The Hour
Bemoaning church gets me nowhere. Like, I’m influencing someone. Some-presume, low down upper for life. As if... As if... got to some place to say? When increasingly, had it with the barrage of tell-tell-tell, that in self-gratifying teacher mode, the internet spews forth. Mr Know It All, as the song goes.
Is this? What?
I believe know, will tell again, this morn. Not...
– as though, this teaching on a pulpit, you with a hymn book on your lap, hopes come to an alter and collapse in a repentant heap. Desire this for myself mind: That I’d read as I write and get conviction. Get something. Not, me-likes this poetic cadence. Ohh ohhh ohhhh. Some bullshit pride and ain’t that picture pwitty. Clever sounding dick talk.
It’s not about art and style. Not for kicks on a stage. There is though, intended, purpose.
Bemoaning – ‘express discontent or sorrow over (something)’ – into the silence. I’m at it, can tell. Trying to type something not delete-able, the low hanging grab. And got some grumpy bitch on.
Decided on principle to best when-can, hide away. In hope for space to commune. Done, with much else. Not my thang /any more. Crowd sourcing. Building attention. Interesting times in Trutherville.
Meeting peep.
‘The hour is getting late.’
Not that sure where, or how these writes, are a go-getter beyond being for me. Audience light – note, how I just had to remind myself eh… – and with no plans or desire for expansion. Promotion. E.g. link from loadsa comments, an email to another producer, a card handed to a stranger or chat-a-bout. This isn’t about another. This is me... trying to get the word, IN Me. This about the size/…
Slip-slap a graph up and instant reacting meds and expose mission.
‘Let us not talk falsly now.’
It's about the reading of the word. Seeing the word.
IF my word abides... a four word sum up.
One teachy thought:
Why God needs to be the one in love who becomes the source and enabler for deliverance, is about the praise of his glorious grace. Somehow, there’s a unknown (to us) 'pleasures' (the nearest our-word) among the God-head that are received through our interaction and salvation.
We are saved, being saved and will be saved. The three holy tenses.
And God, in the communion in One of Three. Community exhibiting love among.
The need is not God gets into some heroic head but, there's a big either/or.
God can, or we can?
The choice is not forced by God on a wind-up. Yet, "not my way... is more, no way". The only bridge in this half-measure, is grace. But God wants, in grace, for us to have power. His in us and too rarely seen. Obviously so. Especially these days.
No hold back God-side but has given us, one separate and other Spirit that's God. For here/now action. And looking about the sleepy church... Where be the Holy Spirit distinctly operating in undeniable power?
Any internet view-able examples? Anyone, anywhere, much at it?
Please, if reading this and would suggest, please tell. Write me.
It is about faith and confession of the word that... well, makes a way.
And infamously, this is a shiny scene and on about shiny cars and rivers of causalities who gone AWOL, from said; 'Faith Teaching'. Tagged WOF. Word of Faith. A 'movement' no less. Not 'round me ends it's not. Nor anywhere much. Big bubble-church-services in dopey-looking hangers. Some I listen in on. BUT, this and them, is truly no time for self-congrats. Plus them be more, asleep while lions roar, chasing mice.
Concluding/for me/this:
Law was a teacher to bring them/us... to Christ. To bring us to, have us accept and receive. Not earn or have pushed upon. We were... and are, Still Powerless. YET...
For Us To Have Power. (My head lowers knowing ALL this I'm missing due to sheer dozy, lazy ways).
If I could, to myself/let alone Y O U (oh multitudes in this virtual stadium) do something, it would be to speak the word, or type, or graph-up.
Words from the Bible: Received.
So the purpose; To Hear the very verses. Anew. Alive. And in the power of.
This is mostly what all preaching is about. Not some 'message' but the word anointed.
Heard.