Forged By Faith

Matthew 15:8 NIV How far is far? Well, what makes this hard is that the answer is different for everyone. And too that it’s found at different times thanks, at least in part, to our differing depths of denial as to the asking of the question as is posed upon this pride-shattering proposal which presents itself in such a way that points out quite clearly that we’re both the ones who’ve long lived choosing the ways in which we’d walk as chosen in response to where we thought they’d help us go, which probably still sounds nice and leaves us feeling all powerful and in control and stuff, but it also brings about the slow-burning realization that our having chosen the direction also leaves us having a hand in choosing the disaster. Meaning then that our very own delights and our every decision to always chase after them is what’s designed our demise as set to the tune of a life of lies and so many eyes watching on in approval that we haven’t any willingness to entertain those which may see ...

Acts 17:27 NIV How close is not far? It seems as though that differing distance is different by the day within this way in which we live walking opposed even unto ourselves from one moment to the next. For I suppose that we suppose that such is life, this lie of such lived looking and lusting for only that which is lost and losing even more to both the sands of time and too then the hands of He who holds it. And that is in itself a quite confusing consideration to measure, that made out to matter by the moment as often bought between the minutes. Indeed, how long is life left to be lived in what is this unknown distance between here and not far? I for one have found myself so cast about in recent days that I myself struggle to make sense the waves of the ways in which He waves the Way that came to lead by leaving. Because there’s a clarity in that that’s simply impossible to blur or befuddle. And yet perhaps it’s just such an obviousness that’s made so ridiculous our obliviousness to i...

Psalm 145:18 NIV Sometimes we sit as if separated by a million years of misunderstandings and a thousand centuries of complacency, for it does indeed at times seem as if God is about as far away as the hopes we had for yesterday. For within each day is undoubtedly found a new fear, a novel failure to find for ourselves the fullness of faith we had hoped to find by now. That is the peculiarity of this walk we’re weaving along and wavering within. It’s a most hopeful promise proven by a Savior we can’t see who endured a cross we didn’t witness at a time in which we weren’t even close to being alive, all in order to testify to the truth of the Word which we still at times wrestle against as if we can somehow escape the severity of the sin defined within. And yet does that wrestling prove we’re trying to try or just trying to keep from trying? Because it seems as though it could go either way most days. Some of this time we’re given is then given back to trying to seek and find, study and ...

Matthew 15:8 NIV It seems as though perhaps the distance from our heads to our hearts is, at times at least, much the same as the separation we so often feel between here and hope. For though our lips are geographically close to the hearts which pound inside a craving for more than we can say we need, say we know, yet sadly despite their being so near to our knowing what we need, we find that our mouths and our hearts are existing as if in two foreign places. Because while our heads may hold lips that let on that we know we need Heaven's hope as having come in Christ, our hearts remain among the ultimate deceivers as they lead us daily back into the brink wherein we break away all over again into disbelief as designed inside a heart’s desires kindling fires forsaking that faith which yearns only for a fellowship with He who is everything we could ever need. Indeed, it seems to matter not what our tongues here confess as our hearts head us always into following the path our mouths c...

James 4:8 NIV What if the unseen duality we’ve all but come to insist upon in life has left us doubling the distance between here and hope? For this life anymore seems the longest of roads. An ever-twisting tempest of trial and turmoil always triumphantly trying our temperament and tranquility. Each day arrives in a violent sort of haste that seems only to lay waste our best intentions already invented for the day ahead that’s all but already passed us by before we’ve even begun. Such is the confounding curiosity of life as we’ve lost it, for whether we’ve the gall to agree or not, that is all we’ve done with our time down here. Just lost it to loving the life we’re losing, leaving unwelcomed our awareness of the wrath which we’ve earned for all this wandering into only wondering without the willingness to start walking. That’s become a rather confusing contemplation around my head of late. This idea that I may have had myself roundly convinced of something that I’ve never been doing. ...