Personal reflections on the judgement. Can't manage the theological etc. proclaim. Weary with myself and wobbly about what's doing.
Confessional processing in public(?) sums up many of these posts.
For we all will stand before... How much regret am I piling up on myself? Have done/not -- over the years. If anything it's a source of inspiration to fulfil the call to prayer. At least now. At least something.
There are no excuses. But what a wilderness. Say it this way: No one has a vision like. No one. Suppose the nearest are those who do but never the theology. Does this matter? Not that much. Better wonky -- in my reading -- views about God but suffice want/try/cry to act like Jesus matters.
Think about next life/me and immediately come back to this life/now. Today. And seeking God.
Not what 'will happen' but what can -- NOW. So, on:
One wailing soul me. So self-disgusted and alienated from the world. Only one thing remains: Love from, and for, God.
We're in an abysmal mess. The gods of this age are idols. Made by 'us' and ...gods made by human hands are no gods at all. Everywhere we look. Giant gawping, electro-projecting. All to keep us out of/believing in what's 'written' in these books of God and calling out in response.
Idols have caused us -- with our consenting responsibility -- to fall. Pre-tech-age there was much that we have today to sway us from engagement with God. But not quite swamped with the delusion, our technical progress, matches other areas. Troubles -- so far -- covered in the Western food and shelter, bread and circus, culture of entitlement.
Nos.1 idol is the alternative religion of the State. That directs idols it perpetrates, under the guise of normality. All there seems to be. The Church... oblivious. OK, says not/but not a truther = not.
Where can we turn and see something otherwise? Efforts to expose and rectify social injustice is right. What else? Have 'fun, fun, fun...' while, what?
And so to the question, what happens/next? Again, only reaction; What about this very day?
Babblin' with nout to say, will close and return...
Love, light, fire consumes. The proximity of God upon dying is too much. This the why and 'punishment'. The unrelenting purity, transfiguring and we suffer -- but for Christ and the cross. What happened there is our place to trust and receive. All we need and rely on.
The judgement is this death. On us. All taken with Christ into death, to rise again. Somehow knowing this and able to apprehend through...
The enablement. Conquering the enemy and our 'death' -- we find God now and here. We're able and released.
This all barely touching what. But hey, reaching out is right and towards...
Was gonna get on for [it is] impossible for those once enlightened... but need to get back to aims: Find what God might be leading/saying. Say it. And guickamondo. Declare/good confession. Signpost a song. Be done/.
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