Forged By Faith

Proverbs 12:18 NIV To help or harm Such is both the question we answer and often times the question we ask. Alas, we don’t usually see it as a question at all, that neither being asked nor thus in need of being answered. And that because we’ve become quite accustomed to this all but generalized reluctance to assume any responsibility in life. And by assume I mean as in assuming it upon ourselves, and that choice chosen to be ignored as we all seem to collectively assume that there is no real responsibility in life. And that made both already perfectly clear and yet somehow clearer almost every day. And that because we continue to watch the masses fade away into this waste of days in which we’ve all words we say but somehow they without anything much being said. It’s truly amazing how we can take something so freeing, so beautiful, so opportunistic as our uniquely human ability to be linguistic and use it for such superficiality as, again, always talking about nothing. Yes, we love talk...

Colossians 4:6 NIV Unasked questions Such are what we’re answering every single time we happen to find that we’re again found around anyone at all within this world with both so many walls being built and yet still the call to treat them all as if our own march about Jericho. Yes, we’re here to “demolish arguments and every pretension that sets itself up against the knowledge of God,” and to “take captive every thought to make it obedient to Christ.” And we fight this fight that is this life with what “are not the weapons of the world” which are words spoken without meaning. Rather we have instead been asked into a faith granted to, grafted in to the wielding of weapons that have this “divine power to demolish strongholds.” And these weapons, or at least some of them, are the words with which we engage and interact and converse and yes, even contend with what is a further falling man. For that is the background of this battlefield. It’s set in the scene of a society that’s lost its sen...

James 3:10 NIV A word’s worth It seems that something so specialized as the state of mind which we allow to let fall or flow from lips our own should be of something resembling a value as it takes a measure of both time and effort for us to at first realize the necessity of something being said, a considering met with our contemplation as to what then needs to be said, a searching for the right words or ways in which to say what we feel worth the work within the way and then the actual physicality as is expressed within the movements of a mouth fighting to form these words so that they might finally get out. But should said worth be always both wonderful and worthless? A winning of a moment in meaning as won in the 50-50 of the same moment proving meritless? What is the meaning of a word’s merit? Is it not measured within the distance that it inspires those listening to become interested in either going or coming? Should we not seek always to say something worth hearing? What is worth ...

Isaiah 29:13 NIV The more we never really do. It’s the very same as what’s caused this distance now found between us and both who we were created to be, the better we were meant to remain, and He who created us in the image of the better we’ve both never been but also somehow manage to still believe is out there waiting somewhere for us to track down what’s then always impossible to find by feet that don’t move and souls that gave up believing they should. Indeed, we’ve all become but frozen in this place of a faith that allows for us to go on as unchanged as we delight to be. Each of us so retired from trying to improve our own lives that all we do anymore is seek to inspire those around us to give up working on or in theirs as well. And why? Because we've each now long been disciples of dishonesty, learning only the burning of one another to the ground via the flame of our making a name that's all our own, and yet this always done by just us living alone only a life all but o...

Matthew 15:8 NIV How far is far? Well, what makes this hard is that the answer is different for everyone. And too that it’s found at different times thanks, at least in part, to our differing depths of denial as to the asking of the question as is posed upon this pride-shattering proposal which presents itself in such a way that points out quite clearly that we’re both the ones who’ve long lived choosing the ways in which we’d walk as chosen in response to where we thought they’d help us go, which probably still sounds nice and leaves us feeling all powerful and in control and stuff, but it also brings about the slow-burning realization that our having chosen the direction also leaves us having a hand in choosing the disaster. Meaning then that our very own delights and our every decision to always chase after them is what’s designed our demise as set to the tune of a life of lies and so many eyes watching on in approval that we haven’t any willingness to entertain those which may see ...