Forged By Faith

Titus 2:13 NIV works through the waiting Not only because that’s simply what we’re here to do, a fact rather easy to prove in light of all we’ve all the ability, the opportunity, the understanding and (hopefully) willingness to, but also because, well, what else is there to do? What else are we to give all this time we’ve been given to? What more might mean more than our doing more than we’ve already done, becoming then something more, (hopefully) something better than we’ve been before? Honestly, why would we still have a life if not to live it doing something within it? Doesn’t make any sense. And yet it sadly seems increasingly obvious that many here do find themselves of the ability to find sense in the senseless. So much so that there are a correspondingly increasing many who have managed to make careers, find fortunes, even find fame and friendships within the doing of nothing. At least nothing all that good or meaningful or even productive. I mean truly, do we need more influenc...

2 Timothy 1:10 NIV ravels in the reveal For within the realization of our redemption both being sealed and straining near there comes this loss of the fear of the loss of this life as we come to learn that within the Light is and was the only life that ever were we intended to live. And sure, this realization brings with it a realizing as to the life we’ve lived instead, one which left us both spiritually dead and deserving of the bodily same, which is too part of this parcel which is His promise which doth indeed pursue us. And yeah, it’s still sometimes somewhat strange to find oneself finding joy in approaching such a destination. Because none alive wish to die as it’s the living of life that clearly makes a life worth living. It’s just that in Christ and His finished work upon the cross which was and is and will forever remain the cornerstone of the Gospel, a cornerstone still being roundly rejected by the many who continue building their lives within the deaths designed within the...

Psalm 27:14 NIV … Oftentimes in within this life life itself feels as if this swirling sea of uncertainty that comes rolling daily upon the shores of what we thought we were sure about only to bring with the torrents this tearing apart of all we thought we knew. So many days find us feeling as if our beliefs are only at best broken and battered as they’re sometimes left to the breakers and betrayals of the betters for which we’d again dared believe. For indeed, belief is a truly powerful thing as it inspires us to press forward through whatever may lie along the way to our much-anticipated brighter day. But the storms, oh the storms. And that they’re mixed with an oddly screaming silence in which we’re finally left to hear the honesty of our thoughts, the tragedy of our attempts, the reality of our inability to really make anything happen at all. It’s like it all just arrives us to this place in which everything is ripped apart and we’re left so unsure of where to start that sadly we j...

Habakkuk 2:3 NIV The vapidity Such often seems to define the perceived reality of what is a walk of faith as walked, always, amongst an even greater many who’ve no such worry nor want as won within a wait that is a demand of each and every faith. And why is this? Why this ease of finding or feeling or even finding ourselves feeling this lack of liveliness if not life itself? Moreover, why the wait as is what we so often feel as if we have to have amongst a many who’ve not the same but instead seem to find far faster the fun and friendship we all have had in the past and would likely still like in the present and its next successor? Because faith is for now only ever to be the substance of things hoped for and the assurance of those unseen. And what then makes it so hard that many either have or will fall away from basically any form of faith in which they’ve found themselves having earlier believed is that what we here and now see and hear is but an entire world enveloped in so much en...

James 5:7 NIV The weight of the wait. There seems, as life grows toward wherever life goes, this growing knowing that the waiting is weighing a worth of wonder as to whether whatever may be good enough as measured always against the unseen uncertainty of the perhaps better still. And I think that it’s that stillness that finds us so often afraid as we wait for whatever more may be in store that seems to most a horrible bore as borne within the moment in which we’re at present already surrounded with what seems a perfect plenty. And it’s, to us, this supposed plenty already perfected that exists as if only to remind of the more we could have right now as opposed to later on if we’d just do as our impatience would prefer as present. For within this world there is undeniably a great many good enoughs and even quite a few pretty greats. But that’s where it begins to find this weighing, this life spent mostly in waiting. It’s found within the feeling that what we want is rather a needing, f...