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.

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