Readings are from Proverbs. Broken into intense thematic selections. Tough God talk. On pride and looking for faithfulness – where to find? Pulling myself back into early-rising after my little-long party session.

Obsessive attention needs to return. Obsessive in being attentive. Binding and writing.

God's given us what we need to defeat enemy lines, (the enemy lies). But who, we listening to? Who, has the words of liberty and life? Wavelengths – more than this – plugging me in-to what? Whom?

And who interrupts? ...is like seed along the path, where the word is sown. As soon as they hear it, Satan comes and takes away the word that was sown in them.

The remedy is obsessive. Only word for it. Ain't cool, collected – measured for leisure. War in some parts of this globe, brings this realisation about. In the 'middle of' and no-escaping. Needing help and sustenance with living-on living, in the balance.

But I'm not there, this-morn, to write? Not prayed-up at all. Need fresh deposits. And War is waging unseen.

Met many people this past week. Back now, in a cave. Luxury cell. This suits, God and me. More better said; my being on and in God. Give myself away. To whom and what?

Nothing to write (?) Eking out a message, be this:

As soon as... any connections to God are made. A word sown.

Tell someone “Jesus loves” them. Convey. Confirming and affirming, As soon as, a conduit to receive from God is made? The birds of the air... And it's gone. Stolen by unseen hands that hook inside (us) and whip the seeds away. Out and gone. The memory might be there, even the very words themselves, but no engagement. No conviction to contain, or contend for.

'Takes away'. Kept down. Socially defeated. According to Jesus. Not a metaphor (that's the birds, fields etc). The literal, and clinical claim: When we hear Bible-words we are immediately assailed and the fight to deliver us from the life in them, goes the way of these hiding-behind thieves. Unless... we're readying our soil.This right there and ready. Sooner than soon as...

Words unite, words divide. Messages that are Word; can if remain in us, germinate, sprout and grow – a harvest. Not for self-actualisation or universe-enlightenment, although this maybe a bi-product and God given and good. But for eye opening revelation of God. For undoing the devices against humanity.

The Bible doesn't push. Evangelical Christians can see themselves and become, not only guardians, but presumed 'owners' of what is written. The Bible should be understood more than less, with certain evangelical perspectives – BUT… the need for someone/others, to gain a certain doctrinal adherence, before receiving from God, isn't Jesus' way.

Our ('me' in with 'claiming to be' owners/and out) way in God, is to sow and see seeds make it through. In other-words receiving these seeds without accompanying qualification? If someone believes any which what, receives the seed, somehow… (this the battle) – somehow, 'we' can overcome. Understand. Receive. Become...

Through to being more Jesus-like for others.

So there we have it. 95% not into Jesus, so much/at all/vaguely -or- more-like one percent into God with any zeal and… wisdom. If this. What happens – on a good day – we hear the word. A verse or passage, with something about it, that sparks words up. Into softening more. Something else.

As SOON as we believe… And believe. Which can mean, pre-contemplate, openly consider, act on the back of etc. As soon as the first moments of initial reception.

We're robbed. UNLESS we… because some people are like seed along the path, where the word is sown.

Today’s section of readings, compiles some of the wisdom sayings (Proverbs). One batch is 'pride this/pride that'. Ain't it crazy? We're too proud to beg. Too proud to need God. To accept, we cannot hear, because a false construct of who God is(n't). This precluding listening so much. If at all.

We can be seed along the path -or- good soil?

Go where you like for daily bread but if you come here, pleased to serve… to sow.

Watch it though, you're reading this… what happens next?

God I'm empty and hungry. When I hear your word, may I be good soil, not a path. Not hard and all about being walked on by others. Not easily exposed to the forces who steal. Steal you, from me. May I flood myself with seeds. Soak in. Stand on. Sit with. You say you sow and I following you, to do the same. Sowing my own field for trees that could protect others until, and as, we feed and grow in you. Put your word in me today and may I shout or somehow, sow-out this out. To sow, sow and sow some more. Amen.