Spiritual Tenacity

Seeing the big picture takes time.

Takes your time.

Takes my time.

Insistence is the key to a successful path of crossed and crossing boundaries. Inclusively. Exclusively.

Gotta follow the rules and the laws, yes. A no brainer.

When deep down we become possessed with our protective capabilities at the helm. We run.

We run to the Father.

Ask.

Seek.

Knock.

And. Keep on knocking until we prove to Him we are a bonafide follower. Of His. Not of beautiful formulas, with little awareness of the wealth of concepts. With the insistence that the deeds of faith through actions and prayer will and always lead us to His door and the insistence of the

“Knock, knock, knock”

Can you hear me?

Will you please at least “hear me out”.

To seek His protection in all matters great or small. The willingness to change our attitude. The unwillingness to do so “just ‘cuz”. just ‘cuz, I am tired and I want to move on…..just ‘cuz I want to do this or that and not this or that……I want the latest high tops, sporty car, or elbow another out of a spot on the college roster.

The insistence with which you conduct yourself, your faith in order to hear Him and prove you know His lessons through and through.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

Til the knuckles become stiff, rigid, tired and bloodied.👊🏻🤜🏻🤛🏻👊🏻

Keep on knocking until the point is proven.

What’s the point?

To remain docile is to require of a person the patience of a Saint. Without all the possessed possessions of “I am right and you are wrong”.

Crossing boundaries is like crossing a land mine of another’s baggaged complaints and problems. Do so with caution. Because if you just plow right over with carelessness, any progress to date blows up into a tonadoed storm of rants, raves and waves.

It is called a hurricane for a reason. A storm for a purpose.Warnings and planning give us the opportunity to seek His shelter. Seek His protection.

It is, after all, called “An Act of God” for a reason. The Holy Spirit is the guy who alone can push change to the ends of the world. It is how we react that can speak volumes. Say it all.

Takes a lotta strength.

Takes a lot of time.

Insistence to stick to it. With it. And of it. Through the harshest of storms..

Knock. Knock. Knock.

From the outside, from the inside, from the margins or boundaries, inconsistencies, internal contradictions. Distractions to distract us from the real meaning of life.

The social constructs of social time social space require of us to comply with one another’s wants, needs and desires. It never requires of us to hedge, bend or break though.

Soften. Maybe. A little.

Wrong is wrong.

Right is right.

Although the doggedness with which one lives their life can certainly be argued.

I believe: Dog is God spelled backwards.🙂

At a time when the term dog was used to regard certain persons as second class citizens. The term “dog” was used as a metaphor to refer to the abuse of a person, persons in the lower classes.

Translation, for me: I am a ok, even more comfortable eating the crumbs from your table than sharing the feast of lies, innuendos and fake faith.

The resistance to cross your boundary for your sake.

Not mine.

Breaking down social hierarchies takes time.

Takes your time.

Takes my time.

Can be done.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

To fully accept reality.

Doesn’t mean the crumbs go down any easier, in anything less than lumps.

Looking out on the landscape does not require us to step back at all. Does not require an “in your face” existence either. Crossed boundries are just that.

Crossed.

Crossing boundaries should not cause fear. It should cause compassion. Docility of resolve. The demon-possessed person carries it with them either way. Here or there. There or here…..oftentimes goes along for the ride🤪

Knock. Knock. Knock.

Ask.

Seek.

Knock.

Repeat.

A faith fraught with theological galantry (of)just “looks good” just ‘cuz. “fake it til you make it” stuff. Looks good.But really isn’t good.

A faith that is deep seeded is not only unafraid to knock.

A deep seeded and deep deeded faith can also come across as reckless.

Sometimes.

Heck. Sometimes, you gotta start somewhere. Anywhere. We are all more capable than we give ourselves credit for. To change. Let’s call it our self-rigidity. But not the change in the or for the sake of change, just’ us. just ‘cuz, I got a trip planned and I gotta get there, over you and your body, mind and soul.

But real and bonafide change.

A change in the heart of the matter of:

Right.

Wrong.

Knock. Knock, Knock.

Although He is a busy guy, God never is too busy for you.

And. He has endless patience.

To get it right.

God does not resist. He consistently and constantly directs his preaching to chosen people.(pf)

Has me jumping up and down in joy all the time. Open to His words. Wide open to his changes at attempting to open my heart. His opportunity for me to grow in and hopefully out my own stubbornness.

Takes time.

Takes your time.

Takes my time.

Allow the self to be moved.

He manifests this change within us.(pf)

Plans can change at the drop of a hat.

Believe me.

Seeing the picture does not mean seeing that picture. The one that is all shiny, perfect and “clean”.

It requires a deep dive, a deep dig. Digging down deep. Changing one’s identity on a dime, so to speak. Enemies are everywhere. Here, there and everywhere. Spiffing themself up in the moment to make a point——for the fake. I dunno. Seems rather dis honest.

Possessions possess us in ways big and small.

Blaming the dead guy never works because clearly he cannot speak for himself. The others can, keep the narrative moving along in insidious and grandiose ways, pulling the meek, tired and lonely into the web of text, drive, text, dump, text, we are friends, text, when we really are not,

friends.

The best we can do is solidify our concreteness of faith in spite of the circus, the storm, the next “awesome” event and outing.

Overcoming every obstacle takes time.

Takes your time.

Takes my time.

Takes faith and resolve.

Seeing the big picture, is faithful, concrete boundary living existence.

For Him.

With Him.

In a shack. In a high rise. In a flat. In a studio. In a single. In a double. In a triple.In our parental house.

Makes no difference who you are.

How good you may think you are.

Shelter from the storm. Requires of us to overcome any single obstacle—time and time again—when right is right and wrong is wrong.

I, for one, insist on it.🙂