As a career information technologist I comprehend truth as an artistically conceived framework of durable products whether physical or not. Creation happens. Absent of ownership and authority, truth is unsustainable. Encouraged to be honest with myself, by reason and through progressive maturity, I acknowledge my Lord’s eternal omnipotent glory and revere His majestic grace. Like an earthquake, a spiritual chasm reveals itself.

Every soul, including you and I, is everlasting. Life and everything within it is underscored and motivated by Love. This is light. Nothing in life disregards Love. Death is absent of Love without kindness, without empathy, without principle; nurturers ever-seek temporal gratification discontented with gnashing teeth; all relationships one-sided.  This is darkness. Direction flies by the spirit.  Pruning involves filleting the spirit from the soul, leaving the moral agent to drop in its resultant position thus ending his or her freedom that was afforded by love.  This person is hence no longer a degradation in the next progressive age.  Passionate Christians are indeed intentional, actively nurturing good.  There is no excuse not to do so.


Tripped Up

In the materialistic world where I am clearly positioned and where you are placed also, this life’s one and only objective is the creation of a winning value to meet trajectory desire, history predominantly. Born (again) into the Spirit of Holiness, I am but a wandering visitor who perceives that this iteration of maturity is parallel to the natural beautification of life. Anything goes in this age, fermenting extreme hatred, to deceive people into some conviction that hate is the opposite of love. But it is not. Do we really want to be free, I mean really free? Not me. Hate is not the opposite of love because both are competitively relational. The inverse of love is isolation–materialism at its peak. There indeed is a reverent Lord. So then I am now a follower of Christ due to easily-conceived wisdom. Isolation is the worst condition that one can experientially witness. It is an obstructive journey but Christ is plainly the Lord of my life and I am eternally grateful for this.