Am I Enough – Tabloid Treatment

Greetings Dear Reader,

It is so easy to see in current society how quickly we turn on those who lead us when there is a hint of scandal.  Even our top news agencies deal in gossip and speculation about the latest ill repute.  It no longer matters what is true.  Public perception becomes truth and we feast on the flesh of the fallen.

Job is in the 3000 BC equivalent of the tabloid news.  He recounts how everyone reviles him and counts him low.  He has been tried and convicted via rumor and speculation.  His “friends” have allowed this and not defended him.  Job, however, is innocent and righteous.

I must never engage in this on any level.  If I am to follow Christ with my entire heart then I cannot speculate, gossip, or inquire about the wrong doing of others.  I must observe and evaluate.  I must communicate in love.  I cannot judge and condemn.  It is not my place.

Viva La Vida – Cold Play

I used to rule the world

Seas would rise when I gave the word

Now in the morning I sleep alone

Sweep the streets I used to own

I used to roll the dice

Feel the fear in my enemy's eyes

Listen as the crowd would sing,

"Now the old king is dead! Long live the king!"

One minute I held the key

Next the walls were closed on me

And I discovered that my castles stand

Upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand

I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing

Roman Cavalry choirs are singing

Be my mirror, my sword and shield

My missionaries in a foreign field

For some reason I can't explain

Once you go there was never

Never an honest word

And that was when I ruled the world

It was the wicked and wild wind

Blew down the doors to let me in

Shattered windows and the sound of drums

People couldn't believe what I'd become

Revolutionaries wait

For my head on a silver plate

Just a puppet on a lonely string

Oh, who would ever wanna be king?

I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing

Roman Cavalry choirs are singing

Be my mirror, my sword and shield

My missionaries in a foreign field

For some reason I can't explain

I know Saint Peter won't call my name

Never an honest word

But that was when I ruled the world

Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh

I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing

Roman Cavalry choirs are singing

Be my mirror, my sword and shield

My missionaries in a foreign field

For some reason I can't explain

I know Saint Peter won't call my name

Never an honest word

But that was when I ruled the world

Wishing you joy in the journey,

Aramis Thorn

Mat 13:52 So Jesus said to them, "That is why every writer who has become a disciple of Christ’s rule of the universe is like a home owner. He liberally hands out new and old things from his great treasure store."

Job 30:1-31

“But now those who are younger than I am laugh at me. I didn't think their fathers were fit to sit with the dogs of my flock.  (2)  Of what use to me was the strength of their hands? Their strength is gone.  (3)  Shriveled up from need and hunger, they gnaw at the dry and barren ground during the night.  (4)  They pick saltwort from the underbrush, and the roots of the broom plant are their food.  (5)  They are driven from the community. People shout at them in the same way they shout at thieves.  (6)  They have to live in dry riverbeds, in holes in the ground, and among rocks.  (7)  They howl in bushes and huddle together under thorn bushes.  (8) Godless fools and worthless people are forced out of the land with whips.” 

(9)  "And now they make fun of me with songs. I have become a joke to them.  (10)  Since they consider me disgusting, they keep their distance from me and don't hesitate to spit in my face.  (11)  Because God has untied my cord and has made me suffer, they are no longer restrained in my presence.  (12)  They have attacked me on my right side like a mob. They trip my feet and then prepare ways to destroy me.  (13)  Yes, they remove all traces of my path in order to destroy me. No one is there to help me against them.  (14)  They come through a wide hole in the wall. They crawl through the ruins.  (15)  Terrors are directed toward me. They blow away my dignity like the wind. My prosperity vanishes like a cloud.” 

(16)  "Now my life is pouring out of me. Days of suffering seize me.  (17)  At night God pierces my bones. My body doesn't rest.  (18)  With great strength he grabs my clothes. He seizes me by the collar of my robe.  (19) He throws me into the dirt so that I become like dust and ashes.” 

(20)  "I call to you for help, but you don't answer me. I stand up, but you just look at me.  (21)  You have begun to treat me cruelly. With your mighty hand you assault me.  (22)  You pick me up and let the wind carry me away. You toss me around with a storm.  (23) I know you will lead me to death, to the dwelling place appointed for all living beings.”

(24)  "But God doesn't stretch out his hand against one who is ruined when that person calls for help in his disaster.  (25)  Didn't I cry for the person whose days were difficult? Didn't my soul grieve for the poor?  (26)  When I waited for good, evil came. When I looked for light, darkness came.  (27)  My insides are churning and won't calm down. Days of misery are ahead of me.  (28)  I walk in the dark without the sun. I stand up in public and call for help.  (29)  I'm a brother to jackals and a companion of ostriches.  (30)  My skin turns dark and peels. My body burns with fever.  (31)  So my lyre is used for mourning and my flute for loud weeping.”