Thunder or I call: And He answereth me (Youngs). That's that.

These posts are to hereby shorten. Supposed to be praying. Not pontificating from an imaginary pulpit. Church talks, more often than not, are painful-endurance. I can't be that because, because. But even in my own reading. The one, last-edit-time, post-posting. A lotta self-kicks. For what?

First principles. Prophecy faith. For my praying and, if I write less/little, probably spending more time speaking with God. Image for stares. Want the reading to come 'alive'.

Recording impressions.

Love people, says God, but what about the struggle to care for those who couldn't give a..?

And God clear, let the takers, take. What's love here? When the early church loved, they lived together. Mostly. Somehow. They loved 'others' but this expressed – differently.

Seeing ever-more breakdown. Can't speak for Syria or… But in the UK? Disconnection is compulsive. How the internet turbo'd this. Civility, a famine. Throughout a few decades the process, from Humanism to Nihilism.

'Selah', (perhaps I should use this again to indicate STOP/PRAY. Maybe I should write the whole daily, as – a prayer? A request. Clear as). The graf'd-verses, some kind of like-magical realism. Imprinting deep. Replaying inside. (Like the particular 'Bach, St Matt', singing within me).

Selah: Pause, pray. 'Lift up (your benediction)'. Close for a mo and speak in tongues/lots. Do something with. Amen.

Back to '...to Nihilism'. Tinkering on beliefs there's a global economic collapse weeks away. Here and there/for years. And this not occurring. Makes you cautious to cry-out this 'news'. Like storms, there be clouds, but will they break or pass over?

Weeks turning to days and… “here it is”. Back firmly ratcheting up on a 'here'.

Best comes though. The hold-off could be past the boldest con-yet, looking as though US political elections.This might drive it. Perhaps cannot be Globalist stopped?

This Summer? City street-fighting riots or maybe the full-spectrum? I haven't heard God before, only the 'all-signs' from the awoke-news. Can I keep this sufficiently back of mind and hear confirmation or not? Why matter? I'm as readied as.

'Best come though'. This I do hear. For so long thought, we'd see more wake-up first. This grace and mercy. But redemptive judgement would say precipitate. We've had eight years to repent. Taken me… eight years, to, repent. We-wider, ain't up for the truth and how the world is being worked, by whom and what for. Christians my real grief.

God our shield and thunder?

Think I'm best – ain't always and would that I – SAY IT, and leave the flowers. Doing decoration.

Let's new-plan and do some prayers/sometimes but more a 'confession'.

One proviso comment. The 'suffering church' is the best witness for God. They really-believe and yet sometimes, many times, the outcome isn't protection but physical persecution. How come? My thought is we rightly read reports 'for prayer'. Not as readily, accounts of miracles shielding from suffering. These kept back from disclosure. (Understandably sensible). So in the confession… we believe we will see. And really. And no 'if buts'.

Have we been told so, on top of this? God gifting the indications; God means to be, a thorough shield?

God can. Should and... will. If we believe, in repetitive confession.Will confirm.

By the way. In these home-parts. I says. Best witness we have, are 'food-banks'and surrounding social action. This I prophecy, is what the church will excel in becoming, more... Soon. Shelters and safe spaces. And community, foisted upon us. Unintentional, intentional.

God you call me to be unbreakABLE. Scale the danger zones. Send me out, in prayer and physically. Outreaching. May the signs of deliverance and healing follow.

I confess your word, that you ARE, my shield. Grounded and lifted. Get me shouting. Literal loud. And all I need, is your thunder. The word of thunder. Visions and signs. One word from you… And… is all I need. Your answers are my – all I need. Amen.