They Are Dangerous, That's Why.

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Lest I Forget

"But the one who prophesies speaks to people for their strengthening, encouraging and comfort." 1 Corinthians 14:3

Older; Not necessarily wiser in my vain search for carnal pleasures.

Disappointment reigned supreme last night as I dodged potential projectile vomit victims at 2 in the morning.

Did I really think I would find happiness at the bottom of a $14 Mezcal or amongst the bridge and tunnel children parked on the Beauty Bar dance floor?

How quickly the bombardment of satisfaction temptations beckon me to believe the bullshit.

The material fulfillment I continually seek pales in comparison to the truth I already know and the promise I want to keep.

And a figurative birthday hangover gives me the spanking I so deserve today.

It is the reminder of the spiritual gift given to me on my birthday from the Holy Spirit to edify the broken believers and lift up the constant searchers.

Preaching and teaching the everlasting wonderful glory of our Risen King, the loving Word of God which is my crusty bread, silky wine and full contentment in the desirous world has always been my unbending need.

To forth tell the wonders of His Majesty in my life amongst the bouts of titillating tequila, rocky relationships, and bratty birthday behavior.

I am wrong a lot. Oh, but he is so right. All the time.

This is my story, this is my song.

O for a thousand tongues to sing

My great Redeemer’s praise,
The glories of my God and King,
The triumphs of His grace!

My gracious Master and my God

Assist me to proclaim,
To spread through all the earth abroad
The honors of Thy name.

Jesus! the name that charms our fears,

That bids our sorrows cease

Tis music in the sinner’s ears,
Tis life, and health, and peace.

He breaks the power of canceled sin,
He sets the prisoner free
His blood can make the foulest clean,
His blood availed for me.

TO SPREAD THROUGHOUT THE WORLD ABROAD, THE HONORS OF HIS NAME!!!

Thank you Charles Wesley

Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Worthy is the Lamb that was slain.

Amen.

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Birthday Thoughts

As I lied in bed this morning, this is what consumed my ever wondering brain.

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Masterpiece

“For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways,” declares the LORD. As the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways and my thoughts than your thoughts.” Isaiah 55:8-9

The Artist's Life says to wake up and unconsciously and fluidly write out three pages of thoughts, feeling, angst, and desires without ceasing. These pages are to awaken a greater sense of creativity. They are about anything and everything that crosses my mind in the duration of the exercise and are for my eyes only.

An excerpt:

Today is the first day I will not wear my second hand Maui Jim's to darken my overloaded or dulled senses on my morning commute. The sunglasses that let me drift in and out of consciousness without worrying who is burning holes into the outside of my still delicate eyelids. I won't be weighed down with my character's clothes thrown over my right forearm or feel trepidation of the wardrobe woman's disapproving look. This morning, I will stay idle and listen to the rumbling of full kegs make their pilgrimage to the bowels of the pub for impending consumption. Yes, this day I will drink my coffee slow and resist the urge to body check the poor soul who chose to walk on the wrong side of the sidewalk while I follow the preschool rules of right hand on the rail. Deliberately and with full intention, I will slowly drop ice cubes onto my orchids roots and think this spring, you will bloom. The inclination to make excuses for my sighing is replaced with permission to breathe out fully. Blow it out. And then breathe in. And thanks to Bloomberg, breathe in without the inhalation of cigarette smoke, just exhaust and soot. Soot that gathers on my windowsill and reminds me of the intoxicating air New York City is surrounded with. Air that makes you run amok with the other bulls on auto pilot programmed for success or affirmation or something greater. Air so fulfilling it makes you hungrier. And makes you want to sleep the slumber of the dead.

End Page One.

My last thought was that I should write about others and then I read this relieving reminder.

If writers stopped writing about what happened to them, then there would be a lot of empty pages. ~ Elaine Liner

Why do you keep your thoughts hidden inside?

Wrong Ruling For Church

"Be devoted to one another in love. Honor one another above yourselves." Romans 12:10

He commands it...>>

Hump Day

"May the favor of the Lord our God rest on us; establish the work of our hands for us. yes, establish the work of our hands." Psalm 90:17

And bring abundance. ($)

*Good Wife-Day 9