Catching a Glimpse:

Tonight, I caught a glimpse of the heart of God for His people… and it broke mine. Like the prophet in God’s presence in Isaiah 6, I felt utter despair at the condition of my soul. I could do nothing but cry out, for the weight of my uncleanliness was too much to bear.

Like Isaiah, I cried out, “Woe to me, for I am a man of unclean lips… living among a people of unclean lips!” God has so much for His people, but we limit Him by our complacency, by our religion.

God’s vision for His people is so much more than we could dream out. It’s relentless, provocative, and world changing - it is the essence of Christ at work in mortal man. It is a switching of our blood type from Adam negative to Christ positive! It is the complete redemption of our souls, a kindling of a fire, which burns hotter than natural means.

The angels sing, “Holy, holy, holy… is the Lord God almighty…” and God responds to His people, “Be holy as I AM holy.” It’s not an option; it’s all or nothing. It’s go big or go home. It’s do everything you do, with that aforementioned burning passion or reside in vomitous mediocrity.

God is calling holy soldiers into His ranks, clad in flame embossed armor – reminding them that Christ is their righteousness and the Holy Spirit has placed His seal upon, picking up their sword with their cross and march to the battle. The mission is clear: search out those who are lost and bring them into the light and when it comes to the enemy, take no prisoners. Their weapons are prayer and petitioning of the Most High to bring low the enemy and scatter his bones like ashes to wind.

So are you for or against Him? There is no middle ground. Let all those who love His salvation extol Him, saying: “The Lord be exalted!”

Hail to the King.

I Can't Be Your Friend:

As you well know, I've established a Myspace page last week and have experienced a great deal of drama as a result - a few spammed propositions later, I discovered that the one thing that you cannot do on this grand network of internetness, where 12 year old girls are magically transformed into 24 and where 65 year old men and testosterone pumping college juniors, the one thing I cannot do is be my own friend.

Imagine that!

I can't even respond to comment that were made on my profile!

I thought deeper of these implications. I thought of all of the good times I had while it was just myself and I. Were all of those times a sham? Did it mean nothing to myself all of those words that I said of how I took care of myself. Was it all an elaborate sham?

I don't know what to do with myself now that I realize that we can't be friends. I just can't walk away from a 22 year relationship like that... and who is Myspace to tell me that we can't be friend. I will be my friend, for the love of baked apple goods!

Enough rambling... Damien out.