Illusions of Love in a Dangerous Time

We've all heard the phrase - or variants of it before: ‘best friends forever.’ But when placed under a lens for deeper observation, how much grain in this statement [silo] can be accredited as actually truth? It so quickly rolls off the tip of the tongue and offers a sudden consoling reassurance of sorts in situations of tension or unease.

I find it all too ironic that a phrase as such can so easily slip through the same lips that in one moment bless but in a flash can purse themselves in utter disgust and contempt at the mere mention of set (symbol of hatred). We live a lie - or rather an ideal, that many are too weak to stand by. We say things like this or blurt them out without any emotional backing or commitment to follow through with on our side of the bargaining bin. Friendships are 100/100 - both sides being all give and give. If a friendship fails, you cannot freely excuse yourself on the other's behalf. We are all just as responsible for fall-ins (ex: love) as well as fallouts. How often do we reflect on our relationships? The caliced question forms: Who are my real friends? Who in my life is equally committed to me and my well-being as I am towards them?

Everyone wants to be loved because love takes effort. Aside from effort, love cannot exist. Perhaps that is why so many relationships hit the bottom of the urinal like washed out piss. We cheapen the meaning of love and true friendships by placing emphasis on the wrong area: What can we get out of them? This is so far from the truth of what a true relationship is - what love is.

Love is sacrifice:

"For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life" (John 3:16 NIV).

I am also sure we’ve all heard this quote at some point, but take some time to consider what love really is. Who in your life shows this kind of care towards you - and do you show it in return? Pause, find peace, find restoration, and put your mind at ease. Dwell on these things and seek answers to your silent questions.

The Burning Season

This is the burning season - to search your soul for a harvest and reap all but none and burn the chaff where there is gnashing of teeth. Oh how then will the old widow weep? Does her dead child come back to life? The lifeless corpse [remains] will remain clutched in her frail arms. She tries to consol it by whispering softly into a charred cracked ear. Alas - no hearing drum will hear this droll of nonsense from her unquenched lips.

This, however, is all a dream - for from the moment we wake, we can see wings forming and the clouds begin to roll in; bringing soft falling dew to everything the eye can see. Where are you in this? Don't protect yourself with illusions or ghosts of the past. Come out from your hiding place, put your hands on your handsome face - feel the burn. Cleansed in the tears of another, only then will we see face to face who has stood by us, and who ran hiding at the moment of fear. Once more you can hear the widow’s whimper as grey the skies re-align and detain us again.

Cover me in crimson - bathe me in blood till I am white as snow.

Cold and Christmas

Raise the bow and horn - it's time to proclaim the Son as born.
Bah-humbug to the hum drum of the consumer core - the ever-present whore.

Where in the hell have we been living!? Hell. Children - can anyone answer me this? This season has been stripped of all its reason. Emotionally devoid of all depth and consequence, we've replaced the holy with catch-phrases and thoughtless [loveless] presents. Each year the truth seems to become more and more bleak in its existence. Consumerism rears its ugly head and all the people get in line to follow the next hearts whim. Tickle Me Elmo… oh how you've ruined a generation.

When did this shift occur? Brothers and Sisters, can we stand up against this? Up tall and mightily like a wave break amongst the seas of relativity? I think we can, but only with our sights focused on the lighthouse on land, the light at hand, the reason for man - to live. Praise and proclaim Christ the King as born unto the nations again. Remember this coming weeks the whole and Holy reason we have this celebration in the first place. Perhaps then we could really live in and experience a very merry Christmas indeed.

Bah-humbug to the hum drum of the consumer core - the ever-present whore.
Raise the bow and horn - it's time to proclaim the Son as born.