Off the news/headlines is working well. All but six sites and new radical carry-about and the Bible. Title -- 'Soul Yearns, Even Faints' -- glanced from the top of the page. Flipping about -- feed like a squirrel, sow like a hopper. 'Soul' is? 'Faints' - what? And proclaim out and charge-up.

Wigglesworth; 'I don't often spend more than half an hour in prayer - but I never go more than half an hour without praying.' Interesting. Think the longer is for me -- when can -- in not distracting off.

"Until" -- big word.

What must do, is stop carrying the Book everywhere/as do -- and not opening more. And more. And...

On and off this post. God willin' fill during the day. 'While men sleep' eh? How to make encouragement, not nag? Bold as love. Be God.

Way-less time taken on this, best.

'While men sleep' is of no relevance. My sleep, all that matters. Like most all out-there looking. To stir me up to better though:

Church wrapped-up in an 'either', or an 'or'. Asleep about the criminals rampaging. Their history and motives -or- not-open with stumbling theology.

Ne'er the twain... awake and open.

But while his men were asleep his enemy came and sowed weeds among the wheat, and went away. When the crop came up and ripened, the weeds appeared as well.

We/me, must stop all defining failure and gripe about/others. How life looks ripe but got rot among. Is what it is. Sin/us and demons/them, sowing weeds.

The absence of sowing prayer. Watching people -- not/at it. Gives the enemy room. While men; chatted theology, or Mark tappin' his blog, or pretend what'll be/be... and eyes-shut to secret soc./s and banksters on their way to our mass demise, or...

We can stop much/more of the enemy ways than is currently sweeping about. What the Bible couldn't-be, clearer about. Yet, only making sense having a theology and discerning tradition, that gets this. And few do, especially the current generation.

Jesus making a priority of this, leading the way. If you ask...

And yet speaks of the already bound to and will destroy. Till the harvest.... And a final will-separate.

In the meantime... all the other talk is of deliverance and captive freeing. Hows this work?

Anyways -- nout time to type. 2b continued/revised.

Back. Had an organic cider. Weekend let up. You there. Did an aangirfan comment. And yet, no-one-here/there. Tawkin to God. Dat all. 'Appy are those...