15 February 2019

Desperado ~ Closing Thoughts: Let Somebody Love You



“It may be rainin', but there's a rainbow above you,
You better let somebody love you (let somebody love you)
You better let somebody love you
Before it's too late.”

We have ridden a long way out here together.  Sometimes we make progress and other times we seem to move backwards.  We each carry pain that we do not share and often refuse to acknowledge.  We resist love.  The ways in which we do it vary.


We will refuse to let others serve us.  We are always “doing great.”  Our hard hearts drive us to search for the love we need in so many wrong and dangerous ways.  We harm ourselves and others.  We become harder and isolated. 

It is a process from which we can recover if we choose to do so.  We refuse to let others love us because they do not show love in the way we wish for them to show it.  Someone does not meet our standard so we withhold our love from them and we reject their efforts to love us.  It is enough if we realize that someone else is taking the risk to love us.  I say risk because every time we offer love to someone, we risk rejection.

All of this stems from our basic lack of understanding the foundational nature of the Father’s love for us.   We do not need to change or do anything for God to love us.  Rather, it is offered to us in every moment and the evidence of it is all around us.  It is in choose to accept and return that love that we make the turn toward home. 

I need to let God love me enough to be willing to love others.  I need to see that the love others show me is sufficient in what it is.  The idea of love from the Father seems foreign to us because of our need for it being so desperate.  People live what they have known.  They cannot know real love without the Father. 

I saw real love as young boy but then it was ripped away from me.  I then lived for years yearning for the love and becoming hard to anyone who did not show it to me.  I am just now learning to allow myself to be really loved again.  I am just starting to get the idea of how to go deeper in my love for others.

Consider this for a moment Dear Reader:  Desperados are desperate.  They have reached the point where the pain and hunger for love has driven them to the edge.  They become depressed, angry, and enamored of their hard hearts to the extent that they seem hard to love.  It is in this that I need to show them love the most. 

I may not be able or aware of how you need to be loved.  That does not mean that I do not love you.  I do, however, want to learn.  I want to love you and see your needs.  Please do not assume that I get it.  I usually do not.  I do love you Dear Reader.  I always will.  I cannot always show it well because of my own failures and my own hard places in my heart.  We could agree that we are going to love each other and learn to show it better. 

It is time for me to move along home.  My feet are weary and the road is still long.  It is the Father’s love that will sustain me.  I will always keep a seat by the fire for you and welcome your tales of the road.  I hope that mine with all their odd thoughts and complex questions show you that I love you.  Please, if you must reject my love for you, let somebody love you before it is too late.

Desperado – The Eagles

Desperado, why don't you come to your senses?
You been out ridin' fences for so long now
Oh, you're a hard one
But I know that you got your reasons
These things that are pleasin' you
Can hurt you somehow

Don't you draw the Queen of Diamonds, boy
She'll beat you if she's able
You know the Queen of Hearts is always your best bet
Now, it seems to me some fine things
Have been laid upon your table
But you only want the ones that you can't get

Desperado, oh, you ain't gettin' no younger
Your pain and your hunger, they're drivin' you home
And freedom, oh freedom, well that's just some people talkin'
Your prison is walking through this world all alone

Don't your feet get cold in the winter time?
The sky won't snow and the sun won't shine
It's hard to tell the night time from the day
You're losin' all your highs and lows
Ain't it funny how the feeling goes away?

Desperado, why don't you come to your senses?
Come down from your fences, open the gate
It may be rainin', but there's a rainbow above you
You better let somebody love you (let somebody love you)
You better let somebody love you
Before it's too late
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.”
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14 February 2019

Desperado ~ Come to Your Senses


Greetings Dear Reader,

“Desperado, why don't you come to your senses?
Come down from your fences, open the gate…”

The most difficult step can be the first one.  It is not always true that it is the first step. but it is hard to admit that we have hard hearts.   We are all that way towards something or someone.  It is when our hearts harden to love that we become the most in danger.

There is risk in allowing ourselves to be loved and to show love.  As long as humans are flawed this will be true.  As long as life has difficulties there will be those who choose to love in the moment and those who refuse to love.  There will be those who accept love and those who reject it. 

We may spend years bitter, angry, and resistant to love.  Or worse, we may not be bitter or angry and still refuse to be loved.  As the years flow through the glass we realize that we need the love of our fellow travelers.  We have not allowed people to love us for one reason or another and the quiet dark of our evenings becomes a burden.  Time will remind us that we need love. 

I have herd too many times the regrets of those who withheld love and resisted only to have the person they rejected or resisted die before there is resolution.  This is a pain I would wish on no one.  This is one of those events that marks us forever. 

The love we resist comes from our selfishness not our wisdom.  The love we withhold comes from our judgment and poor sight.  Everyone is worthy of being loved or none of us are.  We all fail to love completely every day.  If we measure each other by our failures we all come up wanting.  Our sliding scale is based on our values and not on the external truth that none of us deserves love but we are all worthy of it. 

We are called worthy of love by God.  He bases all his directives on the idea that we are to love him and each other without fail.  When we resist love, we resist the Father.  We reject the core of all that is moral and good.  We cannot call ourselves good if we refuse love in either direction.

It is never too late Dear Reader.  We can always choose this moment to love others above all the excuses, pains, and reasons we offer.  We can begin the journey back to loving others and allowing ourselves to be loved.  The journey is shorter than we think.  It may be painful and it may be difficult.  There will be fear and failure.  None of this is a good reason to resist love when it is offered.  We have to allow love to guide us home. 

The beautiful thing about it is that we need not change a thing to come out of the isolation.  We can find that we are loved right where we are.  We can come to accept being loved just as we are.  I came out here for a reason Dear Reader.  Let us walk together toward the love we both so desperately need – it is never too late to soften your heart.

Come as You Are – Crowder

Come out of sadness
From wherever you've been
Come broken hearted
Let rescue begin
Come find your mercy
Oh sinner come kneel
Earth has no sorrow
That heaven can't heal
Earth has no sorrow
That heaven can't heal

So lay down your burdens
Lay down your shame
All who are broken
Lift up your face
Oh wanderer come home
You're not too far
So lay down your hurt
Lay down your heart
Come as you are

There's hope for the hopeless
And all those who've strayed
Come sit at the table
Come taste the grace
There's rest for the weary
Rest that endures
Earth has no sorrow
That heaven can't cure

So lay down your burdens
Lay down your shame
All who are broken
Lift up your face
Oh wanderer come home
You're not too far
Lay down your hurt
Lay down your heart
Come as you are
Come as you are
Fall in his arms
Come as you are

There's joy for the morning
Oh sinner be still
Earth has no sorrow
That heaven can't heal
Earth has no sorrow
That heaven can't heal

So lay down your burdens
Lay down your shame
All who are broken
Lift up your face
Oh wanderer come home
You're not too far

So lay down your hurt
Lay down your heart
Come as you are
Come as you are
Come as you are
Come as you are

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.”
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13 February 2019

Desperado ~ Hardness becomes Numbness


Greetings Dear Reader,

“You're losin' all your highs and lows
Ain't it funny how the feeling goes away”

When we are hard-hearted to love, we calcify our feelings as well.  I have been in the place where I refused to feel.  I have used drugs and alcohol to numb the pain.  I have pursued temporary satisfaction to distract me for the great dissatisfaction.  None of it is a tenable or sustainable solution.

After we invest time in resisting love, we become numb to the feelings that would lead us to feeling loved.  Joy is elusive.  Mirth is focused on things that harm us instead of being rich and pure.  Most of the things that please us when we are hard-hearted to love actually damage us.  Then, they leave us.  They no longer work as a substitute.  They no longer satisfy.  The thrills are gone.

Our stony hearts no longer beat with the anticipation of what great thing will make us feel loved.  We have hardened ourselves because it might hurt.  We have to face things that are undesirable if we are to be loved.  We must confront our failures and the failures of others that hurt us with forgiveness and grace.

The stone of our hearts must be chipped away so that we feel the things required to forgive and seek forgiveness.  We are going to have to ride those highs and lows to get there.  I have been through this at an intense level over the last few months.  I had no idea how much I had cut myself off from feeling loved and just how hard my heart was becoming.  I can see it easily in others but was blind to the strong coil of chain I carried around my own heart.

We all do this to one degree or another.  We search for meaning without love.  We try to survive without that which is essential to all that we are becoming.  If we resist long enough the feelings flee and we are left empty and wanting.  We wonder in the quiet dark why we are alone.  It is almost always because we have resisted the love offered us because it did not fit the way we wished for it to fit.

We return over and over to the things we think will satisfy or please us.  We take what we need or want and use it as a fleeting temporary fix for our hunger.  It is not until we find the courage to accept being loved in the way others offer love to us that we begin to feel genuinely loved Dear Reader.  If we keep trying to do it on our terms, we will drain the things that seem to be temporary fixes.  We will become numb to the things that no longer satisfy and find we are trying to drink from a dry well.

There is, however, Jesus.  He promises that he will satisfy. He will love us deeply and richly.  He will chip away our stony hearts and replace them with a heart of flesh that beats for the good of others.  There is a way to become someone who loves and allows him or herself to be loved.  It does, however, require us to be willing to do it.

Dried Up Well – Mustard Seed Faith

All through this life
You wander her and there
Looking for something anything some place where people care
You search for meaning in a dark and dying world
You get no smiles except from those you know so well
And it's so hard
To even tell
You're trying to drink
From a dried up well!!

And through the years
The many roads you take
The many dreams you had the life you tried to make
The precious moments the suffering and the pain
The many times your happiness became tears that fell like rain
And the emptiness you feel inside
Is like a bird
That that hasn't learn to fly!

And now a door
Opens wide for you
The door is Jesus
Won't you come and walk on through?
His living waters will fill your dried up well
And overflow it with a love that you can tell is the answer your looking for
All you dream of
And so much more!

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.”
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12 February 2019

Desperado ~ False Freedom


Greetings Dear Reader,

“And freedom, oh freedom, well that's just some people talkin'
Your prison is walking through this world all alone”

When we chase the greener grass, avoid responsibility, and shirk accountability we often do it in the name of freedom.  We harden our hearts in the name of being free.  People tell us it is good and wise to reject someone and get free.  There are even songs that advise us to find ways to leave our lover, abandon our families, and be free from responsibility.  

The illusion of freedom and true freedom are very different things.  We think that if we cut off all the people that pose problems for us that we will get free.  In truth, it is a way of hardening our hearts.  We are required to love those same people and give them the freedom to learn and grow.  Instead, we almost harden our hearts against them refusing what love they can offer and withholding the love we are required to give.

We build beautiful prisons of isolation for ourselves and for others.  We claim we are finding ourselves, looking for a fresh start, or getting over this or that stress.  We hide our hardness in activities.  We busy ourselves with experiences and claim we are “living our dream”.   We become locked in the isolation our hard hearts create and then are surprised when it hurts to be alone.

Freedom only comes from loving others without condition or expectation.  It is the lack of condition or expectation that creates the freedom.  When our hearts are hard, we cannot give love to others.  We cannot be free until we determine that we will not be hard to any love that is offered us.  We cannot be loving until we get free from the things that isolate us from others and push them away.

I can find plenty of people who will “take my side’ or “justify my actions” but if that side and those actions withhold the active communication and demonstration of love to others it is not right.  It is not healthy and becomes a prison. I am obligated to have a heart yielded to loving others no matter what it costs me.  I must do so no matter how he or she treats me.  It is what the Father does for us.  He demonstrates his love in this way; whilst we were his enemies his Son died to redeem us.

As we move along home, we must soften our hearts to others even when they are at their worst.  We must love them and see the love they have to offer even if its capacity is limited.  It is not our place to decide who we will allow to love us.  All genuine love has the potential to heal.  I love you Dear Reader.  Even though I am flawed and fail often, my love for you is real.  It is a lonely place to reject love because it does not meet our expectations and demands.  I have done this and it is indeed a lonely prison of our own construction.  We have the power to be free but we have to want to do so.  I am happy to love you whilst you tear your prison down.  Keep walking with me and we will leave the stones of if beside the path.

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.”
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11 February 2019

Desperado ~ The Winter of Life


Greetings Dear Reader,

“Don't your feet get cold in the winter time?
The sky won't snow and the sun won't shine
It's hard to tell the night time from the day.”

I used to have a very dim view of my elders when they would say that they world is different than when they were young.  When they would bemoan that changes which they saw as negative and harmful, I would not see it the same way.  I would not see it and would think little of it.

I am now one of those.  I have discussed with some family and friends the changes I see in the world.  Paramount in those conversations is my thinking that there has been a recent significant change in the world.  It seems like the darkness in the world grows stronger and patches of real light are fewer.  Hearts are harder in so many places.

In many cultures, it is necessary for one to prepare for winter in order to survive.  Resources must be gathered and stored.  Sources of heat and shelter must be secured.  Winter comes and it does not care if we are prepared or not.  The place I lived last winter experienced severe bitter cold last week.  People died.

When I am alone, I ponder the winter of life.  What becomes vital is that I avoid the things that make a heart hard and a mind narrow. This becomes a constant choice to discipline my mind so that I keep my heart.  There are things one must do and things one must not do to avoid becoming hard-hearted in winter.

I must not ponder what I do not have.  It cannot be changed.  I can work toward what I wish for and desire.  I can manage what I desire to see that it aligns with what is good.  I have to guard against bitterness.  To do this, I must forgive everyone, every wrong, in every area as quickly and purely as possible.  I have to focus on faith and following in order to guard against finding anger and hardness as my companions.

The things that I must do are simple and complex all at once.  I must love everyone as they are, where they are no matter what the cost.  I have to realize that my resources to love are not limited.  The things that would scale and eventually harden my heart must be combatted by investing in things that soften it anew.

A friend recently posted a graphic that sums it up for me.  It was the image of a pie and the image of the numeric concept of Pi.   It quite simply said, “Love is not a pie, you hand out your eight pieces and you are done.  Love is Pi, irrational and never ending.”  The way to avoid a hard heart or to recover from one is to embrace this vital truth.  The great law is to love God and to love each other. 

Love is the thing that can chip away the stone from a heart.  If we work at loving others it is difficult to resist being loved.  Winter is coming Dear Reader.  If if you are young and in the spring time of your life you must still prepare for winter.  It is never too soon to being to love always.  It is never the wrong time to allow love into your heart and keep it safe from hardness.

I felt the wind change and know that winter is near.  I refuse to let the cold make my heart stiff and less responsive to love.  The cold may sting but I will carry inside me the love of Christ and make it free to anyone who wishes it.  I invite you to join me by this fire Dear Reader.

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.”
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10 February 2019

Desperado ~ I am Not Getting Younger


Greetings Dear Reader,

“Desperado, oh, you ain't gettin' no younger…”

Every year passes the same way.  Each grain of sand falls through the pinch of the present into the past piling up sands of another journey around the sun and toward home.  My closest friend writes a creative birthday greeting that he sends to his friends each year:

Rigel
As creation moves through its cosmic dance spinning ever to the One Song, the Uni-verse…We lift bowel and mug to toast your advent anniversary in the cosmic dance.  Your presence in the journey makes the path more enlightened, less dreary, and infinitely intriguing.  May you continue your steps in the dance with few missteps, magnificent partners, and feel the constant love of the Management’s approval.  Dance on knowing that we bless, love, laud, and applaud you.

He sincerely desires that every person born knows how much he or she is loved.  Even when he issues this kind greeting there are those who are resistant to it.  As I complete another journey round the sun and increase my efforts to love others in the pinch, I realize just how fast the time slips through the glass.  We find ourselves in that place where time flows so quickly but everything seems to take so long.   

When we resist the love of others time stretches and diminishes all at once.  Things that once distracted us from love lose their luster.  The quiet hours are filled with thoughts of what we really wish for as we draw closer to home.  Our longings gain stronger voice with deeper resonance. We understand that we are not getting younger long before our aches and pains tell us.

I likely have more years behind me than ahead of me.  I know what I wish for when I celebrate Holy Days and Birthdays.  They are simple.  I know what I want others to do when I am gone.  If I could have anything to celebrate my life it would be to have all of those I love around me at peace and free of pain, and knowing how deeply I love them without question or doubt. 

It occurs to me that Jesus wants the same thing.  He wants us to be with him, in harmony, at peace, and knowing the depth of the love he has for us.  We long for this from him and yet we resist it.  The core of it all is that we all both want and resist love.  Jesus offers it but will not force it on us.  He longs for us to love him but will not make us do it. 

As this day begins I long for the love of Christ to reach every human.  I long for those I love to believe that I love them deeply and for their hearts to be soft, not hard.  I will close the day with my pipe and a potent potable.  In that time, I will wish for a fire to sit beside and the company of my family.  Like Jesus, I may have to wait until all things are brought back to good for that to be a reality.  So instead of hearth and home I will greet tomorrow, the beginning of another year with taking the next step in the journey home, where the One who made me longs for me to be there far more than I yet understand.

I Sit Beside the Fire and Think – J.R.R. Tolkien – Performed by CamillasChoice

I sit beside the fire and think of all that I have seen,
Of meadow-flowers and butterflies in summers that have been
Of yellow leaves and gossamer in autumns that there were,
With morning mist and silver sun and wind upon my hair

I sit beside the fire and think of how the world will be
When winter comes without a spring that I shall ever see
For still there are so many things that I have never seen,
In every wood in every spring there is a different green

I sit beside the fire and think of people long ago,
Of people who will see a world that i shall never know
But all the while I sit and think of times there were before
I listen for returning feet and voices at the door

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.”
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09 February 2019

Desperado ~ What is Home???


Greetings Dear Reader,

“Desperado, oh, you ain't gettin' no younger
Your pain and your hunger, they're drivin' you home…”

For so many years I tried to create what I thought was home.  I dreamed of greater and nobler things than I actually worked for.  I prayed for things that would have enhanced my flaws and thankfully did not get them.  At the deepest core of my being I know that home is not a physical construct or even a gathering of like souls.

One of the things that cements our hearts is our lack of understanding of or belief in what home really is.  There are things here that can become a semblance of home. We may be comfortable and think we are at peace.  It is not wrong to have a home here or find that the lights and fire give us peace and rest.  It is wrong to think that even the best abode here is home.

When I discussed pain and hunger yesterday, I left out their purpose.  Pain and hunger are supposed to drive us home.  So are peace and rest.  In following Christ, we are being led home.  Nothing about this fallen broken world is home.  When we lose sight of this, we begin to harden our hearts in a subtle dangerous way.  

Comfort and rest are not wrong.  They are, however, supposed to be the exception not the rule during our journey home.  As I have been processing and continue to process my failures, I see that I have taken refuge in things that make me callous to the real needs of others.  Pain, hunger, hearth and rest are all meant to drive us home.  They are all designed to show us what we do not want and what we truly desire.

At the core of my soul is a vagabond journeying to an undiscovered country.  I have always been dissatisfied with this world.  I have always wanted to discover what is next.  I have also been hard-heated and given to the things that delay me from that part of the journey.  I have let the wounds of life distract and delay me instead of drive me.  I have tried to create that which I do not have the power to create.  I have craved that which subtly hardened my heart. 

Home is that Undiscovered Country and I must journey well through this wilderness to get there.  We must journey there together whenever possible Dear Reader.  We are supposed to care for each other along the way.  What we must not do is forget that the sorrow and joy here are just shadows of that to which we journey.  Even the best home is just a welcoming inn with some warmth and light to rest us so that we may journey again tomorrow.  The deepest pain is designed to push us closer to Christ where the only real comfort abides.

I am thrilled to journey with you whenever I can Dear Reader.  I love you and it is our duty to keep each other’s hearts soft.  We can rest when we need to as long as we remember to remind each other that we have someplace to be and a long way to go to get there.  So, tell me how I can help you along the way whilst I douse the fire and pack up the tent.  We have ground to cover today…


The Road Goes Ever On and On – J.R.R. Tolkien – Performed by CamillasChoice

The Road goes ever on and on
Down from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone,
And I must follow, if I can,
Pursuing it with eager feet,
Until it joins some larger way
Where many paths and errands meet.
And whither then? I cannot say.

The Road goes ever on and on
Out from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone,
Let others follow it who can!
Let them a journey new begin,
But I at last with weary feet
Will turn towards the lighted inn,
My evening-rest and sleep to meet.

Roads go ever ever on,
Over rock and under tree,
By caves where never sun has shone,
By streams that never find the sea;
Over snow by winter sown,
And through the merry flowers of June,
Over grass and over stone,
And under mountains in the moon.

Roads go ever on and on
Under cloud and under star,
Yet feet that wandering have gone
Turn at last to home afar.
Eyes that fire and sword have seen
And horror in the halls of stone
Look at last on meadows green
And trees and hills they long have known.

Still round the corner there may wait
A new road or a secret gate,
And though I oft have passed them by,
A day will come at last when I
Shall take the hidden paths that run
West of the Moon, East of the Sun.

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.”
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08 February 2019

Desperado ~ Time Drives Us...


Greetings Dear Reader,

“Desperado, oh, you ain't gettin' no younger
Your pain and your hunger, they're drivin' you home…”

We are driven every moment even when we do not realize it.  Time rushes through the pinch in the hourglass at the constant unrelenting speed of life.  We are pushed by our pain and hunger toward home even when we do not know where or what home is.  When we resist love and are hard toward it, we become driven by that void.

The first thing that one should consider is that we are all headed home.  Nothing about the world we live in is home even when we create a semblance of it.  There are many who are driven by their need for home without realizing that is a need.  When we find our home anywhere but in Christ, we will never be truly satisfied.  When we reject love the pain of it is multiplied. 

Our hunger to be loved and the pain of feeling unloved drive us to terrible things.  I can pin almost every terrible decision in my life to feeling unloved.  I see this hunger in others and the things they do to feed it.  I see the pain in others but not always soon enough.  I have been often blind to it until I did things that did not satisfy it.  I have made wrong choices due to the pain and hunger of a hard heart.  Imagine the impact if we saw every failure in others as a facet of their need for our love.

It is this pain and hunger that is at the heart of our selfishness and pride.  It is the search for a cure to that pain that drives us to our hard-heartedness.  We range far away from love looking for a substitute that will never ease our pain or satisfy our hunger.  Damaged and starving we see time run through us becoming an increasing reminder that we do not have what we need.

The moments all become the same as the call of love reminds us that what we need has always been available to us.  It is there, down the trail, at the home we are all heading toward.  We choose to try and get there alone and it does not work.  The pain of isolation increases and we repeat the patterns of foolish choices.

It is the same pain and hunger that are intended to drive us to the Father.  His love always satisfies but we refuse to let him.  His love always comforts but we seek comfort in other ways that instead mock us.  We indulge in things that harm us thinking they will feed us and ease our pain.  We feel the mockery of false substitutes and instead of relenting we amp up our pride and harden our hearts further.

Nothing but genuine love will satisfy.  When we give love and allow love to be given to us, even the hardest heart will soften.  It is in love that we must do all things Dear Reader.  We must even accept love when we do not want to because it may be another hard heart trying to become flesh again.  Time will slip away and no matter how hard we have become we will find that we can no longer resist the call to cross into that undiscovered country that has as its foundational law to love and be loved.  Why not be prepared for it before we get there Dear Reader? 

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.”
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