3 a.m.

I have some of the best fellowship at 3 a.m. No shame or boasting about weaknesses and strengths, successes and failures. Just quiet understanding in the presence of the 'I Am.'

Vociferate

The Lord is near all who cry out to him, all who cry out to him sincerely.
- Psalm 145:18

Can I

Can I be open, defenses down? Will you prescribe some medication and send me away? Or will you chastise me for what I've neglected, before you shoot me down? If you see the truth, will you understand? Or will you remember it later, to gain the upper hand? Tell me it's because of sin, tell me that prayer is the place to begin. Then walk away, again. (Isn't that the standard prescription?)

I cry out to God, but he's already spoken. Can I pay the price, for 100% devotion. Will I lose my wife, will I lose my life? - fears of mine, rarely uttered, rarely opened.

The Tuft of Flowers

Sentiments revealed, I'm open for attack. But the warrior who's weapon fires by the stroke of black and white keys, and his pen purposefully poised to write the will of his Master, fired not a single blow.

"What are you reading?
Not Peter, not Paul?"
I've been done with Revelations
for over a month now.

Responding to my blog on blogs
I've been reading,
The Tuft of Flowers, by Robert Frost

(excerpt)
...And dreaming, as it were, held brotherly speech
With one whose thought I had not hoped to reach.

‘Men work together,’ I told him from the heart,
‘Whether they work together or apart.’

-- Robert Frost

Temptation

Matthew 4:4
Temptation

Deuteronomy 8:3

Desires

Genesis 3:4-5

Matthew 4:4

Status Check

The Gardener is gone,
And IggyPops stopped.
Cross-Connects remains quiet,
While Dew and Poster blog on.

Blog

What am I blogging for? To grant the request of a friend? To satisfy a commitment to a group of men? To be accountable -yet what are the repercussions? I enjoy reading the thoughts of some bloggers. Others, I am distanced by either a lack of commonalities or perhaps a lack of fluency and proficiency in the medium of words. I take some time to share some of my thoughts. War and Peace by Tolstoy would seem like a short story if I truly divulged what lingers in the darkest recesses of my inner psyche. And for what purpose, so that others may pray and call to say, "I hear you brother." There is no contact. Monks on a mountain, praying throughout the day, tending their gardens. Maybe some Mendel will emerge and change the course of our knowledge. Some blogs are purposeful in their intent. They have a strict agenda. Other blogs are snapshots of relationships. And others journal a journey. But it is cold out there in cyberspace. If a connection is made, something is lost. While you carefully edit your words, I cannot see that tear running down your cheek, or the smile forming from the corner of your mouth. I cannot hear the trembling in your voice, or fully share a joyful moment.

Disclaimer - If this blog has offended anyone, I apologize. I wrestle with issues and my perspective may not give due recognition to all of the facts and information that is before me. Again, that is the nature of the blog.

Firing Neurons

Music, poetry, prose, finishing a good book or article, the sound of "Daddy!" when I get home, being able to help someone in need, a good soccer game, bike ride or workout. To teach someone something new, and to encourage one who's downcast, and rejoice in anothers success. An early morning walk as the sun rises, the dew still in the grass, birds singing praises, the smell of freshness in the air, and the breeze rustling the leaves in the trees.

Alive

What makes you feel alive?

Mind-Body Experience

Everything necessary for life and godliness through the rich knowledge, washing by the word, bodies as a living sacrifice, renew your mind, deny himself, I have called you, follow me, be transformed, follow me, test and approve, by faith, follow me.

Better than a Crystal Ball

I have a crystal ball of sorts, written by the Alpha and the Omega. It tells me of the past, and foretells the future. But my sin fogs the glass, and I carelessly let it gather dust. I see it in the corner, while I'm on my way. I'm on my way again. How foolish am I, to go on with sleep still in my eyes, and dust settling on the gift given from the one on most high!

“I make known the end from the beginning, from ancient times, what is still to come. I say: My purpose will stand, and I will do all that I please” - Isaiah 46:10

Z's

When she sleeps, no more worries ursurp the day

When she sleeps, interpretations are held at bay

When she sleeps, peace

But during the day, what can I say,
I could say much, but He wouldn't want it that way,

Where it not for Grace, I'd be going insane

Walk in my shoes, hold my hand

Think you can understand!

My logic is loosing to the emotion that's profusing

And I struggle just to maintain.

The Hope I cling to, what can I say?

There's a greater Love to be in,

Than the one next to me, on this cold winter day.