Forged By Faith

Matthew 28:6 NIV Just as He said. It seems a new sort of novel every single day, this opportunity to seek and share the Word with whomever might care to see, to read. It’s an entirely enormous undertaking, and yet one that I am completely consumed with at this point as it seems to me one of very few things that I’ve the chance to do that’s actually worth the doing. And yet it brings such a gravity as I know well that I’m simply only able to be sufficiently insufficient as how can words I type possibly convey even a fraction of what His already have? No, this day here is one of those which remind of the inability to do as He’s called me to, and yet so too a renewed determination to keep on trying despite such inability. For the general undertone that I hope and pray shines throughout these posts every day is that He is in every way all He’s ever said He is. There isn’t a weakness in His way, not a word missing in His will, not a single letter out of place in that letter written to lead

Psalm 27:14 NIV Almost as if caught in the aftermath of a whirlwind, it seems that both much of life and all but all of faith is found and felt within the in between. For that is where such things as faith and hope and trust and even truth are allowed their best growth as all the above need a great amount of patience in order to produce the harvest for which they’ve been sown into these souls on loan. Yes, God has given us a great many things, memories as well as the many moments between them, and the lot all collect into a story that we’ve the opportunity to live and breathe and become in light of what His will has done. Yes, such is the celebration of this weekend, a reflection of that three-day set of salvation’s achievement accomplished so many years ago. It’s the time of the year when we few who find life in faith gather to remember what’s been done for us to have such faith in life. An annual retelling of tales of both turmoil and yet still triumph over it in the most impossible

John 19:30 NIV Often in life we fear the finish for its finality, but perhaps it’s what we find in the finish that should determine where our fear is found. For many things in life reach an ending, as such is simply the promise the temporality. And that inevitability has even brought about many a cliché which usually tend to carry a slight resemblance of truth despite their overuse and lack of proving pertinent within most situations in which we settle to pulling out their tired attempts to make something make sense. Yes, we’ve all heard such obviousness as that all good things must come to an end. But so too that good things come to those who wait. And alas life has become this disheveled uncertainty between waiting in hopes of good or rather rushing ahead to ensure good enough is found before the ground falls out. But I fear that what we’ve found inside such a disconcerting consideration is a particular breed of impatience that’s inspired inside only this idea that we’ve either manag

Proverbs 26:12 NIV For any to rely only upon themselves and their self-perceived wisdom is to confine oneself to the chaos of our own considerations. Because if we’re to be either the main, or, and entirely more likely the only, source of wisdom in our lives from which we glean guidance or instruction or correction in terms of understanding, of reality, of reason, of truth even, then we’ve become our own saviors and must then rely only upon our own abilities and capabilities to lead us toward the inevitability of our own understandings never being able to have seen enough to have known enough to have become reliable enough to lead us where our sight couldn’t see beyond the chaos we’ve become. All we can accomplish when living a life following ourselves is mundanity made unmistakable in this downfall we’re seeing all around us. Just chaos. Because the plain and simple truth of it all is that you and I are inherently content with this existence as if ships tossed about by the winds of wa

Psalm 14:1 NIV Scripture makes it clear the signs of a fool, shame that we always insist we can see them only in others. For the truth is that none is a greater fool than the self. There is no sillier foe than a selfish heart as such defines in us the ability to see only what we wish perceived, leaving then the inability to see anything beyond such boundary. Yes, we’ve become a people of great advancement in things such as science, art, artificial intelligence and the articulation of our many affinities. And yet, despite our increasing knowledge, it would seem that the further ahead we get, the further behind we fall. Because the true gravity of life’s existence is not the sum of our accomplishments nor the enthusiasm with which we chase them but rather the humility which affords us the opportunity to understand that should we be the only ones who decide what life is meant to mean, life can then be only whatever we might have the courage to imagine. And this is a monumental problem as

Matthew 13:13 NIV Is a life lived seeing only in hindsight truly even a life lived at all? Because while it is indeed the only way in which we seem to walk, to work, to want, to waver and wander and wonder why nothing gets better, that should help us see the obviousness of the fact that such a contentment inside such a confusion isn’t all that conducive to really anything at all. How can it be? How can anything improve when built only by the blind? And that’s in no way an affront to those without sight as I fully understand the idea of legitimate disability. Our problem though is not one of disability but rather a disinterested inability. We don’t want to see. Don’t want to hear. We’re not interested in understanding either, for all the above might accidentally force us to learn something, and well, we simply hate learning for the humility required. No, we’ve absolutely no willingness to exist outside of us. That’s why so few have faith anywhere near a fractionate percentage of the siz