Before getting in the word... OK looking and find; That contain not the waters.
Young's Literal on; My people have committed two sins: They have forsaken me, the spring of living water, and have dug their own cisterns, broken cisterns that cannot hold water.
'That'... predominant is electro and digital. The categorical reinterpretation of much of the 'Book of Revelation'. Assured and indisputable the 'smart -- note the paradox? -- phone'. The culmination. All symbolic representations of evil-manifest. How anyone argues otherwise is a boggle.
T.V. killed 90+% of praying. Once visited, a once-stalwart pray-er, in a care home. Dribbling over a T.V. listing mag, looking up at the idiot box. Sum up.
Now the 'net' -- note the... -- most disastrous. Machine-based interface unto Babylon. Talk about intoxication. On our way to Huxley's horror.
Unless we sober up.
We = me = day = try-pray, no let up.
Think of Brendon O'Connell, unknown by 'n large and on hunger-strike. Rumour has it. How he's scathing at the deceptions of online think-activist. Yet, wants this beast in our hands, to be a means to respond to his call for exposure. (And other means, not foolish and not to cry for/suggest). And the handfuls who care about the plot he proclaims, depleted and dwindling.
It is like being drunk. Loss of perspective, enthusiasms raging. There's something about the internet -- for those into non/not-so, fake news -- that is one gaping-gawping naked emp. Nothing like believing we're on stage, with a beaming hot spotlight and attention. Like me/here.
The net has activists think... this-is-activism. And for all the tawkin'... (better stop and this dissection of the echo chamber).
The net 'died' in 2017. In five years. From the high-point over a 'capstone event' on December 14, 2012. Designed to look like an escape but contrived to entrap. Like 'Brexit'.
Here's a holy help-idea. Only go to a fixed number of sites. And none that purport to report news/headlines etc. On six. Keep clicking on em. Boring myself into a corner.
To the word. Devotion or distractions? Waters from God or... Not. Become simple for me. Come out from the techno put-on. And Huxley's vision. Projecting; 'Community, Identity, Stability.' And eat y'Soma up. Sex and drugs and the internet. All my brain 'n body...
The only gap is voluntary withdrawal.
'Winston kept his back turned to the telescreen. It was safer, though, as he well knew, even a back can be revealing.'
And think/people think/this ain't already the case?
Back to the coming day. TRY and find some God-sense and might type/here.
The question is?
What takes some getting used to/accepting... about God -- is the patience. Unyielding endurance.
Struggle O Pathetique -- me. No, cut 'struggle' replace with; lazy bones and dizzy skank off. "But God..." -- those two words/most outstanding statement.
Recently sought to encourage someone with a review. Ended on 'love letters from God'.
These 'seeds' are that. Readership-blind. They are, to and for, one and only. And how-know 'love God' seems so awkward and weird to outsiders.
And God prepareth the man in His image; in the image of God He prepared him, a male and a female He prepared them.
Trying and succeeding, to slip away from the silence and human ache, is a never-ending cop out. No worse words than "maybe tomorrow".
Re-state our believe-what? In public. Top-notch Christian discipline.
Here should prophesy. Only write what hits. Oh yeah.... why started this excerpt.
So we -- fix our -- eyes on -- what is -- unseen.
Takes time apart from the 'seen'. Bible. A writing object and daily communion. A literal suggest:
'Every day they continued to meet together in the temple courts. They broke bread in their homes...'
"Stay fit". Proph. that.