Day 3740 of the 7 day Bible verse challenge.

Romans 8:13 NIV

By the Spirit.

For the only way to live beyond the death we’ve designed inside our every depraved delight is to die the death all such detestability so deserves. In other words, if we’re to ever live again after the death we’ve enjoyed within the sins that enjoy the same, we must become ghosts, spirits who are but remnants of a once lived life then finally lost unto the accord with the overall promise of all human occupation. And that both that we’re here occupying what isn’t ours and too what we choose to do within this time that we’re here that isn’t ours either.

Rather all of our every life is only lived because God said we can, and that, for whatever reason we’ve yet to realize, we should try again within what is this new day as given us once more.

And we’ve had a great many new days thus far. I’m on day 13,648 myself, having just concluded 13,647 about 7 hours ago. And yet it’s that into one more I go that’s become to me an agreement that I need them all. As many as I can get as defined by however many He’s inclined to give. And while I don’t know that number as none of us might, that we may never know which one will be our last should inspire us to live as if each one may be it.

Because one of them will be, and just past that we will all see what no eye has been willing to as given unto all within so much obvious evidence all along that we shouldn’t have come this far into what so often remains an agreement with the flesh’s appeasement as sought inside our every fulfilling of our every fallen desire. And make no mistake, so long as the flesh is allowed to speak, falling and failing and foolishness and fatality are all that within which we can find ourselves in accord.

For an accord is an agreement of sorts. It’s a meeting of parties at perhaps disparities and determining to the designing of a direction to go that both might delight to go together, something simply done because of another accord into which we all fall whether we ever realize it or not, which is walking in the truth and necessity of God’s Word. For Scripture tells us that when two walk together they’ve a good return upon such investment for if one should fall they’ve there another to help them up.

And too that woe to those who’ve no one to help them when they fall for it then becomes just them trying on their own to do what’s needed without perhaps the ability to accomplish it alone.

Yet it’s that lone road that I’ve sought to hold seeking such vain glory as that of a story that I’m ironically not too proud to tell anymore. Strange how that works. That we can go along for so long doing things that make us feel good and telling everyone around us all about this otherwise limitless freedom we’ve found, the likes of which is also described in Scripture (Romans 6:20 if you’re interested), and yet to have enjoyed such “liberty” only to find, eventually, no such reward in the sharing of such a sordid story.

How is that?

If we know what we’re doing, and it all both feels good and we thus feel free to so indulge, then why do we hide so much? Why do we lie so much? Why do we try so much to deny so much if all we’ve ever done was always only what was fun, profitable, popular? Indeed, if our lives have been lived in accord with this all-encompassing idea that we’re here only to enjoy ourselves as done within letting the flesh always lead the way, well then why aren’t we now so bold as to that story hold up as high as any might for all the world to see?

After all, it’s all of they who had a say within the way things have gone astray. And so why wouldn’t they want to see all the freedom we’ve found and felt, and too, why wouldn’t we want to show off all the fun we’ve had along the way?

If not only because we know deep down that fun was never the point, and thus freedom never a ticket unto the trying of every deceptive delight, and thus our every mistake a choice we alone came to make, and that thus we’ve now nobody else to help us up from what’s become but a breathless rock bottom from which we can neither breathe enough to feel alive, feel enough to assume we are, or believe enough to hope we might be again someday?

That’s the way we wanted it, wasn’t it? Freedom? Fun? The frivolity of folly finding always only all and every forsaken form of fealty unto the flesh that we could come to apparently really believe best? That’s why we’re here, isn’t it? To live a best life as defined by a soul that knows next to nothing of life as every soul is either still living it, and thus still learning it (or failing to even try), or has long since left and thus found the outcome of their very last breath beyond which all are now learning, both forever and fully, either the weight of mistakes made and left alone or rather of mistakes made unto the joy of having Another to help us up and out of them all?

But thus the question begged as to whether or not we have that Another toward which to turn and upon whom to lean.

And the answer is answered within the revealing of whom or what we’ve walked in accord with.

And this revelation is revealed within the peeling back of pretenses and pretending until we’re finally just standing amongst all we’ve done as done due to an agreement to do it. And we can understand why we’ve done all we’ve done when we determine to define either the what’s or whom’s that we’ve lived in accord to. For again, an accord is an agreement, and thus to walk in accord with means also to walk according to.

And thus we find that we’re either living a life in accord with the flesh as walked by all according to what the flesh desires, or rather we’re walking in accord with the Father as walked by few, and none of they for quite as long as they had the former, and thus according to what He desires.

For the flesh desires what is contrary to the Spirit, and so too the Spirit a contrarian to the flesh. Thus we’re not to do whatever we please as our being pleased both has never and thus never will amount to anything other than the failing freedom found and felt by all without ever finding, any of us, the outcome that we’ve all all but insisted we might.

Because no matter how much fun we’ve had, that we’ve had said fun at the expense of the Son has left us more lost than we’ve found reason to stay.

Which is why I can’t anymore.

For I’ve found that there’s no life to be lived within a life lived not moving. I mean, just look at the many forms of life as deemed alive because they too are active, much like the Living Word himself who speaks still through those many passages printed upon those many pages seeking to keep speaking unto any who’ve ears to hear the truth which sets such captives free as have been all of you and most definitely me. Indeed, I find that I might contend with Paul as to who’s the sinfullest of all.

But I know that such measurings are forever void of meaning as it matters not what we’ve done but only rather whether we continue ahead in accordance with who we’ve become or if we rather decide to do today what we didn’t within any of our many yesterdays which have by now become that story that we don’t tell at parties despite the pride by which we’ve all lived to abide as if it might lift us above the mundane mediocrity of what we know to be a fallen and still falling society.

No, all that matters is the accord within which we walk, because it’s something that we’re all choosing within everything from the way we talk to what we do or do not say whenever we do or don’t. For in truth, we’re answering God’s questions every second of our existence. And our feelings of such things as shame, guilt, regret, remorse, sadness and sorrow all combine to only show that our answers haven’t accomplished the best life that we believe we’re both here to live and somehow able to live alone.

For if we could get everything right, why haven’t we? And if we claim we have, then why aren’t we proud of it all? And if we say we are, then why worry about anything?

Death included?

After all, if we’ve all done nothing wrong within living to please the flesh, then we’ve nothing over which to worry when it comes to death. So why hate the topic so much? If not because we know quite well that we’re walking in accord with, and thus too according to, the flesh that has, at times in the past, wanted things that proved either worthless or dangerous or embarrassing or even perhaps now sickening? Indeed, if we know not how to make a mistake nor then mess anything up, then how is it that we know anything of shame or regret?

Kind of seems to only speak to the possibility, if not probability, that we probably don’t know as much as we so often like to say we do.

And again, it’s not even that we always sit around talking about what we’re doing and why we’re doing it and whatever it is that we’re getting out of it. For we needn’t even always use words to say what another might hear. No, rather the very living of our life speaks a truth as to what we believe and thus where our treasure is. And yet, that’s the problem friends, for if our treasure is stored inside of either us or the world around us, then our treasure can remain for only 120 at best as defined by He who we’ll then live only in lack of an accordance with.

And again, living without a fear of He who made us will also only always leave us unable to honor Him who has both the power to save us and the promise that He will rather condemn us should we continue ahead walking in accord with, and thus according to, the flesh that caused the death of His Son.

Which is something we’ve all done within every word spoken without thinking about the impact, or every action undertaken without caring as to the thing, or every lie leant upon looking for either the freedom to do as we please or rather an excuse to excuse a mistake made doing the same, or every refusal to uphold every life’s baser responsibility to act justly, to love mercy, and to thus walk humbly with the God who is both mercy and justice.

And thus either our worst enemy or best friend.

Something, again, defined by the answer found within the asking of the question posed in regard to who or what we’re walking in accord with and thus according to.

For the fruit of the flesh remains as obvious as it ever was, and so too then that of the Spirit. And without even getting into the reading of His Word which describes in detail this difference, and thus defines well the distance between the two, we and He, the fact that we’ve felt such things as fear, embarrassment, shame, guilt, remorse, friends, they all tell the story of a life lived seeking the glory of pleasing the one who cannot save, who cannot help, who cannot heal.

They tell the story of our seeking our own glory to only end up finding that we have none.

For we have no story of our own to tell, not one that speaks life at least. We have no evidence of this widely-sought best existence, made too many mistakes for that. We’ve no idea as to where we’re going as we often still try only to deny where all we’ve been. And thus we can’t even really know who we are as daily we try to hide what we’ve done as chosen due to our walking according to whatever of all this lesser that we’ve lived in accord with.

An agreement. An appeasement. A chosen procurement of a map aimed somewhere. But where? Where are we going as defined by who we’re walking with? Again, if the answer has anything to do with anyone here, then here is all we can hope to find.

And having found enough, friends, we all know that it’s never enough. For there is no fulfillment within a life lived seeking the emptiness of a world that is itself fading into utter oblivion. Why walk in accord with that? Why walk in accordance with the coordinates of where this world is headed as defined already, at least in part, by what this world is doing?

Do we truly want to live as we see the world living? Nothing but hatred but hardship? Lies and laziness? Fun but frivolous? Sinful, dangerous, all but dead in their denial of both the above?

I want more than that, and thankfully we’ve been told where to look. And that’s through the eye of a needle into the grave that we’ve all lived learning to fear.

But friends, where else here can we look for what we’ve never managed to find here?

No, that’s insanity, and personally, I’m tired of my life living in accord with such aimlessness. I want to know where I’m going, and since I so often don’t as defined within all the mistakes I still make, then it seems quite obvious that I need some help. And well, who better to ask than He who so knows the way that He is the Way?

We will not miss what God has promised unto those who love Him and thus live in accord with Him as seen inside a life given unto walking in accordance with His covenant. And we can only do this when embrace that such is signed and sealed in the blood of His Son. For thus we know that His plans and promises are of such love that He was willing to lay down His life.

And thus if we’ll not do the same, then we’re only saying that we haven’t that same love for He who loved us and gave Himself for us.

And if we don’t have that love for Him, but rather love our lives more, then we’re worthy neither of Him nor then of the victory He won over all we’ve lost to the death we’ve lived earning sin’s wage.

Leaving us alone to pay what we can’t afford.

In accord.

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