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Your Name Here Ministries

You have a ministry, know it or not. At least I hope you do. Ministry is something for faithful people, accomplished in service to the Spirit. That third person of the Trinity moves where He will, arranging things just so the will of God is fulfilled through those who love Him.

The faithless, rather than serving, are used. We are every one subjected to the sovereignty of the Craftsman, and that precept is the main sticking point for faithless personalities. Somehow, they imagine the idea that God does not exist to be liberating rather than irrational, and do so despite all literary and historical evidence to the contrary augmented by testimony from His witnesses.

Imagination is a useful thing … when applied in a faithful mind. Otherwise, lies whispered by the enemy convince us we can alter the natural order of things by positing a situation to be so when it is not. It’s a spiritually fatal dynamic, and seeking out consensus in error and rebellion only makes matters worse.

Faithful minds see how their situation is established. The faithless decide how they wish things to be and go from there. Bedrock. Sand. Choose your building site carefully.

Wandering souls minister to themselves first, because their focus is narrow. They’ve not been called out to any higher purpose, because their imagining does not conceive such things. In the New Testament Timothy calls them “lovers of self, lovers of money, boastful, arrogant, revilers, disobedient to parents, ungrateful, unholy, unloving, irreconcilable, malicious gossips, without self-control, brutal, haters of good, treacherous, reckless, conceited, lovers of pleasure rather than lovers of God, holding to a form of godliness, although they have denied its power.”

What tragedy that is, to live without listening but braying one’s self-indulgent talking points day and night in the hope volume will suffice for validity. What pain it is to know the lessons of those lives will be absorbed largely by impressionable observers.

Did you think becoming a Christian would make life easier? It does not. It grants clarity instead, and some aspects of life afterward are difficult to watch. Life and death pass before your eyes. Good people suffer inexplicably, because being saved does not equate to omniscience, and the limited perspective of our current plane widens only to the extent we embrace our newly acquired faith.

What Christ needed to do most for you was accomplished before any of us ever were. What He does for us after we come to realize this is sometimes as unapparent as what He does with us.

He knows this, of course, and it is why we’re told to embrace the gift of faith that followed love in bringing us once and forever into His fold. Sure knowledge of divine love and saving grace and the sufficiency of Christ are there, worthy enough to keep us afloat through any storm, should it be our last.

You can give your life to Christ in a mere moment of conviction. The world can then eat at your soul for a lifetime afterward; it’s your choice moment by moment whether to stay in the fight. You’ll minister by overcoming. You’ll play your part in the temporary victories of lesser souls. Every bit of your life lived serving will matter in ways only Jesus will be able to explain once you’re able to ask Him face to face.

Being there might not build you a megachurch, but it might course-correct a single soul, one not so far along, who needed to hear your testimony. Feeding a hungry cat found on your hood one cold morning might not seem significant … until the animal makes you a better human being by showing you a lifetime of love in return. So sing. Work. Love. Live what you believe and you’ll have the same satisfaction Paul found, though he was in prison with the finish line of his race in sight.

Unfathomable numbers of small events over the course of a day work together in what He is doing, here and everywhere, all the time, all at once. Such is the extent of effort in scalable consciousness arising out of nontemporal superdimensionalism: fractal in scope, perfect in minuteness, and unassailable by any element of His Creation.

It was enough for Him in essence to tell Abraham, and answer Moses, “I am.” It is also enough from Him to tell us we are as well. Worry less. What He offers is free for the asking and was done just for you. Pick it up and put it in your pocket, child of God, and walk on.

Choose to love, -DA


In production news, the Editress is approaching sixty percent in production editing Novel12/Boone6, Ghosts of the Republic. Post-relocation life makes forecasting her normally consistent progress more difficult, but hopes persist for more time on target during upcoming holiday breaks. As in everything, we’re closer than yesterday and farther on than the day before. Stay tuned, and thank you. Readers rock my world.

True Measure

If you want to learn what there is to know about a person, ask of them their definition of faith, the child of hope and conviction of things unseen. You might get an answer out of Sunday school, or from wanderings through the world looking for an answer to the same question you posed, or the sarcasm spilling from the wounds of a reprobate mind.

The many connotations of the word faith weaves itself through our language, marking the essential nature of its consideration. But this is Memorial Day, a remembrance highlighting a powerful demonstration of the concept. Its validity is marked in formations of simple white headstones, row on row, each standing guard over the resting place of a soldier.

Not all died in war, but all served. Some met their last measure of devotion in a contest on foreign soil, while others returned to resume the life that, for a time, they had set aside in obedient service to something more, for the sake of what they believed.

Those who passed out of this life in war did not necessarily do so because of a shortcoming, failing, or loss. It was, in many cases, a last victory instead, and a final assessment and testimony to what he or she valued above what could be seen with earthly eyes.

Faith produces an order of loyalty beyond the self. To do otherwise is to bear the mark of faithlessness, and trade the vast potential inherent to our condition for a mean and lowly shadow of what we can become only through the Spirit.

To preserve oneself at any cost is futile, buying time with precious currency bankrupting our character. We live a life marked by a beginning and an end regardless. The days between are available to be lived as a noble or a coward according to what philosophy we embrace.

Faith at times lends vision clear enough to pierce the veil of the world, to discard the illusions of deception and grant clarity through to even the mind of God. Love is one manifestation of insight, and from that grasp of truth might emerge the strength to accomplish any number of divine goals. Sometimes—faith says—those cannot be tallied by this world.

Faith is the oxygenated blood moving our willing spirit through to what purpose we are given. So it was with those we remember today, and in every quiet time laced with appreciation of what we have, who labored before, and how we’ve been blessed. To put it all aside in favor of lesser ideals would be a sin even greater than never realizing our bounty at all.

John McCrae, at the very end of his days, knew its power. Because of this, his poem In Flanders Fields, below in part, will be recited today in a uncounted places by thousands of voices as his vision of the concept carries on:

If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields

May it never be so. On some future Memorial Day and each to follow we will know the peace they strived to achieve … if we carry on and believe.

Choose to love, -DA


In production news, the last chapters of the fourth title in Boone’s File, Meat for the Lion, now are passing under the eyes of the Editress. As the novel, my ninth, remains on schedule for an anticipated June release, there will be more to say next month, God willing.