Forged By Faith

Amos 5:10 NIV welcomes their wrath Because at some point within this life as is lived within this world you’re bound to find that no matter what you do, sad truth is that someone will hate you. Someone will disagree with you. Someone will doubt you, debate you, deny you, decry you as one of an ever-growing list of names meant to scare us into always staying inside the lines that mankind has drawn for mankind seeking to keep all of us falling always behind everything better that most never now have any intention or desire to ever become. Indeed, this world has chosen the direction it delights to go in and it is both so convinced that it’s right, because it’s so broken that it can’t see that it’s not, that now those many who follow it, falling daily in love with the welcome of the width, all but insist that everyone who doesn’t isn’t. Yes, this world is absolutely packed with those who are absolutely assured that they know what they’re doing and are right in doing it simply because their...

Isaiah 59:15 NIV accepts the accusations Loner. Loser. Freak. Weirdo. Prude. Patsy. Fool. Failure. Sinner. Sucker. Moron. Idiot. Hypocrite. Weakling. Yes, whatever this world may want to call us, we’ll take it. In fact, all of these monikers are to us badges of honor that we seek actively to win. Why? Because to be liked by the world is to be loved by those who hate God. And to hate God is to actively work against life itself. And to so reject the gift of life is as dumb a path in which to ever so delight as so many around so clearly do both day and night. Indeed, we walk through a world at war in words, wielding petty judgements and chosen gullibility as if they’re actual abilities that may actually cause someone to literally give up everything they hope for and all they wish to be all for the prize that is personal glory as is given us by those who, yes, look like us but who, no, live not like us nor then we like they as, again, to be like they is to be against Him. And again, to liv...

Romans 3:13 NIV gives up the grave Only not that into which we’re all now called to come and down our lives lay but rather they amongst whom we walk who’ve always it seems something to say about the way in which we play what is this hand that we’ve made into this way in which we’ve now nothing to say unto He who is the One who went before and asks us to follow behind. Indeed, among this descent into madness in which He’s made me alive and makes me that still further every moment I find that I feel increasingly uninclined to listen to the thoughts and attitudes of various hearts which are clearly deceived and minds too then falling apart. A disinterest which is so very deep already and yet somehow deepens only at each day’s start. And that because this world hits us right in the face every single morning with what has become such a boring bearing of weights over which we should have never come unto this worry that we might really need to carry. Every hour we’re handed unto the power of ...

Isaiah 59:14 NIV awakens to a wasteland A land in which so much is so wasted and that by so many that daily you find you only feel but this growing ache inside your chest as you walk amongst this deepening mess that is being endlessly made by those who make the maze and yet always seem as if they know what they’re doing, where they’re going, who they’ve become. And perhaps they do as in fact I imagine many of them might. After all, why else would one go on living what isn’t a life unless they’ve come to decide that the death we see and too know awaits is an alright place for us to live in waste? And that of every opportunity we’ve both been given already and still hopefully have awaiting. Awaiting what? Us to realize that this way of life that we’ve come to live and believe we love is nothing but a gross lack of the both. That we know increasingly little of life as within it we love what all it isn’t. That we thus know little too of love as we love that which is actually hate and hate ...

Isaiah 59:4 NIV agnizes the agonizing And that amongst all things and everyone as are all done and did within this den of what is sin now so superficial and yet soul-reliant that one can no more separate the stains from the spirit than they might make red into blue. No, rather it seems with those who’ve eyes to see that we indeed are through. We’re finished. We’re anymore so fake and flimsy that we’ve made friends and family with everything from evil to enmity. In fact, we love those things more than we love our friends and family! They’re in fact the very basis of our every identity as has been so widely chosen for us by a culture of such chaos as to both chase corruption and yet never recognize the cost. Instead we seem to have not merely accepted the downfall but are still actively seeking out ways in which to inspire it to fall further apart. Wanting for ways to waste more of our days doing more of those things which the Word says ought not to be done. Doing only whatever we’ve eit...