Forged By Faith

Isaiah 59:16 NIV The intervention Of such a grand intention that it demanded the very invention of a brand new direction as was thus never before decided by any of all who’ve had always a chance to choose what His choice so clearly was. For indeed, death to self was always a need made necessary whenever a self seems to assume that itself is all that matters. After all, when we find it in us to do as He doesn’t, we’ve both done something actually amazing but the amazing is actually amazingly corrupted. For it was never His intention for any of all of His creation to have so created this alteration unto a life’s investigation that we seek daily this continued insinuation that our destination is to be determined by us alone. Yes, His destination at which we were aimed right from conception was to walk with Him forever, basking endlessly in the goodness of His then ever-present kindness as poured now seemingly always behind us as we battle ahead into the betrayal of even ourselves in what’...

Isaiah 59:15 NIV The destination And indeed, it does seem as if we have arrived and that apparently, as is always the case, right on schedule if not ahead of time having both departed from wherever it was that we started and made too good time along the way. Just perhaps not good use of such. Yes, such is sadly what I fear most often anymore. In fact it’s not even the destinations at which we arrive in life as they’re always but stopping points along a journey that doesn’t, or at least hasn’t yet. No, my worry is won within knowing one day it will and that I will then be left so thin in regard to time itself that I’ll only be able to look back on all I did when I’d had more and wonder, regretfully I worry, why I’d not done more with what more I’d had back when I had more to give. More to live. Yet what is life? What defines best this place of which we have arrived in what is a life? Is it alive? Are we? Sometimes it seems, but alas those sometimes are scarce and perhaps even scared at ...

Isaiah 59:14 NIV The reward And that given as a result of our revolt into what’s remained a mostly revolting way as always aimed both right at God but still so far the other way that all we know of His Name is the blame for our frame’s fame having failed to have been found upon this ground by now. No, we’ve long been of the belief that it was on us to find for us a way to make this life into what we wanted so badly for it to be. And well, wouldn’t you know it but He did indeed let us succeed! For all along all we’ve known to want was nothing more than a way in which everything was gray but still somehow okay. Yes, we wanted it this way. We wanted what we’ve gotten. We craved this cave in which culture has caved as a result of a cavernous cavity created by a cancer so commonly caustic that it continues to chew away at our every day in which better still awaits. But alas that better we could still become will only wait for us to want it for so long. Eventually it will just agree that we ...

Proverbs 24:16 NIV Bottom of the eighth. For seven, at least in terms of Biblical thought, is considered completion or perfection. Thus those who’ve fallen seven times have become themselves perfected failures, inability completed. And yet here within what are our more modern mindsets as maintained upon the mainstream monstrosities, of a life lived of enmity and animosity, we seem to see seven as but a mediocrity. It’s a number rather insignificant outside of those who may hold it as their favorite, for whatever reason we choose such things as numbers and colors to be more our own liking than others. But the fact continues to keep proving that we know somehow quite less of what we’re doing as what we’re doing continues to come out mistaken as manifest within such things shame and regret and their like. And yet we seem to see no such completion then within our ways as won of both the winning of what we want and the losing of what we don’t want to leave behind. In fact that’s perhaps jus...

Isaiah 59:2 NIV A lack of hope displays a concrete divide from He who is our peace, and yet we wonder at the distance. Because blinded eyes can't see that it's merely a making of our many wanderings always away from the Way in which we were made and to which we're now called to return. The entirety of our time has been wantonly wasted on wanting only what wastes. And having now found all we've wanted to know of the little we've chosen to become, here at home inside this deplorable depravity of our delusionary design, we're only to come face to face with the fact that we've caused His face to turn away. How could He continue to look, to listen, to hope? It's not that such is impossible as we're told that with Him no things are, but so too does there come a dance with destruction that carries with it a point in which an onlooker looks away so as to miss the carnage constructed within the calamity and chaos. That's by and large all we are, all we kn...