The Impossibility of Faith

Faith is impossible and it accomplishes the impossible.

"I say to you, if you have faith like a grain of mustard seed, you will say to this mountain, 'Move from here to there,' and it will move,"

"I believe therefore I speak."

In the Bible we have types of faith. We have the lesser and the greater. Many a time Jesus rebuked the crowds for having little or no faith. We see outsiders and Samaritans having "great faith."

I'm puzzled right now. I am a victim of my own pretension. "You have not because you ask not." I need faith to pray this. I'm at a crossroads. I'm weak and pitiful.

"How long must I bare with you?" His questions will trump all of our questions. Our falls are necessary. I hate it but they are; else we wouldn't know a God of mercy, long-suffering, or grace.

It's just time to be obedient and believe God. "THE LORD GOD GRACIOUS, SLOW TO ANGER, ABOUNDING IN LOVE AND GOOD TO ALL." Especially towards those who believe.

The Fading Night

Shrieks howl as evil deeds are seen
yet unseen for the time being
The cry of Heaven cannot tolerate
scenes of evil alloted to the righteous for long

If stars were ever to cease shining
in the the sky pitch black
it is time for concerning glances of
Utter darkness and gnashing of teeth

Staggering drunks have their fill
for now under the cover of night fall
to be lain uncovered in an age of dawn

There are chosen stars singing now in both
East and West
Praying for Justice, and the rending of heavenly
night sky with sun beams enveloping bright

As a day is a thousand years and a thousand years a day
so is the suddenly of God

Stature

Sometimes I am afraid
Of an insecure eye
Of Saul in us all
The One outwardly rugged and tall
The Second inwardly peevish and small
Kingship making light of the altar call
The realized weight of it all
makes for slippery falls

The eye is naked and weak
not regarding the sacrifice
procuring the sword first
while masking the pain under
Royal Robes of ultra-violet

The seeming covering is faltering
and the crown covered with the dust

Is he among the prophets?
To be determined in judgment law......

A New Poet

I discovered an old poet. His name is William Blake. He lived during an age of Romanticism (1757-1827) or so the experts call it. He was a romantic and a mystic. What little I know of the man and his works I thoroughly enjoy. Most importantly, He loved Christ.

Maybe more specifically he did "sow the seeds" of Romanticism as the back of the book would say, so perhaps he was a father of sorts to the romantic age that came later. I don't know. I need to do some research.

I bought Blake's selected works with a Border's gift card along with "Catcher and the Rye." I don't know if the purchases are in any way conncected. Only time will tell the tale.

I feel I will drink deep of his works from dusk till dawn. Lord willing this will happen. All creatures praise Him. Blake is mere flesh.

The Testimony of George Fox

A faith I have come to greatly admire is that of Mr. George Fox. This is the man accredited with starting "The Society of Friends" or otherwise know as "Quakers". Quaker was a deragotory term used to describe the Society of Friends because men would quake when they would preach or Friends would quake themselves in meetings.

George Fox live in 17th century England (1624-1691). This was a time of great political turmoil. Governments switched from being Republics to Monarchies. One thing to be said about the man was that he was greatly loved or hated. Oliver Cromwell himself knew Fox was peaceful and godly, and gave him space to minister.

George Fox never took oaths to names of kings in court. This got him in big trouble. He was thrown in prison because of it. He was convicted by the command of Christ.

Matt. 5:34-36
"But I say to you, Do not take an oath at all, either by heaven, for it is the throne of God,
or by the earth, for it is his footstool, or by Jerusalem, for it is the city of the great King. "

His boldness and conviction for Truth (note with capital T) is certainly to be noted. His testimony has impacted me personally. A man I greatly admire said of Fox that he was one of the few Christians since the first few centuries of Christendom to live like an actual apostle. I would concur.

This quote is a staple to Foxe's conviction. The quote came at a time when Cromwell had died in England, and the uncertainty of the times made men fear new political arenas. Fox was resolute with his office and calling regardless of the ruling pontiffs.

"Stand in fear and dread of the Lord God; His power, life, light, seed and wisdom, by which ye may take away the occasion of wars, and so know a kingdom which hath no end, and fight for that with spirtual weapons, which takes away the occasion of the carnal; and there gather men to war,as many as ye can, and set up as many as ye can with these weapons."

Foxe's weapon was the Word of God. He had no need for gun powder. This generation will do best to take note.

Rethinking the Amorphous Blog

Perhaps blogs are not intended for poetry. I don't know who sets the guidelines for blogs, but I do intend to write more about personal events and happenings. I guess I am going to begin to use this as a journal of sorts. Lord willing this will ensue.

Egyptian Dreams

Nevermind the forgetful times
O Sleeper
Awake, Awake I will be your dreamer

Faces wax cold ebb and flow
with iridescent glow
Awake, Awake, I will be your dreamer

The pulleys take ancient lifts
of slave master, in and out, up and down
sliding loads all around
falling sands on grounds
Shakeable and Shaking
in damp chills when
hard rains call
The slave and master
make ruin in Egyptian towns

Whose heritage? Tis the question lingering
The dry winds blow the fortress down
on conquerable kingdoms
What remains? Tis the question everlasting
Whose Arbiter? mortal pharoah must give momentary
edicts and answers