Forged By Faith

Ecclesiastes 5:10 NIV Empty walls There seems to remain this universal if not indeed unanimous understanding that has in fact led to what’s always been an equally common undertaking as is undertaken by literally everyone literally everywhere. And that understanding is that there must be some reason, some meaning hidden inside or beside, or sadly these days most often only behind the truth that says we are standing here in what is a life we are living in what is a place that is too most certainly alive. What seems strange then is why it so often seems entirely otherwise. For there’s no denying that all of us are in fact living. We’re breathing. We’re thinking. We’re trying, even if said trying is only trying not to think too much about anything. We are all here doing something, chasing something, choosing something in which to place something that is called our hope, our trust, our faith even as is given on the then basis of our understanding that there again must be a reason for our be...

Proverbs 12:18 NIV To help or harm Such is both the question we answer and often times the question we ask. Alas, we don’t usually see it as a question at all, that neither being asked nor thus in need of being answered. And that because we’ve become quite accustomed to this all but generalized reluctance to assume any responsibility in life. And by assume I mean as in assuming it upon ourselves, and that choice chosen to be ignored as we all seem to collectively assume that there is no real responsibility in life. And that made both already perfectly clear and yet somehow clearer almost every day. And that because we continue to watch the masses fade away into this waste of days in which we’ve all words we say but somehow they without anything much being said. It’s truly amazing how we can take something so freeing, so beautiful, so opportunistic as our uniquely human ability to be linguistic and use it for such superficiality as, again, always talking about nothing. Yes, we love talk...

1 Timothy 4:8 NIV Monster in the mirror. Such is what I’ve seen more times than I might ever remember. For there are these ruts into which we’ve run into what’s managed to become but a life left to rust for the sheer sake of something to show for our time as given so freely and fully to what may in the end prove only folly if not entirely fragile. Indeed, that is something I’ve long tried to overcome in regard to our human condition as contained within the temporal and tainted. Because I’ve, like you, never wanted to truly admit what we’ve all become. Which is but monsters made of misplaced importance. Indeed, I cannot for the life of me at this moment right here seem to recall all to which I’ve run seeking some way to validate that I am what I’d rather believe myself to be. For this world has managed to so mangle our minds that we’ve learned to mismanage our times to the tune of trying for what helps with the outward whilst thus almost completely ignoring the more that’s always seen o...

James 4:14 NIV “What is your life?” As you’ve likely noticed there are a whole lot of questions asked within these posts. And sure, many of them are quite rhetorical in nature as they’re asked in what’s anything from irony, in regard to our penchant toward idiocy, all the way to what are warnings considered within the continuation of our doing what we know we shouldn’t be, refer back to the idiocy. And there too, there are many questions asked in these devotions that are geared toward making us all hopefully a bit more aware as to what we are doing as discovered perhaps only best through the considerings of why. But then there are questions that even Scripture asks, such as that found in this verse for today. And as with all Biblical study and Scriptural exposition as expanded through detailed, and at times even delayed, expository writing, I know that there are always the contextual considerations to, well, consider, and we will certainly do so within the up ahead in regard to this po...

Ecclesiastes 1:2 NIV The measure of a matter’s merit is what makes it mean what it means, and yet we live within a world that then seems so filled with so much that means so little that maybe life itself might not mean much. For the measure of merit is what makes a matter matter, the matter then meaning the meaning of the matter which then only matters as it means something. But that’s the curiosity of life isn’t it? Indeed, is this not in fact the overall experience of life itself, a matter meant to mean something, only found in finding meaning? And do we not undertake this matter by trying to measure what might mean most as compared only against what then means less? And in this, are we the ones fit to find the fine line between the firm and the finite? Is this not the line over which all matters which mean something are still found, but still waiting for us to find them? It’s quite amazing to me the questions that we start asking as life grows toward our getting old. I’m a day close...