I smoke my hookah tonight after a day of blinding mysterious glory. I saw my boy rescued in a way that I can only give honor and praise to my God for. We can do all things and go as far as we can but God makes sure to always show us up and that to me is more than fine. He will always remind us in times like these that there is no worldly power, no President, no Congress, no military might, no political acumen that can ever or will ever contend with His will and power...and I am His.
I have in me at times the passion of David and his contriteness, the greed of Solomon and his wisdom, the anger of Samson and his strength. Yet the truth is none does me any good without the grace of God that allows me to place all under Him. As such...I am blessed to be small. It is the secret to remaining consequential. The secret to greatness is not in our strength but in the acknowledgement that sometimes it's not enough. Therefore...I am His. In all my strengths and weaknesses displayed before you all...I will forever be His. So will all that stand with me and all those I have called my own. Yes, that means you too. You don't have to believe right now...just watch ;-)
My sons...are His. Praise and Glory to God. Forever and ever...amen...
"you let all the girls go, makes you feel good...don't it?"
New folk learnin me a bit confused by the poems, song selections, statements and pics. Makes me look predictably unpredictable, safely unsafe, assuredly confused, humbly arrogant and sinfully pious. Just the way I want it. I am in fact...all those things.
In my experience, folk are usually not what they seem and when you meet someone that is all he represents in reality, you start lookin for angles. You start lookin for reasons why he does what he does. Why is he talking to me? Why does he even give a shit? How about because he does? How about maybe he actually thinks he can help? Maybe he saw a need he could fill without asking for shit in return. Sometimes he's erratic...but why? He would say that's how he keeps his right hand from knowing what his left hand is doing. If his right hand ever found out, it may seek an advantage and that's when things become impure. So if he seems a bit erratic, that's partly why and that's about all he'll explain. The rest you can figure out...or not.
The greatest compliment I think I ever received was from a pretty young thing (in her 30's - yeah don't get that twisted). We were talking about first impressions after meeting for the first time and she told me she was surprised to find the same person she met online. That was a compliment to me whichever way she saw me. It didn't matter how she saw me but that she saw the real me being presented in both settings let me know that what I endeavour to do has proof of life. You might ask what that is. It's simple: To be honest in all things...
Without honesty there is no truth and without truth, there is no purpose found or clear directive. I don't know how anyone can exist without the truth of things. Without "knowing" a thing...we can stand for nothing and if we stand for nothing...we fall for anything and that's no way to live. I've seen the face of madness and it is a forced mask of lies that creates confusion, fear, desperation and insecurity. All things that foster hate and the evil that comes with it. Stop and consider all that this world suffers today. Think back to the sufferings origins. All these evils...began with a lie that stuck. Even after corrected, the damage is sometimes so deep, it cannot be undone.
My circle and my world is complex in it's simplicity. I love those that respect me enough to tell me the truth and allow me to do the same. Whether I agree with them or not, to me, they are kings and queens among sheep. They require my respect before my admiration. As such, a queen will go further. Requiring my mind before my heart and my heart before my body. Sounds alot like an honorable life huh? Revealing the perfect imperfections by way of truth. Heh...who ever said honor required perfection? It just requires honesty...I'm out
~Moses
PS: Oh yeah...note: Only truth has the ability to turn "ugly" into "beautiful"...
