Forged By Faith

Ecclesiastes 2:18 NIV A wasted life Such is that of any who live it without the Christ. Because without Him, well, what does anything mean? For the overall gravity of this existence where it exists is that we’re all promised to leave it. And this seems then to mean that literally the entire expanse of everything we do while we’re here is all for nothing. It’s all accomplishing only outcomes and achievements that we’re leaving behind. It’s a life being lived unto it all being left. What then can anything matter at all if it’s all just a matter all but fading already? This is truly an understanding entirely too heavy. And indeed, it’s because of this that so many flee from this faith. Because it asks us to accept heaviness such as this. To sit within the reality that all we’ve done up until we meet the Son is nothingness. In fact, it might be even worse than that! Nothing would have been a better goal than so much of whatever else it is that we’ve gone after. Because so much of what we’v...

Luke 10:42 NIV A broken focus Because it’s hard to focus in a world that’s broken. Down here so many things are made to matter and measured the same and so it’s only a matter of time until we find that the same amount of the same things matter more to us than maybe they should. And that’s because we’re a people widely open to everything from suggestion to its assumption of success. We want only for a good life as is lived however a good life might. But the problem becomes that we all begin to search through both day and night seeking for always something better hidden behind the something more that is always there waiting for us to want it. And it’s within this that we eventually find that all our lives are being lived as if always empty, always wanting, always waiting for some making to be made that makes them feel like they themselves matter. All because we’ve become so easily convinced that life itself is meaningless unless and until we’ve found some way to fill it with whatever it ...

Luke 10:41 NIV Gone today Because today’s always the one we waste within all this life given unto the race toward that place in which we hope, pray, assume always awaits the loss of the weight of whatever has long been the wonder as to whether or not we have enough, have done enough to receive enough as measured in always both recognition and reward. All because we’re anymore so afraid, so unwilling to be bored that we’ve also come to delight in the idea that so long as we’re busy then we’re doing this right. And yet we stay so busy that we betray our very own minds. For in all the hours in which we work for whatever we want to win in the end, we often give them no time to think, no time to learn, no time to yearn for the more that we’re not doing because we’re doing so very much that we haven’t any time to do anything else. All because we’ve become so very certain that whatever it is that we’re doing is so dang important that the world itself might well stop spinning should we stop wo...

Luke 12:20 NIV Here tomorrow Will we be? It’s a question we each go out of our way to keep from asking because in truth we cannot possibly know the answer. And it’s questions like that which have answers we can’t give that accomplish the greatest humblings in life as they seem to insist that we’re not of the conscious consist that we so consistently seem to assume. For down here all but all of life anymore is nothing but a people lost inside this store of thoughts thought about beliefs bought as paid for in the presumptions that we know what life is and how it’ll go and where it’ll end. Living most often as if it won’t. Because we don’t want it to. Because we like living, and rightly so. I mean this journey, though sometimes jading and often jagged, it’s one in which we get daily to fathom the fuller fullness of all the tomorrows we so delight to imagine still lain out before us. We each know so well how to give these lives to our perfecting estimations of their perfecting too in regar...

Psalm 39:6 NIV Ghosts already Because something’s happened to life that I can’t understand no matter how hard I try. It’s as if, suddenly, perhaps even overnight, all of life as it once was lived is now something entirely different. There’s a hollowness to it, an emptiness about it, this general lack of what once was as was replaced by what now is but somehow isn’t still. Maybe that’s it, that it’s not still. That there’s no calm. No quiet. No time for contemplation and thus no opportunity for contentment. For anymore it seems our every life’s content is merely nothing more than the many things we think and those we think we need as are but wants in masquerade. Yes indeed, it does so seem as if all we see is just some scene of a life gone gray in regard to the way in which everyone lives it. It’s even to the point in which it might be better, we better off if it were all just death and taxes as at least that would give us something in common. At least that would offer us a sense of uni...