Forged By Faith

Ecclesiastes 1:15 NIV What it is Is what it shall be as there are things which simply cannot be anything other than whatever they are. And even this reality has managed to find a way to be, at least sometimes, agreed upon by humanity in that every now and then you’ll hear a man or a woman or perhaps it spoken even from the mouths of children that now common concession that it is what it is. It’s something of an agreement as to the impossibility of our changing anything about whatever something is or has become. But for most of us that agreement is often spoken in something of shame as if a failure found only at what’s then the end of a certain period of time likely having been given trying to change inevitability’s mind. And we sure do that a lot in life. All of us find nearly every day here this desire to prove that we’re the ones who can do what reality, what logic, what simple and honest truth and mathematics say cannot be done. We want to be the one who proves otherwise. And indeed...

1 Corinthians 2:9 NIV imagines in the impossible For why continue to hinder whatever our every hope may still be as to insist it be whatever we think it could? After all, what sense does it make to insist we’re the ones who can in anyway know anything as to everything that isn’t yet? As is asked constantly in Scripture, who was there when God set all of this in motion? Who of us knows the ways to where are stored the waves of the ocean? Who of us know where the stars go to sleep when the sun starts its shift? Who of us knows why the wind goes whichever way the wind blows? Indeed, who of us can even say we know the reason yet for all the thoughts we’ve thought or can understand those we’ve not? I am convinced that among the greatest tragedies to befall a fallen man is for him, her, them to imagine themselves as anything other than paper-thin and temporary. And that’s because, as again the Bible makes mention, the surest way for any to fall is to find themselves thinking they’re able to ...

Luke 18:25 NIV To just go Honestly, these days anymore have that becoming only more my only hope. To just go. To be found so ready to leave whenever His love says it’s time that I can just leave it all behind as if nothing is being left that either wasn’t to be lost or that won’t be coming with me before long. And yet the problem arises through the treasures of our eyes and these hearts that hold them so dear that we don’t know how to imagine a life without them, let alone believe in the one to which they can’t come. And that is such a problem that to just go is, well, something that we just can’t. Yes, we just can’t, at least not yet. And why? Because unto us there remains too much to life to fit through that coming eye of that needle that we’ve all known about for long enough now to know that, no, not everything that we think means something can actually mean the something we think it means. For in order for something to mean something the meaning needs to remain at least long enough...

Hebrews 11:3 NIV By faith. For that in which we believe through faith is the same as that which most cannot because they cannot see this belief we believe. Because to most belief is but a burden as borne within the betrayal of the present, the scorning of the perceived, the accosting of complacency as considered commendable by those stagnant and bereaved of their belief in all things better as promised only unto all in that perpetual further as found just beyond the fog of now in what is a life lived as if life’s lived only here. And it isn’t, at least not according to what some believe. By faith. You’ll notice it doesn’t say by intellect or intelligence. Not a mattered measured by imagination or understanding. Not found by either insight or instruction. It’s not even considered by the courage at a considering a strange consideration as constructed outside the breadth of our vision and our equally limited ability to believe. No, but rather by faith do we believe in this belief that is ...

1 Corinthians 2:9 NIV The things God has prepared These seem the things that now define nearly every hope I have left as I live out my remaining days within the struggles against the ways won within the “wisdom” of the age in which we wage only a life upon want and wish as welcomed by all and refused by anymore so few that I feel less here today than in days now gone. And yet I welcome myself into this excitement as regarded within all that’s of yet unseen as I see inside such the scene of the not shown and unknown. And simply put, that eternity has God’s hands all over it resolves my selfish inclination to continue striving in this designing of a life that was never mine to misunderstand. Rather life was always a violent simplicity as shown inside the very story of salvation. For God worked in Christ something unseen and thus entirely inconceivable before the very eyes of those who counted themselves unbound by the burden that it must be to be still blind beside the very One who came ...