Day 3833 of the 7 day Bible verse challenge.

Isaiah 59:9 NIV

The demise

Of a die cast by dim eyes unwilling to see not wanting to know anything but the decision the heart has already in mind for a life all but lived already in time that's not yet come but has rather already gone but only one way. And that being always only our own. For such is the lie that we’ve lived to buy, that which says that our own hearts and minds and eyes and lives are just that and thus for that alone.

Just ours and thus us.

Leaving us blind to every measure of any better that could still be in what we perhaps even should become but maybe never will due to the will that stole the quill and sewed the quilt that is our quit as chosen every single time that any time in life is seemingly being spent upon anything of the everything that we either don’t like already or can learn to hate quite quickly.

And indeed, there are a great and growing number of such things.

Which has left us amazingly unamused as to the life we’ve had to peruse looking for something worth our work and wait to have to pursue as purchased for the promise of a pride’s promotion into what’s only ever a higher level of leaving behind the better in every way kind of life of which our arrogance much always live in ignorance. Not because ignorance is a demand designed inside His design for life. Just that arrogance cannot know what it doesn’t find worth knowing.

Much like how you can’t ever find what you don’t want to look for or hear what doesn’t interest the ear or embrace what wastes the wants of a heart holding again this idea in mind of a life’s time going but one way which is, again, only ours. Mostly. And mostly because reality says that despite our having always tried so very hard to live this way that is our own, what we’ve somehow come to find instead is but a life lost as for home for having long assumed it something built in the perfection that our arrogance both seems to know but never manages to find.

Meaning then that the mostly our way which we’d like life to live is but a figment of our inability to actually make it happen due to what are often unforeseen circumstances which always seem to just appear as if out of nowhere and take our success by surprise and insist upon it some measure of its demise as cast by the die that we’ve not rolled not having wanted to chance the dance with another’s design.

Indeed, we’re too used to the loaded ideas we’ve had in mind for nearly all our lives. For there’s always been some way for us to make it seem like life was okay and going our way. Even if we had to bend or twist or try to hide the fact that it both wasn’t but that yet we were somehow still surviving despite it. And this lie behind which we hide in what is the gloom we’ve gained from reading the room and not wanting to then know too much of joy or purpose or even joy’s purpose due to the many around us who’ve long since given up such a hunt has left us all but not trying to find what our lying lips say we’re looking for.

For a hunt it is, that better life, and that one at night thanks to the sights we’ve sought in a lie we’ve bought of a life we’ve caught as if by surprise but also on fire.

All because daily we all but hire ourselves out unto the delights of a world in danger filling so fast with so much anger that I suppose it was only a matter of time before we fell in line and lived that life looking to live a life that was our own as owned by the generalities of a crumbling society as can be described as caving in on itself thanks to its always looking only to itself to both know and understand or at least fake the ability to figure out and find what is this supposed best way to live this thing.

And indeed, it has become that we’ve became of the brain that says that this life is just a thing and thus not really something worth all that much as, well, we’ve other things in our lives that are apparently worth as much as our lives considering how we give our lives to them find in what are measures ever-deeper by the day that we also always assume to just be there.

And if there’s anything that makes our arrogance more evident it’s that widespread and longstanding ability to take tomorrow for granted via living today as if not much of all we do or don’t can matter that much.

After all, how can it when we again don’t find it even worth the time and effort spent doing it or refusing it?

Which is again all we seem to understand to do in life. We awake every day to either do only what we want or refuse the more we don’t as defined itself by what we want and whether or not it can even pretend to get us closer. Which, as time will tell, it can’t. And that simply because while what we want may sound and seem quite nice, it’s the very same that’s left us lost inside this night in which we’re anything but the knights in shining armor that we both wanted to be and now need to become so as to save our own day from what is the demise of the die cast by blinding eyes.

Rather we’re the ones who keep rolling the dice looking for nice in a world in not much is anymore.

And that simply because of what we ourselves have done or refused to thanks our communal unwillingness to see anything other than whatever we’ve wanted to by now.

And wouldn’t you know but even that we haven’t doesn’t seem to have made much of a difference!

For still we walk as if blind guides leading ourselves to the loss of our souls in sales selling the yelling of a life going perfectly well but falling apart. How is that possible? These days we’ve so many people screaming for help but nobody wants the help they need. And that simply because everyone’s all but convinced that they don’t need any help at all. Which then leaves us all caught in this crossfire of a world filled with liars and us looking to them to set us free via the truth that isn’t sold around these parts anymore.

Simply because folks quit buying their need to keep trying.

Thus the supply and demand coefficients are all out of whack as there are anymore just too many variables that vary by their own degrees of interest which are but reflections of the same general perception which is again that we don’t need any help. Leaving us thus unable to see the plethora of such being offered. Further thus leaving us living still that way of life that, while our own, still can’t find a home or feel at the same.

Rather we all just feel out of place as we grope daily along the walls of a world that continues to elate at the fall of both truth from the throne as they continue to shove it so far out of reach that they seem to think it now all but reasonable to not reach for it anymore and too laughing at those who fall for the truth as if they’re the losers for losing the lies that everyone and their mother are living for and looking toward.

Yes, these days you’re found to be a freak if you believe in anything of every better that you’ve not been but haven’t yet become willing to give up on finding someday.

All because the cool kids are those found riding in the freedom of fast cars and fornication as founded upon their laying in the beds that someone else has made seeking to enjoy what somebody else already did before they too died to the better that never comes up upon this die cast by blind eyes unwilling to see anything else to do with, in, for this life we’re at this point not really living anymore.

For what is there to live for if all we’ll find tomorrow is just more of how we feel today having by then spent today not doing what we didn’t feel like trying yesterday?

Which was the finding of the feeling that this life’s worth living and thus we’re unwilling not to anymore.

Why are we so unwilling to live life these days? And when did we decide that to live life meant only doing what you enjoy doing and thus finding what you feel worthy of being found? Yes, when did we become this air of royalty that feels as if we’re dually owed what we want and none of what we don’t, and daily doubling down on that?

Just how much more of our lives can we afford to bet upon what our pride really, really wants but somehow hasn’t managed to find just yet?

And what do we want?

Well, such things are actually pretty clear. We want justice for the offended and oppressed. We want liberty for those unjustly held captive. We want healing for the broken and sight for the blind. We want every ear to hear what we have to say. We want every heart to hold so much hope that none of us are left looking for it anymore. We want mercy given when we mess up. We want happiness to overfill our chosen cups. We want to feel important and look the same. We want everyone on this earth to know our name and for it to know nothing of blame.

But friends, that’s exactly the problem. It’s that while most of those things, if not all of them in fact, are indeed good things to aim for and even fight toward, the issue is that we’ve become willfully blind to the blame we’ve earned in our doing so much against the very things that we claim we’re looking to find or feel.

And that simply because we’ve somehow come to all but misconstrue the majority into something that only has something to do with us and what we want. Such as justice. We all talk about how we want justice when any vile wrong is done. And yet so too we want to be justified in our doing of the wrongs we don’t want anyone to think of as impious or improper. We want freedom for the captive but can’t admit that captive we are to the things we want more than life itself. We want others to hear what we have to say but all we have to say is what others want to hear.

We want the blind to see but can’t seem to see that we can’t anymore. And we want to blame everyone else for the choices we’ve made and make in what is a life all but blind to believing in every better that we’ve stopped trying to become simply because of all the better that we know we’ve not become.

And thus we’re a people caught in the middle of knowing there’s more that we could find or feel, and maybe even wanting it so badly we can taste it, but who are also unwilling to reach for it because we know that if we’re found doing so then such a striving would come alongside the showing that we’ve been lying all this time about these perfect lives that we’d apparently already found.

So we’re caught between the proverbial rock and hard. One being hard to move whereas the other is hard for us to want to. Because this world has become a hard place thanks to our having all but insisted it become so difficult as designed inside a heart deceptive and a mind only perceptive to what the deceitful heart desires. And so too does there still stand the Rock that is growing exponentially higher than we thanks to our continuing to fall both for our own lies and too then further away from His life.

And well, despite His life sounding really nice and even apparently being in fact so very amazing that He himself died for us to share within it, it’s just that we haven’t the interest in Him because He is higher than us which demands an understanding of our personal measure of lowness as defined inside the lies we’ve lived in the lives we’ve lost to thinking we hadn’t lost anything despite not having found all that much either.

For again, how can you ever find what you’re never willing to look for? And too, how then can we reach for what we can’t seem to see that we might really need?

And thus Christ is to be only perpetually far off thanks to our having again fallen off the rails in a life gone off the same thanks to a brain that doesn’t think anymore about anything but what we hope today has in store and tomorrow will bring in even better measure.

Yes, life has devolved into us doing the same. And that all because we think that all that matters is all we want to.

So we find ourselves hoping for hope but never holding any thanks to our thinking that hope can be held. We search for love but offer pretty much none to anyone else. We fight for freedom but from things that aren’t really all that controlling or even captivating. We scream for justice but get really quiet when found doing something that could lead to us being brought up on charges. We ache for things to get better but ourselves refuse any changes.

We even claim to understand the importance of truth, and yet all we seem to know of it is our version of it which is ironically always found able to align with all the thoughts we have in mind for a life we’ve already lived messing up without agreeing to the presence of any mistakes.

Thus we’ve become only the very same hypocrites that claimed they saw the way to live life right and yet only ever seemed to find the many ways in which only everyone else was getting it wrong.

Yes, we claim we can see and that thanks to that we too know everything. And yet all we seem to know is to deny we’re wrong and refuse the growth that would come almost effortlessly would we simply break down and agree that we need to.

Leaving righteous but a theory that both sounds amazing yet apparently isn’t ever incredible enough to inspire in us a humility that admits that we’ve neither found it nor any reason to have so failed in trying.

Leaving us dying to every better we could have been by now and that which we could still be somehow. And that we don’t even know how we could become any better proves that both we can’t and that Christ exists. For He came to combat pride which is what causes nearly every sin into which we’ve fallen thinking we had the right to do all the wrongs we’ve done.

And sure, perhaps some of our mistakes were harmlessly made due to the ignorance we had at the time in regard to the choice at hand and how to make it well. But friends, we do continue to learn in life whether we admit it or not. Problem then is that we can’t grow in life if we won’t agree that we need to. Which only then leaves us growing further apart from the narrowing Way that leads to life in exchange for our swelling to fit the wide that simply doesn’t.

And that simply because of that same pride that still lives inside and is granted unprecedented access to the absolute decimation of every decision that we could make that would make us better in exchange for every other that doesn’t care to be.

Friends, my point is that we continue to fail find all we’re looking for for a reason. And while that reason could be that what we’re looking for is just really hard to find, it could also be that we’re just not actually trying all that hard to find much of anything. After all, when all we continue to find is just more excuses for having not found the better we claim we’re looking for, then it’s the excuses that we must be looking toward.

For we will find what we seek.

Question then is what are we looking for?

Because if such things as hope and joy and peace and purpose are what we’re trying to find but all we seem to come up with are doubt and dread and denial, then we’re either blind or stupid.

I’ll leave you to guess which.

But just a hint: It’s not the one that we can claim having claimed that we can see.

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