.... and of the art of persuasion

What would be the motive for persuasion? Can one really change the minds of others? If I look at myself I must admit that it is extremely difficult for me to change my mind. Even if I do acknowledge that someone has a good point I still approach it with great caution and even defensiveness (and I am one who loves new ideas and fresh perspectives). Even so, I wholeheartedly align to new ideas and the challenge towards growth that these new ideas offer yet my inner core values seem to be often at war with my cognitive choices. This is not entirely a bad thing as we do need to be discerning and not simply accept everything that comes our way. However, what does this say about our ability to be persuaded? What does it say about our ability to persuade others and induce them to make a change or shift in their own lives? Can we do this? Do we have the right to do this?

Some very fascinating angles from biblical texts add more of a twist to all of this. A psalm written in the turbulence of inner suffering and need, even despair and depression says, “Deep calls to deep in the roar of your waterfalls.” Water often speaks of teaching in biblical symbolism. This suggests that even in the roar of much cascading teaching and persuasion it is the depth in and of the turbulence at the bottom of the waterfall wherein the call is found and settled, not in the rush of many droplets, but in the core body at the base of the waterfall. The issues of life seem to be deep and not cerebrally superficial. They seem to be core values that are deeply inlaid inside of us. Ancient paths laid long ago. Head knowledge is of great value, but core knowledge still seems to hold all the aces.

Another vexing passage speaks out that no one can come to Christ unless the father who sent him draws him. A quote from the prophets adds to this by saying, “They will all be taught by God.” Jesus continues to say that only those who hear from God the father can or will come to him (Christ). To my mind this injects a challenge to the persuasiveness of man that we so passionately engage in. Surely being taught by God is a very different thing to being taught by man?

Even if we could persuade another does this mean that they are able to change and be accepted by God? According to the texts above we have to ask if persuasion is synonymous with deep calling to deep. What if the person we persuade is not called of God? How will we or they know? What if they or we believe that they are called, does this make them called? Is it not God alone who decides this?

In all our efforts to persuade others by proclamation are we not possibly treading on the path of ground we know not of? Are we not trespassing on land that might not at all be ours to walk on?

the stench just got worse for me, how’s it smell to you?

I heard the other day that if we could put every person alive on planet earth together in one physical place, allocating a square meter to each individual we would all be able to fit into the state of Texas, USA. Now that might not be 100% accurate and confirmed as yet but it sure birthed a shocking realisation in my mind almost immediately. I suddenly thought of how much space was left over in the world. I then started thinking about how we are told that we are running out of natural resources – plants, food, water, fertile land, oxygen minerals, etc. etc. I also heard that if we pooled all the money and divided it all up equally amongst every living person on earth each would be a multi-millionaire in US dollars. …. Maybe I’m not all that smart, but this all seems a little crazy to me. It smells funny doesn’t it?

Alongside all of this there is mounting pressure on us to be eco-friendly and to conserve and spare our resources like water and also to not waste stuff like food and mineral resources etc. Now this sounds good, reasonable and wise even, responsible.

However, a very few individuals have got a monopoly on water and food and the control of resources and production. Alongside this our governments tax everything…. we even pay them to breathe the air which they never owned and to live on the land that they never created. At the same time industry consumes vast quantities of natural resources to make a lot of mostly unnecessary things to sell to us at mostly exorbitant profit yet we (labeled “consumers”) are under ever increasing pressure to cut back on excesses seemingly so that they can continue to make more stuff to sell back to us. ? ….  the stench just got worse for me, how’s it smell to you?

social appropriateness

what is social appropriateness? i am reminded fairly often that i'm not really all that socially appropriate, but who decides this? i even remind myself. now where does that come from? i've heard that some things are best not said. in fact i don't even need to hear it, rolling eyes, glares from across the room, rejection, distance, all these speak faster than the words of this social value. there is a saying that goes, "don't cast your pearl before swine" which is wise i think. but has honesty become one of these pearls we cannot cast? it's not safe to be honest anymore. i think we are far too socially appropriate for our own health. the ground swell of socially appropriate pop culture doesn't really show an interest in honesty. we'd rather keep it superficial. "too much information" is even too much information so it's become tmi. i wonder how strong our release valves really are? it makes me think of tectonic plates. it seems socially appropriate to live in hip places like california, maybe we all live in california in our minds? to live on a fault line and pretend that it’s not dangerous is what I would call socially inappropriate

a lament for the blade

how do we know when the edge goes? when does the cut become a bludgeon? the blood may flow, but only beneath the skin. a bruise, a dull bump, a crushing blow. a lament for the blade. how will the point remain? so far we’ve come, but is it? dragging right, a slip to the side as we drop on down, hoping for ascendancy. just hoping. all dressed up to go nowhere
shallow depths of hollowness fill the cluttered void as we reach out between the desire for rest and the scatterings from haunting past failures. failures that lure as the whore struts her stuff. whether repulsed or otherwise we look, we dwell, voyeurism the mall of the conscious numbed into unconscious. we struggle to break free. a gradual flow of shifting sand. a shudder, a jolt. the dirge begins, hackneyed rhetoric comforting only the grotesquely comforted while the front rank dies. innocence lost
what is the footprint of this generation? fully grown but immature. children of children. babes of the unborn sitting in the marketplaces and calling out to all, themselves, others. ‘we played the flute yet you did, you did not dance; we sang, sang the dirge of hope and you did, did not mourn.’ one comes in abstinence, but the verdict is diabolical. the seed of man comes in celebration, the words of the witnesses shout out, ‘unacceptable! … a glutton and a drunkard, a cadre and friend of the untouchables!’ … but wisdom is judged right by her fruits

decision making and the will of man

Of late I have been foraging for input around our freedom. I am still turning every stone I come across but up till now I seem to have only come up with some unexpectedly strange stuff lurking in the dark, shady cracks. Freedom of speech, freedom of choice and other related issues like self-determination, independence, autonomy and others are such key issues to many in these times we live. Wars have been fought over such and much blood has been spilled. Maybe I’m searching under the wrong rocks but I seem to be starting to think that perhaps we have not really been seeing the whole picture at all. It has surprised me as I have become aware of just how much emphasis I have placed on the ability, even the right and responsibility to make correct decisions. We live in a very cerebral age where control and accuracy is so important to us. Perhaps as a resistance to the impersonal, dehumanising age of the industrial revolution we have reacted and have somehow missed the plot? Do we really have the ability to think independently? Are we actually as autonomous as we would like to believe? Do we make our own decisions? Can we decide for ourselves? What do you think? or perhaps more to the point, what does your mother think? ·  ·  http://www.ted.com/talks/lang/eng/sheena_iyengar_on_the_art_of_choosing.html

relating

It amazes me how we tend to allow our relationships to define our truth.
This should be a good thing, but tends to unleash lots of trouble. Perhaps the reason we allow our relationships to define our truth is because of an inherent insecurity that fuels a fire to belong and resonate with people who we believe "agree" with us (or so we hope?). This seems to be often at the expense of good reason and sound perspective. Once we experience what we believe to be a resonant relational orbit it seems to so enamour us that we quickly start redefining our values in order to sustain this alliance. This is very seldom a premeditated conscious action but nevertheless, a very real and present potential danger. Perhaps that it is mostly unconscious is what makes it so perilous. Much like the proverbial "moth circling the flame" metaphor.
The seeds of deception?
Is it because we so desire to belong, to resonate with significant others and have a mutual witness to our lives that we fall prey to this so easily? The harmony of another in resonant orbit with us is such a desirous thing.
Perhaps we so want to believe that we somehow close our eyes to what is in the shadow of our infatuation with what we hope could be. It is usually only when the relationship is really tested and found wanting that we are first able to painfully re-enter a (hopefully) more reasonable perspective on the truth as we see it.
Could this be why the feelings of perceived “betrayal” are so devastating when relationships hit the rocks in some way?
Relationship and truth - strange bedfellows indeed.
If we were more circumspect about our relational contexts might we avoid these pitfalls and forge better, longer lasting relationships?
Truth refines relationships but relationships cannot be allowed to exclusively define truth.

the end and the beginning

in the beginning it was you
you told it what to do
you started, you began
you made the first move

you spoke out into nothing
the nothing spoke back
you hovered, you divided
light divided the black

a being, a word, a god, a man
a breath, some dust, and life began
life in the middle, light on all sides
everything to show, nowhere to hide

you breathed, it obeyed
it shifted, it lifted
the deep kicked back
it shuddered, it moved

you are below and beyond
you’re beneath, you’re above
you are the one
enthroned in love

the words

the words of the spirit are alive and active, ever advancing in all directions, incisive, divisive, binding, separating, discerning, exposing, energizing …….. not rolling off the recitational treadmill of human tongues driven by passionless religion ....... not locked up in industrial printers ink or fenced in by numerical grid references and impaled indelibly on strips of mashed up, dried out dead trees

ion quest

The intimacy of Your detail
Is painted with bold sweeping strokes
The broadness of Your truth
With the fine point of the pen

The flow of your thoughts
Cascade in a trickle
The object of your attention
blends into focus
When will we ever get to truly know?

what fool

what fool would tear down

and humble what god has exalted?

what fool would exalt what god has torn down?

what idiot would brazenly grasp at crumbs?

the scatterings from beneath the table of the poor,

whilst there is a banquet spread

elaborately, generously and purposely prepared for those called to partake.

not by human stature

but by wisdom, grace and truth

lest any should gloat . . . .

lest any should bloat . . . .

oh lord, i can only humble myself

i am but a man

and always shall be.

but in the hand of god

may i prove faithful.

may i prove silent in my speech

and bold in my silence,

productive in my rest

and empty in my own efforts

standing under love

I had a discussion the other day with some friends and the interpretation of “love” came up in the conversation.
Perhaps we have been clouded in our understanding of what love is. Perhaps we have been bombarded with Hollywood’s portrayal (or should we say betrayal) of love. What if we saw love as simply being the resonance with things? What if love really means harmony? The love of or for someone else would then be seen as the way we harmonise or flow with them. The way we accommodate them into our world, making space for them and flowing together?
When we feel a connection with someone whether it is romantic or not we tend to want to make space for the person, for the relationship, for what resonates between us. We make space to flow with them.
Maybe this is real love?
To extend this to greater things like the universe, peace, life, and death, even God, perhaps we can say resonance with life is love for life. Maybe love for God is the way we are able to resonate with the finely tuned creation around us. People, the earth, animate and inanimate things, all these are the manifestation of a creative act and are all good and in harmony (at least that is what is recorded as God’s declaration of the creative act in the Genesis account). Perhaps it’s when this is contradicted that the trouble begins? What if the judgment of God were not an act of personal attack on the created order or on individuals but a direct consequence of the created order being violated? Could it be that when we violate this perfect order we personally reap the consequences of our actions?
It also says that God cannot be mocked and that we will reap what we sow. Selfish, self-centred actions are contrary to harmony and resonance. Could the distortion of our environment as a result of intentional or unintentional deviance from this God created order be the tangible judgment of God?
Perhaps the dissonance we feel is linked directly to the domain we occupy? We can either occupy our space legitimately or illegitimately. If we are to live in harmony with ourselves, others and our environment we are in need of being respectful of the space we occupy. If this is violated we are automatically in disequilibrium. And we clash with ourselves, others and our environment. One could possibly even say that we become a cancer in that space.

Maybe love is being ecologically aware and respectful?
“ecology” in the dictionary is defined as 1. a. The science of the relationships between organisms and their environments. Also called bionomics.
b. The relationship between organisms and their environment.
2. The branch of sociology that is concerned with studying the relationships between human groups and their physical and social environments. Also called human ecology.
3. The study of the detrimental effects of modern civilization on the environment, with a view toward prevention or reversal through conservation. Also called human ecology.
The origins of the word are given as: [German Ökologie : Greek oikos, house;  German -logie, study (from Greek -logi, -logy).]

Could this suggest reference to the “house” of God? His dwelling place, his order?

If God has set in place a divinely ordered creational expression our highest response would be to understand (stand under) this reality and resonate with the purposes of God. If we deviate from this we ‘miss the mark’ (sin)

Maybe love is not a feeling but an understanding?

In his mind he had been there – he was sure he had, but he hadn’t

The travel agent never really left his office. He devoted himself to the study of all the possible destinations available. He was a busy man. He spend virtually all his time going through glossy books filled with glossy pictures of wonderful, glossy places. He constantly read through reams and reams of detailed information. He devoured the details published in text about every conceivable angle on all of the most amazing trips. He read through the many different ways one could get to these destinations. He became an expert in all aspects of the travel experience, the best available routes, all the possible connecting points, even the costs structures of each journey with all the necessary travel documents needed to cross each and every border. He had indexed all the significant places of interest. It was a huge and time consuming exercise. Many who had traveled before had taken pictures of their journeys. Many of these records were in glowing colour, some even in hi-tech 3-D, many had even taken detailed video footage sometimes even with recorded commentary included as they journaled their delightful experiences. He had even developed a photographic memory of the photographs he had studied.
He loved his job and it captured his passion. His mind was filled with details of so many possibilities. He so wanted to encourage as many as possible to go. In his mind he had been there himself – he was sure he had been there himself, but he hadn’t. …… isn’t he a bit like you and me?

disillusioned

most of us have experienced disillusionment. Even if we can’t recall the experience we often hear of someone who says they are disillusioned. Disillusionment can cause devastation. Many who express disillusionment have felt let down by people through some sort of experience. A cheating partner, lover, or a liar can be extremely difficult to get over once the deviance and betrayal is exposed. After the initial shock disillusionment sets in, often leaving the victim almost in a state of total collapse. I have heard of people who claim to be disillusioned by God or the church, or by some institution like marriage, a political party or a social club. Some express disillusionment with men or women. I have even heard of people who claim to be disillusioned with life. These people often feel severely let down and usually they express great pain and discomfort, even torment in their situation.
I love words and the meanings they convey. My mind naturally gravitates to the possible applications of words. I love to know the origins of a word or saying so the concept of disillusionment jumped out at me and I decided to check it out just for fun. I was amazed at what was obvious in the meaning of the word. It changed a lot of things in my mind.
I logged on to http://www.thefreedictionary.com/ and typed in “disillusioned”. This is what I got straight off the bat: [To free or deprive of illusion. n. 1. The act of disenchanting. 2. The condition or fact of being disenchanted. adj. having lost one's ideals, illusions, or false ideas about someone or something; disenchanted]
Isn’t that fascinating?
Now to my mind to be enchanted means to be under some sort of spell. In other words to be bewitched. I dug a little bit deeper and found out that the origins of the word comes from Latin meaning: action of mocking, from ‘illudere’ or ‘incantare’- to mock at. All this suggests the action of deceiving, the state or fact of being intellectually deceived or misled, even made a fool of.
To be under an illusion means that one is under the perception of something objectively existing in such a way as to cause misinterpretation of its actual nature.
So, what pain do we feel when we are disillusioned. The pain of perceived betrayal is very real and hard to bare. But maybe it doesn’t stop there? Could it be that the trauma we experience is the pain we feel being pressed into releasing our own make-believe world? An imaginary world we seem now to have lost as a result of the perceived betrayal? Could it be possible that the pain we experience be that of our being exposed not so much by the ‘perpetrator’ but by our own folly? Perhaps that might be just a little harsh, but it is worthy of serious evaluation.
In short, when we begin to understand the real meaning of the word, disillusionment is, amidst the huge discomfort, a good state to be in. Disillusionment is at least potentially, the start of a process of having the illusions in our lives weeded out and destroyed.
Perhaps we should rejoice when we are disillusioned as it could very well be the beginning of clarity of mind for us pertaining to our thinking and/or our environment.

hippy marrow returns

Hippy marrow returns

A nephew of mine recently celebrated his birthday. As is the usual custom on facebook friends and family sent congratulations and many exchanges flowed. Now my mind has its own little expanding universe and in keeping with it’s own intra-galactic orbits, black holes, births and deaths of stars, and other mostly inexplicable phenomena it naturally spat out a spontaneous and as usual, a somewhat spooneristic play on words and images that resulted in a birthday message to him that went something like this:

hippy marrow returns!!
instead of just tying another yellow ribbon round the old oak tree
you've managed to lay another ring around the trunk of life
no more barking up the wrong tree now : )
happy birthday dude!!
Lloyd

And then, just as I had pressed the send button my intra galaxy went into its usual wham-bam, bigbang walkabout for an eternal micro second and the birthday wish suddenly exploded outwards in all directions and the simple salutation turned into a wonderful thought process which had me tearing away at high speed like a little human Hubble Telescope. It suddenly dawned on me as I sped past multitudes of other intra-constellations that in these days of global political, social, ecological and economic meltdown we seem to be coming to a very sticky end. Sort of much like tearing down a highway at full speed and suddenly realising that the sign we just zipped by looked ominously like a cul-de-sac warning and not an Autobahn go-as-fast-as-you-can encouragement.
I was born in 1960 so I can legitimately call myself a child of the 60’s but I did not see or experience the hippy movement first-hand. I was too young and also, I was born in South Africa which at the time was having its own little revolution which in hindsight can clearly be seen and renamed as the “Dippy” movement. But I digress a little. From what I have picked up about that wonderful hippy time is that a few dissonant individuals became a groundswell of some magnitude that challenged the status quo and made a global impact. In some ways a Pandora’s box was opened but in many other ways a new way of thinking about things was unleashed and things changed dramatically. Many of the participants in this movement went on to be key players in many strategic fields of life. Great breakthroughs and creative inventions were made, and many are still with us in some form or another today. The pros and cons are for another discussion but perhaps one of the things we can learn from is that a similar situation exists now that was the soil for the hippy movement back then. A system was seen to be failing hopelessly and a few people felt moved to attempt to do something about it. Against all odds action was taken and at the risk of life and limb something started and a revolution resulted. There was a marrow in the bones of many of those hippy’s. Maybe that’s just what we need right now? Where are those with steel in their hearts and purpose in their minds? Where are those prophetic little voices who will spark into flame the beginnings of a solution that evades us all at this point. Stupidity is doing the same thing and expecting different results. It’s got to be fresh and inspired. It’s got to be radical and dangerous. Instead of a feel-good tree with 100 comforting yellow ribbons wrapped around its swelling trunk perhaps the bark needs to be loud and snapping at the heels of corruptive mediocrity and stagnant political wishful thinking.
Wouldn’t it be wonderful to read a bold news headline across the face of global media that reads, “HIPPY MARROW RETURNS!!”

sojourn

I seek not the textual passages but that the curtain be opened, perhaps even torn back, and the authors imagination and character be revealed. The eternally deep tapestry of life giving, breath taking wonder. I cannot help but try to convey my discovery not by referencing the page and paragraph details, but by the rapturous overflow of the impact I have personally received. I engage with other sojourners, not by direct grid-referenced quotation, but by how my own heart burned as I discovered new horizons. I discipline myself to speak not of what these new frontiers should mean to others, but what they mean to me and I pray that before I even open my mouth the impact of the author through the depth of his heart will be clearly evident in my life.

…. and, speaking of words …. and the textualization thereof …

…. and, speaking of words …. and the textualization thereof … one of the thoughts which has intrigued me much is the way that Jesus himself lived in relationship with the culture, theology and religious order of the day. Then as now, his life and teaching were filled with controversy. Jesus made some extremely bold claims and possibly at the top of this pile is the claim he made to be the awaited Messiah. If one believes these claims to be true it could possibly be argued that if anyone had the 'right' to get dictatorial, even anal about 'truth' and anything pertaining to 'absolutes' it was Jesus. If anyone had the right to publish his teachings and doctrines and set them down in measureable form it was Jesus. But in these days there are books, blogs and papers on every conceivable issue. Men and women write their opinions down feverishly. Indeed, it is not difficult to begin to think that perhaps there is not a single thing that has evaded the scrutiny of the human eye. And there seems to be as many opinions published as there are people who publish their opinions. We seem to love to be ‘right’, and for the average fundamentalist this means a strict and unyielding adherence to the ‘letter of the law’ as contained in the scriptures (and I include the so-called New Testament scriptures in this). Yet to my mind the life and teachings of Christ is in stark contrast to all of this. We tend to publish books by the millions. Jesus, never penned a single word. Now clearly I am not Jesus, but if I were to take a little liberty here and, in keeping with my fundamentalist grounding, and using the theology and methodology of our ever so enlightened times, reflect on what I as a healthy little modern day Pharisee and religious leader might have done if I had been Jesus, I would surely have recruited a vast troupe of scribes (elders and deacons, if you will). I would most probably have lined them all up with parchment ready and quill and ink pot charged. I think then that I would very possibly have sternly instructed them to be clear and concise, obedient, articulate and accurate in every detail. My next step would have been to dictate the specifics of what was needed in terms of everything, and I mean EVERYTHING. I would have got them to record for all time all the words of life and truth. I would have explained in great detail the reason for my being there, the significance of my actions, the times and seasons set by the will of God over all eternity. I would have dictated a detailed narrative of the history of man and God – the why’s, the when’s, the where’s, the how’s …. I also would have focused on the future in great detail, especially in the light of my immanent departure. I would, like any good religious leader and strategic planner have given them a 1-year, 5-year, 10-year, even a few 1000-year plans to make sure that all were clearly informed and in line with the overall strategy of Heaven. My intent in this would have been to leave something for those who would follow that would be clear, incorruptible and more than adequate for clarity and undisputed interpretation and process ….. But clearly, I am not he as Jesus did nothing of the sort ….. and in the light of this disturbing revelation it strikes me that other than what was apparently written in the sand when a woman, allegedly caught alone in the very act of adultery, was thrown down at his feet to test him and his theology, … there is nothing Jesus wrote at all. ... and even that which he had written in this instance was etched with his own hand in dry soil, in mere particles of sand which was totally at the mercy of the wind and other natural elements as well as exposed to the mercilessness and insensitivity of the trampling of mens feet. Jesus spoke to his closest disciples in veiled terms and withheld much from them (mainly because they were unable to bear it). He left them mostly clueless as to the present time they were in as well as the times that were to come. He also tended to confuse them with his special and mostly unusual interpretation and application of the scriptures they all knew so well. Most of the time he taught in metaphors and in them used common content and everyday situations rather than the direct scriptural texts the religious rulers of the time used. In fact, right up to the time he disappeared from their collective view for the last time they were still virtually totally in the dark as to the social, political and chronological realities of the time they were in let alone the future. Compared to the standards and systematic ways of church leaders of today Jesus was a pretty bad leader. Even the team he picked would never have been chosen by any self-respecting church leader today. He picked a real pack of inflammatory, divided ruffians who constantly quarrelled amongst each other over the most fleshly of issues and it’s possible that if many years later Paul of Tarsus had not come along they would really have been deep in the proverbial doo-doo. And by their own confession, even Paul’s teachings were very confusing and difficult for them to understand. This is why I suggested the method of recruiting a set of scribes earlier. It was clearly really very necessary. Yet Jesus was not at all bothered too much about this. He spoke on about another strange ‘comforter’ who would come along and be a guide and a companion to them after he had gone. He told them that the Father would send what he called the “Spirit of Truth” and that this individual would not only remind them of the things he had said, but also take them further into more of an understanding of things that were clearly way over their heads at the time. Even this was completely confusing to them and near the end they seemed to all but give up and possibly they just nodded energetically when he spoke on and tried to look as intelligent as possible. Surely a written codex was urgently needed under these circumstances? Surely a tight structure with clear lines of authority and a streamed-lined business strategy was what was needed? Organograms, lines of accountability, shepherding areas, overseeing leaders and area pastors, cell-group structures, office badges, official ministry allocations and the like. Surely Jesus urgently needed to take them all through a rigorous training schedule, perhaps a retreat somewhere in the mountains, a Leadership Training School perhaps where all the points of Kingdom leadership and theology, missiology, methodology, outreach strategies, feeding schemes, banking procedures (we can’t forget that most important of all worship tools), prophetic workshops, etc. etc. etc. be alpha-numerically delineated, indexed and implemented according to target timelines and accountability schedules? Strangely, Jesus did none of these. He just walked with them for a few years and left them in the hands of a mystery friend whom no-one could even see. And the most amazing thing of all is that they did pretty well under his shoddy leadership and lack of ministerial definition. As I have said before, this is indeed in stark contrast to the religious leaders and intelligentsia of his day and ours.

Why, I ask, would he conduct himself in the way he did?

And why, I ask, do we continue to conduct ourselves in the way we do?

large audience not required

god does not need a large audience. his voice through the clay lips of mortal sons speaks into vast eternal spaces, locking down time and space into eternity and releasing eternity into that same space and time. as one warrior will chase one hundred and overcome them, one single voice can set thousands of years to flight. one single voice can turn ages and kick-start seasons, remove mount zion from it's legislated confines and cast it up and out into the great gentile sea of humanity. this is a seed falling to the ground only to germinate, put down roots, rise up and give life. this is seed reproducing after its own kind, multiplying, expanding, reaching on. this is life, the prophetic moving of god being sowed, germinating and exploding forwards and outwards.
god needs only the will of the willing to shake the unshakable. one willing pair of clay lips exhaling the breath of the living god can be more beautiful than a 1000 voice choir singing in perfect harmony. one single breath can silence the storm. the living breath of god cascading through the clay lips of the redeemed … responsive, resonant, resounding, redemptive.
wisdom calls out in the market place. not to the market place, but in the market place. at the head of the noisy street a single call goes out.
god needs no marketing process, one voice can do it all.

why is it?

why is it that so many rush on and in
without a care for anything
whilst others tread carefully and get crushed
why do the careless succeed and the careful stumble
while those without a thought for the thoughtful remain unhumbled?
and then there are those who choose with care
only to get trampled underfoot by those who don’t
what good is wisdom in this life?
and of what value is being mindful of the meaning of things?
to seek out the origin is as futile as searching out the conclusion
we all will come to an end
and though we believe this way or that
we all choose to believe what we believe
there are no unbelievers
merely those who choose to and those who choose not
however, most choose not to think about it too much at all
we will never know until believing itself comes to an end
and faith is of no more use than the air that eventually will serve us no more
and what will we breath then?

though it causes me much pain
I cannot help but choose to believe
that there must be more
than the nothing we claim to be everything