Discovering the Greatest Belief

Paul told me what Jesus told him and I read it and read it with my blind eyes. Jesus' love is sufficient. When I am weakest I am strongest to easily move mountains as Jesus told His disciples. I must stand willing to crucify the flesh.

Learning to Listen

 I am realizing prayer does not require me to do all the talking. 

I believe

 I will get what I  believe some day. 

The Ending Time

High Stepping 

to the Side 

Medical issues are blocking my schedule so often to such an extent I am stepping aside. The next generation can dice up the empire. I have held on to my rule, so to speak, about the issues but not their speakers. This has been a big hang up for Corner Table at the Naked Eye patrons. No names could be mentioned unless they were no longer living.  It is all up to the QuoteBloggers now. 😉

The Devil Goes to Church

                 A Second Redux

It is significant to recall the devil does not mount any significant attack on barrooms. Everyone is already asleep there. No, the devil goes to church halls to quiet folks down and soften their power of Jesus, so as to limit and subdue further even deeper involvement with Jesus.

Tidal Rivers Come & Go

In Sarah Young's unprecedented, all time popular devotional Jesus Calling, she says Jesus abhors the use of guilt to motivate Christians.

Perhaps not strangely enough, I have personally listened to two totally pure guilt sermons. Once before I graduated from high school and again when I retired. I asked God then and still wonder why He showed me two such deliberately mirror guilt displays? 

From one end of my life to the other, what could be His reason? Remember, I do not believe in random coincidences. There is a reason for everything, if we know it, or don't

While the future is fading

And the Days are Dying

I neither own anything, I only control it for a time. All happy times are mere mementos turned to sadness by time. My visible life comes out of a seed and returns to a seed. 

Sideway time

All that time I grew like a flower, will fade and will fall as a flower. And all through everything, time is measured differently everywhere it is mostly the same, It just seems different, fooling me all the tune, every time.. 

Everything looks the same one way one day and gradually I see everything differently eventually, changing my mind as if each day the days are changing my   perceptions. Is it always just time, or really just me?