Forged By Faith

John 3:19 NIV A close cousin to the commonly-loved 3:16, for God doth indeed so love the world that the verdict is in, signed, sealed, literally delivered unto us as a babe which came to pave the way that still we question somehow. Perhaps it’s managed to remain a topic of much invasive doubt and public debate because, as if an invading, so is the will of God who saw fit to shine through to however many few might dare do as many, if not most, seem all but entirely, eternally unwilling to. Yes, perhaps this idea fits this best, this consideration of His most confusing concierge who came to call us to care, to come, to convene a culture in which we consider the constructs of our confusions and delusions and the damnations they’re continually continuing to design. We just don’t know any other way, even though He told us plain that He is the Way. Still we seem most days rather perfectly lost inside our own minds, victims of our own understandings. This is something that’s started to dawn o...

Matthew 23:16 NIV As it was then, so it remains now. For we’re still but a people so blinded by the presents that we can’t even begin to pretend we appreciate the presence. No, it’s quite amazingly tragic, a true horror story of old, this story still told of just how tarnished our devotions have become as they’ve been nothing ever but a replica of the revolting irreverence of all those degenerate generations who’ve gone before us. Indeed, we know only to rinse and repeat nearly all of life. Sure, we tout our technological advancements and boast about our bravery in this so called and self-perceived assumption of our having progressed something. But there remains this underlying reality in that we’re nothing at all any different than the blind who’ve always looked only to follow those who likewise will not see. For the truth is that we’ve all eyes which could but yet we’ve hearts that won’t simply because to care is to fight but to live is to buy and you just can’t buy belief nor the co...

Ezekiel 16:22 NIV I am convinced that among the very worst things which can happen to a person, to think ourselves something significant is possibly the most grievous. And yet, in this world today bearing this mindset now set inside all of us to varying degrees and differing depths, seems as if we walk among endless royalty. Chests puffed, chins lifted, noses pointed so high into the sky that to look demands we look down upon the vermin which dare share our air. Yes, we have indeed become all that and the proverbial bag, but my friends, what is all that exactly? What are we? What have we become? What have we done that's allowed us to think ourselves so vastly important that the world's better off now that we've arrived? What in our pasts points to a point or purpose which we've alone fulfilled, filling our minds with this concept of our growing sovereignty? Must be something spectacular for us to carry ourselves with such austere posture, perfected perspective and the m...