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 Wearing a non-descript beret, aimlessly walking about the riverfront, Culbert Flemming. I lapsed into a dream. I wondered of God, what He was thinking of, was He thinking of me, and so on, so forth. Indeed, I had the commonality feeling, the shared experience of all, in living in the glow of the Lord; furthermore that the glow meant that not one of us was out of His reach, no matter the circumstances, no matter the depth of depravity we might descend toward.  It would be impossible for us, of course, but a mere thought to Him to bring it off, and with ease. Culbert Flemming could be redeemed and made anew, regenerated as it were, even rebranded, restored. I could. Anyone could. Be made whole. All with that equal packaging twine synapse that not only holds us together, but attaches each one to each other one individually, quadrillions of connections for a few billion people: all one, or all looking in that light to be, if not together, then at least sharing an equal measure of...

Nature held us before we were, and nature will welcome us back when we cease consciousness, my friend.  A prolonged elapsation of higher brain functions gawking into it's own measure of eternity.  We drink deep of experience and time, but never to be fulfilled, to churn and roil and vibrate as if in agony--until, at once, "blessed are the sleepy...", we blink into eternity and out of these mundane concerns.

 Am I therefore become your enemy because I tell you the truth?  Galatians 4. So often we might see a good person die "too soon" or a random act of violence, and befuddled, we wonder if its really God's plan.  What I find as much peculiar as those things is that our own horrid imaginations are part of the same vibrant, limitless Living God. Had I became so enlightened as to condescend to give advice, Lucillus?  Nay, I tell you, for the advice was merely a recounting of anything anyone at all might suffer through, in their own time.  The collected moments in the Cheraw IGA parking lot notching time while Mother shopped, sort of collectively assembled as a piecemeal 40 days in the wilderness, smiling like a spud into the camera of my phone.  Given the option to sit, stay or do nothing, I had not prayers to give, nor curses or recitations, but was taken up by the expenditure of life that is sitting and waiting.  Contemplation, beyond either emotion or rea...

 Prize Wisdom highly and exalt her, and she will exalt and promote you; she will bring you to honor when you embrace her.   -Proswerbs 4:8 “A generous person will be prosperous, and one who gives others plenty of water will himself be given plenty." Proverbs 11:25 Adner Salvo was a tiny part of a large machine: a major soda vendor, a worldwide corporate juggernaut with a much-loved product, but Adner of course, had a menial part of that, such without reputation and glory, as to work the warehouse section of the bottling plant--spending hours on end minding a pallet truck, tooting his airhorn at passageways, and with that weird yellow caution lamp blipping in spasm. In the corporate milee, one could lose perspective, or lose one's place, with corporate mantra's and silly morale-boosting meetings, with at least one Human Resources degree in the crowd barking like a fool in the name of the bottom line.  "I did my job", they could say, but did the lose track of some ...

"Hurry up and wait! Hurry up and wait!"  was all they told Pittard Trethewy.  All the time. Hurry up to the chow line, and wait in line for 25 minutes. Hurry up and eat, so you can wait to form-up and exit in formation. Even hurry up to you own death, where you wait two days in a freezer before saying goodbye, and then?  Why, it was too much for a simple boy from a village named Neuwiscky back in the old country, all the "hurry up and wait!", contrary attitudes of being that kept him off-balance in body and mind. Hurry up and wait! Then the wait before glory! The Samaritan Woman had lived a confusing life, one suspects, unsure of what she wanted for life, searching aimlessly and never quite finding fulfillment.  She had different partners, and an estranged husband somewhere in Samaria--her life had been one long search, and so many disappointments. Until that day at the well, when Christ said, "if you knew of this water, you would never thirst again." ...

 If we are afflicted, it is for your comfort and salvation; and if we are comforted, it is for your comfort, which you experience when you patiently endure the same suffering that we suffer.  Our hope for you is unshaken; for we know that as you share in our sufferings, you will also share in our comfort. 1 Corinthians 1:7 I would not trouble you with our torment unto death at Caesar Philippi, but rather edify you to your own good purpose; rejoice furthermore as we live to contest again for the cause of Christ, and the message of the power of Christ crucified.  For we glory in tribulation, and as we know of these things, its a narrow turn-around time so often, such that we must go forward boldly, and with the crowing of the cocks and the milking of the cows. Lamented our very lives in Caesar Philippi, we did, but it was for the cause of Christ, and a case for mercy. As ever, the Kingdom is at hand--God's glory as nigh in our minds as our senses, and in our hearts, we sit ...

 A re-jiggering of today's devotionals and other content, from 1 Corinthians, to the PGA, to the book of Isaiah. No temptation has overtaken you that is not common to man.  God is faithful, and he will not let you be tempted beyond your strength, but with the temptations will also provide the way of escape, that you may be able to endure it. In this you rejoice, though now for a little while you may have to suffer various trials, so that the genuineness of your faith, more precious than gold which though perishable by fire, may rebound to praise and glory and honor at the revelation of Christ. If you then, being afar off, know how to give good gifts unto your charges and wards: how much more shall your heavenly Father give the Holy Spirit to them that ask him? ("You can have a nice little run, but then most of the time you kind of fall back to whatever, a more average week.  But his average week is just really, really good.") And he said unto them, Take heed what you hear...

The pure Transcendalists saw everywhere evidence of the greatness of the soul. -Octavius Brooks Frothingham And what of the "greatness of the soul"?  That which is part and parcel imputed by our Creator, in as much as their is a Divine Idea, and we thusly are part of the Divine Idea, the infinite imagination of God. The purest sensibility would be the rank ignominy of speculation, and the orgasmic bliss of the realization of the soul; we have a sin nature, a sin debt, but that is a terminus of knowledge--the very subject of speculation in the realization is so very beyond the intellect, and exponentially more sensible--hands in the air, and the brain unfurled and in a thousand different directions, countings accountings statistical metering and tabulations, forwards and backwards and tangents and cosines--the alchemy of a mathematic synthesis of what appears but fog in the glass. The magic of absolutely nothing at all--that particular alchemy, as of contemplation--parsing th...

On knowledge and God : a modern paraphrase distillation of some verse from the RSV and KJV: The depths of God's wisdom and knowledge are truly profound and beyond human comprehension. His judgments and ways are impossible to fully understand. If you sincerely seek insight and understanding, and you're willing to put in the effort to find it, you'll come to understand the reverence and awe that is due to the Lord. You'll discover the knowledge of God and gain a deeper appreciation for His ways. Reverence for the Lord is the foundation of true knowledge. Don't rely solely on your own understanding. Instead, acknowledge God in every aspect of your life, and He will guide you on the right path. The Lord is the source of wisdom, and His words bring knowledge and understanding. He stores up wisdom for those who live with integrity, protecting them and guiding them on the path of justice. The person who finds wisdom is truly blessed, for the rewards of wisdom far surpass...

 Our home in glory: we might be told by a mystic that the "home in glory" is something of a perfected, sanctified perspective in one's mind, which we approach and reach towards in Religious Practice(a verboten concept today in some circles) in the respect that the body and mind are a temple, and the temple contained the glory of God. The reprobate, sin nature, darkened heart of a person can be like a "high wall in his or her own imagination", the same way the Temple was protected by a high wall--it works against us, containing us by keeping us mindful of our own sin nature, keeping us close to it, that not being penitent or wanting to change, necessarily, but maybe mindful enough of the sin nature, to whatever extent, to keep it going through wants and imaginings that manifest in a person's own daily outward life, our "guiles and intrigues", our dissipations and tendency towards sin in the ongoing. We reach for heaven, and the best of our intention...