Forged By Faith

Luke 6:25 NIV A barren beautiful A river with nowhere to go. It’s a desert that doesn’t want an oasis. It’s an iceberg frozen in place, unwilling to bend to the want of the waves around it. It’s a wasteland what wishes to be nothing else, hopes to become nothing more. Not here. Not now. Not even soon, it doesn’t matter anyhow. No, for upon the fringes of the found there exists this sleepy town in which all are welcomed in to what has always been an inn in which there’s both no room and yet plenty then of hope to spare. For whatever is had here is what will be left here when we too have left here. A promise given us not in order to grieve us but rather to see us unto that place where hope is, the very home of such companions as curiosity and the courage to chase it until we’ve run out of ways in which to waste it, run out of things upon which to waste it. Yes, He calls us into the desert, toward the rugged mountains which move and shake as we climb them quaking as we go. Yes, He calls u...

James 4:9 NIV The Wonderful World of Woe It’s, as far as we might ever know, the only house of humility and thus the very home of hope. Alas it’s the last place that people know to go as this world says it knows that should we venture near we’ll only stand to lose everything dear. And indeed, in this they’re true, finally close to right as within this house of humility we shall lose our lives. But there seems but one slight discrepancy that I believe should be discussed and that is that as much as woe helps us know what it is to lose out on the life we’d all rather love, it’s all that can help us learn of a love sent unto us from up above unto where we’re all called to go. But through the wonderful world of woe. For woe explains the narrow in what are ways that no other things ever possibly can. Woe helps us learn to let go what we have within our hand and question all that we’ve in our hearts. It asks we ask those questions that, having likely long known the answers to, we’ve instead ...

Ecclesiastes 7:4 NIV The hope of loss It’s quite clearly something we’ve lost as within this world the goal’s to gain. It’s to avoid trial, struggle, strain. In fact we seem a people ashamed whenever we endure hardship or pain, many of us going so far as to hide such socially-assumed weakness so as to leave unbothered those who should be our brothers, our sisters, our mothers, our friends. We don’t want to worry them with whatever it is that we’re going through that’s left us feeling as if we’re going under. No, we want for everyone to remain always lost within this wonder that is lust for a life in which exists this lie that everything is always fine. Only that it isn’t, is it? Truly, when’s the last day in which we’ve lived in which then everything was perfect? Those days simply don’t exist my friends! We want them to, and it’s understandable why. We want this life to unfold in such a way that it proves endlessly able and always willing to hold all for which we hope. Problem is that ...

Ecclesiastes 7:3 KJV The best for last For such is simply where ‘tis best saved all so that better might be known along the way. Because that is the true purpose of this path both in but through this place. It’s one we take upon which we feel what are all these things that cause our brains to endure this strain of trying to make this life make sense. And indeed, it is this, this journey called life as is so often met with strife and stress and the sum of the mess we’ve made and will make that makes us hopefully better people for having learned however we can to have lowered ourselves to the seeing of the value, the sheer worth of what is this gift. Because, well, what is this gift? What is this life? What is this ride? Why’ve we this time in this place at this point? Yes, what’s the point of all this? Why does life bring both sorrow and joy? Why must there be both happiness and misery? Why can’t we all just enjoy endless enjoyment? Because what would anything mean if we knew it all the...