Confess over it all the wickedness and rebellion. I'm not going to post today. Too much struggle in m'old man going on. And don't want to just-write but get - and have – something to say from God. At least be more-in this possibility. Cares of this world overcrowding my thoughts. Must be out-sown.
And those into praying; giving when and what they can in God's call, to wrought into being a new hope for humanity. These separated to God ones. I pray for your emergence.
And our material hope is an uncovering of the politics that pretends. Our slave masters in suits for the telly. Our Jubilee: A reprieve from the war few see. A trumpet blast for liberty. We need to hear those sounds. And banish the cries that lie, “it cannot be”. Pumping complacency from the pit. These devils must be exorcised. Our reprieve. A reprieve from the con and cull. Breaks on the enslavement underway.
To those increasingly ambivalent about visions of God-real. S/he knows and loves you all the same. Reading this should soon unsettle theories that seem to hold unbelief, or doubts-enough, firm. By even looking here again, and wanting to re-open the Book of God some more (one main-outcome, I'd so love these posts to achieve) - is a seed, that might feel so feeble or slight, but isn't…
Plant, plant, plant – be it cold, hard, distant… (assuming this what it reads like).
Ask God to do. Whatever...
May you encounter the light of love. God Light. God presence. God-word. God.