Forged By Faith

Romans 8:6 NIV begins at misconception For this is where our every next step is to be always taken in faith as faith remains the substance of things unseen, a trust in their being there though we cannot see them, a hope that said confidence will confide in us an inevitable validation unto the humble courage to consider the veracity of that which we cannot see, and a belief that sometimes said courage is all we really need. And that especially in those moments in which it feels the last thing we have to give. Such as those many moments when the truth of our fallen reality asks that we confess that we ourselves have made this mess that is our life that we have lived by and for and in and behind so very many lies that, to be honest, there comes a time in which all we can find is that we know not where we are, how we got here, why it was that we were always so eager to stay nor where to find that courage needed to walk away. Why? Because when you begin to see that nearly every step you’ve ...

Jeremiah 17:9 NIV A descent into madness I’ve realized over the last several posts that, at least to those outside my mind reading these many words which flow from within the same, it may appear as though I’ve begun to go insane. And to be perfectly honest, I’ve moments in which I myself wonder both just how close I am and too then how far I am away. For in all honesty it does seem as if I am maybe getting closer every day inside what is this way in which my life’s gone in which I go to this amazing place all the time in which I actually delight to find all that I’ve gotten wrong in life. A place seemingly few either know to go or even imagine exists. But as here I sits every single morning trying to find some novel way to present this warning that is His Word as was written for our good, a gift bought by exposing our bad, I feel anymore as if the attempts only grow more desperate, more disparate, more different and thus dissimilar to what seems to still remain the way in which most he...

Isaiah 44:20 NIV A kingdom of stones and bushes and birds that can’t fly And that because we’ve either clipped their wings holding them in our hands or rather just insisted they die, and that two at a time. Because we’ve become all so assured of ourselves and our paths that we never seem anymore all that willing, interested or able to stop and put all our cards on the table. Maybe because we still assume that we’ve the winning hand and simply wish not to reveal our success until we’ve managed to stretch the betting line a little further. Or maybe because we can’t see what all our cards are clearly enough to realize that we’re holding but a suicide king, a two of hearts, the ace of spades, one get out of jail free card (forged obviously) and a draw four from Uno. All of which we’ve pulled seeking to win the hand that is this life from what is the house of cards that we’ve spent this life building into the castle we think it is as it sure looks like one when seen from the right angle. An...

Jeremiah 2:13 NIV The bush became stone And in our excitement to miss the opportunities hidden now forever therein thanks to the choices we’ve made instead we’ve since then determined to so forsake the better that we could have been that now instead we get all pleased with ourselves and this ability to accomplish the destroying of two things (or more) with what is but one stone slung in one attempt to achieve as much as possible both as fast as possible and with as little effort as required. Indeed, killing two birds with one stone is yet another age-old adage that we all know well the meaning and merit thereof. Just doubt we’ve ever considered that the two birds (or more) that we’ve killed were every opportunity to perhaps have become something better than we are, nor then that the stones we’ve thrown are in fact our hearts that have become so solidified and unalive thanks to our decision to do as little as possible whilst always remaining perfectly adamant that it works out as well a...

Job 15:31 NIV Two birds in a bush We’re told that such are worth as much as one held within the hand, a lesson leant toward our learning to be grateful for what we have rather than wishing for the more that we don’t. And agreed, I do agree that we do indeed need that sort of gratitude and gratefulness for all we’re given in our lives for a life lived without appreciation for what you’ve been given is a life bound to remain a victim of want and wish and the hurried worry which seethes from the both. Failing to be thankful for what we have only shows forth an arrogance which seems to assume it deserves more simply because it wants the same. Not the way to spend this thing that we call life. But what I fear is that, such as with that adage we discussed yesterday, there may be more layers to peel away from this one as well as, well, what if the one bird we hold in the hand is but a fake, a phony, a picture, a portrait, a painting so lonely that to look at it from any angle other than that ...