Some emergent types want to recast as a limp-wrist hippie in a dress with a lot product in His hair, who drank decaf and made pithy Zen statements about life while shopping for the perfect pair of shoes. In Revelation , Jesus is a prize fighter with a tattoo down His leg, a sword in His hand and the commitment to make someone bleed. That is a guy I can worship. I cannot worship the hippie, diaper, halo Christ because I cannot worship a guy I can beat up.
- Mark Driscoll

How much of the inter-web based information do you truly believe? How do you know if the source is credible? Actually, for that matter how do you know if anything you've ever heard, read, or even seen before is real? The point is, question everything, you never know when you'll find out that everything you know is nothing at all; leaving you knowing absolutely nothing.

And then there's these, the torrid after waves,
Languid flourishings of frolicking affections,
and hopeful benedictions.

And then there's these , those bitter after tastes,
lingering like silence in the stringless keys.
Fluttering in stairwells and over the corner posts,
light time fading fast.

But, I'm young yet, say again and again and again,
until you're too old.
You're blood's ran thin, and the once ravishing rants are leaving
without word or wound to sorrowful soul.

There is no reason for speech, the subjective vomiting of nouns and verbs, colored with the adjectives and adverbs. Ther is no reason for words , stabbing deep in deeping wounds, scabbing over and peeling to scars. There is no reason for soothing speech, soft and buttered murmurings, sickly sweet and choking; stealing air and polluting the atmosphere of sound. The microphone is murdering silence and creating the next endangered species.

It is so easy to talk and to write about the idea of obedience, but it is a completely different matter to take those spoken words from the air, and written words from the page and turn them into real life application; to turn concept and into a life style, a life choice, a devoted life of servitude. ( that was a run-on yeeha) Pious men speak of obedience and devotion, but holy men barely utter these words. Holy men need not speak of such things because their lives and very existence display more volumes on the subject than words on a page could ever justify.

Do we really need this medication to tell us we're all right?
It's like fornication only without the fun that's found in the beginning phases,
only that which you hate, you, you , you

Be warned, I very well could be losing my mind...

Let's be trees