Forged By Faith

Ezekiel 16:15 NIV What’s left? In recent years I’ve found this thought being constantly thought about within what’s been so often a mind that so often feels not mine. It’s this wondering as to both where and why I lost so much of this life, a worry that’s won alongside a feeling that while I’ve still some left to live, as evidenced by the fact that living I am, a realization that I’m so bad at this living vocation that I’ve not really any reason to imagine that I’ll not lose what little I’ve left. And that to whatever took the rest. But what prevents my rest is my soul’s suggest that I’m the one who chose what I lost based on where I determined to go. That it was me who gave away all I clearly didn’t keep. That I’m the one who delighted in the lies that I’ve lived and thus too the lack of life that I’ve lived. For in truth that’s all that every lie really is. It’s but the lack of honesty that is needed to live a life honestly. And since our most perfect example of how to live a life is...

Hosea 2:5 NIV Born this way And so we go this way. Because our way is the way of the ways that those who came and went before us went when they came to believe that they too should live only to go wherever they determined for themselves was best to be. And indeed, still do we even today live as if we ourselves know best what is both to the right and what more is wrong and thus to be left only unknown, unwelcomed, unwanted, and unwon. For to win within what is a world in which the best way is always that of another, well, we’re then bound to follow the other until we find another that looks better. Because along this way best has always this way of somehow improving. All while we ourselves have none of the same potential. For rather we all live as if we’ve arrived at what is our potential’s pinnacle as purported by a pride reporting as if our lives are the stuff of both legend and lore and then best to be seen everywhere and in everything from the nightly news to the billboards strewn a...

Jeremiah 3:3 NIV Brazen It’s a people brave in what is a trade in in which they slave in their made dens of chosen sins as held close to them as they live within what has long been a way of life lived without Him who is the Head of we who were called to live as if the body which does only as and goes only where the Head so holds for what is our hope of what is a home in which we are not so bold as to die so slow as in this way in which we grow so cold and alone in what has become a life well known for that brazen look of a soul that’s been sold. And that to the lowest of all bidders. For that is what we’ve accepted in exchange for our chance to change into a people who live this life to chase what is the waste of all that is for the joy of reaching for all which isn’t. No, we’re seeing a world increasingly content with the current who mind not then that it’s pulling us so far under that we have now so many who live here daily as if wrong is right and dark is light and black is white an...

Romans 1:32 NIV Cancer Culture It’s widely known that cancer is a bodily illness that eats away at the healthy tissues typically relied upon to keep one, well, healthy. It’s this consumptive force that knows nothing of enough, never finds that it’s found itself full, never reaches the point in which it’s taken enough from the host into which it has invaded as if a horde bent upon the utter destruction of the hope that said unwitting participant may have had for what was a life they were in fact living far better without this new dread as to whether or not they might end up dead. Yes, cancer kills as it weakens a body to the point that there’s just no fight left. And again, having all experienced this to some degree or another, it’s a fact we all know quite well. The scary part is that we still think it mostly just an unseen organism that feasts upon the cells of those it seeks to end. Never really seem to see that we have become the cancer ourselves. No, because we don’t want to see it...

Isaiah 3:9 NIV Unmasked There’s become a clarity to our lack of care, an obviousness to our obliviousness, a defiance unto our furthered reliance upon the substance of what we then see as seeming to then be all the reason we need to sin with such a grin that anymore to our depths there appears no end. Rather we daily dive unto a deeper darkness in these lives barely alive looking for more of the hate and horror that’s become the show we both see and sell. Marching onward toward an impending hell, the world as almost a whole walks forward knowing so well that they know where they’ve chosen to go that they hide it not anymore. Instead we see all the time these masks falling, being left behind. It’s the continual coming of our unbecoming the anything better we could have striven to be, driven to see, yearned to find or simply fought to keep. No, we walk within a world that wishes not to keep anything of all that wasn’t even as decent as our furthered descent has come. And while I suppose ...