Philips; Don't let the world around you squeeze you into its own mould... works another way. The 'world' -- systems and ways -- squeezing us towards God. Slow but sure -- done with. Want one with the other, this present reality.
Find/earn/faith for food and shelter. That'll be the extras and on top. Thank . . .
God cannot -- not will not -- do what we don't have faith for. Yes, gifts and grace-based faith-less interventions but much that 'could be' needs releasing. Hence the state of the church. And so goes the world.
A theology of appeasement is rife among us. Until there are power cuts and rations this will remain. . . .
Need to know God. Same old song.
This somewhat peculiar exercise and typing thoughts help. A growing dislike for all media over the compromise it causes weighs in strong. Understand why others do well on the internet... but ain't me/babe/anymore.
We're made to react. Natural. Respond to our environment. . . .
Writing to God and for me -- and in this, the mission. Still, hold back in case a reader might think this or that? How mad is...
As though must encourage. And not be a naggy and neggy one. Bemoan and slag everything off. But God.
The wisest and brightest out there think theology will 'save us'. Move down . . .
So filled 'with God' not fazed by people. Takes -- for me -- songs, tongues and verses. And with these seeds, get/have-something to write. Not can write something and any ol'gumph.
Ten minutes and a word that speaks to me and get out there. To God. To the unseen what-have-you. Maybe a reader -- (would understand . . .
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 . . .
Deflection, distraction and overcomplication. What a bore. And a definition of sin. Not best. Hence the troubles we're in. Not that this could be all gone/of course but to the extent of the deception we allow.
This after a burst of a researcher aiming to dissect the unseen. 'Demons'? Talk about speculation. And . . .