If I could spend what time I have -- past/outside of two little work-numbers I have -- off the net/off walking by the river/off self-self-self/off 'oh my body, it is making me...'

If?

Instead fire-up a graphic verse, or intro to one, as we have here:

If My people, who are called by My name, shall humble themselves, pray, seek, crave, and require of necessity My face and turn from their wicked ways, then will I hear from heaven, forgive their sin, and heal their land.

(Not sure if this posting lark is one grand self-adulating, vain dreaming and deception about 'good works' nut job. Frankly, if it helps me commune and Bible-open communicate to, and maybe with, God. Like... do I care? What someone else, thinks? Nah and could probably guess. Plus hardly Hemingway.

The silence on the net is its one downfall. Understand the hey-days and all hooking-up and cross-promote are gone. And now its not me in the corner, not me, craving someone's spotlight. Few give few much. The internet is the most isolating and estranging of tools. Therefore, benefits me in being just public-enough which potentially meets certain prophetic criteria. I could go into a market square and holla? This be likewise. Instead these fonts and shapes remain 'out there' if/until, the censors' teeth are allowed chew up and spit out.

Think it's a lonely reaching out. This too. In a cell with a sim and moby. What do we do? Crave a platform, a connection. Once would walk the heart of Mystery Babylon, aka circles around City Court to St.Paul's. That worked. Somehow in being there, sometimes camping out in Anglican Church buildings, 'felt' mattered and present, on duty. Still struggling to gab and with readings but knew right. Perhaps this barely-read blog an equivalent. Talking to, typing to, myself -- but somehow, out. When the need to feel significance or meaning is an illusion. I/we have holy instructions. Healing in our land or sickness will grow and grow?

Place to get to, is you want more hours to go, not less, before wrapping-up.)

IF me do. If... in the fragility and troublesome task required. The calling. If this...

Verses coming alive. These posts might help: Me, and my if.