A word in season, to him that is weary: via Isaiah.

The spirit of the letter is quickened unto the prophet Isaiah:

"Come down, and sit in the dust, O virgin daughter of Babylon. Sit on the ground: there is no throne, O daughter of the Chaldeans: for thou shalt no more be called tender and delicate. Thou saidst, I shall be a lady for ever: so that thou didst not lay these things to heart, neither did remember the latter end of it. Thou that art given to pleasures, that dwellest carelessly, that sayest in thine heart, I am, and none else beside me; I shall not sit as a widow, neither shall I know the loss of children."

"I will feed them that oppress thee with their own flesh; and the shall become drunken with their own blood, as with sweet wine: and all flesh will know the Lord is the salvation and redemption."

"And to the believer? Where is the bill of they mother's divorcement, whom I have put away? Of which of my creditors have I sold you? For iniquities, you have sold yourselves. When I came was there no man? Was there none to answer? Is my hand shortened that I cannot redeem? With a single rebuke might the sea be dried up, the rivers made wilderness, and the fish stink that there is no water, dying for thirst."

He blotteth out thy transgressions for thy own sake: put Him in remembrance, and thus we'll plead together.

And moreover: even the kings shall be attendant fathers, and their queens wetnurse mothers: they shall bow down to thee with their face to the earth, and lick up the dust of thy feet: and thou shalt know that He is the Lord: for they shall not be ashamed that wait for the Lord.

...I should know how to speak a word in season to him that is weary. He awakens the day, each day, consistently. He awakens my ear to hear the learned.

Them that sell themselves, have their reward.

Them that pray for the sake of being seen, have their reward.

Them that hold the hand high in donating, have their reward. 

Nature resounds the name: exhortations to belief

In what do we trust when our own persons are so changeable? No matter if we eat clean or eat poorly, we excrete filth.

We go through trusting in ourselves, dancing crazily through our hour, hips bumping tea cups and before they hit the floor, we've went to something else.

The best among us acknowledge mistakes, make lists, decide to learn from their mistakes; some don't acknowledge their mistakes, or misplace responsibility, blame.

A man once said to me that if it was up to us, we'd mess it up.  We'd fail: look at our track record, after all. For all the good aims, doesn't it depend upon which list they look at? Its either all good, or all bad.

Of the bad, they say it speaks to our condemnation:

not quite.

It speaks of our need for the love of Jesus, and that the only reliable way, past our learnings, past our otherwise pure intentions, to achieve heaven.

Of the good, they pull it down easily.

But you're different?!?

You have faith? You believe?

They say, "the demons in hell also believe". But how do they show, when their very goal is to negate the Lord?

Regardless of if we have the name of Jesus, we are all little conductors for God, the great will of the Creator; but to believe is the key.  Is one passive or active in the fog of faith?

All of nature resounds the name of the Lord; all of nature likewise challenges us, and flashes to us a diarrhea flow of our mistakes.

All of nature resounds the name of the Lord.

Doesn't it sound like propaganda? 

Slogans are usually either a gross characterization of the age or enlightened gibberish.

The truth frisbees in between.

The Lord is so over that sloganeering, done with your mess, beyond all that.  You fiddled around and you found out. Salad cat answered your most profound questions.

And God above was here before you, is here now, and will be here long, long after your doings have worn away like marker ink, when your stench has cleared the room.