Call Up
Woe to me if I don't... Paul exclaimed.
The good news is God. This all. God alone. Here/now, causing me/a, constant and grateful shock. What else and other things are boring. This what. Puts a love-for in us and this dulls the rest. Much about why, 'woe to me'.
Plus Paul was expressing compassion. . . .
Dwindling
There's a dwindling crowd of 'prophets' in the US/UK, dismissed by all but close supporters. Futurist theology and over-familiarity with God are their foundation errors. They mean well (I presume) but never have anything resembling a word from God. An avalanche of "good times coming" littered with latest . . .
Rich Poor
(The following, jus-writ. M'pride, wants not-post. As the Bethel gal goes, "bye bye pride". If only. This easy. With a wave. How though? Want to break up the ground. Practice prideless. With God and my interacting and people, at every opp.)
Blessed are the poor -- the ground for humility. Mean poor, in somehow . . .
On God
For once, written something and to refrain from posting. Moving toward coming off the net, must keep these notes lean. Low or no need to -- don't.
WHY type and graph up? To self and surrounding unseen. Thereby, save the commentary. Attempt prophetic. Keep time taken down to a min.
Long for presence-ing is the . . .
Off And On
Turn off and turn on. Or tune...
No care to persuade an imaginary sceptic. Tapping unto the unseen/the other. Prelude to pray and B.-all else mattering.
Reading Christ and the mission. Look at those of interest in church history. Stare at the elite' propagating the anti-Christ. Building Babel in our midst. . . .
Solitary Realignment
PaS began, two years ago today, went: 'A desperate but not unusual start is recounting once awake in those first moments; The 'Disciples' (better title than ‘Lord’s’) Prayer. Holding on, in a poor man’s frenzy, maybe eventually moving to other promises. Again and again the again, saying inside the same words. Locked in, . . .
Beware Of The Cares
Wrote a TS that don't believe; to tell of the tyranny. Like evangelism, question the value. Broken works. 'Something is happening, and you don't know what it is, do you... Mr. Jones' levels of one to one infiltration.
The public square, a manipulated circus. Psyop run by Bankster gangs (in . . .