Alpha and Omega

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We can run but we cannot hide from the big guy in the sky. His army of positive change is both open ended and open armed to the ones who seek Him. His care. One another’s care in the sincerest form of it.

There are many. Traditional thinkers who believe in the Alpha and the Omega. A symbol of good. The opposite of evil.

The anarchy of aniconism? Well. Good readers and comprehenders of societal norms of decency, kindness and bravery are able to look one another in the eyes and know, just know,

”You can see me?”

Yes. I can.

Like-minded people see people of like mind. Human decency tends to trend in this direction. We are not speaking of the “like”-mindedness of the robotic “like.” This often involves hiding behind a screen—of our own insecurities, not resisting the click bait and the triggers that cause the immense self-doubt. Void of the common sense of face to face with the stared-down-enemy or frenemy.

It is tough. Out there. Nowadays. Aniconism and iconodulism wrestle for our consciousness and consciences in desperate and sometimes insidious ways. Our minds become crowded and packed and suffocated with information we may not, nor could not possible decipher in the blink of an eye.

Sadly.

A blink of an eye can change the trajectory. Of life. A revival helps to re-set the stage of what is normal and kind and good. Quarrels of the heart lessened by their own ignorance. The strong will and will to survive requires like-minded individuals who wish upon the survival of all. Not at the absence of fear or a few who disagree.

Civility requires of us to be kind to our neighbor, turn the other check, accept what we do not think is right only to the extent that His protection has the last word. Yes. There are different denominations, different ways to “get there.”

There are obvious ways not to use to “get there.” Hiding behind a screen is the same as hiding behind a doubt-filled conscience. The arguments become a “splitting hairs” of never-ending dispute.

Free spirit+ Free speech= The opportunity to reflect on our own self-interests and challenge the other guy in his quest to seek the care and guidance of the real “big guy in the sky.”

It isn’t magic.

It isn’t rocket science.

It is a deep soul of desire for good for the other guy.

Too.

Hedging, dodging, lying are all ways the devil works his way into the details. We are all tired of having to explain ourselves. Tired. When we feel like we must, we lessen our images in His eyes. Why?

God Knows Our Hearts.

In and out.

Up and down.

While we walk these earthly soils of the land of plenty, the allies across the ponds walk along side the faithful. How else did we get to this place of unity? We cannot allow it to become easy to forget one another in good times and in bad times.

Trust is borne.

Life can be tackled in ways we could never have imagined. The little child inside of some grows up into the adult-sized version of never having matured into the person He wants us to become. . When accountability is never obtained and the jalopy train wreck moves on.

The directional function of a smooth operator?

Him. He alone is the higher-order function and guidance for our next steps. He guards our expressions with the tenacity of a steadfast and stalwart soldier. Safety first.

We try to run because the escape we may feel is really only the prison we hold ourselves inside of—the cage of our own anger or misfortune—vowing to stick it to the other guy as soon as possible.

We assist the click bait because we have become accustomed to not waiting. Patience is a virtue He re-teaches us every single day….while we sit in traffic, wait for the doctor, wait for a neighbor and my all time favorite—the line at the DMV😏.

Seriously considering why we are not the first in line and there is always someone before us….slower, smarter, shorter, taller….

We dig deep and tell ourselves we are so much better and more deserving that him or her. The movement to change oneself was absolutely against what He expects of us. The chat rooms and bots tried to change the narrative, change the story away from Him.

Devastation occurred in so many realms and we find ourselves, the ones who believe, relying on His patience and guidance because we lost the love we had thought was growing greater—only to find the Underground Railroad was an even more wore-torn jalopy of misguided hate and hate filled rhetoric.

Winning at all costs is for the amateur.

Winning for the right and best and goodness of one another is the only way. We, humans, waste so much time taking ourselves so seriously, taking the selfie, taking the story of another’s demise as proof we are better. We think we hold our lives in the palm of our own hands.

We don’t.

We don’t.

We are better together. SHOULD be able to agree to disagree.

For some, it is humanly impossible. So the rat race in their mind continues with the hamster wheel of never-ending lack. Lack of self-acceptance, choosing to take away another’s existence because we cannot alone bear our own.

He. Is always waiting with His army of open-minded persons, both here and especially of the ones he called home to have the meeting of the minds of how to get things right down there on planet earth.

He brings the best and brightest up to Him. The best and the brightest to lead the way with Him. Although we mourn here. We would do upright justice to the memories and to the ones who fought the good fight, the decent fight.

The fair fight.

For some, meeting their maker is a frightful happening their own fear takes hold of and takes charge of. For some, their fear dissipates quickly because they know He.

Can.

See them loud and clear. Behind any veil or screen or shade.

”You can see me?”

Yes. He does.

Yes. He can.