“13 I write these things to you who believe in the name of the Son of God, that you may know that you have eternal life. 14 And this is the confidence that we have toward him, that if we ask anything according to his will he hears us. 15 And if we know that he hears us in whatever we ask, we know that we have the requests that we have asked of him. 16 If anyone sees his brother committing a sin not leading to death, he shall ask, and God will give him life—to those who commit sins that do not lead to death. There is sin that leads to death; I do not say that one should pray for that. 17 All wrongdoing is sin, but there is sin that does not lead to death. 18 We know that everyone who has been born of God does not keep on sinning, but he who was born of God protects him, and the evil one does not touch him. 19 We know that we are from God, and the whole world lies in the power of the evil one. 20 And we know that the Son of God has come and has given us understanding, so that we may know him who is true; and we are in him who is true, in his Son Jesus Christ. He is the true God and eternal life. 21 Little children, keep yourselves from idols.” (1 John 5:13-21 ESV)

Trusted frameworks beckon in the urgency of the hour, either to grab and insist, or more patiently to ask: what is my impetus here? What can I contribute? Am I coaxed or otherwise caving in around what Jesus showed we do to our brother or sister in Christ? Am I leaning on others? Am I too emphatic around that framework holding fast, that I am a bit impermeable or unmalleable in the wrong senses of the words? We have our up-and-at-’em mindset, which mindset runs amok all of a sudden, minus our rational thought and measured response. We act scarcely having thought through or “approved” the injunction, the action, the so-called “reasonable” response.

But all this is, if weighty, still a false backdrop in light of, “I will never leave you nor forsake you”. In light of, “If you ever need a helping hand…”. In light of, “Patience, young soldier, the battle is too weighty for you to take on alone”. That, “the gifts and the callings of God are irrevocable”. Sense, O young ones, the soldier in you who reckons with mild jealousies with pure emphatic reactive repentance and request for a Spirit-led new mindframe. See, too, that we are even of late Compromised… by our sinful imagination, by dreams, by—let’s concede no land—the fact of spiritual war. Concede no turf, in the devil’s lying war around just how and via whom—via what loving brotherly, sisterly, together gender-less in Christ—we are close to, what relationships are bearing much fruit, what-all the Spirit can get up to as we lay subdued and falsely too penitential.

And on the edge of Tomorrow, can the gestalt continue to Motivate, the happy sentiments continue to “Surf” the waves of hither and thither, coming and going, of enough sentiment and Juice to bide the hour spent in prayer, but not so much as to wax lazy, overly sentimental or reflective, but that indeed this hour, lives are laid down, in heroic preamble to a future War, that assessments, job interviews are being filled out, judgments are being made as to just whom and how strictures of society actually in some cases Working, are turned to simple rules of management and how we lean in Christ-fashion, on the passerby who helps to carry each of our crosses, on the Goodness in a Samaritan who helps, in a ill-reputed woman who washes the feet, in a discipleship cohort that gives our Christ His resting ground and His society, even though He in fact is content all alone with the Father as well.

Eye hath not seen nor ear heard what God has in store for those who love him. For those who are called according to His purpose. We will breathe our last with a stern countenance because we Encountered—in prayer, in mindful dreamscapes—life on a grander scale, small things rising up as big entities, realities in the shared Room. God dreams on our behalf, to make of simpler humble servants—meek and on a donkey—a Lord, and a Lady. But the religion called “Jesus is Lord”… in this, the emphasis is not on bonk-you-over-the-head lordship talk, but of the meeker fact of just Who is Lord, our servant friend on His donkey. So easy to abuse. So easy to lean in on. So easy to come to rely on: we would miss Him, should He go to a better place. For He is assigned a Heaven and a Better Future, that we one day, soldiers of the Cross like Him, are also destined for.