Confessions of a Struggling Soul...#
Yes, I know my motives are all wrong. Deep down, everything is for self.
Yes, I know my motives are all wrong. Deep down, everything is for self.
Life is a battleground. It is not a playground. Wickedness is spilled with an increasing measure that mankind can no longer discern.
Some men may seek to rob the world of poverty, while others may strangely share an equal energy for vengeance.
Frustrating those close-by me all too often is my undeniable ability to voice a sequence of apparently disconnected thoughts that swim in tandem through the wash behind my eyes.
Evil is self-replicating. Every moment of every day worldwide it successfully manages self-multiplication.
Jesus - the assassin. . . this counter-cultural Messiah inverts man's thinking, upending it to destroy the world's foolishness and remove its sin.
Stealth temptation descends across our thoughts at various times as we blindly (and proudly) consider ourselves immune from sin and its enticements.
There is nothing new under the sun. What transpired two thousand years ago is repeated to this day.
Naivety should well be the domain of the Christ-dweller as much as innocence remains his virtue.