Forged By Faith

Ecclesiastes 2:20 NIV A hopeless design That is sadly what it seems we’re all sure to find as having become the very foundations of our every life. Why? Because to despair is indeed to be here. It seems every day anymore that all we seem to see is that tomorrow has something better in store as our each and every today only seems to show up and all but instantly steal away whatever meager measure of hope or happiness we may have dared to try and have. Simply because it seriously seems as if the entire world is against such things. Rather it seems to me that we all seemingly agree that such outlooks as anger and fear are far more apt to help us find whatever it is that we’re looking for in life. Problem is that we don’t even stop to reconsider what as, well, we’ve not the time to allow such doubt into our mind. No, rather time’s a matter always measured in how fast it’s wasting any time that we’re not stuck chasing after whatever it is that our blind belief in it making our lives better ...

Ecclesiastes 2:17 NIV A life wasted And that upon so much that exists only under the sun that someday, when the sun’s sat, we’ll all look up from all for which we’d toiled and tried only to find that it was all just a lie. For our every life and our every understanding standing presently inside the same is nothing but a confusion designed inside a delusion that continues to demand the very dilution of any and every devotion to anything that isn’t as devoid of meaning as everything is that we’re still here seeing as having so much worth that we still assume that we can buy for our life a meaning. Because the world sells it on shelves now. And we buy it, both all the junk and all the lies that have convinced us we need it. We give our lives and all that is within them, all for which we could use them, all for which we were created to use them to so many other things instead of anything for which they were made. Because surely we don’t truly believe as strongly as it sure seems we might i...

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...