No More Bull Shit

This may be one of my last postings here on my blog for a while, I’ll see, as things progress.

I have seen and continued to be lovingly reminded of the bull shit that continues to relentlessly harass me, and yes this awareness is all coming from my loving Father’s stubborn, unrelenting loving heart for me.

Without knowing and I mean just that KNOWING/experiencing His pure unconditional love for me, then its all bull shit no matter how it’s sliced or diced. His love alone is the only thing that can free me to be known for not only who I am, but who’s I am, and that has been the heartbeat/pulse of my life ever since this earth shattering awakening within me after seeing as it were my whole life being flushed down the toilet after being ‘euphemistically’ let go/fired from the ‘ministry’ from what I had been pursuing since he apprehended me in 1972.

When I say ‘earth shattering’ I mean just that, I am not being melodramatic in the least. Anyone who will try and tell me that having an ever increasing deepening relationship/holy encounter with this God/Father that IS a consuming fire is a cake walk is sadly and badly mistaken.

I am seeing but smidges of the overtness and the covertness of the indelible stain of sin that has permeated my flesh and ALL flesh, and there is NO escaping this horrific bastard apart from KNOWING the true, unconditional love of God the Father.
I was so profoundly motivated and encouraged by what my brother Darin Hufford shared the other day, (Permission to be Human) I would go as far as saying I was impaled with the truth of the Father’s great love that presented a fresh and living way of escape from all of the true lies I know I believe and those that are non the less covertly keeping me operating, being known for who I am NOT!

I can so readily identify with the lowly chameleon, because of knowing so much shit in my head about God’s love, a graphic picture that comes to mind are those babies born with huge heads because of water on the brain.
Without the reality of His love defining me as His son, bringing a living importance to what it means to have value, worth and significance, then because there are NO vacuums, I will easily take on the role of the chameleon, blending in with whatever bull shit it takes to try and define who I am.

I have never been more ecstatic in the devastation and deconstruction my loving Papa has and is doing in my life and in the lives of so many others.The church that Jesus is building is no bogus bull shit lie, what He saw in so much religion 2000 years ago has not changed one wit.
Outwardly the overt piousness/respectability of the religious leaders was more often than not but a cloaking device masking the covertness of them being as Jesus himself so lovingly and aptly put it, ‘You brood of vipers, you outwardly give the impression of that which is pure, but inwardly you are but empty tombs, filled with death and corruption-dead mans bones.

I so want to be one of His sons as a result of knowing/experiencing His love for me, not only worship Him with my lips, but deeply as well from and with my Whole heart.

That I might KNOW HIM!

Rich

Looking on the Heart

Love, true love, unconditional love, really is a mind bender isn’t it?

It talks about Jesus not needing any help in seeing through people, he knew them/us inside and out, we are by nature untrustworthy, and yet, he was never critical, condemning, or wanting to shame anyone.
In the face of knowing by personal experience when He took upon himself our flesh, which veiled within was full corruption, a depravity that is a master of disguise, illusion.
As I see it there is either sinful flesh or religious flesh, and yet Jesus said it was either flesh that flesh would reproduced or it was spirit that the spirit would reproduce, period.

I find it interesting that the term/word ‘sinner’ has a very twisted meaning in the minds of most folks, as does the word ‘saint.’
We are defined as sinners not because of our action/s, sins, but by the nature we were born with, it is out of that nature that the sins are manifested.
Likewise the ‘saint’ is not a saint because of the saintly things they do, but it is a definition of the reality of which they are, aka their identity.

It blows my mind knowing how Jesus was able to read/know the hearts of people and yet he did NOT judge them, just the opposite, He had such compassion upon them/us.

Maybe being quick to listen and slow to speak has more to it than meets the mouth?

Rich