Most often disagree, here and there, with what I write and think. Yesterday, claiming association with progressive -and- evangelical, in supposed contrast to 'traditional'. Better said, self-define as neither yet aspects of both. Find what good can in Christians output but there are no homes. No one gets the combo arrived . . .
The need to concentrate on... Rightfully desperate. Understandably desperate. What to see built? Don't know anymore so much. Ever more-moderate aims to reach out and mountain move.
The mustard seed conspiracy, a once-titled call. A camp, a crew... ok.. an open, one-other person, and awake.
Not gonna gripe. . . .
Writing to who-knows and a likely not so many/if at all readership, is an odd undertaking. "Y'talkin' to me?"-- about sums it up. A mirror back and perhaps words prophetically getting out?
Let me lay down some sounding-deluded grandeur; I cannot find anything much out there to read, certainly Jesus-wise. . . .
Everywhere and in historic abundance. Singularly decisive in driving us from God and each other; Exuding an excessive sense of entitlement, whacked-up, with perverse kicks. Makes me sick. Know my own swilling dosage. Jesus-lacking trash. It's everywhere. So prevalent, somewhat invisible.
'Hyperairōmai' and . . .
The ultimate blinker is the absence of God speaking. The danger of pointing to others, as the saying goes, leaves three fingers turned back towards ourselves. Getting much right and looking out there but griping about the barren landscape for Spirit-filled utterances, yet not hearing God myself, is called hypocrisy.
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Another 'Blinkers' break
Not looking back, hadn't noticed the graphic was unfinished yesterday. Scrappy. Updated.
Boredom, drives me on to God. With age comes a certain weary disillusionment. Seeking of what little comfort, interest and surprise can be found, once commitments and domestics are fulfilled.
What's on my mind?. . .
Break from 'Blinkers'
Banging on about discipline with its ally and fasting, could give an incorrect impression. As though Jesus is all about our try to impress or obey, benevolent but disciplinarian. No. These heart impulses, whatever we ourselves posses, come out from within and having inspiration and love to do better. Better for, and made to be. This . . .