Lights are gleaming, praises and shouting, the bump of the bass drum, a tap from a bestfriend, an unseen friend, shouting crowd, and a spark of jealousy?
The open sea, the open soors, the lovely bees, and the unfading colors. I'm seeing a crowd full of praises and worship, but an ekklesia full of drought and dryness. Perhaps the heart is the problem, yet of whom? The ekklesia or iglesia? I am in the midst of harvest yet the harvest is not ripe. How is this? What shall we do? Have Paul planted the seed? That Apollo watered? Where only God can make it grow? Why is this treachery in our midst? Our job is not to make them grow but plant them excellently while we water them sufficiently.
Are we in a hurry? Are we in a movie? No, we're in reality. Reality cannot be hurried nor be it a fantasy, it is something unconcieveable that makes every coco loco; but reality promises one thing, it keeps us wanting for something greater than reality. A paradise for us to be in. A dominion where in there is nothing to hurry about, nor it be just a fantasy but more than we could imagine but better for it is tangible and real. We live in a world where the are two realities. Reality of this world and of what is to come. Be ready for we're going to experience something rough as a rollercoaster ride.
"...Surely I will be with you always, to the very end of the age." -Matthew 28:20b
Words that we should hold before the big rollercoaster ride.
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