Primal Weaponry

it happens when we watch movies like Braveheart, Gladiator, and 300. it happens when honor and dignity are oppressed. it happens when against all odds, there is still something to fight for. it happens when in the face of certain death, we face it, standing tall and without flinching. a rising up, an awakening of an ancient spirit that has been rocked to sleep by technology, soft shirts and tv. it wakes and we feel alive.

it used to happen like that for believers. when we believed that what we had was a warrior spirit from a warrior God. it used to happen when we were on the fray of culture causing the very governments who were repressing us to be scared of our confidence in something other than. it used to happen when the attacks came, and the sureness of life would come only if we would just deny.

there is a rumbling. from deepest of places. a rumbling that will not be denied nor contained.

as we return, may we be steadfast, hungry and holy. full of the Spirit and grace. filled with power and ancient warrior dreams that once swept across the landscape. armed with the 2 edged sword that is able to divide spirit and soul and able to send demons trembling and fleeing in desperate fear.

come, let us return to the Lord.

losing the good to gain the great

someone told me once..."sometimes, we need to lose what is good in order to gain what is great."

the picture above is my leather vest. the outlines are from the colors i removed on Sat. my colors were very dear to me. i wore them with pride and loyalty. my colors were good. the MC (motorcycle club) was good. i loved the good. i could have lived my whole loving the good. i actually wept when i gave them back.

leaving something that is really good for something that may not be great just yet...is not at all easy. but in your soul, you know God is challenging you, pruning you, even killing you...so that great may live.

what will take the place of good will soon be sewn onto my leather. vision from deep calling to deep. far beyond ability, far beyond capability into the unkown landscape of faith.

deep in the soul of every believer lies the primal. original. the way it was meant to be. there is a connection we feel when we tap into it, we feel it, we know what it is. nothing touches it after that. it becomes an addiction. we need it, gotta have it.

we try to cover it with stuff, put khakies and a sweater vest on it, tame it, domesticate it, keep it in the yard. but it is buck wild and we know it. this is why there are things like a mid life crisis. this is why men are leaving the church, why we lose passion, why we try and hang on to youth.

we were created for the primal life

good just aint good enough anymore.

my christmas present

yea, it is official, i am that guy.

seventh tat, each marking an event in my life. kinda like joshua and stone stacking.

the weirdest thing was shaving my arm. felt a little...2 smooth.

and yes...it freakin hurt!

life as a journeyman

most people go through life never getting hold of their deal. what they do. what God uses them for. most of us settle into life and wish for excitement and adventure. we settle into a routine and calendar and that is where we stay.

learned a few years ago what my deal is.

i am a journeyman.

i will never be famous. never have wealth or connections. i probably will not be recognized as one of those guys who makes it to the top of the latter. never be in great demand for speaking engagements for big events. never will be considered for denominational positions. may write a book one day, but it wont make any kind of list.

not really sure when it happened, but it did. being willing to drop it all and go where ever is not a big deal to us. we do it cause it is what we do.and in my twisted way of thinking, i am sure God trusts me to do it. not that there are not a thousand other guys who would do it better, but He knows when he calls...i answer, PDQ.

the downside is there are no deep roots. my kids suffered a bit from that. we blow into town stay a few years and blow out again. leaving in the wake friends who have changed us and a foundation for others to come and build on.

the expansion of the understanding of God based soley on scripture has been our mantra...have bible, will travel.

so we are off again. not sure where this time. but it really does not matter. it would be cool if we could stay for a while in a place. but it don't matter. when, where, what...what ever. when ever. where ever.

never boring.

always faithful.

never alone.

always willing.

never settling.

always growing.

never satisfied.

always resting.

this is my life.

living in the land of fools

entertainment is king.

with all the technology available, what we value most is the ability to have music when we want it.

oil is king.

with all the advancement made in the automobile, we still use the same fuel we did when it all started.

sex is king.

we are so obsessed with sex, commercials for pills have taken over, and we wonder why kids get pregnant and std's are rampant..

prosperity is king.

with all the death and sickness in the world, American Christians take pride in being Gods favorite. we have to be. otherwise, why am i so blessed. he loves you, but i am his favorite.

opinion is king.

read a blog lately?

excuses are king.

no one takes responsibility for their actions. we are all victims.

drugs are king.

self medication has become accepted and encouraged, by the same people who sell boner pills.

culture is king.

what is culture? and who the hell gave them the permission to set the standard for everyone? exactly.

But when the fullness of time had come, God sent forth his Son, born of woman, born under the law, to redeem those who were under the law, so that we might receive adoption as sons.
Galatians 4:4-5