I'm increasingly aware life is filled with the potentially symbolic. Another side of prayer in material items, having power in their relationship to us. Power, in what the enemy and/or - so-so-much more and most importantly - what God is saying through, these ‘things’. One sure thang? The response they might generate? Ideally, in everything praying and on best grounds; absolute surrender of self.
Conversely, assertion to know-what ‘to’ believe. In this, for most reliable outcomes: No-Surrender.
Living in such bustling worlds of activity doesn’t help our discernment, assuming this contention’s correct. The extreme positions are; all-is of God -or- suspecting ever/if at all, unseen/meaning - and therefore - pay no attention.
I resist trying to - aside a quick minute of muse - reverse engineer the how but sure, missing much, of the why and what-for? All I’m saying ‘believer’ - they come for us, to be re-directed, into at least prayer and post-that, maybe direction.
For you ‘blessed-reading a believer-other’ I pray:
May signs come to nudge and wonder you, “could God...? could God, be here...”
Respond with “could you be...” - is faith. And prayer. Intended or not.
Times are turning so quickly. This past week, from Scalia and Syria. I don’t know what to write, that might adequately express my alarm. Deeply want to pray all the time and, as far as, must. I see these posts, as proclamations to God and - “y'never know” - one or two, curious about Christ.
Admit, I'm appalled at business-as-normal church. Certain some, is the pride and fear combo but getting-prompts, it’s additionally; the deception 'not to face the enemy'/is 'faith'. As though the admittance of something will bring it about? A kind of reverse positive thinking/attraction theory?
I get 'positive vibrations' and all that but, sometimes smug, always guarded; 'it'll all be a slow, slow decline and so let's not lose our cool and cry-out'/we’ll chip away, best-as. Those polite and progressive..?
I flummox grieve.
Disturbing. “Oh my...”. And God’s heart on this? I want to weep reading progressives. I know approaching them only gets their backs up. Take a miracle for brighter - political - light. I’m so-sorry, it’s a twit like/more-been-like, among a rabble of many, who’re are cultural and/or intellectual wacky-racers - that got ‘it’. Or let's say, those willing to holla on the internet. But that’s the sums and figures. I won’t posit why-like here and now - but there is a broad enough mix, that credibility of characters, isn’t the issue. Only evidence of crimes, finally counts.
If anyone reads Plant a Seed, it’ll be most likely church or (not, and/...) - awoken ones.
What we need in five words? A Jesus-proper revival / popular awakening.
“Can anything good come from... Texas or... ‘Plymouth’ (a reference to ‘UK Column’ - trying to broaden where the slaps land).
Yes. Thus says God. Yes.
Played the beginnings, of a first-time heard (c/o Tap) Max, with sounds of Australian insects accompanying. His opening is sober and sound. How can anyone/and did I, ignore to see or assimilate this?
There but for the grace of God, goes even more-foolish-me.
Oh God, the ‘difficulty to accept' - revitalise and grace us up, so we can. Belief ‘nout’ll stop it’ - deliver us from. To what can we do? Reveal. Oh God, put love in our hearts and wisdom to see the con and beatable deception. Send signs and wonders we cry. We need you.
Amen/so be it