Saturday, December 3, 2016

Discernment


























“If you want to be happy, do not pray for discernment.” – A. W. Tozer
“I am the vine; you are the branches. If you remain in me and I in you, you will bear much fruit; apart from me you can do nothing. If you do not remain in me, you are like a branch that is thrown away and withers; such branches are picked up, thrown into the fire and burned.  If you remain in me and my words remain in you, ask whatever you wish, and it will be done for you.”   John 15:5-7
it’s not easy seeing things
others do not,
seeing past the surface,
past the smoke screens,
past the phoniness,
past the lies;
seeing the hypocrisy,
the hidden agendas,
the self-seeking motives,
the falseness,
you begin to see people
in a different light,
you begin to see them for
what they really are;
you see it in others,
you see it in yourself;
it is like talking
to dead bones,
being surrounded by
living corpses,
remaining silent,
even though you want
to scream,
knowing it wouldn’t
change anything,
even if you did;
it is not judgment,
it is not condemnation,
it is a deep, quiet
sadness,
an unspeakable burden,
because you know that
you are just as guilty,
just as undeserving,
just as despicable,
just as failed;
you realize just
how opaque
and pervasive evil
really is,
appearing as an angel
of light,
infiltrating into cracks
and shadows,
you understand just how
manipulative and devious
the enemy truly is;
You are the Vine,
we are the branches,
without You we can do nothing,
through You we can do all things.
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A Dream/Vision
















the children of men hold their breath,
a final sigh before the meltdown,
a silent pause within the maelstrom,
hearts fail from fear,
meeting in secret places,
waiting for what is to come;
like a thief in the night
it sweeps them away;
trees smolder and smoke,
bursting into flames as
tires begin to steam,
their rubber melting
to the highway surface;
no where to run,
no where to hide;
like abandoned wells,
their water runs dry,
they sit withering in the sun,
wandering through the wilderness,
lost and alone;
the day is here,
the time is now;
Your mercy endures
to the end,
but who shall hear the message?
who shall accept the grace?
when the Son of Man returns
will he find faith?
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This Dream


















the moments come and go,
just a different twist,
a fairer fate,
another turn,
a better choice,
life and death,
darkness or light,
nothing and everything,
something else;
we come so close;
83 dead,
the silence shattered
as the gunman reloads,
Louisville in mourning,
there are things never
forgotten;
who is to say?
who is to know?
does it never end?
the sun rises,
a new day’s heat begins,
suffocating and choking,
flesh melting like
yesterday’s butter,
chard and putrid,
fresh rubber sizzling
like bacon in grease
on the soft asphalt surface,
one more on the road,
out of the frying pan
and into the fire;
another one tastes the dust;
take it away,
let it be no more,
bring about an end,
take it from my eyes,
take it from my mind,
this whisper,
this hush;
this dream.
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Friday, December 2, 2016

Infection

 


Jesus looked directly at them and asked. “Then what is the meaning of that which is written: ‘The stone the builders rejected has become the capstone?’ Everyone who falls on that stone will be broken to pieces, but he on whom it falls will be crushed.”   Luke 20:17-18
From that time on Jesus began to explain to his disciples that he must go to Jerusalem and suffer many things at the hands of the elders, chief priests and teachers of the law, and that he must be killed and on the third day be raised to life. Peter took him aside and began to rebuke him. “Never, Lord!” he said. “This shall never happen to you!” Jesus turned and said to Peter, “Get behind me, Satan! You are a stumbling block to me; you do not have in mind the things of God, but the things of men.” Then Jesus said to his disciples, “If anyone would come after me, he must deny himself and take up his cross and follow me. For whoever wants to save his life will lose it, and whoever loses his life for me will find it. What good will it be for a man if he gains the whole world, yet forfeits his soul? Or what can a man give in exchange for his soul?”  Matthew 16:21-26
“To face what we are in the end, we stand before the light
and our true nature is revealed. Self-revelation is annihilation of self.”
Kathleen Conklin – ‘The Addiction’
we all stand afflicted,
hopelessly addicted,
ravaged and abused,
scourged and inflicted;
infected by the disease;
we choose this road,
because that is who we are,
what we have become,
there simply is no other choice,
no other path;
a leopard cannot change
its spots,
nor can a flea become
a dog;
hopelessly addicted,
infected by the disease;
self-induced delusions,
self-abused illusions,
self-taught dreams,
self-righteous justification;
hopelessly addicted,
infected by the disease.
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Delusion





















For the secret power of lawlessness is already at work; but the one who now holds it back will continue to do so till he is taken out of the way. And then the lawless one will be revealed, whom the Lord Jesus will overthrow with the breath of his mouth and destroy by the splendor of his coming. The coming of the lawless one will be in accordance with the work of Satan displayed in all kinds of counterfeit miracles, signs and wonders, and in every sort of evil that deceives those who are perishing. They perish because they refused to love the truth and be saved. For this reason God sends them a powerful delusion so that they will believe the lie and so that all will be condemned who have not believed the truth but have delighted in wickedness.   II Thessalonians 2:7-12
Therefore in one day her plagues will overtake her; death, mourning and famine. She will be consumed by fire, for mighty is the Lord God who judges her.   Revelation 18:8
the joy does end,
here in this land
of limited sun,
cold hearted and alone,
forsaken and forgotten,
the gate is closing,
the gap is narrowing,
the light is starting to
disappear,
there are things bigger
than life,
bigger than death;
bigger than dreams;
even now they mock,
twisting the truth,
creating monuments of self-glory,
worshiping idols of their own doing,
maligning anyone and everything,
laughing at the misery and suffering,
exploiting the helpless and weak,
drowning in self-proclaimed wisdom,
unable to understand truth,
incapable of anything more
than what they are,
refusing to see past themselves,
seeking life, liberty and the pursuit
of perpetual pleasure,
blinded by their superiority,
wallowing in the fantasy,
delighting in the delusion;
finding comfort in the lie.
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Everything In Its Place




















He replied, “I saw Satan fall like lightning from heaven. I have given you authority to trample on snakes and scorpions and to overcome all the power of the enemy; nothing will harm you. However do not rejoice that the spirits submit to you, but rejoice that your names are written in heaven.”   Luke 10:18-20
Later, knowing that everything had now been finished, and so that Scripture would be fulfilled, Jesus said, “I am thirsty.” A jar of wine vinegar was there, so they soaked a sponge in it, put the sponge on a stalk of the hyssop plant, and lifted it to Jesus’ lips. When he had received the drink, Jesus said, “It is finished.” With that, he bowed his head and gave up his spirit.   John 19:28-30
everything in its time,
everything in its place,
everything changes,
everything remains the same;
the wind blows where it will;
who knows the approaching shadows?
who understands the raging depths?
who can see this terrible darkness?
the growing tempest looms
on the far off horizon;
it has begun,
it is finished;
“Nothing will harm you”
everything is temporary,
everything fades,
this never ending dream,
rises like some ancient
early morning mist,
building from ashes
long since past,
as the day comes for those
who hold on to tomorrow;
while night waits for the rest;
here we shall fall,
here we shall stand;
if I only could,
you know I certainly would;
for everything there is a cost,
for everything there is a loss;
you were mine,
and I was yours.
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Sifted


























“Simon, Simon, Satan has asked to sift all of you as wheat. But I have prayed for you, Simon, that your faith may not fail. And when you have turned back, strengthen your brothers.”   Luke 22:31-32
another feeling,
another emotion,
another disappointment,
another lie;
I no longer know,
who or what I am,
I no longer see,
where I belong,
or where I need to be;
the darkness grows,
swallowing everything
in its path;
I can deny myself,
but I cannot deny You,
I can run from everything
and everyone,
but I cannot run from You;
everything I know,
falls away,
everything I am,
becomes less,
everywhere I go,
is nowhere;
there is nothing
without You;
like a light shining
in the night,
You lead me back,
guiding my steps,
restoring the hope,
calming the storm,
providing the only
reassurance I will
ever need;
there is nothing
without You.
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