More outrageous – what the Bible claims/does:
they will be life for you,
an ornament to grace your neck.
Then you will go on your way in safety,
and your foot will not stumble.
When you lie down, you will not be afraid;
when you lie down, your sleep will be sweet.
Wine, women and song / Weed, blokes and movies / Money, sex and power. List goes on to include, all and any, substitutes for going-to-God. That which adorns a moderately healthy mind/body and wealthy enough life. “What life’s about...eh”. En-joy, fun, self-satisfaction. More fun. Through to God-led best expressions; Family and friends.
Watching three generations, a dozen or more – looked like – Polish people, wander through the park. Held together in a jaw-dropping, relaxed right-standing. Mention ethnicity because perhaps they were meeting-up and making the most? Was an amazing sight. Don’t see masses of this. Such large families. Smacked of ‘God’ about – yet even here..?
No one but those on-devotion can understand God and one, two and three, priority. A call described as putting the Life in life. Or say crit-ers; Cosmic one’s ego-trip. Usually failed in this-life, human withdrawal to imaginary?
Actually the monk-ish ways I’m on, isn’t necessary. Curbed my selfish mayhem and built family +/and in with, as far as possible, church-family? Be better. But then… what a man or wom. to hold this and God most and major love. Add, be active for the nations and awake to “no-more” from the cabal, unless we struggle over and through?
This the paradox of poverty. While I’m spinning this line; Church-meetings can be insidious. Cosy cop-outs. All warm and fuzzy (“y’be lucky”) and as when deep into em myself, we’d quip about a ‘holy huddle’.
Whatever puts God in a place that looks befitting but safe. To me, the shaking and shuddering in what’s claimed manifestations of the Spirit in Charismatic circles, seem tame and nostalgic. Misplaced and indulgent. Wouldn’t know/not there – but without indercations otherwise, absent in the midst of.
Yet, God is Gracious. Can genuinely be among all sorts I’d run from. Although ‘being present’ is only in degrees of validation. Present but grieving if we’d allow ourselves to know -yet- joy-loving and giving. This is God: Both-and. Patient.
No doubt, God wants to be – allowed to be – dangerous and yes, safe. Wants warrior(ing), justice seeking, social engagement. Yup, those three co-opted words, for the most part misused in a form of authoritarian menace.
Few mins done. What to write=to me?
Needs and life to me. Words ‘n all. They become material and/or what matters to God and this world: In faith-filled, prayerful declaration. In love talk between us. Believing by hearing and be life for....
Whosoever? This you, reading this (if anyone is/that is?)
‘Whosoever hears my word and...’ This the life. Stop self-me-self, me-me-me, obsessional – or other ones and things. Any, but... God.
Dear oh me, what a narcissist pickle we’re in. Mashed-up without God and genuine hope – enough in the fridge and techno-plugged to keep from. Need some storms. Really do.
Without a praying church: Need this. Maybe this’ll come when the ‘govt. not god’ is revealed some more and mostly why not? When the facade is cracking for the 99% who tend to say “awake” but...
(Sign: Those who say "not" – open to hear the alarm. Rest ain't, unless alarmed).
Type these words to remind today, what do. To ‘do words’. To narrow off the substitutes. Sow life. Build for storms. To become a rescue shop.
Whosoever cometh to me, and heareth my sayings, and doeth them, I will shew you to whom he is like: