The first Word stretched out voids and foundation—this Word came first. Second words are the songs of praise from the sons of God who tell great glories of learned sciences near and far. Second Words: Measuring the stretched out lines of God. |
by
|
Second Words:
Measuring the stretched-out lines of God
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * ** * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * ** * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
New articles arriving 50 long time re-organizing.
Beginning now, as a Peer Preview (or Peer PerView), this section will show a list of the next 50 titles of my upcoming articles for my new feature: Morning Papers. The trailers for each title will follow soon. This page will allow readers to view, and by their popular vote or request, help me to start work on the next outline from my additional titles page. [Total outlines as of this week, over 3,292 additional titles.]
Click on a Trailer (synopsis) to read the enlargement.
More about Peer Preview: this is a venue where readers will get a sneak preview of some of the subjects I would like to write about in future. Here, they may give suggestions, ask questions, comment, and hey, even inform me about a collaboration they might like to do with me sometime. Especially this might be worthwhile if one has already thought about writing on the same subject, theme, or meme entitled here. If I can merge ideas from my outlines with outlines which my readership may already have, it should be very educational, and additionally it just might be extremely enjoyable.
Click on a Trailer (synopsis) to read the enlargement.
More about Peer Preview: this is a venue where readers will get a sneak preview of some of the subjects I would like to write about in future. Here, they may give suggestions, ask questions, comment, and hey, even inform me about a collaboration they might like to do with me sometime. Especially this might be worthwhile if one has already thought about writing on the same subject, theme, or meme entitled here. If I can merge ideas from my outlines with outlines which my readership may already have, it should be very educational, and additionally it just might be extremely enjoyable.
[Synopses (Trailers) to start appearing soon; look, this page. In the meantime if you like an article's title,
drop a line to the Email below. I may even send you its outline or its trailer.]
End Time Papers
[email protected]
drop a line to the Email below. I may even send you its outline or its trailer.]
End Time Papers
[email protected]
The First 50 Special Editions of Morning Papers
The Quiet Worlds Of Meanings (Posted)
Yet Another 'Someone Else's Prayer' (Posted)
God Shall Rebuke Himself (Posted)
The Words Of God are The Wellsprings Of Life (Posted)
Where is Isaiah 58 In The Book Of Revelation? (Where Is Waldo Series) (Posted)
Even At Evening, A New Eastern morning (Posted)
The Surprise Miracle of Any Relationship (Posted)
The Cornerstone Addendum: The Cornerstone (Posted)
This is How He was…(with addendum: The Acts Of Jesus) (posted, June 12, 2022)
The Only Sure Place In The Universe
For The Ninety and Nine Nails
Of Present Truth
The Door Was Open (Posted)
Covering Unveiled: How Great The Love (Posted)
At The End Of Every Sermon There Is A Test (Click here for Trailer)
Divine Compression (Click here for Trailer)
Oh The Magnini In Every Word
That Procedeth Out Of The Mouth Of God
Numerical: After The Parousia (Posted)
Let Us Stop Hating The Reed (Series)
Let Us Stop Hating The Reed - 2
The Woman So-loved Her DN-Arrangement That She Would Risk Dying For Her Man-Child
The Leaders Here; The Leaders There (Posted)
Throughout My Day, My Business Plan Is To Know Why You Are There,
And To Act In Love Toward You (A Promise Within Myself) (posted, July 12 2022)
Delay of Game?
So Wondrous Is This Covenant
Nine Sabbath School Lessons In The Book Of Revelation (Posted)
Sabbath School or Worship: Which Does He Do First (Posted)
Nine Sabbath School Lessons In The Book Of Revelation: Addendum: Cornerstone (Posted)
Think: How Many Hours...
Numerical: The Only Book In The Bible That Gets Vetted
By Every Other Book In The Bible (Posted)
Invisible Arrows From A Bow Called The Word (Posted)
Relationship: The Most Mathematical Math-Worthy
of the Universe (Trailer)
Again and Again That God Principle (Posted)
‘Of’, One Of The Most Instructive Passages In the Bible
Just One More Day….
Judge: You Are ‘Out of Order’, But You Don’t Have To Comply
The Only True Investment Based On time
Oh That I Were Not Judged By The Content Of My Character
His and Ours (promises are a part of the fabric of time)
Talking Like The Elders—At Twelve
Enoch, Ellen and Daniel Were Always 3 Years Ahead
Talks At The Rim Of Forever
Adam’s Tailor
Receivers of Sin: Christ And Eve In A Garden
How Many Persons Did It Take To Make The Video Of The Cross
The Un-rideable Horse
Feed My Lambs:
Out There in the Dark Some of the Wolves Close Their Eyes
Covenants of Meanings:
The True Inherent Deed of DNA
Not Only Is There A Fire Out There...
The Maths That Made This Kozmos
When Emotional Habitudes Fail:
One Act of Kindness Paid Forward
Is That All To The Rest Of The Story?
I Am Warmed I Am Changed By His Simple Bloom
We Are People Of The Book, Not People Of The Pentecost
Not Only Raised...But Electrified
Why Do We Follow The Emotional Monies?
Will The Real Sun-Thing Stand Up?
The Four Countries Of The Apocalypse
Pray, Talk, and Then Do Politics?!
A Rightly Divided Direction
Life doesn't stop being lovely just because I die
Memory Beings
Jesus Was Blended
Peter Had Miracle Block On
* * *
Dot 2 Dot: Where Is Wisdom?
(Where is Waldo?)
Where Is The Crushing Of The Serpents Head In The Book Of Revelation
Where Are The Weepers In The Book Of Revelation
Where Is The ‘King Of The North’ In The Book of Revelation
Where Is The Stone Cut Out Without Hands In The Book of Revelation
Where Is The Rebecca And Isaac’s Servant (Abram’s) Story In The Book Of Revelation
Where Is Adam Bound For Nearly A Thousand Years In The Book Of Revelation
Where Is The First Sabbath School of Genesis In The Book Of Revelation
[Synopses (Trailers) to appear soon; look, this page. In the meantime if you like an article's title, drop a line to the Email below.]
End Time Papers
[email protected]
Yet Another 'Someone Else's Prayer' (Posted)
God Shall Rebuke Himself (Posted)
The Words Of God are The Wellsprings Of Life (Posted)
Where is Isaiah 58 In The Book Of Revelation? (Where Is Waldo Series) (Posted)
Even At Evening, A New Eastern morning (Posted)
The Surprise Miracle of Any Relationship (Posted)
The Cornerstone Addendum: The Cornerstone (Posted)
This is How He was…(with addendum: The Acts Of Jesus) (posted, June 12, 2022)
The Only Sure Place In The Universe
For The Ninety and Nine Nails
Of Present Truth
The Door Was Open (Posted)
Covering Unveiled: How Great The Love (Posted)
At The End Of Every Sermon There Is A Test (Click here for Trailer)
Divine Compression (Click here for Trailer)
Oh The Magnini In Every Word
That Procedeth Out Of The Mouth Of God
Numerical: After The Parousia (Posted)
Let Us Stop Hating The Reed (Series)
Let Us Stop Hating The Reed - 2
The Woman So-loved Her DN-Arrangement That She Would Risk Dying For Her Man-Child
The Leaders Here; The Leaders There (Posted)
Throughout My Day, My Business Plan Is To Know Why You Are There,
And To Act In Love Toward You (A Promise Within Myself) (posted, July 12 2022)
Delay of Game?
So Wondrous Is This Covenant
Nine Sabbath School Lessons In The Book Of Revelation (Posted)
Sabbath School or Worship: Which Does He Do First (Posted)
Nine Sabbath School Lessons In The Book Of Revelation: Addendum: Cornerstone (Posted)
Think: How Many Hours...
Numerical: The Only Book In The Bible That Gets Vetted
By Every Other Book In The Bible (Posted)
Invisible Arrows From A Bow Called The Word (Posted)
Relationship: The Most Mathematical Math-Worthy
of the Universe (Trailer)
Again and Again That God Principle (Posted)
‘Of’, One Of The Most Instructive Passages In the Bible
Just One More Day….
Judge: You Are ‘Out of Order’, But You Don’t Have To Comply
The Only True Investment Based On time
Oh That I Were Not Judged By The Content Of My Character
His and Ours (promises are a part of the fabric of time)
Talking Like The Elders—At Twelve
Enoch, Ellen and Daniel Were Always 3 Years Ahead
Talks At The Rim Of Forever
Adam’s Tailor
Receivers of Sin: Christ And Eve In A Garden
How Many Persons Did It Take To Make The Video Of The Cross
The Un-rideable Horse
Feed My Lambs:
Out There in the Dark Some of the Wolves Close Their Eyes
Covenants of Meanings:
The True Inherent Deed of DNA
Not Only Is There A Fire Out There...
The Maths That Made This Kozmos
When Emotional Habitudes Fail:
One Act of Kindness Paid Forward
Is That All To The Rest Of The Story?
I Am Warmed I Am Changed By His Simple Bloom
We Are People Of The Book, Not People Of The Pentecost
Not Only Raised...But Electrified
Why Do We Follow The Emotional Monies?
Will The Real Sun-Thing Stand Up?
The Four Countries Of The Apocalypse
Pray, Talk, and Then Do Politics?!
A Rightly Divided Direction
Life doesn't stop being lovely just because I die
Memory Beings
Jesus Was Blended
Peter Had Miracle Block On
* * *
Dot 2 Dot: Where Is Wisdom?
(Where is Waldo?)
Where Is The Crushing Of The Serpents Head In The Book Of Revelation
Where Are The Weepers In The Book Of Revelation
Where Is The ‘King Of The North’ In The Book of Revelation
Where Is The Stone Cut Out Without Hands In The Book of Revelation
Where Is The Rebecca And Isaac’s Servant (Abram’s) Story In The Book Of Revelation
Where Is Adam Bound For Nearly A Thousand Years In The Book Of Revelation
Where Is The First Sabbath School of Genesis In The Book Of Revelation
[Synopses (Trailers) to appear soon; look, this page. In the meantime if you like an article's title, drop a line to the Email below.]
End Time Papers
[email protected]
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * ** * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Whether it is a lecture to a divergent, down-faced child, a sermon to an audience of gatherers, or a prophecy delivered to a wayward king, at the end of every talk there is a test. (This is just one of the several articles I want to write about the critical development of feelings, heart, and the inner mind. For several other trailers and lists of my other articles, see here: (All Titles)
Credits: Allec Gomes: Seed; Aaron Burden: [email protected]
Credits: Allec Gomes: Seed; Aaron Burden: [email protected]
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * ** * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
* * * * * * * Posted * ** * * * *
(Trailer)
From the inner estate of the Higgs boson and outward to the farthest galaxy, we find again and again that God Principle. It has its mystery to shine, then there is its power, and it is complicated beyond the indomitable speed of freedom. Though I should like to caution some who venture to speak about its name: Please stop dumbing it easy. Hinted at by the morning light, it star-streaks through extensible time. Its complexity registers among field theorems, dances with virtual AI, but is reserved down deeper still, tucked behind the core elementals which darkly move all matter; yet it is even more impressible than these, in that, if we were to understand all the precepts of just one Godly promise, the spirit would faint and the candle of the Lord fall. And finally, within all this scribing that tells of a greater glory, we may take license to live and move and have our being, while again and forever again this principle of God abides with us. (To all my science brethren who love physics as greatly as I do, this would be a writing I shall dedicate just to you; so that I may smile along with you when I finally reveal in article which principle I have in view.) * * * * * * * * (Posted) * * * * * * * *
|
* * * * * * * Un-posted * ** * * * *
1st John or 2nd John * * * * * * * Posted * ** * * * *
1,865 More Titles in the More Section (Click Here)
|
Morning Papers Past will appear with addendums owing to the urgency of the worst
of our present times and the best of eternity to come thus bringing us a very bright Jesus.
of our present times and the best of eternity to come thus bringing us a very bright Jesus.
Click on Trailer to enlarge -or- Click on Trailer, if posted yet, to go to its article.
* * * * * * * Un-posted * * * * * * *
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * ** * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
'Round Midnight
’Round midnight and throughout the day I hear the breath of my own demons blaring out from under the Dumb Street Bridge, like a trumpet, full-toned and high, no different than any or all of your own...but deep within, arising from the Lover of my soul and from the quiet of His asking, comes my customary leading to others: how may I help you...
Credits: Bridge: Bruno Mira; Alley: Morica Pham – Unsplash.com
Credits: Bridge: Bruno Mira; Alley: Morica Pham – Unsplash.com
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * ** * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
This Is How He Was On The Day They Blinded Him
Addendum added June 12, 2022
This is How He was…But This is How He Will Be later…
When He was on earth He did 365,000 miracles in 3 ½ years, drank a bitter cup, and died on a specific hour of the clock. This is how it was for Him on the day they blinded Him, made Him sick with sin, made him miserable, stripped Him naked and took all His possessions away, including His life. On that day, He was Wretched, Miserable, Poor, Blind, and Naked for all of us.
When He returns we will see Him as He is, not as He was, for we will see Him as ever-living first born and King for a Forever; as opposed to King for a Day. He will also perform a Holderness Number of miracles in one resurrection morning alone for thousands of millions in order to change them from earth manure to glory, giving them enough spirituality to think and know all the Goods of their God. Evil will finally be on its way out of the universe, never to raise its head a second time.
We will see Him as He is…
1 John 3:2
“Beloved, now are we the sons of God, and it doth not yet appear what we shall be: but we know that, when he shall appear, we shall be like him; for we shall see him as he is.”
On the day they blinded Him…
Revelation 3:17
“Because thou sayest, I am rich, and increased with goods, and have need of nothing; and knowest not that thou art wretched, and miserable, and poor, and blind, and naked:”
Giving them enough spirituality…
1 Corinthians 13:12
“Now we see but a dim reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known.”
* Holderness Number. See link below and paragraph 5 of the article…
https://katachriston.wordpress.com/2011/10/05/the-largest-number-representing-something-empirical/
On The Day They Blinded The Son Of God
Addendum: The Acts of Jesus
The number 365,000 is just a number that shows the order of magnitude we are talking about when comparing the acts of Jesus with the acts of medical personnel today. Imagine, if we will, being a surgeon and doing withered arm repair surgery. We may do such and such number of surgeries a week, totaling such and such number of restorations; restoring a patient to some percentage of ‘gain of function’. Our surgical operations would take x number of hours, and result in—on the spot—a beginning 12 percent of return of function at best.
Now imagine such a mobile, surgical hospital with a patient load of 5,000 people on a grassy waiting room; and each patient sitting in their pains which vary in complexity from blindness (yes, this is a ‘pain’, a severe crippling one also) to systemic palsy—And the number of surgicals scheduled for the day being all-of-them. Each visit, say, lasts 30 seconds and involves greeting the patient, collecting their tears, and honoring their request: the surgical itself lasting but a moment of touch or even the speak of a word in the case of demonic possession. Total time of this shift: 1.7 days; the nurses recording the paperwork are, of course, angels.
Sid Schwab: surgeon, newspaper Columnist, Vietnam Vet, author (1977–present)
I can’t think of any surgeon, nor in my career have I ever seen or been one, who works an 8-hour shift. Most don’t work shifts. Of those that do, more likely than not they’re 12 hours. Or 24. And those would be akin to surgical hospitalists. The typical surgeon works as many hours a day as needed to do the work. Not including coming in frequently at night.
Nor do surgeons do nothing but operate. They have office hours. They make rounds. They do charting. They eat.
Some have designated blocks of hours at their disposal in an operating room. In some situations, they may be eight-hour blocks. Or less. Some operations, singly, take eight hours. Some take twenty minutes.
Jesus’s hours varied, as we know from scripture, but His results were extraordinary and these results steal the show in most or all of the recordings in the books of the ‘the Acts of Jesus’. But not often do the statistics regarding the cases get detailed press. As a medical person, I find these acts far above any earthly caliber that I am aware; I find them wonderful and inspiring, and each ‘100 percent restoration’ stamp leaves me astonied for over an hour after review. Hence, I have given a number that would hopefully represent the sum of these Gospel stats, and which may by way of specificity guide us toward thoughts we may use to meditate with the next time we put our reading finger to the Acts of Jesus.
When He was on earth He did 365,000 miracles in 3 ½ years, drank a bitter cup, and died on a specific hour of the clock. This is how it was for Him on the day they blinded Him, made Him sick with sin, made him miserable, stripped Him naked and took all His possessions away, including His life. On that day, He was Wretched, Miserable, Poor, Blind, and Naked for all of us.
When He returns we will see Him as He is, not as He was, for we will see Him as ever-living first born and King for a Forever; as opposed to King for a Day. He will also perform a Holderness Number of miracles in one resurrection morning alone for thousands of millions in order to change them from earth manure to glory, giving them enough spirituality to think and know all the Goods of their God. Evil will finally be on its way out of the universe, never to raise its head a second time.
We will see Him as He is…
1 John 3:2
“Beloved, now are we the sons of God, and it doth not yet appear what we shall be: but we know that, when he shall appear, we shall be like him; for we shall see him as he is.”
On the day they blinded Him…
Revelation 3:17
“Because thou sayest, I am rich, and increased with goods, and have need of nothing; and knowest not that thou art wretched, and miserable, and poor, and blind, and naked:”
Giving them enough spirituality…
1 Corinthians 13:12
“Now we see but a dim reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known.”
* Holderness Number. See link below and paragraph 5 of the article…
https://katachriston.wordpress.com/2011/10/05/the-largest-number-representing-something-empirical/
On The Day They Blinded The Son Of God
Addendum: The Acts of Jesus
The number 365,000 is just a number that shows the order of magnitude we are talking about when comparing the acts of Jesus with the acts of medical personnel today. Imagine, if we will, being a surgeon and doing withered arm repair surgery. We may do such and such number of surgeries a week, totaling such and such number of restorations; restoring a patient to some percentage of ‘gain of function’. Our surgical operations would take x number of hours, and result in—on the spot—a beginning 12 percent of return of function at best.
Now imagine such a mobile, surgical hospital with a patient load of 5,000 people on a grassy waiting room; and each patient sitting in their pains which vary in complexity from blindness (yes, this is a ‘pain’, a severe crippling one also) to systemic palsy—And the number of surgicals scheduled for the day being all-of-them. Each visit, say, lasts 30 seconds and involves greeting the patient, collecting their tears, and honoring their request: the surgical itself lasting but a moment of touch or even the speak of a word in the case of demonic possession. Total time of this shift: 1.7 days; the nurses recording the paperwork are, of course, angels.
Sid Schwab: surgeon, newspaper Columnist, Vietnam Vet, author (1977–present)
I can’t think of any surgeon, nor in my career have I ever seen or been one, who works an 8-hour shift. Most don’t work shifts. Of those that do, more likely than not they’re 12 hours. Or 24. And those would be akin to surgical hospitalists. The typical surgeon works as many hours a day as needed to do the work. Not including coming in frequently at night.
Nor do surgeons do nothing but operate. They have office hours. They make rounds. They do charting. They eat.
Some have designated blocks of hours at their disposal in an operating room. In some situations, they may be eight-hour blocks. Or less. Some operations, singly, take eight hours. Some take twenty minutes.
Jesus’s hours varied, as we know from scripture, but His results were extraordinary and these results steal the show in most or all of the recordings in the books of the ‘the Acts of Jesus’. But not often do the statistics regarding the cases get detailed press. As a medical person, I find these acts far above any earthly caliber that I am aware; I find them wonderful and inspiring, and each ‘100 percent restoration’ stamp leaves me astonied for over an hour after review. Hence, I have given a number that would hopefully represent the sum of these Gospel stats, and which may by way of specificity guide us toward thoughts we may use to meditate with the next time we put our reading finger to the Acts of Jesus.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * ** * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Why Do You Write So Much....
(with apologies to my students, but no apologies to my professional colleagues)
A Solitary Word
I have always wondered: if a person only had or only knew how to spell one word, would that even be possible? And while I wondered about this, I could recall seeing hundreds of scenes that I have personally witnessed in which, even before a baby had become a true language-learner, I could see words entering into that little one's wide-opened eyes. I have a 'for years' collection of such sightings: a father or mother mooning their face into the orbital space of the baby's out-of-focused exosphere. I have always enjoyed seeing the baby’s face glow and then their toothless rims show as they created the smallest miracle. In these endearing repartees ‘I saw the light’…of words.
Babies for certain don’t know the names or the meanings of these words, yet words indeed pass back and forth along the invisible beams which we humans use in sharing our love-joys. Or is it just my imagination: that babies somehow know meanings of words that aren't words yet, and know meanings about meanings which have not been explained to them. And yet, and still, these ‘children of man’ quickly grow— like the big bang—their own worlds from essentially nothing; wherein thoughts and meanings somehow deliver a memorandum of understanding about a university of understanding that has no known address. The results being labeled and commented on by wise grandparents as: the plumbing, and how it always works.
I guess the wonderment above is a try at giving an answer to why I (and humans) write. But the question that comes often to me is: why do you write so much? In this Morning Paper I want to give a short answer to this very preponderant question.
And The Being Goes On
Over these 'years' of observing these miracle-movies and their happy co-stars, I have seen both adult and baby magically pull a word right out of a word, and then deftly pull another one right out of the same word. And so the 'being goes on'; the learning extends. Long before they can spell a word, these young mind-learners advance exponentially. There seems to be many more volumes of word-play going on in these unsaid sessions than there are in those which are read by the infant from a page. Tons of internet, electron transactions, and google searches have been going on here—and quite literally: this type of internet has been going on long, long before there was The Internet.
This ability to catch and hold unspelled words is a great example of how intricately the Maths of Life are built into us; so deeply framed are they that right out of the bun, with hardly a thought in mind, the soul just silently scoops up a googol of words as effortlessly as the skin loves and synergizes with the speeds of sunlight. All the while the life of the child handsomely becomes more and more meaningful. This is man's indomitable powerhouse of learning in action; this, the whole prime directive—written or unwritten—which ineffably charges us.
More New Words, Sarge!
We can always see this conduit of life in use, no matter what the academic grade or the season—summer or fall, running or jumping, humans are always pulling up these live rabbits. As it is, we all perform this habit of life. This meaningful flow expelliates in every game we invent as children, and in every friendship we interact in. These intense numerical sentences always seem to self-magically laugh their way out of us. This truth underscores the maxim which I have always told my youth: 'The more words you know, the more meaningful the life.'
To illustrate some of this, let’s say: if a person enjoys the use and understands the nuances of slang—I mean, really enjoys it to the height that academia enjoys it; might that one also enjoy Chinese, French, Spanish, and all the other languages to a similar level? All communication has meanings and sentiments, nuances and glidings-of-good in their symbolisms. We can find worlds and fascinations to explore among all systems of culture; and there, in the multitude of this cultural counsel, is where safety, and salvation too, can be found.
Our Three Pound Jelly Farms
If we look into history, we will see that humans since 'the dawn of the first evening' have been writing and talking and using words; interfacing with all the lovely components of our planet. And as significant as this splendor is alone, is it any wonder why we just can't stop adding words and meanings to our brain? Why do we press so hard to cram just a few more peta-flops of data into our three pound jelly-farms—and for what: a rainy day? A few more ‘Oh, wows’? A few more useful tools to innovate the next tech wave?
You’ve seen them, I’ve seen them: the aired commercials in which they show couch-cohorts, eye-glued to the game, looking avariciously for that next new word—which they know is coming—in the next pass play. It just doesn't seem possible for them to tear their attention from that un-square, massive LED light, because, with their own person, they just have to see the new move that their guy will say with his incredible, impressive arms and hands. They just believe in his consistent potential to stretch over or under any pass-play conflagration, and thus create another dazzling, new numerical we call a reception. This is only a small illustration of just one of the 7,200 kinds of mathematical work that a human can do.
So, as they google-in with their two built-in scanners to closely follow the play, right before their senses it happens: a new word is spelled out—seen by millions, but understood by few. In the weeks afterward, they will no doubt find their mind returning to dissect that numerical sentence. From our own experience we can see why this new set of meanings is so highly treasured, for these phenomena mirror exactly the early getting-of-a-life we experienced as animated infants.
As these cohorts review and analyze this new packet of peta-pieces and enjoy the thrills within its several meanings, they are still frozen in a shock of it all. By their guy’s seemingly impossible move, their minds have just been smacked by a new formation of prime data. In that one moment they have been blessed with more meanings than they had the day before—heavier meanings, and even heavier words to describe those meanings. This elation tsunami can only exist, however, because they saw the word forming with their own eyes, and then wrote it indelibly to the more than 90 different locations in the grey matter of their cerebral notepaper. And just as it is common to modern man, someone or something will always remind them of that game, and without thinking, out will come their own hands and arms moving in perfect, but slow formation, to re-spell —just as any young child would—the wonder of that enjoyable new word.
Why Do I Write So Much?
Without doubt I know I have elucidated on things the reader already knows, or has enjoyed the copyright and fair use of for twenty, thirty, or fifty years. The question is still outstanding however: Why do I write so much…well, why do athletes athlete so much? The answer is: because they draw life from their words. The more words one knows, the more words one lives with. Thinking back on the themes above, the maxim could be rephrased: the more words a child learns, or the more word-tools they pick up in their travels, the more weapons they have to survive their game of life.
For me then, writing is so much a part of living, and the longer I live (truly live), the more writing I am willingly impelled to do. I find so many excelling things to write about: items of the past which I've heard about, or all the news in the present that I can Google. I want my readers to 'read all about it', so to speak, long before their own future numericals arrive. I want people to see me (their guy) invent a new word, and then see that word eventually come into good use by fans. It is my 'boldly-going' trek to write words that belong to all the PhD's in existence. By so doing, it is my hope to expose fresh knowledge concerning this ‘so great deal’ that our birth-bodies have been thrust through into, and shout-out as best I can about the fevered word-quest involved with keeping that well-baby well-adorned with righteousness.
To Live More Abundantly...
So the reason I write so much at this present time is because I live so much at this time, and because I know more meanings, I have so much more to live with. I now collect words and their meanings at such a pace that their aggregate of interconnections affords wealth of a most active kind, and the fissionable evaluation of the numerical elements—even before they get on page—results in a rejoicing on the order of E = MC2.
We had a saying at Jason Lee Middle School for our students regarding honoring good deeds done among their fellows: If you see something newsworthy, say something. As I still follow that design in my daily writing discipline, I see to it that whenever I get a new word, I say a new word—and its meanings. In truth, we would all write more if drawing life from words became an expected occurrence from all civilized language-learners.
A Solitary Word
I have always wondered: if a person only had or only knew how to spell one word, would that even be possible? And while I wondered about this, I could recall seeing hundreds of scenes that I have personally witnessed in which, even before a baby had become a true language-learner, I could see words entering into that little one's wide-opened eyes. I have a 'for years' collection of such sightings: a father or mother mooning their face into the orbital space of the baby's out-of-focused exosphere. I have always enjoyed seeing the baby’s face glow and then their toothless rims show as they created the smallest miracle. In these endearing repartees ‘I saw the light’…of words.
Babies for certain don’t know the names or the meanings of these words, yet words indeed pass back and forth along the invisible beams which we humans use in sharing our love-joys. Or is it just my imagination: that babies somehow know meanings of words that aren't words yet, and know meanings about meanings which have not been explained to them. And yet, and still, these ‘children of man’ quickly grow— like the big bang—their own worlds from essentially nothing; wherein thoughts and meanings somehow deliver a memorandum of understanding about a university of understanding that has no known address. The results being labeled and commented on by wise grandparents as: the plumbing, and how it always works.
I guess the wonderment above is a try at giving an answer to why I (and humans) write. But the question that comes often to me is: why do you write so much? In this Morning Paper I want to give a short answer to this very preponderant question.
And The Being Goes On
Over these 'years' of observing these miracle-movies and their happy co-stars, I have seen both adult and baby magically pull a word right out of a word, and then deftly pull another one right out of the same word. And so the 'being goes on'; the learning extends. Long before they can spell a word, these young mind-learners advance exponentially. There seems to be many more volumes of word-play going on in these unsaid sessions than there are in those which are read by the infant from a page. Tons of internet, electron transactions, and google searches have been going on here—and quite literally: this type of internet has been going on long, long before there was The Internet.
This ability to catch and hold unspelled words is a great example of how intricately the Maths of Life are built into us; so deeply framed are they that right out of the bun, with hardly a thought in mind, the soul just silently scoops up a googol of words as effortlessly as the skin loves and synergizes with the speeds of sunlight. All the while the life of the child handsomely becomes more and more meaningful. This is man's indomitable powerhouse of learning in action; this, the whole prime directive—written or unwritten—which ineffably charges us.
More New Words, Sarge!
We can always see this conduit of life in use, no matter what the academic grade or the season—summer or fall, running or jumping, humans are always pulling up these live rabbits. As it is, we all perform this habit of life. This meaningful flow expelliates in every game we invent as children, and in every friendship we interact in. These intense numerical sentences always seem to self-magically laugh their way out of us. This truth underscores the maxim which I have always told my youth: 'The more words you know, the more meaningful the life.'
To illustrate some of this, let’s say: if a person enjoys the use and understands the nuances of slang—I mean, really enjoys it to the height that academia enjoys it; might that one also enjoy Chinese, French, Spanish, and all the other languages to a similar level? All communication has meanings and sentiments, nuances and glidings-of-good in their symbolisms. We can find worlds and fascinations to explore among all systems of culture; and there, in the multitude of this cultural counsel, is where safety, and salvation too, can be found.
Our Three Pound Jelly Farms
If we look into history, we will see that humans since 'the dawn of the first evening' have been writing and talking and using words; interfacing with all the lovely components of our planet. And as significant as this splendor is alone, is it any wonder why we just can't stop adding words and meanings to our brain? Why do we press so hard to cram just a few more peta-flops of data into our three pound jelly-farms—and for what: a rainy day? A few more ‘Oh, wows’? A few more useful tools to innovate the next tech wave?
You’ve seen them, I’ve seen them: the aired commercials in which they show couch-cohorts, eye-glued to the game, looking avariciously for that next new word—which they know is coming—in the next pass play. It just doesn't seem possible for them to tear their attention from that un-square, massive LED light, because, with their own person, they just have to see the new move that their guy will say with his incredible, impressive arms and hands. They just believe in his consistent potential to stretch over or under any pass-play conflagration, and thus create another dazzling, new numerical we call a reception. This is only a small illustration of just one of the 7,200 kinds of mathematical work that a human can do.
So, as they google-in with their two built-in scanners to closely follow the play, right before their senses it happens: a new word is spelled out—seen by millions, but understood by few. In the weeks afterward, they will no doubt find their mind returning to dissect that numerical sentence. From our own experience we can see why this new set of meanings is so highly treasured, for these phenomena mirror exactly the early getting-of-a-life we experienced as animated infants.
As these cohorts review and analyze this new packet of peta-pieces and enjoy the thrills within its several meanings, they are still frozen in a shock of it all. By their guy’s seemingly impossible move, their minds have just been smacked by a new formation of prime data. In that one moment they have been blessed with more meanings than they had the day before—heavier meanings, and even heavier words to describe those meanings. This elation tsunami can only exist, however, because they saw the word forming with their own eyes, and then wrote it indelibly to the more than 90 different locations in the grey matter of their cerebral notepaper. And just as it is common to modern man, someone or something will always remind them of that game, and without thinking, out will come their own hands and arms moving in perfect, but slow formation, to re-spell —just as any young child would—the wonder of that enjoyable new word.
Why Do I Write So Much?
Without doubt I know I have elucidated on things the reader already knows, or has enjoyed the copyright and fair use of for twenty, thirty, or fifty years. The question is still outstanding however: Why do I write so much…well, why do athletes athlete so much? The answer is: because they draw life from their words. The more words one knows, the more words one lives with. Thinking back on the themes above, the maxim could be rephrased: the more words a child learns, or the more word-tools they pick up in their travels, the more weapons they have to survive their game of life.
For me then, writing is so much a part of living, and the longer I live (truly live), the more writing I am willingly impelled to do. I find so many excelling things to write about: items of the past which I've heard about, or all the news in the present that I can Google. I want my readers to 'read all about it', so to speak, long before their own future numericals arrive. I want people to see me (their guy) invent a new word, and then see that word eventually come into good use by fans. It is my 'boldly-going' trek to write words that belong to all the PhD's in existence. By so doing, it is my hope to expose fresh knowledge concerning this ‘so great deal’ that our birth-bodies have been thrust through into, and shout-out as best I can about the fevered word-quest involved with keeping that well-baby well-adorned with righteousness.
To Live More Abundantly...
So the reason I write so much at this present time is because I live so much at this time, and because I know more meanings, I have so much more to live with. I now collect words and their meanings at such a pace that their aggregate of interconnections affords wealth of a most active kind, and the fissionable evaluation of the numerical elements—even before they get on page—results in a rejoicing on the order of E = MC2.
We had a saying at Jason Lee Middle School for our students regarding honoring good deeds done among their fellows: If you see something newsworthy, say something. As I still follow that design in my daily writing discipline, I see to it that whenever I get a new word, I say a new word—and its meanings. In truth, we would all write more if drawing life from words became an expected occurrence from all civilized language-learners.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * ** * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
I Hate My Dreams
I Hate My Dreams: oh who can deliver us from the dreamtime?
One night I found myself in a dream. I was down town: just walking, not lost or anything, but just reviewing the shine of the city, squinting up into the builded sky, and listening to all the shafted channel-noise that reverberated upward from the motorcades as they revved away from each traffic light. Later, I met a buddy of mine from my high school days, and after languaging with him forever about all the heres and yonders of the newer city with its problem-changes, it began to get late. Out of his kindness, he loaned me a couple of dollars so that I wouldn’t have to walk the night-streets back to my home. I could see clearly the green of the linen in the two folded five-dollar bills that he placed into my hands, and I distinctly remember using almost all of it to catch three up-buses back out of the city.
In the course of time, several weeks later probably, I met him in my dream again and right away he reminded me of the money. As I reached down into my cargo pocket for my wallet, I asked him how much I owed him, because for some reason I just wasn’t able to recall that from the other dream. He began whispering, looking around at the walkers-by, and then back at me, leaning close like he did back in school when he was revealing something about his then girlfriend or something private or other: you remember, he said…I gave you…. This behavior mystified me greatly, but before I could inquire further he immediately moved on up-street, talk-drifting me toward some place he wanted to show me. So we walked back and around, me following him, wallet in hand repeatedly asking him what he had given me in the other dream. Each of his theatrical answers brought me closer to aggravation, for each was just as cryptic as the previous one; each was overlaid and characterized by that same espionage whispering—again after again. What was he afraid of, I wondered? Who was he afraid of? I owed him the money, and it had been a transaction between just him and I—and within the confines of a dream. Why was he acting so paranoid?
Again, as in our last Matrix exploration, it began to get dark. In the emergence of my bus arriving, I finally told him I had to go and thrust two fivers into his hand, carefully watching his face for my last try at finding a satisfying response which would assuage my fears over covering my debt to him and keeping clear my precious debtor’s name.
The last expression I saw on his face instantly seemed to sag at his jowls; therein, also, was where I saw his deepest hurt. It had the appearance of broken pieces of something weird, a kind of distorted gloriole waving like a set of worms upon his skin—even like millions of bits of broken shard protruding out of and shining every which way, all over his countenance. Indeed, I could almost feel the pain in each of his pores which just had to be crying from the knife angles evident in each shard. With a vividness that only occurs in dreams, I peered into each sweat cavity on his cheeks, and they all seemed to ooze blushes of ghastly changing colors of pale. This was an altogether new expression; I had never seen this before—on anyone.
To describe the meaning of it in our modern tech-changed world, it could only be related, compared, or defined by sets of words like: a montage of fractured fractals of crypto-belief; for it exactly resembled something real and valuable to mankind, but also appeared incredulous. It was a something that appeared quite there but then again, not there. It reminded me of the crypto coin anomaly, while at the same time resembling an infinite number of virtual particles—and all of these representations exuding directly at me from his face. Worst of all they pointed meanly at my character, my essential me, as if I was to be blamed. I felt like I was being hammer-smithed, folded, and then blamed and hammer-smithed again, all within the forge of a final Hell that was heated seven times hotter than usual.
All the while this was hot-flashing over me, he never stopped holding the fivers motionless in his fist. And not once did he ever stop twitching his facial demons at me. That image of the fivers itself was also full of micro-expressions that brooded of disbelief as they doubled, engraved, and heated my hurt feelings regarding the whole apparition. He remained mimed like that, the money I owed was still out-held, and his face, though static, continued to laser forth cross-beams of new micro-aggressive intentions. It was like I had not even placed the bills in his hands; like he was one of those life-like historical statues frozen in the scene of another time. In trying to make sense of the whole thing, I concluded that it was, as it were, a false paradigm in which someone was attempting to expound on the historical glories of another time by comparing a reared, sculpted rider with the high maneuvers of a Maserati.
By then my bus had opened its doors, so hurriedly I said: you okay…but he never answered, and anyway, I needed that non-committal macro-flub from him to finally give me expulse to yank away with relief from our mysterious development. During that moment of turning, even though I knew I was in dream, I hoped in resolve to never meetup with that face again.
As the bus rattled through its stops I continued to feel full of questions regarding all of his eerie replies. I held my face to the cool of the window. The darkness of the night was on the outside but my friend’s face was on my side, superimposed onto my half-reflection. I found it impossible to avoid how my face darkened and lightened as each street light peered in and left, peered in and waned by as the bus moved into and away from each light-safehouse. No matter what I tried, I just could not forget his look of deep sour. The more I kept his face, the more I read from it. Even this far from him, I could still see no long-suffering in it, no forgetting on his part, and deep within my throat and down behind my breast bone I could feel the acid of it hurting and burning my inner man, as if I had done something foul and very wicked.
All of this held worry and angst for me like I had never experienced before in a dream—my dream. This was my dream! I was the one whose brain was in matrix, and I should have been able to control everything—including his happiness. This, I guess, was what perplexed me the most. His gargoyle face was disturbing enough, but I really took hotness at the fact that somehow he had taken over my dream and turned my return of his money from honor and respect to afflicted, dead donuts.
That's what made me hate that dream; made me have disgust for most of my other dreams afterward. I think the hating began because of the deep importance I attach to righteousness. I have always had an affinity toward choosing the right. So, now, after maturing in faith for so long, I found myself faced with the realization that even in my own dreamtime it was impossible to keep clear my own good standing. But even further, I found underscoring to the Spirit of Truth's saying about the mind being so deceitful and changeling; in fact the mind is so shifting that an individual cannot know it, trust it, or account for the origin of its wickedness. Even a small thinking session with this realization drives any sincere one to the cry: oh, who can deliver me from the body of all my dreamtimes?!
When I woke up, I was angry again and invidiously fuming over how much I hated borrowing money in a dream. Borrowing money in a dream is at best a simple transaction, for one is just borrowing money from their own bank account. It is their dream. They know it is their dream because they were the first one to arrive in it and start wandering around. I think my anger repeats in part because, in my own dreams, I can never remember how much I owed. In their most vivid lucidness at best, my dreams are of no help to me in recalling the important detail about how much I rightly should repay. Perhaps, in future when I see myself approaching those ‘miles to go before I sleep’, I would be more successful if I promised not to do things like that anymore. But then again, if my own wakefulness has the same track record in righteousness as repeated in my dreams, does the answer to my deliverance-cry in both dimensions lie in Christ alone? We should know for certain that this is so.
* * *
Addendum (thoughts for discussion in your own mind or in forum)
So, it looks as if I should have given a bit more details about this piece. I'm not sure at the moment if a discussion is convenient on this platform (forum), so I'll just put all my thoughts and questions out there for the theologians and the apologists in our group to think about.
I wrote this story as a display of good story writing and to practice packing lots of 'flavor' into it to inspire and engage those who contemplate a little deeper. It was written for discussion purposes mostly, but I also welcome other's questions or thoughts about my questions.
At posting time, I had several discussion questions I was going to addendum but when I saw that the narrative was 'way' too long, I decided to publish it without addendum and hoped to just give some thoughts to readers for discussion in their own minds.
To unpack it just a little: (some discussion thoughts I had in mind)
One of the questions I have thought about for years was did Jesus dream like we dream, and what that looked like attached to his sinlessness, etc.
Dreams seem to happen—night or day. But here's another question—an interesting one also—did Adam and Eve sleep before the had their worst restaurant experience, and if they did, did they dream weird ones similarly to the way we do? For sure, we can extrapolate that they probably had thousands of dreams per 'night'—before and after sin entered—owing to their more healthy, vibrant and quantity of mind. After all, we assume that our brains and minds have been diluted in liveliness and purity after so many thousands of years of gene expression, degradation by sin, etc..
In dreams we do dumb stuff we would never do in the real...It is these dreams that I am particularly highlighting in the story.
Dreams are as uncontrollable as the human heart is, and just as changeable and deceitful...
Indeed sometimes people, not I, are disturbed so greatly by them that their whole day that follows is affected...needlessly most of the time...we 'do' read too much into them...
Oh, Oh, another thought: when one becomes converted, does the mind, should the mind thereafter produce a different quality of dream?
I know there are numerous other side-wiggles about dreams that are mentioned in the bible, and other people out there, I'm sure, have questions about dreams which would be interesting to investigate. The word dream comes up some 123 times in the bible.
Our dreamtimes are not controlled by laws or anything systematic. Like the human sin problem, the mind is very whimsical. If we do weird things in dreams, we can come out and be safe: wake up, but if we do weird things in daytime, then there are consequences, etc.. In our daytime we are always conscious of controlling the moments in our present, yet we still find ourselves failing to stay the 'control', but in dreamtime we have no control at all, as it were, by comparison.
In daytime we rely on Christ to save us from ourselves; likewise if our dreams were to have any consequences, we would need Him even more. This subject is formidable but very relevant. And because dreams come out of the deceitful heart, and indeed, with so many nuances attached to it, perhaps there was enough detail surrounding these questions, thoughts to validate this writing.
The other big, very big side-wiggle we perhaps should avoid too much discussion on, for now, is questions concerning those dreams that are given by God which are then ignored, squandered, resisted, etc. This aside is not the common experience of the most of us, therefore we can leave it in the 'outer court' and not measure it—until that time when old men begin to 'dream dreams' and tell visions on an end time fulfillment basis.
Thank you, for the feedback, and a thank you to each of you who took the time to read this 'way too long' piece.
—Dumas fils
One night I found myself in a dream. I was down town: just walking, not lost or anything, but just reviewing the shine of the city, squinting up into the builded sky, and listening to all the shafted channel-noise that reverberated upward from the motorcades as they revved away from each traffic light. Later, I met a buddy of mine from my high school days, and after languaging with him forever about all the heres and yonders of the newer city with its problem-changes, it began to get late. Out of his kindness, he loaned me a couple of dollars so that I wouldn’t have to walk the night-streets back to my home. I could see clearly the green of the linen in the two folded five-dollar bills that he placed into my hands, and I distinctly remember using almost all of it to catch three up-buses back out of the city.
In the course of time, several weeks later probably, I met him in my dream again and right away he reminded me of the money. As I reached down into my cargo pocket for my wallet, I asked him how much I owed him, because for some reason I just wasn’t able to recall that from the other dream. He began whispering, looking around at the walkers-by, and then back at me, leaning close like he did back in school when he was revealing something about his then girlfriend or something private or other: you remember, he said…I gave you…. This behavior mystified me greatly, but before I could inquire further he immediately moved on up-street, talk-drifting me toward some place he wanted to show me. So we walked back and around, me following him, wallet in hand repeatedly asking him what he had given me in the other dream. Each of his theatrical answers brought me closer to aggravation, for each was just as cryptic as the previous one; each was overlaid and characterized by that same espionage whispering—again after again. What was he afraid of, I wondered? Who was he afraid of? I owed him the money, and it had been a transaction between just him and I—and within the confines of a dream. Why was he acting so paranoid?
Again, as in our last Matrix exploration, it began to get dark. In the emergence of my bus arriving, I finally told him I had to go and thrust two fivers into his hand, carefully watching his face for my last try at finding a satisfying response which would assuage my fears over covering my debt to him and keeping clear my precious debtor’s name.
The last expression I saw on his face instantly seemed to sag at his jowls; therein, also, was where I saw his deepest hurt. It had the appearance of broken pieces of something weird, a kind of distorted gloriole waving like a set of worms upon his skin—even like millions of bits of broken shard protruding out of and shining every which way, all over his countenance. Indeed, I could almost feel the pain in each of his pores which just had to be crying from the knife angles evident in each shard. With a vividness that only occurs in dreams, I peered into each sweat cavity on his cheeks, and they all seemed to ooze blushes of ghastly changing colors of pale. This was an altogether new expression; I had never seen this before—on anyone.
To describe the meaning of it in our modern tech-changed world, it could only be related, compared, or defined by sets of words like: a montage of fractured fractals of crypto-belief; for it exactly resembled something real and valuable to mankind, but also appeared incredulous. It was a something that appeared quite there but then again, not there. It reminded me of the crypto coin anomaly, while at the same time resembling an infinite number of virtual particles—and all of these representations exuding directly at me from his face. Worst of all they pointed meanly at my character, my essential me, as if I was to be blamed. I felt like I was being hammer-smithed, folded, and then blamed and hammer-smithed again, all within the forge of a final Hell that was heated seven times hotter than usual.
All the while this was hot-flashing over me, he never stopped holding the fivers motionless in his fist. And not once did he ever stop twitching his facial demons at me. That image of the fivers itself was also full of micro-expressions that brooded of disbelief as they doubled, engraved, and heated my hurt feelings regarding the whole apparition. He remained mimed like that, the money I owed was still out-held, and his face, though static, continued to laser forth cross-beams of new micro-aggressive intentions. It was like I had not even placed the bills in his hands; like he was one of those life-like historical statues frozen in the scene of another time. In trying to make sense of the whole thing, I concluded that it was, as it were, a false paradigm in which someone was attempting to expound on the historical glories of another time by comparing a reared, sculpted rider with the high maneuvers of a Maserati.
By then my bus had opened its doors, so hurriedly I said: you okay…but he never answered, and anyway, I needed that non-committal macro-flub from him to finally give me expulse to yank away with relief from our mysterious development. During that moment of turning, even though I knew I was in dream, I hoped in resolve to never meetup with that face again.
As the bus rattled through its stops I continued to feel full of questions regarding all of his eerie replies. I held my face to the cool of the window. The darkness of the night was on the outside but my friend’s face was on my side, superimposed onto my half-reflection. I found it impossible to avoid how my face darkened and lightened as each street light peered in and left, peered in and waned by as the bus moved into and away from each light-safehouse. No matter what I tried, I just could not forget his look of deep sour. The more I kept his face, the more I read from it. Even this far from him, I could still see no long-suffering in it, no forgetting on his part, and deep within my throat and down behind my breast bone I could feel the acid of it hurting and burning my inner man, as if I had done something foul and very wicked.
All of this held worry and angst for me like I had never experienced before in a dream—my dream. This was my dream! I was the one whose brain was in matrix, and I should have been able to control everything—including his happiness. This, I guess, was what perplexed me the most. His gargoyle face was disturbing enough, but I really took hotness at the fact that somehow he had taken over my dream and turned my return of his money from honor and respect to afflicted, dead donuts.
That's what made me hate that dream; made me have disgust for most of my other dreams afterward. I think the hating began because of the deep importance I attach to righteousness. I have always had an affinity toward choosing the right. So, now, after maturing in faith for so long, I found myself faced with the realization that even in my own dreamtime it was impossible to keep clear my own good standing. But even further, I found underscoring to the Spirit of Truth's saying about the mind being so deceitful and changeling; in fact the mind is so shifting that an individual cannot know it, trust it, or account for the origin of its wickedness. Even a small thinking session with this realization drives any sincere one to the cry: oh, who can deliver me from the body of all my dreamtimes?!
When I woke up, I was angry again and invidiously fuming over how much I hated borrowing money in a dream. Borrowing money in a dream is at best a simple transaction, for one is just borrowing money from their own bank account. It is their dream. They know it is their dream because they were the first one to arrive in it and start wandering around. I think my anger repeats in part because, in my own dreams, I can never remember how much I owed. In their most vivid lucidness at best, my dreams are of no help to me in recalling the important detail about how much I rightly should repay. Perhaps, in future when I see myself approaching those ‘miles to go before I sleep’, I would be more successful if I promised not to do things like that anymore. But then again, if my own wakefulness has the same track record in righteousness as repeated in my dreams, does the answer to my deliverance-cry in both dimensions lie in Christ alone? We should know for certain that this is so.
* * *
Addendum (thoughts for discussion in your own mind or in forum)
So, it looks as if I should have given a bit more details about this piece. I'm not sure at the moment if a discussion is convenient on this platform (forum), so I'll just put all my thoughts and questions out there for the theologians and the apologists in our group to think about.
I wrote this story as a display of good story writing and to practice packing lots of 'flavor' into it to inspire and engage those who contemplate a little deeper. It was written for discussion purposes mostly, but I also welcome other's questions or thoughts about my questions.
At posting time, I had several discussion questions I was going to addendum but when I saw that the narrative was 'way' too long, I decided to publish it without addendum and hoped to just give some thoughts to readers for discussion in their own minds.
To unpack it just a little: (some discussion thoughts I had in mind)
One of the questions I have thought about for years was did Jesus dream like we dream, and what that looked like attached to his sinlessness, etc.
Dreams seem to happen—night or day. But here's another question—an interesting one also—did Adam and Eve sleep before the had their worst restaurant experience, and if they did, did they dream weird ones similarly to the way we do? For sure, we can extrapolate that they probably had thousands of dreams per 'night'—before and after sin entered—owing to their more healthy, vibrant and quantity of mind. After all, we assume that our brains and minds have been diluted in liveliness and purity after so many thousands of years of gene expression, degradation by sin, etc..
In dreams we do dumb stuff we would never do in the real...It is these dreams that I am particularly highlighting in the story.
Dreams are as uncontrollable as the human heart is, and just as changeable and deceitful...
Indeed sometimes people, not I, are disturbed so greatly by them that their whole day that follows is affected...needlessly most of the time...we 'do' read too much into them...
Oh, Oh, another thought: when one becomes converted, does the mind, should the mind thereafter produce a different quality of dream?
I know there are numerous other side-wiggles about dreams that are mentioned in the bible, and other people out there, I'm sure, have questions about dreams which would be interesting to investigate. The word dream comes up some 123 times in the bible.
Our dreamtimes are not controlled by laws or anything systematic. Like the human sin problem, the mind is very whimsical. If we do weird things in dreams, we can come out and be safe: wake up, but if we do weird things in daytime, then there are consequences, etc.. In our daytime we are always conscious of controlling the moments in our present, yet we still find ourselves failing to stay the 'control', but in dreamtime we have no control at all, as it were, by comparison.
In daytime we rely on Christ to save us from ourselves; likewise if our dreams were to have any consequences, we would need Him even more. This subject is formidable but very relevant. And because dreams come out of the deceitful heart, and indeed, with so many nuances attached to it, perhaps there was enough detail surrounding these questions, thoughts to validate this writing.
The other big, very big side-wiggle we perhaps should avoid too much discussion on, for now, is questions concerning those dreams that are given by God which are then ignored, squandered, resisted, etc. This aside is not the common experience of the most of us, therefore we can leave it in the 'outer court' and not measure it—until that time when old men begin to 'dream dreams' and tell visions on an end time fulfillment basis.
Thank you, for the feedback, and a thank you to each of you who took the time to read this 'way too long' piece.
—Dumas fils
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * ** * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
And So I Became (revised)
This Article has been moved to Moved Articles Page (Posted)
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * ** * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Not Exactly....
This Article has been moved to Moved Articles Page
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * ** * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * ** * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * ** * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Fifty years ago I was given a Jesus moment....Today, my firstborn lives.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * ** * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Photo Credit: https://unsplash.com/@gabrielrana
This is one of the most damning videos I have ever been drawn to watch. I am still crying for the pain of it; not just the pain caused to myself but that pain caused to the smallest of these children. In a land of the free and home of brave people, it is such a heated curse that we cannot find the obvious places to put our scholarships.
For the universities who have billions of assets and who increase their assets exponentially upon each developed alumni they post part, why shouldn't they decide to give out one less full scholarship to a high school person and put that one amount toward a single meal for one of these least, who will, by unhindered-study become one of their next high-schoolers who they will accept into their own higher learnings. (it isn't that we don't see universities doing a lot of good things at the top; it is that we don't see them doing so many good small money things at the bottom of the educational society.)
I don't know how I missed this story. Even before I retired, I have watched daily more than 30 videos, and perused the equivalent of 26 books a month for the youth I care for and help raise. That I am late in weighing in on this one is a 'sorry.' Be assured, not only did I read this story, but I have also stood up and written about it,—and have done some math regarding solutions: For as I have always written and explained to my students during the ten years past, it is impossible to do real reading without writing, and writing without doing the math—impossible!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LIUjRV5zAuk&list=WL&index=2&t=0s
For the universities who have billions of assets and who increase their assets exponentially upon each developed alumni they post part, why shouldn't they decide to give out one less full scholarship to a high school person and put that one amount toward a single meal for one of these least, who will, by unhindered-study become one of their next high-schoolers who they will accept into their own higher learnings. (it isn't that we don't see universities doing a lot of good things at the top; it is that we don't see them doing so many good small money things at the bottom of the educational society.)
I don't know how I missed this story. Even before I retired, I have watched daily more than 30 videos, and perused the equivalent of 26 books a month for the youth I care for and help raise. That I am late in weighing in on this one is a 'sorry.' Be assured, not only did I read this story, but I have also stood up and written about it,—and have done some math regarding solutions: For as I have always written and explained to my students during the ten years past, it is impossible to do real reading without writing, and writing without doing the math—impossible!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LIUjRV5zAuk&list=WL&index=2&t=0s
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * ** * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Maiden House
(Excerpt from The Morning Stars of Math, Chapter 5, Success is a Building:
Each One To Build One, page 117)
The Receptors in Her Maiden House
When those diploidal cells touched the crownwork on the receptors in her maiden wall, it up started into an amber dawn a great cytokine storm, and a unique storm at that, one appearing only after its kind; for this was, after all, her first earth dialogue with an alien traveler seeking to immigrate to her home world. Days later, she had nearly fainted when she mused at her inner, twirling entanglements; for this stranger was indeed a life form from as far away as a twin stellar anomaly. From its first contact, it had brought to her notice, in theory, a super string of maternal abilities.
The grey swimmer had swum up stream for 3 days until it had met that huge planet-size sphere of replenishment. After groveling into the ovoid pantry, the satiety of mitosis fused their commonwealth, and that done, this new party—boosters and all—drifted back down the ovary stream, seeking a home and plantation in some southern shore. By way of the blind the trophosome had brailed along until it found that chorionic landing, that perfect, unknown fiery touchdown against the mother-to-be’s garden wall. And once tasting the sight, it had begun propagating its special village of pleasures on the hills and valleys of this fertile new world. Without question or word a new math had quickly gone to work, and as if it were a small, slow meteor impact, it had implowed the maiden chamber with its nine month promise to dress and keep it. And only after using the nature of its kind, did it calmly carry on with the child-planting of its vascular skeining—blue webs to tighten its enwrapment, red tendrils to nurture its happiness.
With time passing amidst 'the fury of the charm', the maiden now lumbers forward through each unstoppable firestorm, while her squirming bag of cytology divides serenely, and mimingly protests the edicts of kings, socially crowding ever outward among its neighborhood family. With heaving weights of honor, this mothering one rises from each chair, knowing that she is thankfully chosen to bear this ineffable tensor shower of nature; and thus, she waddles in her laborious walk toward Term-Minus-One.
As she nears her golden apogee, her bundle of personality with its own individual twitches, sleeps safely in the quiet heat of her pelvic hollow. With love desires, she palm-caresses her success building, knowing that by math, and math alone, it continues to grow, ever lowing now, head-crown finally down on door. It is with glad relief, betwixt the many overflowing swells and sweat-floods from 'the furies of this charm', that she begins to count the days left. Though she waffles, now and then, following sets of Braxton Hickses, she is still surprised by new epiphanies which only further expand her glowing. Nothing, at this one moment in time, is more sacred than this chrysalis of life, nothing that resides in all three of her living time zones has brooded more mysteries, and nothing will ever be able to rev her radiance higher than the instant she sensed 'the light coming on' in her wanted child. And day by day she waits, feeling it nestle its birthright—bone-by-elbow-deeper—into the secluded sanctum of her Maiden House.
—Dumas fils
(For Chelsea Dawn, Autumn Foss, Q Heim, J.A. Sanders, The Irelands, The Katies, The Trynity Ivans, and the billions of other has-been-be mothers who have helped me smile my way through the writing of this next book.)
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * ** * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
The Pruning Years
The Pruning Years
The years she has left in her body
Age-tremor in her left hand,
Yet her eyes still dance
Like the old cities in the East;
And the grace she once loved
Is given away: some china doll
Now smiles with her face.
Like a templed butterfly
In its chrysolite cowl
She reaches down to my vernal flame;
My measured grasp of her hello
Palms her winged hand;
My mind loses to her zithered timber
While the lifespan in me
Blends in her beam, then...disbands;
I search within my sacred smoke
For clear words to say, but only find
A requited mother's honor that
Effleurages forth with the tillage of flowers
I now must share in her pruning years
Where all blossoms tremble to live
Then inevitably fall as fruit.
—Dumas fils
The years she has left in her body
Age-tremor in her left hand,
Yet her eyes still dance
Like the old cities in the East;
And the grace she once loved
Is given away: some china doll
Now smiles with her face.
Like a templed butterfly
In its chrysolite cowl
She reaches down to my vernal flame;
My measured grasp of her hello
Palms her winged hand;
My mind loses to her zithered timber
While the lifespan in me
Blends in her beam, then...disbands;
I search within my sacred smoke
For clear words to say, but only find
A requited mother's honor that
Effleurages forth with the tillage of flowers
I now must share in her pruning years
Where all blossoms tremble to live
Then inevitably fall as fruit.
—Dumas fils
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * ** * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
I'm Smiling....
I'm Smiling....
There is a smile that no one sees:
The smile upon the gentle breeze;
The tender curves of river bends,
The lonesome plains with vacant trends.
The smile that no one sees is me:
The thoughts I think, a mental spree
Of gazing through the window glass
At hills and lands through which I pass.
I smile a smile that no one sees
For I can sight the gentle breeze;
Its tender light, its glory mass;
Its ageless smiling in the grass.
—Dumas fils
(and nature still broods on the face of the waters of the deep...I see and smile that spirit)
There is a smile that no one sees:
The smile upon the gentle breeze;
The tender curves of river bends,
The lonesome plains with vacant trends.
The smile that no one sees is me:
The thoughts I think, a mental spree
Of gazing through the window glass
At hills and lands through which I pass.
I smile a smile that no one sees
For I can sight the gentle breeze;
Its tender light, its glory mass;
Its ageless smiling in the grass.
—Dumas fils
(and nature still broods on the face of the waters of the deep...I see and smile that spirit)
I'm Smiling.... Annotation: reply to another writer...Yes, Yes! And for me also, in thanks from readers, or after joyous flattering words, I say in closing: I'm smiling. What else can make your friend happier, but your smile. So I respond to my readers over these text systems with these simple words, 'I'm smiling...', and they know they have deeply reached me.
One of the key factors about this thing called smiling is the science of it. It is read that there are more nerves from the brain to the mouth area than to any other organ in the human system. Since I read that when I was a child, I have studied it and found it an amazing enjoyable subject. But oh, the learning; the things I know now because I have looked (been drawn) further and further into this phenomenon, and still I have found so much more that is there: its connection to grace, favor, and love.
Also, as a teacher I have seen so many smiles in classrooms over the years, and the best ones were from my Special Ed students. They were the prime joy of my classroom. They were just so excited to be in class, being a part of something grander than their other rooms. Just being there among the rich sounds seemed to open up their mind. This shine on their face is the 'light coming on' that educators speak about in regard to their other students who struggle with laws and parts of learning. So for me it wasn't their special needs I was guiding my 'laser lessons of love' toward, but that special mindset behind that smile they always gave me.
Sadly, though, I saw over the years that this remarkable human attribute received so little press. So I decided to write a book on the love I found in this one aspect of teaching, and the effectiveness that came out of me toward all my other students because of that learning. So rich is this one happening; I have learned the power behind the smile and some of the power behind the creator of this thing we call a smile. Working title: Smile: the blossom behind the greatest state of loveliness. (Blossom: the greatest state of loveliness, Etymology Online Dictionary)
Oh, one more additional detail. In my book The Tenth Word on Amazon (see profile) the last chapter in the book heavily highlights this thing of smile; there, I relate what happened to Carla Thozen, and her 'smile' which was one of the greatest smiles I have ever observed. And as I have displayed above, smile is even more intense, grander and special than we humans yet know—and I will give it press!
One of the key factors about this thing called smiling is the science of it. It is read that there are more nerves from the brain to the mouth area than to any other organ in the human system. Since I read that when I was a child, I have studied it and found it an amazing enjoyable subject. But oh, the learning; the things I know now because I have looked (been drawn) further and further into this phenomenon, and still I have found so much more that is there: its connection to grace, favor, and love.
Also, as a teacher I have seen so many smiles in classrooms over the years, and the best ones were from my Special Ed students. They were the prime joy of my classroom. They were just so excited to be in class, being a part of something grander than their other rooms. Just being there among the rich sounds seemed to open up their mind. This shine on their face is the 'light coming on' that educators speak about in regard to their other students who struggle with laws and parts of learning. So for me it wasn't their special needs I was guiding my 'laser lessons of love' toward, but that special mindset behind that smile they always gave me.
Sadly, though, I saw over the years that this remarkable human attribute received so little press. So I decided to write a book on the love I found in this one aspect of teaching, and the effectiveness that came out of me toward all my other students because of that learning. So rich is this one happening; I have learned the power behind the smile and some of the power behind the creator of this thing we call a smile. Working title: Smile: the blossom behind the greatest state of loveliness. (Blossom: the greatest state of loveliness, Etymology Online Dictionary)
Oh, one more additional detail. In my book The Tenth Word on Amazon (see profile) the last chapter in the book heavily highlights this thing of smile; there, I relate what happened to Carla Thozen, and her 'smile' which was one of the greatest smiles I have ever observed. And as I have displayed above, smile is even more intense, grander and special than we humans yet know—and I will give it press!
You're Talking To God
You're Talking To God
Inaudible peeps, that
Ought to have been heard
By bowed heads on bowed spines
Bent under this soft social swear,
End with reverent lips saying,
Amen?
—Dumas fils
Inaudible peeps, that
Ought to have been heard
By bowed heads on bowed spines
Bent under this soft social swear,
End with reverent lips saying,
Amen?
—Dumas fils
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * ** * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Post Delivery
Uncle Orell, 1924 - 2019, delivered 'postally' until he was 94. He is no longer on his route, but by his faithful walking all those years he has delivered his tonnage of mail to our doors. As he lay declining in his hospital bed, it was my pleasure to match shouts with him, and be one of his last caregivers to hold his large hands.
Years before it was fashionable, whenever I was out walking, I would always take my earbuds out as I approached a mail carrier and say, "Thank you for delivering our mail." Now, in this estranged spring when our living is somewhat abrogated, I suppose it would be more apropos to say something like, "Thank you for touching out mail." And, additionally, from a personal me, I could offer an apology for borrowing, without copyright permission, the phrase 'Post Delivery' for use as title to the final chapter of my next book.
Indeed, I could say even more in line with our current flood of thanksgiving, because it is my half-century-old contention that, especially today in this new pan-season of dying, 'Motherhood', the counter-assurgency of all life-taking and death theories, could use a few deserved accolades too; for without these Morning Stars of Math throughout the millennial ages of our past, there would be no children, fathers, or medical PhD's to love, care for, or mourn. 5-10-2020.
(Use search box or see previous posts below for excerpts from book.)
Years before it was fashionable, whenever I was out walking, I would always take my earbuds out as I approached a mail carrier and say, "Thank you for delivering our mail." Now, in this estranged spring when our living is somewhat abrogated, I suppose it would be more apropos to say something like, "Thank you for touching out mail." And, additionally, from a personal me, I could offer an apology for borrowing, without copyright permission, the phrase 'Post Delivery' for use as title to the final chapter of my next book.
Indeed, I could say even more in line with our current flood of thanksgiving, because it is my half-century-old contention that, especially today in this new pan-season of dying, 'Motherhood', the counter-assurgency of all life-taking and death theories, could use a few deserved accolades too; for without these Morning Stars of Math throughout the millennial ages of our past, there would be no children, fathers, or medical PhD's to love, care for, or mourn. 5-10-2020.
(Use search box or see previous posts below for excerpts from book.)
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * ** * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Turning To Rose
Once, upon receiving that Peace
That only comes from ancient derivation,
My blood fist now swallows and surges
With salient throgs between my wind hollows,
While my mind writes about faith in timed quietness:
Like nature—like growing green things
That pulse with inalienable lights
In their own inexplainable way.
And while I rest in His sign-whispers,
And while His golgi workers
Surround and make their 12 fruits of life,
I behold my string theory of lattices
Chiggling and churning their small wiggle-waggles
As they build, diploid, and build again
The wanted structures that flip this soul
From earth manure to love;
Then when that Easter spring has fully sprung,
When I see the coming hordes of inaudible horses,
I will lift my head before all the powers of heaven
And present my rose to the Sun.
—Dumas fils, June 1972
Once, upon receiving that Peace
That only comes from ancient derivation,
My blood fist now swallows and surges
With salient throgs between my wind hollows,
While my mind writes about faith in timed quietness:
Like nature—like growing green things
That pulse with inalienable lights
In their own inexplainable way.
And while I rest in His sign-whispers,
And while His golgi workers
Surround and make their 12 fruits of life,
I behold my string theory of lattices
Chiggling and churning their small wiggle-waggles
As they build, diploid, and build again
The wanted structures that flip this soul
From earth manure to love;
Then when that Easter spring has fully sprung,
When I see the coming hordes of inaudible horses,
I will lift my head before all the powers of heaven
And present my rose to the Sun.
—Dumas fils, June 1972
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * ** * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Your Vibrant Life of Words
When the mind is full of words, when one finally learns all the words in the world, the one is truly wise. For knowing all the words in one's world, means knowing all the languages in that world, all the light-speed sciences which are at play there, and even, all the conversations that have ever taken place between every particle in that world—for it has been found that each quantum particle has its own Heisenberg discourse (can anyone know?). Assuredly then, just as all the sciences have their abstracts, all the sciences sing to you: all the sciences collide and harmonize with your moving mound of debris. So, enjoy every in-breath of your advance toward your 'field of dreams,' and let your spirit-esteem shovel deep as you cultivate your next numerical sentence into your vibrant life of words.
—Dumas fils
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * ** * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Oh How I Weep Over Life
Though I cry much over my dead, my protracted weeping with joy is over the life I knew while it was within my reach, and the now falling honor of the billions of unclaimed details that now seem to have become sharply vivid. From that life that was shared, I received a PhD's education from the many good deeds I have known them to do.
Now in Wake, as I drift through the mourners, I weep also for the first fruits of joy and faith and love which I see among these gathered persons of interest, and my life chooses to travel momentarily side-by-their-side, as they tell a stranger all the words of their lives. Our joys, our memories which presently fill this talking pallor, mark the beginning of our celebration of the fames in the longs and shorts that was this departed friend. And as we sit under a subdued voice-cloud, their lost-in-thought glower, which is now turned toward me, teaches me ever closer toward their humanity. Our somber sharing is brimmed with enough glow-for-good that it expands my heart anew: our back-words about this mutual comrade once again draws all the happiness from my weep-works. These swells of high capped seas finally overreach the shores of my sentiments with vows to not leave these left behind comfortless during our next years after.
This Reversal of Griefs
My weeping over life, I believe, is similar to the songs that are harped out by the heavenlies over the one repentant prayer. Their trig elation surely must be the same as mine, for they believe also that if that one new minister continues from life unto life and grows from faith unto faith, that that life will become their heavenly brother for the rest of eternity. And, yes, there is reason for expression of an even greater monumental joy, for it is said that the master of earth and sea and sky sometimes prayed all night that the thousands who followed after his bread and fish would not follow him in vain. In each new creation that came and followed him closely, he took divine pleasure in, knowing that if his spirit would continue to grow in this child, that the triumphant savior would, like the angels, joy amidst loudest wells of gladness, upon seeing his father weeping over each alive-again soul; that he would be satisfied on hearing his father joy over all the redeemed with singing; and then be rested in his rest, as he watches him fulfill and refulfill a God Father's promise by showering, without measure, the heritage of infinite love down into their pure immortal bones for as long as forever shall last.
This is why I drob more tears for the living than I do for the dead, for the living bring secret blessings to my walk onward. The Dead have gone in to take their family sleep. They have already concluded their ‘for why will you die,’ but the living whom I meet in these slow and quiet chambers must—indeed all of us must—discover the ‘for why we must live,’ and teach and touch-together as kin for the sake of other earth-livers who must, in all eventualities, die.
(Drob, noun, a traditional dish usually served at Easter made from minced up offal and entrails (often of lamb), seasoned with herbs, and boiled in the caul or omentum, similar to haggis.)
—Dumas fils
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * ** * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
And There, Heard One Crying
On a new home world, off, very far into the bright forest, one knelt alone, drawing a long, as it were, single soul-thought bow across his two-cello benedictus of thanks, while his mind sobbed heart-notes out of the emotional depths of his hallowed new creation. Away, in the New City, even amidst the unnumbered singers in and around the golden walls of God, winged beings heard this alone, crying. All seemed to stop their own joys to listen till he finished his double-harped song of deliverance. It appeared fitting that all Heaven should quiet—like a pond quiets—till this joy-praise was over; for thereafter, they knew there would never be heard anymore sobs throughout the eternity that had been awarded to this one, who having exchanged his little faith for the lifting cross of the Son of God, now humbled down himself with gratitude, and was satisfied.
—Dumas fils
(Lifting Cross= the gladness of the parousia.)
My similar article: The Weeping Traveler https://www.faithwriters.com/article-details.php?id=201191
—Dumas fils
(Lifting Cross= the gladness of the parousia.)
My similar article: The Weeping Traveler https://www.faithwriters.com/article-details.php?id=201191
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * ** * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Penality
Penality (As appears on FaithWriters.com)
by Samuel Dumas Click Blue to see 65 other articles at Faith Writers
09/08/19
Free to Share
(The departing in marriage is a sad story which announces all different kinds of penalties, and with many types of on-side kicks, unsportsman-like conduct, and late hits.)
...Eland fought Lion...Eland!?
Penality
One day you will look
To me, and I'll be gone;
One day you will look
To see my sores and brawn;
To feel my lion words;
To creep into my covers
And cook your fever against my sherds--
Playing we are lovers;
But I'll be quiet in my tomb
Digging with the earth worm
While you cry softly in a room,
Trying to think my last term.
You will look to my meanings,
Absent your former leanings
And quickly curse your stiffened lip
That I was often right, so hip.
Then you must look into the dawn,
But I'll be hid by the tree;
You will look for me,
And, yes, I'll be gone.
—Dumas fils
by Samuel Dumas Click Blue to see 65 other articles at Faith Writers
09/08/19
Free to Share
(The departing in marriage is a sad story which announces all different kinds of penalties, and with many types of on-side kicks, unsportsman-like conduct, and late hits.)
...Eland fought Lion...Eland!?
Penality
One day you will look
To me, and I'll be gone;
One day you will look
To see my sores and brawn;
To feel my lion words;
To creep into my covers
And cook your fever against my sherds--
Playing we are lovers;
But I'll be quiet in my tomb
Digging with the earth worm
While you cry softly in a room,
Trying to think my last term.
You will look to my meanings,
Absent your former leanings
And quickly curse your stiffened lip
That I was often right, so hip.
Then you must look into the dawn,
But I'll be hid by the tree;
You will look for me,
And, yes, I'll be gone.
—Dumas fils
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * ** * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * ** * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
The Morning Stars of Math
The Morning Stars of Math (As appears on FaithWriters.com)
by Samuel Dumas Click Blue to see 65 other articles at Faith Writers
09/08/19
Free to Share
Excerpt from “The Morning Stars of Math”, page 105 (The Tenth Word Series.)
To a friend: It was a busy day today. I only had time to write a couple of sentences on the present book. Those words, however, brought me to page 270 of the second draft, and I assess without too much thought, that these two lines are the greatest wellness-of-verse that I have written in the whole book thus far. When I think back on all of the ideas that coalesced into the theme of the book, these two sentences seem to express for me, and hopefully for the reader, the most healing thoughts that rave for the cohesion of the book.
In chapter 7 I have come the height of the organization phase where I finally define the single reason for writing this book about the highest work found on the planet. Because I am at this pinnacle in this book, I thought I would tell you a little more details about it. This book commemorates the best star event in the universe, not a super nova by any means, but if not the best star event, then certainly one of the most singular.
In this chapter of the book, when I step out, as it were, on the roof of my success building, I prize the kind of nirvana that I had experienced when my first daughter was placed into my arms by the doctor, and thereafter became mine, to hold and love her gifts forever. The thrill I felt then did not come from her 6 pound 15 weight, but from a whole suite of expectations, and the pride of just being asked to be her father at all. But this exhilaration was superseded 2 years later when our two points of starlight really connected—like the starlights of Star Trek Enterprise warp-driving to a single point of divine flash, far deep into the black of space. She, with her aggressive love of words, began to master voice and called out to me to come and play life. Every day thereafter, she sang words about her living, and with her golden brain made church bell memories, which have increased my love and my affection for her to this day.
And that was only the first of such moments; she was only the first of three children to be born into my arms. Twice more would I hold a child in my hands and smile my love into their whole being, care-giving to their sweet frame using what little maturity I had at that young time.
The second arrival was a she, as well, and I watched her grow through the age of two and then on to four, where she mastered the voice of She-Ra as she stepped down, stepped down, stepped down into my deepest of hearts. There she resides, having become the only birth of the three that deserved my poem-label of ‘a world and a universe in this one child:’ doctor, mother, linguist, Sergeant—and good ones.
And then my last, the writer, the only child I brag about daily to my students. He writes among the best in our family of writers. His voice is one that wraps around lines of copy-lingua that began at eight with the oblivions of pain on the planet Vagelon II, and now traverse their hard, tongue-trudging beats into songs which I could never carry in a million…. He too, has mastered voice, and sings—literally— out to me by my window. Although he is the only ‘son of my life’ in these three births, this morning star book is meant to especially encourage him. And out here in my ‘end of years,’ I still call him some of his 31 childhood names—names for talents, talents for names: Joe-E Louis, No Tae Woo, and all his Shamelis others.
Thus these three wanted children are the ‘all for one and one for all,’ and I alone, the fifth with them.)
(She who bore them shall always be the force (fourth) that is with them.)
Chapter 7
O Star!
The Blossoming
And here I was, on the 5th Floor of my success building, standing on the final ceiling under a darkening evening; I was looking out at the far, far glistening of the sea. From its silver edges in the great distance its silent cinema answered back to my inner quest for even more clarity of why I would choose to erect this building to explain my love for life.
I could not hear it roaring or feel the chill, whistle blow of its air tides as it onshore-dribbled my way. Just being here at last on the roof top was eventful enough, and I was in a smiling kind of rest knowing that my ‘choosing something like a star’ was finally at a satisfying end. I don’t think I could have counted all of the chaotic, dizzying word-thoughts that had come crashing into me since that first day in which I stood stare-stopped before that paper elevator in the yellow hallway of Foss High School. Only now, while I reflected out on the horizons of these thoughts, I could feel the flash heat of nirvana settling in: it was no big deal though, for I had been there before 39 years ago.
As I surveyed this ‘view from a height’ of my making, all of the cool fresh distances (those which were on my top-skull, and those that zeroed in from every side) began to sail in on me. The first of these quiescent fronts hit my face, and then, as they cavitated around me I could feel them entirely cloaking me. They next penetrated like an exhilarated dagger through my 3-haired chest and entered the heated quick of both of my breath sacks, finally to disappear after an electric glance off my spine; this left my whole frame with a missing ‘like a thought abut the brink of scroll—expanse, so taking.’
With silent drum rolls of happiness after assimilating this brief 360 mathematical, I was beginning to realize just how large of an uncovering of my inner mind that had just occurred: Here I am, thinking monumentally about the number one worthy in the present world in which anyone could write through, and at the same time trying to fully grasp that sum with my elderly brain. As I had expected, though, here on the 5th floor, I had finally pin-pointed, and had finally took hold firmly of that star. The overall weight of the task floated ghostily before me, but now seemed less foreboding; only the last, higher hurdle still loomed. This consisted of how to use my writing discipline to craft into the construction all of the hundreds of mysteries involved with this morning star. And then, after having written the whole of it, to place it where I could never forget it: just above the most favorite gallery in my entire known universe; six day-dawns above the western semi-curve and one and a half neck-turns to my left. This would fix its shine well under, but next to the Daystar, the son of the morning.
—Dumas fils
by Samuel Dumas Click Blue to see 65 other articles at Faith Writers
09/08/19
Free to Share
Excerpt from “The Morning Stars of Math”, page 105 (The Tenth Word Series.)
To a friend: It was a busy day today. I only had time to write a couple of sentences on the present book. Those words, however, brought me to page 270 of the second draft, and I assess without too much thought, that these two lines are the greatest wellness-of-verse that I have written in the whole book thus far. When I think back on all of the ideas that coalesced into the theme of the book, these two sentences seem to express for me, and hopefully for the reader, the most healing thoughts that rave for the cohesion of the book.
In chapter 7 I have come the height of the organization phase where I finally define the single reason for writing this book about the highest work found on the planet. Because I am at this pinnacle in this book, I thought I would tell you a little more details about it. This book commemorates the best star event in the universe, not a super nova by any means, but if not the best star event, then certainly one of the most singular.
In this chapter of the book, when I step out, as it were, on the roof of my success building, I prize the kind of nirvana that I had experienced when my first daughter was placed into my arms by the doctor, and thereafter became mine, to hold and love her gifts forever. The thrill I felt then did not come from her 6 pound 15 weight, but from a whole suite of expectations, and the pride of just being asked to be her father at all. But this exhilaration was superseded 2 years later when our two points of starlight really connected—like the starlights of Star Trek Enterprise warp-driving to a single point of divine flash, far deep into the black of space. She, with her aggressive love of words, began to master voice and called out to me to come and play life. Every day thereafter, she sang words about her living, and with her golden brain made church bell memories, which have increased my love and my affection for her to this day.
And that was only the first of such moments; she was only the first of three children to be born into my arms. Twice more would I hold a child in my hands and smile my love into their whole being, care-giving to their sweet frame using what little maturity I had at that young time.
The second arrival was a she, as well, and I watched her grow through the age of two and then on to four, where she mastered the voice of She-Ra as she stepped down, stepped down, stepped down into my deepest of hearts. There she resides, having become the only birth of the three that deserved my poem-label of ‘a world and a universe in this one child:’ doctor, mother, linguist, Sergeant—and good ones.
And then my last, the writer, the only child I brag about daily to my students. He writes among the best in our family of writers. His voice is one that wraps around lines of copy-lingua that began at eight with the oblivions of pain on the planet Vagelon II, and now traverse their hard, tongue-trudging beats into songs which I could never carry in a million…. He too, has mastered voice, and sings—literally— out to me by my window. Although he is the only ‘son of my life’ in these three births, this morning star book is meant to especially encourage him. And out here in my ‘end of years,’ I still call him some of his 31 childhood names—names for talents, talents for names: Joe-E Louis, No Tae Woo, and all his Shamelis others.
Thus these three wanted children are the ‘all for one and one for all,’ and I alone, the fifth with them.)
(She who bore them shall always be the force (fourth) that is with them.)
Chapter 7
O Star!
The Blossoming
And here I was, on the 5th Floor of my success building, standing on the final ceiling under a darkening evening; I was looking out at the far, far glistening of the sea. From its silver edges in the great distance its silent cinema answered back to my inner quest for even more clarity of why I would choose to erect this building to explain my love for life.
I could not hear it roaring or feel the chill, whistle blow of its air tides as it onshore-dribbled my way. Just being here at last on the roof top was eventful enough, and I was in a smiling kind of rest knowing that my ‘choosing something like a star’ was finally at a satisfying end. I don’t think I could have counted all of the chaotic, dizzying word-thoughts that had come crashing into me since that first day in which I stood stare-stopped before that paper elevator in the yellow hallway of Foss High School. Only now, while I reflected out on the horizons of these thoughts, I could feel the flash heat of nirvana settling in: it was no big deal though, for I had been there before 39 years ago.
As I surveyed this ‘view from a height’ of my making, all of the cool fresh distances (those which were on my top-skull, and those that zeroed in from every side) began to sail in on me. The first of these quiescent fronts hit my face, and then, as they cavitated around me I could feel them entirely cloaking me. They next penetrated like an exhilarated dagger through my 3-haired chest and entered the heated quick of both of my breath sacks, finally to disappear after an electric glance off my spine; this left my whole frame with a missing ‘like a thought abut the brink of scroll—expanse, so taking.’
With silent drum rolls of happiness after assimilating this brief 360 mathematical, I was beginning to realize just how large of an uncovering of my inner mind that had just occurred: Here I am, thinking monumentally about the number one worthy in the present world in which anyone could write through, and at the same time trying to fully grasp that sum with my elderly brain. As I had expected, though, here on the 5th floor, I had finally pin-pointed, and had finally took hold firmly of that star. The overall weight of the task floated ghostily before me, but now seemed less foreboding; only the last, higher hurdle still loomed. This consisted of how to use my writing discipline to craft into the construction all of the hundreds of mysteries involved with this morning star. And then, after having written the whole of it, to place it where I could never forget it: just above the most favorite gallery in my entire known universe; six day-dawns above the western semi-curve and one and a half neck-turns to my left. This would fix its shine well under, but next to the Daystar, the son of the morning.
—Dumas fils
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * ** * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
(Looking West From Patmos)
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * ** * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Man-Brain
Man-Brain (As appears on FaithWriters.com)
by Samuel Dumas Click Blue to see 60 other articles at Faith Writers
09/08/19
Free to Share
Even in sorrow when tears
Break the glass of the eyes
And gravity pinches the brow,
A poem comes and roosts,
A thing of birth speaks
In Man-Brain:
Why are humans different?
That even in their sorrows
Their thoughts are careful
And profound,
And that like a poet
Something hidden and within
Prescribes cheer
Balance for balance against
That unnatural crimson flow
Of Heart Break.
—Dumas fils
by Samuel Dumas Click Blue to see 60 other articles at Faith Writers
09/08/19
Free to Share
Even in sorrow when tears
Break the glass of the eyes
And gravity pinches the brow,
A poem comes and roosts,
A thing of birth speaks
In Man-Brain:
Why are humans different?
That even in their sorrows
Their thoughts are careful
And profound,
And that like a poet
Something hidden and within
Prescribes cheer
Balance for balance against
That unnatural crimson flow
Of Heart Break.
—Dumas fils
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * ** * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Reverent Breath
Reverent Breath (As appears on FaithWriters.com)
by Samuel Dumas Click Blue to see 60 other articles at Faith Writers
09/08/19
Free to Share
The wind still breathes
Like a sigh through the land
But my father’s breath is still.
He lies facing his God
His calm complacency crumbles
Like the veined autumn leaf
Which has lost its tannin
And has no hiding
From the horrid black rains
Whose final thund pounds the air--
Creations, O Man, creations of silence,
Those heavy hounds of Hell!
And how quick is this horrid rain
That mutes the sounds of his body,
Disappearing these soulful clocks
As if they had never been.
The wind still must breathe
Like a sigh through the land
But my soul is still,
Paused in the reverencial traces
Of my father’s final cadence.
—Dumas fils
by Samuel Dumas Click Blue to see 60 other articles at Faith Writers
09/08/19
Free to Share
The wind still breathes
Like a sigh through the land
But my father’s breath is still.
He lies facing his God
His calm complacency crumbles
Like the veined autumn leaf
Which has lost its tannin
And has no hiding
From the horrid black rains
Whose final thund pounds the air--
Creations, O Man, creations of silence,
Those heavy hounds of Hell!
And how quick is this horrid rain
That mutes the sounds of his body,
Disappearing these soulful clocks
As if they had never been.
The wind still must breathe
Like a sigh through the land
But my soul is still,
Paused in the reverencial traces
Of my father’s final cadence.
—Dumas fils
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * ** * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Nabil's Coin: Henry Foss High School Apple, 2015
Nabil's Coin
Nabil's Coin (As appears on FaithWriters.com)
by Samuel Dumas Click Blue to see 60 other articles at Faith Writers
09/08/19
Free to Share
One other year when I was teaching, a student came into my algebra class and gave me an apple. It was a little petite thing. I loved how it shined in several places with white beryl spickles of importances as it used the white fluorescent lights overhead to produce its own kind of explanation marks. Obviously, this was the old ‘apple for the Teacher’ setup, and I was smiled-on by the gesture because here in my hand was an attractive, mannerable, and quietest of cafeteria lunch apples which had just come from the hand of the quietest and most mannerable young man in the class. It was his genuine soft spoken kind of smile that attended the offer which automatically guaranteed my acceptance of the setup.
For several moments I kept his smile on my face—the one he caused by his mild-mannered presentation—not because I was stuck or didn’t know how to receive the apple, or had any trouble whatever regarding the student’s readable thought behind the red-skinned thing. No, it was that subtle thread of intention that this smile had upstarted in me; it was that sharp surprise that still hung in the room even though it was filling with other noisily arriving students. In seriousness, most American students didn’t bother with the old ‘apple for the teacher’ bit; it had fallen out many years ago, and was replaced by showing the teacher the finds on cellphones of how to let the internet do your quadratic equations for you. Yet there Nabil had stood, saying with his small English, ‘for you’—and immediately following, my chest feeling the jolt of his javelin-of-sincerity just above my sinus node.
What I now held was his coin—his way of saying without poster, or American greeting card, or fruit basket, how much my gentle teaching had meant to him thus far. Over and over, his ‘weight of honor’ chi-chinged in my hand, rippling repeatedly up the radial nerve of my arm then whooshing upward to invade both eyeballs.
While I stared at his thin, tan face, my brain kept my hands busy by palm-wrapping and unwrapping the smooth waxy skin of that fruit; at the same time almost all my other sensors joined in, measuring and un-measuring its mass, its coolness, and even my pinky began to quickly read the fine hairs that still sprouted in the calyx: my mind was now in dual-core response with what to do with this tiny treasure. It was too unsafe to leave out on my teacher desk, and too bulging for any of the pockets in my cargo work pants. My gut idea for the apple was to eat it in only three half-bites. By that moment, however, the truth had firmly developed that all the mental math charts that now graphed and began to overlay themselves inside of me were just too valuable to let go of. The longing I now grieved with was: how to preserve the memory of the weight of the honor I had experienced, for I now felt an unsurpassed increase in my ‘pocket weight’. In that one moment in time, one foreign expression had made me more valuable inside.
Well, when the bell rang and the teacher’s voice had set the quiet-now command, I also set my own calming command for the heaving waves within. The rest of the day I guarded the apple, and at the end of classes I took it home. By passage of time, pondering and reverie I now knew what I would do with it. I would make it memorable, so that neither Nabil nor I would forget that day, nor this honest, likeable gift of cherishable thought. I would do this simple writing to make this learning child famous in his new American world, for I was sure he was unaware that he had created a new currency (in our relationship, at least). Oh, the usual currency still stayed there between teacher and student, but now because of his brilliant offer he had fashioned a new and improved form of legal tender—and had done so without house bill, committee delays or even a trudging preamble of senatorial Dictaphone of words. The whole brief change-over took less than ten seconds wherein a verbally frail novice, in a scary new world handed over ‘weight of honor’ in a song without too many words that mathed out in quiet sublimation, ‘You’re my very favorite teacher.’
[And so I was, and even more so, when his family and ten cousins, already attending our school, found the writing about his fame on my writing website, along with the photo of the uneaten apple.]
—Dumas fils
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * ** * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Keep Smiling
Keep Smiling (As appears on FaithWriters.com)
by Samuel Dumas Click Blue to see 60 other articles at Faith Writers
09/08/19
Free to Share
I met a baby at our graduation this past June. I leveled my face toward his and said, "Hi! I see you have a new baby-brain." That seemed to excite him. He smiled with baby-new eyes back at me, his tiny palms tightly surrounding air as if he knew now—after only two month-moments of breathing—that it was air that was to be highly prized; and that breathing and air worked great together; and that if you keep trying hard enough, words will eventually break out of your lungs. But all he could manage at that stage was to wind orate with his little mouth, thrust his clutched hands outward on both sides of his little tyke-of-a-body and kick his legs vigorously at me.
Again, I googled my face close, enjoying all of his miniature Spiderman movements which surprisingly had expulsed in response several googol-goos from some unused part of my man frame. "And you smile a lot too. Good!” I complimented, the exclamation point on the word good almost landing on a soprano’s high note, and that really set his bright eyes and appendages moving even more wildly.
While I famed for a second on his infectious glee, the thoughts in my inner man reveled on: “Keep smiling, little man, because smiling makes your brain grow faster. And after you learn to walk, don’t forget to smile at all the bugs you see; and all the colors on the toys you beep; and all the fragile flowers you investigate; and then later, all the books you will finger-drive through; and all the faces you’ll know, and all the buses you’ll ride; so that your brain will keep expanding until it is a man-brain, and then, after all this, you will surely be able to clutch the breath of life firmly in both of your homunculan hands, and with God’s help, do a lot of good in this world."
[A moment is technically classified as 90 seconds. So, a month-moment—since babies just seem to hold their age so well—was fabricated into my estimation of his age so that it covered 2 to 3 months. Man-brain is usually achieved around 12 years. Homunculan, go here: Wikipedia, psychology, homunculus.]
—Dumas fils
by Samuel Dumas Click Blue to see 60 other articles at Faith Writers
09/08/19
Free to Share
I met a baby at our graduation this past June. I leveled my face toward his and said, "Hi! I see you have a new baby-brain." That seemed to excite him. He smiled with baby-new eyes back at me, his tiny palms tightly surrounding air as if he knew now—after only two month-moments of breathing—that it was air that was to be highly prized; and that breathing and air worked great together; and that if you keep trying hard enough, words will eventually break out of your lungs. But all he could manage at that stage was to wind orate with his little mouth, thrust his clutched hands outward on both sides of his little tyke-of-a-body and kick his legs vigorously at me.
Again, I googled my face close, enjoying all of his miniature Spiderman movements which surprisingly had expulsed in response several googol-goos from some unused part of my man frame. "And you smile a lot too. Good!” I complimented, the exclamation point on the word good almost landing on a soprano’s high note, and that really set his bright eyes and appendages moving even more wildly.
While I famed for a second on his infectious glee, the thoughts in my inner man reveled on: “Keep smiling, little man, because smiling makes your brain grow faster. And after you learn to walk, don’t forget to smile at all the bugs you see; and all the colors on the toys you beep; and all the fragile flowers you investigate; and then later, all the books you will finger-drive through; and all the faces you’ll know, and all the buses you’ll ride; so that your brain will keep expanding until it is a man-brain, and then, after all this, you will surely be able to clutch the breath of life firmly in both of your homunculan hands, and with God’s help, do a lot of good in this world."
[A moment is technically classified as 90 seconds. So, a month-moment—since babies just seem to hold their age so well—was fabricated into my estimation of his age so that it covered 2 to 3 months. Man-brain is usually achieved around 12 years. Homunculan, go here: Wikipedia, psychology, homunculus.]
—Dumas fils
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * ** * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
One Day Last Week
One Day Last Week (As appears on FaithWriters.com)
by Samuel Dumas Click Blue to see 60 other articles at Faith Writers
10/09/19
For Sale
One Day Last Week
On one of the first days of the week my colleague and I were trying to figure out how to get our students interested in their future. After several starts we finally determined that in order to get them to appropriately value the future, we would need a past; and in order to obtain a past we would need a relationship. That relationship could then be used in the present—and only in that present—to build (teach) toward the future
Residents of the Past
How many things reside in one’s past? How many things are packed into two people’s past? How many good components make up the lives of our teachers, parents, and friends? If there is only one good thing, just one good, lively thought in a relationship, then today can become a new conversation. And it is the keeping close of that new conversation that could make future a desirable place to wisely go into.
One’s past and one’s relationship are never separated. So that, even after several decades apart, two can come close again and make future; even a very small, short past with so tiny a weak ember, or even a quick third degree flame can be used to rebuild a connection, and vibrate anew the relationship.
Word-Formed
We even experience relationship with only our self. We are always talking off the walls in our skull housing, whether it is making promises to ourselves or shouting down and calling ourselves ‘idioto’. The things that majorly form this kind of relationship are the true conversations of our soul. So, then, if there are words involved, then there exists some kind of relationship. Words announced aloud, form external relationships.
The Wynn Conversation
Michael Wynn visited our school and spoke to our staff. One of the gifts in words that he proffered in his presentation was on this order: if we want more of our students to think college boundedly, we might think toward changing our conversations with them. Somehow this small insight was hint enough to our teaching staff. His message now resonates with us, and we keep concluding ideas such as: only in the present can we change the conversation, and if we include a past, we can build (teach) new conversations which the students can use in their own future minds.
We don’t stand before our students tongue-clicking about the variety of things in our curriculum, without developing some shape of a relationship. No matter what dimensions the relationship has, two can build toward their future. It is our desire as educators to have impact on our students. We live to inspire the variety of them, and the few, ‘or even the one.’
The Blue Present
Only in the present can we build with the things from the past. These commodities (things) become the futures indeed, but nothing else can be used: we cannot grasp things not yet present, and bodily block them on top of one another as we play with them. If we are living in the trauma, loss, or a what-if of the past, such that the day is sad, morbid, or even chaotic, then we are obviously living in the past. If we are stopped in any major way by that past, then we are not moving into the future, not deciding to go there joyfully. Perhaps this is one reason some students become disinterested in their own future: the only thing they are ever going to be in control of as far as the choices made. If the past stops or deforms the will, then one does not have a past, a past has them.
So why not use the goods from a student’s past—especially those goods we personally know all of the details of, because they came into existence during our relationship? Whether privately within one’s self, or publicly toward another student, the details from the past can always be invested in one’s future, with exceptional return.
The Pride Moments of a Child
Most students, to be sure, would enjoy advancing while in the care and attention of a relative. Using moments from the past, gains us a new knowledge of future. Good relationships always foster acquisition of hidden nuances, and needed clarity—and to reform one of my old maxims: The more details you know, the more jobs you can find in the future. The more word-formed relationships one has, the more environmental safety one can see in the future. It’s like the young child building with their blocks, and after exploring for a while they say very quickly to their elders, ‘look what I built.’ Proud moments of a child happen just that easily, even at the High School level. Thus, the more words held in common in the relationship, the more comfortable the block builders will feel.
This process is exactly the same concept as that of adding a dimension: taking something we know that is good in a student’s life and building on it; making it broader, and doubly intensifying it at the same time. This adding of dimensions is one of the best parts of a relationship, and one of the most enjoyable reasons for having one.
(-ship, means shape, Webster and the Greeks.)
AT3
The baskets of fish and bread…In this miracle we see clearly what happens when one adds a dimension. Here we see something known being received and then folded a few thousand times so that it eventually fed the many—and the one small person who shared it. It is my belief that the disciples did not snatch the child’s lunch from him by force. After spying, perhaps bug-eyed, at over 1,000 miracles, by the end of the day the boy had to be in a relationship with the Master, and when the disciples explained that the Master had need of his lunch, it was freely given.
Even after many years, I am still in awe of the exponential redoubling of that known which fed all of those hurting people. They received great and grave blessings all that day by the savior’s healing, and had stayed around after being healed because they didn’t want to miss any moment of this kind of relationship. Even the boy had forgotten to eat his lunch. This crowd of thousands was beginning to see—and also as we should begin to see—that here in his presence was something of abundance, something free and boundless that he had come to add to their impoverished, dark habitat. And that they might have it more abundantly. His healing words had formed a relationship, and with that relationship he obtained a past. That was the day in which he formed new words inside of them, and sparks of interest then up-roared in their minds about their future.
(AT3 - Addendum of The Three)
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * ** * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Hey, Reader, ... A Word?! 003
Hey, Reader A Word 003 ( As appears on, FaithWriters.com)
by Samuel Dumas Click Blue to see 60 other articles at Faith Writers.
Free to Share
John 3:16 KJV
For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son,
that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life.
…so loved
To have a preference for, wish well to, regard the welfare of...Of the benevolence which God exhibited in giving his son…—Thayer’s Lexicon.
Besides the above… the following definition stands out with intensified expressions of this love feast:
That is, to take pleasure in the thing, prize it above other things, be unwilling to abandon it, or do without it. –Thayer’s Lexicon.
…the world
An apt and harmonious arrangement or constitution, order —Thayer’s Lexicon.
So it was the arrangement of the ‘world’ that God was unwilling to do without. Surely, man is included in this arrangement. For man exists as the crowning act of creation. When man found himself dying and surely died, the other arrangements also surely changed and died.
Young’s concordance (Greek word: kozmos, beauty) adds the word beauty to Thayer’s list of definitions. Beauty = that which exalts.
…gave his…
To give one to some one to care for his interests. –Thayer’s Lexicon.
As a blessing, as one who could take care of all man’s interests. Fulfill him. The usual discussion of this phrase focuses on the magnanimous sufferings , but Thayer’s definition tells of a more comprehensive thought, and from Thayer's we get meanings of the total needs of man being met in the giving—before the cross and after. For, after man’s needs were met, the giver would be with those who believe until the end of time.
He (the given) was a servant…a teacher…and He was a friend…and He was a lamb.
…only begotten Son
His only natural-spirited son, and with it the idea that he would entrust this servant task to no one else in the universe. And that the father would be ‘inside’ or ‘with’ His Son to make sure the interests and needs of man and the universe were fully met…and that the ‘reconciling’ was exactly accomplished. And that the ‘beauty’, the crowning act of creation, the arrangement, that first—in his image— man and woman, would even be exalted to the Throne of the universe and there be a joining of heirs.
…believeth
To think to be true, to be persuaded of, place confidence in
Used especially of the faith by which a man embraces Jesus, i.e. a conviction, full of joyful trust, that Jesus is the Messiah —the divinely appointed author of eternal salvation in the kingdom of God, con-joined with obedience to Christ… —Thayer’s Lexicon.
…but have
To have (hold) in the hand, in the sense of wearing, to have (hold) possession of the mind (refers to alarm, agitating emotions, etc.), to hold fast keep, to have or comprise or involve, to regard or consider or hold as…
External things such as pertain to property or riches or furniture or utensils or goods or food etc. …used of those joined to any one by the bonds of natural blood or marriage or friendship or duty or law etc, of attendance or companionship —Thayer’s Lexicon.
(Also, an interesting Greek word echo here, means to have.)
And they have and hold and are married to the nature of God…and become heirs and joint heirs…and participate in the judgments of their God.
…everlasting…
Without beginning and end, that which always has been and always will be…
Without end, never to cease, everlasting… —Thayer’s Lexicon.
Also, joined to thee forever as a sharer of the same eternal life. –Thayer’s Lexicon.
…Life.
Of the absolute fullness of life, both essential and ethical, which belongs to God, and through him both to the hypostatic "logos" and to Christ in whom the "logos" put on human nature…
'Life, real and genuine, a life active and vigorous, devoted to God, blessed, is the portion even in this world of those who put their trust in Christ, but after the resurrection to be consummated by new accessions (among them a more perfect body), and to last for ever….' —Thayer’s Lexicon.
—Dumas fils
by Samuel Dumas Click Blue to see 60 other articles at Faith Writers.
Free to Share
John 3:16 KJV
For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son,
that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life.
…so loved
To have a preference for, wish well to, regard the welfare of...Of the benevolence which God exhibited in giving his son…—Thayer’s Lexicon.
Besides the above… the following definition stands out with intensified expressions of this love feast:
That is, to take pleasure in the thing, prize it above other things, be unwilling to abandon it, or do without it. –Thayer’s Lexicon.
…the world
An apt and harmonious arrangement or constitution, order —Thayer’s Lexicon.
So it was the arrangement of the ‘world’ that God was unwilling to do without. Surely, man is included in this arrangement. For man exists as the crowning act of creation. When man found himself dying and surely died, the other arrangements also surely changed and died.
Young’s concordance (Greek word: kozmos, beauty) adds the word beauty to Thayer’s list of definitions. Beauty = that which exalts.
…gave his…
To give one to some one to care for his interests. –Thayer’s Lexicon.
As a blessing, as one who could take care of all man’s interests. Fulfill him. The usual discussion of this phrase focuses on the magnanimous sufferings , but Thayer’s definition tells of a more comprehensive thought, and from Thayer's we get meanings of the total needs of man being met in the giving—before the cross and after. For, after man’s needs were met, the giver would be with those who believe until the end of time.
He (the given) was a servant…a teacher…and He was a friend…and He was a lamb.
…only begotten Son
His only natural-spirited son, and with it the idea that he would entrust this servant task to no one else in the universe. And that the father would be ‘inside’ or ‘with’ His Son to make sure the interests and needs of man and the universe were fully met…and that the ‘reconciling’ was exactly accomplished. And that the ‘beauty’, the crowning act of creation, the arrangement, that first—in his image— man and woman, would even be exalted to the Throne of the universe and there be a joining of heirs.
…believeth
To think to be true, to be persuaded of, place confidence in
Used especially of the faith by which a man embraces Jesus, i.e. a conviction, full of joyful trust, that Jesus is the Messiah —the divinely appointed author of eternal salvation in the kingdom of God, con-joined with obedience to Christ… —Thayer’s Lexicon.
…but have
To have (hold) in the hand, in the sense of wearing, to have (hold) possession of the mind (refers to alarm, agitating emotions, etc.), to hold fast keep, to have or comprise or involve, to regard or consider or hold as…
External things such as pertain to property or riches or furniture or utensils or goods or food etc. …used of those joined to any one by the bonds of natural blood or marriage or friendship or duty or law etc, of attendance or companionship —Thayer’s Lexicon.
(Also, an interesting Greek word echo here, means to have.)
And they have and hold and are married to the nature of God…and become heirs and joint heirs…and participate in the judgments of their God.
…everlasting…
Without beginning and end, that which always has been and always will be…
Without end, never to cease, everlasting… —Thayer’s Lexicon.
Also, joined to thee forever as a sharer of the same eternal life. –Thayer’s Lexicon.
…Life.
Of the absolute fullness of life, both essential and ethical, which belongs to God, and through him both to the hypostatic "logos" and to Christ in whom the "logos" put on human nature…
'Life, real and genuine, a life active and vigorous, devoted to God, blessed, is the portion even in this world of those who put their trust in Christ, but after the resurrection to be consummated by new accessions (among them a more perfect body), and to last for ever….' —Thayer’s Lexicon.
—Dumas fils
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * ** * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Maintenance Only!
Throughout the Kozmos
His ancient forces
Never sleep--
Love, life and liberty
Cannot be stolen;
And are locked behind a door
In his Son with this sign:
Only small faiths
May enter here.
—Dumas fils
His ancient forces
Never sleep--
Love, life and liberty
Cannot be stolen;
And are locked behind a door
In his Son with this sign:
Only small faiths
May enter here.
—Dumas fils
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * ** * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Hey, Reader, ... A Word?! 002
Hey, Reader A Word 002 (Appears on FaithWriters.com)
by Samuel Dumas Click Blue to see 60 other articles at Faith Writers.
09/24/19
Free to Share
Hey, Reader A Word 002
"Wash you, make you clean; put away the evil of your doings from before mine eyes; cease to do evil; Learn to do well; seek judgment, relieve the oppressed, judge the fatherless, plead for the widow.
Come now, and let us reason together, saith the LORD: though your sins be as scarlet, they shall be as white as snow; though they be red like crimson, they shall be as wool." Isa. 1: 16-18
Reason = (strongs) to decide, adjudge, prove. [In other words: Math.]
Not Wimply
These words: Plead, Relieve, Cease, Seek, Learn, Put away, Declare, Justified, Transgression, are very intense and costly words. They demand of us cutting exactness, even if we are new to them, and careful intentioned thinking if we are to perform them. Not done in a wimply way, but forthrightly, just as the way in which God decided to deal with sin: before its entrance into the universe and after.
Regarding each one of these things above, Jesus did them, and he did them in only a ‘half week’. He accomplished more of those things in three and half years than we have done with a lifetime. One main reason: He did not do things wimply. He was intensely dealing with evil, dealing with wellness: every where he went he set up hospital and healed those who believed, desired, and brought themselves to him. He judged those who were judges, and judged them so diligently and straightforwardly that from the first dealings with them they wanted to kill him heavily. In relieving the oppressed he admonished them to go and sin no more, lest a worse thing come upon them. He saw them as a large congregation of sheep without a father, a leader, and had compassion on them, and judged and pleading for them the favor of his Father.
Now It's Our Turn
In the heavenly court above where our High Priest ministers for us, we are requested to accept council because we are incriminated and have been brought before the courts of heaven. During this ‘reasoning together’ (mathing together) God most certainly will present words like: Have you considered (mathed) my son, Jesus, He died for every human sin, you know. He has provided a way out of this court for you. Then you would willingly act somewhat surprised, and say: yeah, I’d like that good word applied to my account. Then after the court it will be that ‘though thy sins be as scarlet, they shall be as white as snow...’and after court is over, you will no more feel guilty but thankful, giving praise for what you knew was deserving of death for all that you have hurt, slighted, and maimed in your life.
In an even deeper explanation of the court, God might explain something like this: all these math things that the Law required of you, I (God) have also already done: i.e. relieved you, the oppressed; judged the fatherless: you who have lost connection with your maker; pleaded for the widow and widower: Adam and Eve, who both died when they ate of the tree; [we do the others: putting away, etc. because we have sin that needs to be confess and put away. We need to stop, because we are so easily addicted to sin. God does not need to do any of the things mentioned here. But tangentially, God has been implementing his plan to put sin away by cutting it off from the universe, as it were, and bringing it to a stop-end forever.]
Man has always been in need of a mediator, a judge, since the fall. And God was there, even before the fall, mathing things out to make sure it will be well with our souls. Additionally, he invites us to be there in the mix of adjudicating our individual trial. Our involvement with him began in the Garden of Eden, and is what he wants with us still: this involvement has always been delineated as an intimate intense relationship, a coming around in the evening to just talk things; and now, for all of our life, he has been asking us to come and reason together with him. Come and do math with him like He had with Adam and Eve. What an enjoyable request.
—Dumas fils
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * ** * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Who Did
Who spanned afore
The Heaven’s space
Then came to earth
And gave us grace:
Jesus. Jesus.
Who prayed in lofty
Mountains drear,
The Throne of Love
Midst Devil’s fear:
Jesus. Jesus.
Who scraped his bones
On Calvary’s tree
And took three nails
For you and me;
And shouldered all
Our sin and slop,
Whose body died
And spared no drop:
Yes...Jesus.
—Dumas fils
The Heaven’s space
Then came to earth
And gave us grace:
Jesus. Jesus.
Who prayed in lofty
Mountains drear,
The Throne of Love
Midst Devil’s fear:
Jesus. Jesus.
Who scraped his bones
On Calvary’s tree
And took three nails
For you and me;
And shouldered all
Our sin and slop,
Whose body died
And spared no drop:
Yes...Jesus.
—Dumas fils
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * ** * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
The Maths of Life
Ode To the Maths of Life (From: Preface to the book, Maths of Life, no page number yet.)
...This then is how the mind fire of the humanities propagates outward through a home, across a community, and into a world. Teeming with a wisdom which uses only built-in plumbing that always works, a wanted soul—trained up into the way that he should go—is blushed outward to do great good in the world.
It is this mothering of our young that gives recognition to these least of God’s children who come to us packaged with all the Maths of Life.
...This then is how the mind fire of the humanities propagates outward through a home, across a community, and into a world. Teeming with a wisdom which uses only built-in plumbing that always works, a wanted soul—trained up into the way that he should go—is blushed outward to do great good in the world.
It is this mothering of our young that gives recognition to these least of God’s children who come to us packaged with all the Maths of Life.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * ** * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Thanking Enough
(Appears on FaithWriters.com)
by Samuel Dumas Click Blue to see 60 other articles at Faith Writers.
09/24/19
Free to Share
(excerpt from, “End Of Years”, by D’fils)
…and then I write his poem, thanking him for thanking enough…
It was 16 years ago; we were burying a youth named Clayton. When the time came for eulogy and reflections, the old man, who had been sitting next to me, limped up to the mike and told his quivering voice-story about a grandmother who had passed. He told us in two minutes a lifetime of after-schools he had spent with her, and how he had thanked her many times for all her kindnesses while she was alive. He ended his reflection for us with: ‘I am sorry only that I did not thank you enough.’ And he sat back down next to me, and I looked over at him, unashamedly crying in wonderment of his words.
Even now I cry unshamedly for the many children I have loved who lived my learnings, and while grace lingered, took the time to thank me: because, for me, just one of their thank-you’s was always enough.
—Dumas fils https://www.faithwriters.com/member-profile.php?id=73156 Click Blue to see 60 other articles at Faith Writers.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * ** * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Earth Resident
I am of earth,
I admit by bray;
I am of earth,
In death I decay.
I am of earth,
Born little of time;
I am of earth,
All swaddled with grime.
I am of earth,
Though all is not lost;
I am of earth,
So God paid the cost.
I am of earth,
A producer of strife;
I am of earth,
But Christ takes my life.
“I am of earth,”
He then tells His Lord,
“I am of earth,
“Relent now Thy Sword.”
—Dumas fils
9 July 72
I admit by bray;
I am of earth,
In death I decay.
I am of earth,
Born little of time;
I am of earth,
All swaddled with grime.
I am of earth,
Though all is not lost;
I am of earth,
So God paid the cost.
I am of earth,
A producer of strife;
I am of earth,
But Christ takes my life.
“I am of earth,”
He then tells His Lord,
“I am of earth,
“Relent now Thy Sword.”
—Dumas fils
9 July 72
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * ** * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
The Former and The Last
Christ and humanity are portrayed in the loosed seal in the verse Rev. 6:1, as Rev. 6:1 is once again given application as a major event in the lives of God's people.
Two thousand years ago, human nature was purified when Christ took man’s nature, walked the earth with it, and took it to Calvary; to there die as offering for all sin done by humans.
When He takes the reins and rides the white horse (the church) during the last hours ahead of us, the white horse (the church) will need purification—‘without spot or wrinkle’—by sealing, latter rains, and the desires and the perseverance of the church.
This will be the last application of the vision concerning the unsealing of the book seen in the 5th and 6th chapters of Revelation, but it is mirrored in the life of Christ. So it is not too much wonder that only he was found worthy (of equal value) when the search was called forth in the 5th chapter of Revelation. His life so mirrors the conquering event in this verse.
Two thousand years ago, human nature was purified when Christ took man’s nature, walked the earth with it, and took it to Calvary; to there die as offering for all sin done by humans.
When He takes the reins and rides the white horse (the church) during the last hours ahead of us, the white horse (the church) will need purification—‘without spot or wrinkle’—by sealing, latter rains, and the desires and the perseverance of the church.
This will be the last application of the vision concerning the unsealing of the book seen in the 5th and 6th chapters of Revelation, but it is mirrored in the life of Christ. So it is not too much wonder that only he was found worthy (of equal value) when the search was called forth in the 5th chapter of Revelation. His life so mirrors the conquering event in this verse.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * ** * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
The Weeping Traveler
The pavement was dry for once
But all the way there
God kept weeping over my soul:
His rivers of living waters
Ran down, ran down
My neck to the nape
As, all in all,
On this traveler’s way,
I knew it was deemed
Undeserved, and under-appreciated.
Two thousand years ago,
On a day the Word had prophesied,
His blood spilled down, spilled down,
Dripping off his soiled feet,
Seeking and sanguining a darkened earth:
Until the cursings and the spear
Brought His manhood to end
In a hellish hanging--
They too, in their brotherly madness
And beneath His lamb’s moan,
Still did not know Him for who He was
And wanted Him gone from their sight.
Life walks on, walks on.
I now stand for a new ‘pied beauty’,
Esteeming the weight of His love
As it throbs against the thin pulse
Of my ‘hunger for righteousness;’
My meek trembling threatens to flee,
But His silent ear leans
Toward the breath of my life
And as I bend to bear my bleeding-cross,
He restores my regretment of life,
And covers, once more, my humanity
With His divine, friendly fire--
I kneel down, kneel down.
In a renewed garden of Eden,
As if on new earth,
I weep bliss
As I travel on through changed life,
Wandering debt-free
In His First Estate won for me.
His grace must still
Shed down, shed down;
The Daily, He is, must still leap
To the rejoicing of His joy,
And the shouts of His singing
Over my one ransomed soul--
For even after my earth-time and grievings,
And even after the darkness of Troubled Wrath,
When DayStar finally breaks
On that Second Great Morning,
The torrent from His endless death,
Like a be-stilled river’s rest,
Will forever run down, run down
My repentant neck to my nape,
Undeserved, but humbly appreciated.
—Dumas fils, 2018
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * ** * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Reason
Wash you, make you clean; put away the evil of your doings from before mine eyes; cease to do evil;Learn to do well; seek judgment, relieve the oppressed, judge the fatherless, plead for the widow.
Come now, and let us reason together, saith the LORD: though your sins be as scarlet, they shall be as white as snow; though they be red like crimson, they shall be as wool. Isa. 1: 16-18
Reason = (strongs) to decide, adjudge, prove [In other words: do math.]
Decide =
late 14c., "to settle a dispute, determine a controversy," from Old French decider, from Latin decidere "to decide, determine," literally "to cut off," from de "off" (see de-) + caedere "to cut" (from PIE root *kae-id- "to strike"). For Latin vowel change, see acquisition. Sense is of resolving difficulties "at a stroke." Meaning "to make up one's mind" is attested from 1830. Related: Decided; deciding.
Prove =
late 12c., pruven, proven "to try, test; evaluate; demonstrate," from Old French prover, pruver "show; convince; put to the test" (11c., Modern French prouver), from Latin probare "to make good; esteem, represent as good; make credible, show, demonstrate; test, inspect; judge by trial" (source also of Spanish probar, Italian probare), from probus "worthy, good, upright, virtuous," from PIE *pro-bhwo- "being in front," from *pro-, extended form of root *per- (1) "forward," hence "in front of"), + root *bhu- "to be" (source also of Latin fui "I have been," futurus "about to be;" Old English beon "to be;" see be). Related: Proved; proven; proving.
Adjudge =
late 14c., ajuge, "to make a judicial decision, decide by judicial opinion," from Old French ajugier "to judge, pass judgment on" (Modern French adjuger, the -d- was restored 14c. and English followed suit by 16c.), from Latin adiudicare "grant or award as a judge," from ad "to" (see ad-) + iudicare "to judge," which is related to iudicem "a judge" (see judge (n.)). Sense of "have an opinion" is from c. 1400. Related: Adjudged; adjudging.
Reason =
early 14c., resunmen, "to question (someone)," also "to challenge," from Old French raisoner "speak, discuss; argue; address; speak to," from Late Latin rationare "to discourse," from ratio "reckoning, understanding, motive, cause," from ratus, past participle of reri "to reckon, think," from PIE root *re- "to reason, count." Intransitive sense of "to think in a logical manner" is from 1590s.
Plead = contend, strive (for the fatherless); conduct a legal case for (fatherless, widow)
The fatherless and the widow would in Jewish society be in loss of inheritance and other major features of society. Therefore we are to struggle with and for them.
Relieve = (context) set right, righten
Cease = put to an end, stop, leave off
Seek = seek with application, study, follow, practice, absolute by wisdom
Learn = train, really teach [Rigor, Advanced Placement style]
Like as in Paul’s case where he beat his body into subjection and kept it there, as it were. No pain, no gain kind of concept.
Put away = turn aside, out of one's course
* * *
I, even I, am he that blotteth out thy transgressions for mine own sake, and will not remember thy sins. Put me in remembrance: let us plead together: declare thou, that thou mayest be justified. Isa. 43:25-25
Declare = to count, recount, relate
Plead = reciprocal, enter into controversy, plead: with God
Justified = be justified, in one's plea [because of what you are begging for]
Transgression = breach of trust (1), rebellion (6), rebellious (1), rebellious act (2), rebellious acts (2), transgression (37), transgressions (45).
Sin = sinful thing, sin
Not Wimply
These words: Plead, Relieve, Cease, Seek, Learn, Put away, Declare, Justified, Transgression, are very intense and costly words. They demand of us cutting exactness, even if we are new to them, and careful intentioned thinking if we are to perform them. Not done in a wimply way, but forthrightly, just as the way in which God decided to deal with sin: before its entrance into the universe and after.
Regarding each one of these things above, Jesus did them, and he did them in only a ‘half week’. He accomplished more of those things in three and half years than we have done with a lifetime. One main reason, he did not do things wimply. He was intensely dealing with evil, dealing with wellness: every where he went he set up hospital and healed those who believed, desired, and brought themselves to him. He judged those who were judges, and judged them so diligently and straightforwardly that from the first dealings with them they wanted to kill him heavily. In relieving the oppressed he admonished them to go and sin no more, lest a worse thing come upon them. He saw them as a large congregation of sheep without a father, a leader, and had compassion on them, and judged and pleading for them the favor of his Father.
Now It Is Our Turn
In the heavenly court above where our High Priest ministers for us, we are requested to accept council because we are incriminated and have been brought before the courts of heaven. During this ‘reasoning together’ (mathing together) God most certainly will present words like: Have you considered (mathed) my son, Jesus, He died for every human sin, you know. He has provided a way out of this court for you. Then you would willingly act somewhat surprised, and say: yeah, I’d like that good word applied to my account. Then after the court it will be that ‘though thy sins be as scarlet, they shall be as white as snow...’and after court is over, you will no more feel guilty but thankful, giving praise for what you knew was deserving of death for all that you have hurt, slighted, and maimed in your life.
In an even deeper explanation of the court, God might explain something like this: all these math things that the Law required of you, I (God) have also already done: i.e. relieved you, the oppressed; judged the fatherless: you who have lost connection with your maker; pleaded for the widow and widower: Adam and Eve, who both died when they ate of the tree; [we do the others: putting away, etc. because we have sin that needs to be confess and put away. We need to stop, because we are so easily addicted to sin. God does not need to do any of the things mentioned here. But tangentially, God has been implementing his plan to put sin away by cutting it off from the universe, as it were, and bringing it to a stop-end forever.]
Man has always been in need of a mediator, a judge, since the fall. And God was there, even before the fall, mathing things out to make sure it will be well with our souls. Additionally, he invites us to be there in the mix of adjudicating our individual trial. Our involvement with him began in the Garden of Eden, and is what he wants with us still: this involvement has always been delineated as an intimate intense relationship, a coming around in the evening to just talk things; and now, for all of our life, he has been asking us to come and reason together with him. Come and do math with him like He had with Adam and Eve. What an enjoyable request.
* * *
Come now, and let us reason together, saith the LORD: though your sins be as scarlet, they shall be as white as snow; though they be red like crimson, they shall be as wool. Isa. 1: 16-18
Reason = (strongs) to decide, adjudge, prove [In other words: do math.]
Decide =
late 14c., "to settle a dispute, determine a controversy," from Old French decider, from Latin decidere "to decide, determine," literally "to cut off," from de "off" (see de-) + caedere "to cut" (from PIE root *kae-id- "to strike"). For Latin vowel change, see acquisition. Sense is of resolving difficulties "at a stroke." Meaning "to make up one's mind" is attested from 1830. Related: Decided; deciding.
Prove =
late 12c., pruven, proven "to try, test; evaluate; demonstrate," from Old French prover, pruver "show; convince; put to the test" (11c., Modern French prouver), from Latin probare "to make good; esteem, represent as good; make credible, show, demonstrate; test, inspect; judge by trial" (source also of Spanish probar, Italian probare), from probus "worthy, good, upright, virtuous," from PIE *pro-bhwo- "being in front," from *pro-, extended form of root *per- (1) "forward," hence "in front of"), + root *bhu- "to be" (source also of Latin fui "I have been," futurus "about to be;" Old English beon "to be;" see be). Related: Proved; proven; proving.
Adjudge =
late 14c., ajuge, "to make a judicial decision, decide by judicial opinion," from Old French ajugier "to judge, pass judgment on" (Modern French adjuger, the -d- was restored 14c. and English followed suit by 16c.), from Latin adiudicare "grant or award as a judge," from ad "to" (see ad-) + iudicare "to judge," which is related to iudicem "a judge" (see judge (n.)). Sense of "have an opinion" is from c. 1400. Related: Adjudged; adjudging.
Reason =
early 14c., resunmen, "to question (someone)," also "to challenge," from Old French raisoner "speak, discuss; argue; address; speak to," from Late Latin rationare "to discourse," from ratio "reckoning, understanding, motive, cause," from ratus, past participle of reri "to reckon, think," from PIE root *re- "to reason, count." Intransitive sense of "to think in a logical manner" is from 1590s.
Plead = contend, strive (for the fatherless); conduct a legal case for (fatherless, widow)
The fatherless and the widow would in Jewish society be in loss of inheritance and other major features of society. Therefore we are to struggle with and for them.
Relieve = (context) set right, righten
Cease = put to an end, stop, leave off
Seek = seek with application, study, follow, practice, absolute by wisdom
Learn = train, really teach [Rigor, Advanced Placement style]
Like as in Paul’s case where he beat his body into subjection and kept it there, as it were. No pain, no gain kind of concept.
Put away = turn aside, out of one's course
* * *
I, even I, am he that blotteth out thy transgressions for mine own sake, and will not remember thy sins. Put me in remembrance: let us plead together: declare thou, that thou mayest be justified. Isa. 43:25-25
Declare = to count, recount, relate
Plead = reciprocal, enter into controversy, plead: with God
Justified = be justified, in one's plea [because of what you are begging for]
Transgression = breach of trust (1), rebellion (6), rebellious (1), rebellious act (2), rebellious acts (2), transgression (37), transgressions (45).
Sin = sinful thing, sin
Not Wimply
These words: Plead, Relieve, Cease, Seek, Learn, Put away, Declare, Justified, Transgression, are very intense and costly words. They demand of us cutting exactness, even if we are new to them, and careful intentioned thinking if we are to perform them. Not done in a wimply way, but forthrightly, just as the way in which God decided to deal with sin: before its entrance into the universe and after.
Regarding each one of these things above, Jesus did them, and he did them in only a ‘half week’. He accomplished more of those things in three and half years than we have done with a lifetime. One main reason, he did not do things wimply. He was intensely dealing with evil, dealing with wellness: every where he went he set up hospital and healed those who believed, desired, and brought themselves to him. He judged those who were judges, and judged them so diligently and straightforwardly that from the first dealings with them they wanted to kill him heavily. In relieving the oppressed he admonished them to go and sin no more, lest a worse thing come upon them. He saw them as a large congregation of sheep without a father, a leader, and had compassion on them, and judged and pleading for them the favor of his Father.
Now It Is Our Turn
In the heavenly court above where our High Priest ministers for us, we are requested to accept council because we are incriminated and have been brought before the courts of heaven. During this ‘reasoning together’ (mathing together) God most certainly will present words like: Have you considered (mathed) my son, Jesus, He died for every human sin, you know. He has provided a way out of this court for you. Then you would willingly act somewhat surprised, and say: yeah, I’d like that good word applied to my account. Then after the court it will be that ‘though thy sins be as scarlet, they shall be as white as snow...’and after court is over, you will no more feel guilty but thankful, giving praise for what you knew was deserving of death for all that you have hurt, slighted, and maimed in your life.
In an even deeper explanation of the court, God might explain something like this: all these math things that the Law required of you, I (God) have also already done: i.e. relieved you, the oppressed; judged the fatherless: you who have lost connection with your maker; pleaded for the widow and widower: Adam and Eve, who both died when they ate of the tree; [we do the others: putting away, etc. because we have sin that needs to be confess and put away. We need to stop, because we are so easily addicted to sin. God does not need to do any of the things mentioned here. But tangentially, God has been implementing his plan to put sin away by cutting it off from the universe, as it were, and bringing it to a stop-end forever.]
Man has always been in need of a mediator, a judge, since the fall. And God was there, even before the fall, mathing things out to make sure it will be well with our souls. Additionally, he invites us to be there in the mix of adjudicating our individual trial. Our involvement with him began in the Garden of Eden, and is what he wants with us still: this involvement has always been delineated as an intimate intense relationship, a coming around in the evening to just talk things; and now, for all of our life, he has been asking us to come and reason together with him. Come and do math with him like He had with Adam and Eve. What an enjoyable request.
* * *
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * ** * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Has John Eaten
|
The Book Of Revelation “When we as a people understand what this book means to us, there will be seen among us a great revival. We do not understand fully the lessons that it teaches, notwithstanding the injunction given us to search and study it.” Testimonies to Ministers, Pg. 113 |
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * ** * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
The Disobedient Horse
The Promise
Zechariah 4:1-6. And the angel that talked with me came again, and waked me, as a man that is wakened out of his sleep, And said unto me, What seest thou? And I said, I have looked, and behold a candlestick all of gold, with a bowl upon the top of it, and his seven lamps thereon, and seven pipes to the seven lamps, which are upon the top thereof: And two olive trees by it, one upon the right side of the bowl, and the other upon the left side thereof. So I answered and spake to the angel that talked with me, saying, What are these, my lord? Then the angel that talked with me answered and said unto me, Knowest thou not what these be? And I said, No, my lord. Then he answered and spake unto me, saying, This is the word of the LORD unto Zerubbabel, saying, Not by might, nor by power, but by my spirit, saith the LORD of hosts.
Benson Commentary: "Then he answered, Not by might nor by power, &c. — That is, Zerubbabel and Joshua, with the Jews under their conduct, shall finish the temple and re-establish the Jewish state, not by force of arms, nor by human power, but by the aid of my providence and grace; just as the lamps are supplied with oil in a secret and invisible manner, without the help of man. Thus the angel answers the prophet’s question….but to comfort and encourage an almost desponding people by the assurance that God would, not by those human means, in which they were sufficiently sensible of their own deficiency, but by his own Spirit, render his church triumphant over all opposition.”
The Rider Forsakes Not
In these early times as the Nation of Israel was being led to Babylon as a disobedient horse that would not be ridden, the rider (the God of Israel) did not forsake the horse. So, also, as in the application of the first seal in the 6th chapter of Revelation, being the early churches in the first centuries, who were somehow corrupted by ‘wolves’, etc. and became unridable to the finish line, the rider did not forsake the horse.
The imagery in these first two events can give hope to us today, though. We had been offered a time to go ‘into the kingdom ere this’, but are as a horse that will not be ridden. The Great God did not forsake us even then, but the promise still stands, that the spirit will exercise all the power and might of the universe, if necessary, to finish the plan. Eventually, the horse in the 6th chapter of Revelation will be finally lit by the prince of life, and the horse and rider will indeed go out conquering and to conquer.
How to Light the Lampstand
Question: When and how will the horse become willing and the lampstand be lighted?
Answer: When the church shows a deep interest in the truths of the book of Revelation; indeed, not just the words here, but all words that proceed out of the mouth of God.
As believers, we must eat the flesh of the Son of God, and drink his blood. The flesh is his words, and his blood is his life: the life that was shed for us, renewed from the grave again, and is now being applied for us in the heavenly sanctuary.
Hidden Halves
The meaning of a word is its hidden half, as it were, even the vital force that shapes its nuance and color. We can scan the visual letters of a word, and we can be acquainted with their order; but the written word does not accomplish much just sitting there scrawled into the parchment by its oils. The value and activity of them lays in the spirit behind them, in the invisible might and power of them put there by the creator of the words. In these meanings are found the ‘other words’ of spirit and of life which Peter spoke about in John 6:67. Therefore, if we must be in answer to the question above, we must try to ‘draw life’ from all the words we find in the scriptures. If the church in this age is to be the horse in the 6th chapter, then we must become those who earnestly dig deeply into the meanings of all words, those who appropriately apply them, and those who let the rider of the horse guide them into the battle of ‘a million tasks’: the ends of the world.
Outstanding visual article, on the ink process of old:
http://medievalwriting.50megs.com/tools/ink.htm
Zechariah 4:1-6. And the angel that talked with me came again, and waked me, as a man that is wakened out of his sleep, And said unto me, What seest thou? And I said, I have looked, and behold a candlestick all of gold, with a bowl upon the top of it, and his seven lamps thereon, and seven pipes to the seven lamps, which are upon the top thereof: And two olive trees by it, one upon the right side of the bowl, and the other upon the left side thereof. So I answered and spake to the angel that talked with me, saying, What are these, my lord? Then the angel that talked with me answered and said unto me, Knowest thou not what these be? And I said, No, my lord. Then he answered and spake unto me, saying, This is the word of the LORD unto Zerubbabel, saying, Not by might, nor by power, but by my spirit, saith the LORD of hosts.
Benson Commentary: "Then he answered, Not by might nor by power, &c. — That is, Zerubbabel and Joshua, with the Jews under their conduct, shall finish the temple and re-establish the Jewish state, not by force of arms, nor by human power, but by the aid of my providence and grace; just as the lamps are supplied with oil in a secret and invisible manner, without the help of man. Thus the angel answers the prophet’s question….but to comfort and encourage an almost desponding people by the assurance that God would, not by those human means, in which they were sufficiently sensible of their own deficiency, but by his own Spirit, render his church triumphant over all opposition.”
The Rider Forsakes Not
In these early times as the Nation of Israel was being led to Babylon as a disobedient horse that would not be ridden, the rider (the God of Israel) did not forsake the horse. So, also, as in the application of the first seal in the 6th chapter of Revelation, being the early churches in the first centuries, who were somehow corrupted by ‘wolves’, etc. and became unridable to the finish line, the rider did not forsake the horse.
The imagery in these first two events can give hope to us today, though. We had been offered a time to go ‘into the kingdom ere this’, but are as a horse that will not be ridden. The Great God did not forsake us even then, but the promise still stands, that the spirit will exercise all the power and might of the universe, if necessary, to finish the plan. Eventually, the horse in the 6th chapter of Revelation will be finally lit by the prince of life, and the horse and rider will indeed go out conquering and to conquer.
How to Light the Lampstand
Question: When and how will the horse become willing and the lampstand be lighted?
Answer: When the church shows a deep interest in the truths of the book of Revelation; indeed, not just the words here, but all words that proceed out of the mouth of God.
As believers, we must eat the flesh of the Son of God, and drink his blood. The flesh is his words, and his blood is his life: the life that was shed for us, renewed from the grave again, and is now being applied for us in the heavenly sanctuary.
Hidden Halves
The meaning of a word is its hidden half, as it were, even the vital force that shapes its nuance and color. We can scan the visual letters of a word, and we can be acquainted with their order; but the written word does not accomplish much just sitting there scrawled into the parchment by its oils. The value and activity of them lays in the spirit behind them, in the invisible might and power of them put there by the creator of the words. In these meanings are found the ‘other words’ of spirit and of life which Peter spoke about in John 6:67. Therefore, if we must be in answer to the question above, we must try to ‘draw life’ from all the words we find in the scriptures. If the church in this age is to be the horse in the 6th chapter, then we must become those who earnestly dig deeply into the meanings of all words, those who appropriately apply them, and those who let the rider of the horse guide them into the battle of ‘a million tasks’: the ends of the world.
Outstanding visual article, on the ink process of old:
http://medievalwriting.50megs.com/tools/ink.htm
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * ** * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
It is better to hear the rebuke of the wise,
than for a man to hear the song of fools. —Eccles. 7:5
than for a man to hear the song of fools. —Eccles. 7:5
Pulpit Commentary
Verse 5. - It is better to hear the rebuke of the wise. Gearah, "rebuke," is the word used in Proverbs for the grave admonition which heals and strengthens while it wounds (see Proverbs 13:1; Proverbs 17:10). The silent lessons which a man learns from the contemplation of others' sorrow are rightly supplemented by the salutary correction of the wise man's tongue. Than for a man to hear the song of fools. Shir, "song," is a general term used of sacred or profane song; the connection here with the second clause of ver. 4, etc., leads one to think of the hoister-cue, reckless, often immodest, singing heard in the house of revelry, such as Amos (Amos 6:5) calls "idle songs to the sound of the viol" Koheleth might have heard these in his own country, without drawing his experience from the license of Greek practice or the impurity of Greek lyrics. The Vulgate renders the clause, Quum stultorum adulatione decipi, Than to be deceived by the flattery of tools." This is a paraphrase; the correctness is negatived by the explanation given in the following verse.
Gill's Exposition of the Entire Bible
It is better to hear the rebuke of the wise,.... To listen to it diligently, receive it cordially, and act according to it; though it may be disagreeable to the flesh, and give present pain, yet the effect and issue will be good, and show that man to be wise that hears it, as well as he that gives it; see Psalm 141:1;
than for a man to hear the song of fools; the vain and impure songs that foolish men sing in the house of mirth; or the flatteries of foolish men, which tickle and please the mind, as music and songs do: or, "than a man that hears the song of fools" (i), and is pleased with it.
Jamieson-Fausset-Brown Bible Commentary
5. (Ps 141:4, 5). Godly reproof offends the flesh, but benefits the spirit. Fools' songs in the house of mirth please the flesh, but injure the soul.
Matthew Henry Commentary
7:1-6 Reputation for piety and honesty is more desirable than all the wealth and pleasure in this world. It will do more good to go to a funeral than to a feast. We may lawfully go to both, as there is occasion; our Saviour both feasted at the wedding of his friend in Cana, and wept at the grave of his friend in Bethany. But, considering how apt we are to be vain and indulge the flesh, it is best to go to the house of mourning, to learn the end of man as to this world. Seriousness is better than mirth and jollity. That is best for us which is best for our souls, though it be unpleasing to sense. It is better to have our corruptions mortified by the rebuke of the wise, than to have them gratified by the song of fools. The laughter of a fool is soon gone, the end of his mirth is heaviness.
The Value of Wisdom (Ecclesiastes Chapter 7)
1A good name is better than precious ointment; and the day of death than the day of one's birth.
2It is better to go to the house of mourning, than to go to the house of feasting: for that is the end of all men; and the living will lay it to his heart.
3Sorrow is better than laughter: for by the sadness of the countenance the heart is made better.
4The heart of the wise is in the house of mourning; but the heart of fools is in the house of mirth.
5It is better to hear the rebuke of the wise, than for a man to hear the song of fools.
6For as the crackling of thorns under a pot, so is the laughter of the fool: this also isvanity.
7Surely oppression maketh a wise man mad; and a gift destroyeth the heart.
8Better is the end of a thing than the beginning thereof: and the patient in spirit isbetter than the proud in spirit.
9Be not hasty in thy spirit to be angry: for anger resteth in the bosom of fools.
10Say not thou, What is the cause that the former days were better than these? for thou dost not inquire wisely concerning this.
11Wisdom is good with an inheritance: and by it there is profit to them that see the sun.
12For wisdom is a defence, and money is a defence: but the excellency of knowledge is, that wisdom giveth life to them that have it.
13Consider the work of God: for who can make that straight, which he hath made crooked?
14In the day of prosperity be joyful, but in the day of adversity consider: God also hath set the one over against the other, to the end that man should find nothing after him.
15All things have I seen in the days of my vanity: there is a just man that perisheth in his righteousness, and there is a wicked man that prolongeth his life in his wickedness. 16Be not righteous over much; neither make thyself over wise: why shouldest thou destroy thyself? 17Be not over much wicked, neither be thou foolish: why shouldest thou die before thy time? 18It is good that thou shouldest take hold of this; yea, also from this withdraw not thine hand: for he that feareth God shall come forth of them all.
19Wisdom strengtheneth the wise more than ten mighty men which are in the city.20For there is not a just man upon earth, that doeth good, and sinneth not. 21Also take no heed unto all words that are spoken; lest thou hear thy servant curse thee:22For oftentimes also thine own heart knoweth that thou thyself likewise hast cursed others.
23All this have I proved by wisdom: I said, I will be wise; but it was far from me.24That which is far off, and exceeding deep, who can find it out? 25I applied mine heart to know, and to search, and to seek out wisdom, and the reason of things, and to know the wickedness of folly, even of foolishness and madness: 26And I find more bitter than death the woman, whose heart is snares and nets, and her hands as bands: whoso pleaseth God shall escape from her; but the sinner shall be taken by her.
27Behold, this have I found, saith the preacher, counting one by one, to find out the account: 28Which yet my soul seeketh, but I find not: one man among a thousand have I found; but a woman among all those have I not found. 29Lo, this only have I found, that God hath made man upright; but they have sought out many inventions.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * ** * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
About an Infinite Video
Eph 5:25 -27 KJV –
Husbands, love your wives, even as Christ also loved the church, and gave himself for it; That he might sanctify and cleanse it with the washing of water by the word, That he might present it to himself a glorious church, not having spot, or wrinkle, or any such thing; but that it should be holy and without blemish.
Eph 5:25 -27 NIV –
Husbands, love your wives, just as Christ loved the church and gave himself up for her to make her holy, cleansing her by the washing with water through the word, and to present her to himself as a radiant church, without stain or wrinkle or any other blemish, but holy and blameless. Husbands should love their wives, just as Christ loved the Church and sacrificed himself for her to make her holy by washing her in cleansing water with a form of words, so that when he took the Church to himself she would be glorious, with no speck or wrinkle or anything like that, but holy and faultless.
The word form translated here comes from the Greek word eidos; when Jerome translated from the Greek and Hebrew into Latin, it became Video. (see 1.below for reference)
video = word-forming element.
Parenthetically, word can mean an individual word, or a whole group of messages, books etc. When we have a group of story boards in motion pictures we call them a movie or video—together they are word-forming elements.
God wants us to watch, and tell the world to watch, the video of His Son dying on the cross and why (The dying and the why make up the Gospel) so that we can be washed by the water from this movie. It should be the only movie in town, as it were. We should see tears on all those who exit the showing; we should be refreshed the more we think about its meanings; and we should be purged and cleansed by its power—power we can see and power of the infinitudes that formed this movie for us. And it should be a daily viewing.
We should never think it is so narrow as a display that a single viewer could know everything about it. Most movies, videos and Power Point presentations are packed with nuances and behind the scenes detail that we can be amazed far longer than the first 90 minutes of them. Well, this Video-of-all-videos has a cast that is infinite, the plot is about an eternal subject, and the details and action sets are done by immortal characters. It is never to be exhausted; we will think and see new things about it eternally.
So, in final fact, this Word has millions of infinitudes of words in it. And what it is washing away from us is a very devious and everlasting stain. It was the design of God that man should live beside him forever. So redemption is designed to recover all that was lost when sin entered man's life —all that God lost and all that man lost. An infinite loss; an infinite plan; an infinite video.
1. http://www.newadvent.org/cathen/06137b.htm
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
A special link to learn the most about Grandparents Day, September 13
https://aga.grandparents.com/
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
John 3:16 KJV
For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son,
that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life.
…so loved
To have a preference for, wish well to, regard the welfare of..
Of the benevolence which God exhibited in giving his son…
--Thayer’s Lexicon.
Besides the above… the following definition stands out with intensified expressions of this love feast:
That is, to take pleasure in the thing, prize it above other things, be unwilling to abandon it, or do without it. –Thayer’s Lexicon.
…the world
An apt and harmonious arrangement or constitution, order --Thayer’s Lexicon.
So it was the arrangement of the ‘world’ that God was unwilling to do without. Surely, man is included in this arrangement. For man exists as the crowning act of creation. When man found himself dying and surely died, the other arrangements also surely changed and died.
Young’s concordance (Greek word: kozmos, beauty) adds the word beauty to Thayer’s list of definitions. Beauty = that which exalts.
…gave his…
To give one to some one to care for his interests. –Thayer’s Lexicon.
As a blessing, as one who could take care of all man’s interests. Fulfill him. The usual discussion of this phrase focuses on the magnanimous sufferings , but Thayer’s definition tells of a more comprehensive thought, and from Thayer's we get meanings of the total needs of man being met in the giving—before the cross and after. For, after man’s needs were met, the giver would be with those who believe until the end of time.
He (the given) was a servant…a teacher…and He was a friend…and He was a lamb.
…only begotten Son
His only natural-spirited son, and with it the idea that he would entrust this servant task to no one else in the universe. And that the father would be ‘inside’ or ‘with’ His Son to make sure the interests and needs of man and the universe were fully met…and that the ‘reconciling’ was exactly accomplished. And that the ‘beauty’, the crowning act of creation, the arrangement, that first—in his image— man and woman, would even be exalted to the Throne of the universe and there be a joining of heirs.
…believeth
to think to be true, to be persuaded of, place confidence in
Used especially of the faith by which a man embraces Jesus, i.e. a conviction, full of joyful trust, that Jesus is the Messiah —the divinely appointed author of eternal salvation in the kingdom of God, con-joined with obedience to Christ… —Thayer’s Lexicon.
…but have
to have (hold) in the hand, in the sense of wearing, to have (hold) possession of the mind (refers to alarm, agitating emotions, etc.), to hold fast keep, to have or comprise or involve, to regard or consider or hold as…
external things such as pertain to property or riches or furniture or utensils or goods or food etc. …used of those joined to any one by the bonds of natural blood or marriage or friendship or duty or law etc, of attendance or companionship --Thayer’s Lexicon.
(Also, an interesting Greek word echo here, means to have.)
And they have and hold and are married to the nature of God…and become heirs and joint heirs…and participate in the judgments of their God.
…everlasting…
without beginning and end, that which always has been and always will be…
without end, never to cease, everlasting… --Thayer’s Lexicon.
Also, joined to thee forever as a sharer of the same eternal life. –Thayer’s Lexicon.
…Life.
of the absolute fullness of life, both essential and ethical, which belongs to God, and through him both to the hypostatic "logos" and to Christ in whom the "logos" put on human nature…
life real and genuine, a life active and vigorous, devoted to God, blessed, in the portion even in this world of those who put their trust in Christ, but after the resurrection to be consummated by new accessions (among them a more perfect body), and to last for ever… --Thayer’s Lexicon.
John 3:16 KJV
For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life.
* * *
Addendum: John 3:16 and The Book of Revelation
…John 3:16…
Rev 5:9 KJV - And they sung a new song, saying, Thou art worthy to take the book, and to open the seals thereof: for thou wast slain, and hast redeemed us to God by thy blood out of every kindred, and tongue, and people, and nation;
Rev 5:10 KJV - And hast made us unto our God kings and priests: and we shall reign on the earth.
…so loved…
Rev 1:5 KJV - And from Jesus Christ, who is the faithful witness, and the first begotten of the dead, and the prince of the kings of the earth. Unto him that loved us, and washed us from our sins in his own blood,
…so loved the kozmos…
Rev 4:9 KJV - And when those beasts give glory and honour and thanks to him that sat on the throne, who liveth for ever and ever,
Rev 4:10 KJV - The four and twenty elders fall down before him that sat on the throne, and worship him that liveth for ever and ever, and cast their crowns before the throne, saying,
Rev 4:11 KJV - Thou art worthy, O Lord, to receive glory and honour and power: for thou hast created all things, and for thy pleasure they are and were created.
* * *
For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son,
that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life.
…so loved
To have a preference for, wish well to, regard the welfare of..
Of the benevolence which God exhibited in giving his son…
--Thayer’s Lexicon.
Besides the above… the following definition stands out with intensified expressions of this love feast:
That is, to take pleasure in the thing, prize it above other things, be unwilling to abandon it, or do without it. –Thayer’s Lexicon.
…the world
An apt and harmonious arrangement or constitution, order --Thayer’s Lexicon.
So it was the arrangement of the ‘world’ that God was unwilling to do without. Surely, man is included in this arrangement. For man exists as the crowning act of creation. When man found himself dying and surely died, the other arrangements also surely changed and died.
Young’s concordance (Greek word: kozmos, beauty) adds the word beauty to Thayer’s list of definitions. Beauty = that which exalts.
…gave his…
To give one to some one to care for his interests. –Thayer’s Lexicon.
As a blessing, as one who could take care of all man’s interests. Fulfill him. The usual discussion of this phrase focuses on the magnanimous sufferings , but Thayer’s definition tells of a more comprehensive thought, and from Thayer's we get meanings of the total needs of man being met in the giving—before the cross and after. For, after man’s needs were met, the giver would be with those who believe until the end of time.
He (the given) was a servant…a teacher…and He was a friend…and He was a lamb.
…only begotten Son
His only natural-spirited son, and with it the idea that he would entrust this servant task to no one else in the universe. And that the father would be ‘inside’ or ‘with’ His Son to make sure the interests and needs of man and the universe were fully met…and that the ‘reconciling’ was exactly accomplished. And that the ‘beauty’, the crowning act of creation, the arrangement, that first—in his image— man and woman, would even be exalted to the Throne of the universe and there be a joining of heirs.
…believeth
to think to be true, to be persuaded of, place confidence in
Used especially of the faith by which a man embraces Jesus, i.e. a conviction, full of joyful trust, that Jesus is the Messiah —the divinely appointed author of eternal salvation in the kingdom of God, con-joined with obedience to Christ… —Thayer’s Lexicon.
…but have
to have (hold) in the hand, in the sense of wearing, to have (hold) possession of the mind (refers to alarm, agitating emotions, etc.), to hold fast keep, to have or comprise or involve, to regard or consider or hold as…
external things such as pertain to property or riches or furniture or utensils or goods or food etc. …used of those joined to any one by the bonds of natural blood or marriage or friendship or duty or law etc, of attendance or companionship --Thayer’s Lexicon.
(Also, an interesting Greek word echo here, means to have.)
And they have and hold and are married to the nature of God…and become heirs and joint heirs…and participate in the judgments of their God.
…everlasting…
without beginning and end, that which always has been and always will be…
without end, never to cease, everlasting… --Thayer’s Lexicon.
Also, joined to thee forever as a sharer of the same eternal life. –Thayer’s Lexicon.
…Life.
of the absolute fullness of life, both essential and ethical, which belongs to God, and through him both to the hypostatic "logos" and to Christ in whom the "logos" put on human nature…
life real and genuine, a life active and vigorous, devoted to God, blessed, in the portion even in this world of those who put their trust in Christ, but after the resurrection to be consummated by new accessions (among them a more perfect body), and to last for ever… --Thayer’s Lexicon.
John 3:16 KJV
For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life.
* * *
Addendum: John 3:16 and The Book of Revelation
…John 3:16…
Rev 5:9 KJV - And they sung a new song, saying, Thou art worthy to take the book, and to open the seals thereof: for thou wast slain, and hast redeemed us to God by thy blood out of every kindred, and tongue, and people, and nation;
Rev 5:10 KJV - And hast made us unto our God kings and priests: and we shall reign on the earth.
…so loved…
Rev 1:5 KJV - And from Jesus Christ, who is the faithful witness, and the first begotten of the dead, and the prince of the kings of the earth. Unto him that loved us, and washed us from our sins in his own blood,
…so loved the kozmos…
Rev 4:9 KJV - And when those beasts give glory and honour and thanks to him that sat on the throne, who liveth for ever and ever,
Rev 4:10 KJV - The four and twenty elders fall down before him that sat on the throne, and worship him that liveth for ever and ever, and cast their crowns before the throne, saying,
Rev 4:11 KJV - Thou art worthy, O Lord, to receive glory and honour and power: for thou hast created all things, and for thy pleasure they are and were created.
* * *
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
23rd Psalm and The Book of Revelation
To find that the Book of Revelation burns with glorious songs is not too difficult to miss. So when we look at some of the treasured Psalms that have drawn our souls out into the open, we can view the power that makes us weep and know more assuredly that music and Revelation are closely built on the words of Heaven. Thus we can easily see that the connection between 23rd Psalm and the Book of Revelation is linked by song and power.
One passage is a chapter: 23rd Psalm. The other a book of revelation filled with the most expansive symbols and meanings probably ever spoken. But let's study and enjoy them by starting from the 23rd Psalm, a passage we have come to understand over years of lilting its words on our knees, and then let's compare what the Book of Revelation portrays in its special musicological form.
Two words: Justification and Sanctification are both important to these two passages. We know that these two words were delivered to a cross that year in ad 30-ish. At that time we know they were summated toward us, and sealed in God's mind forever. But happy am I to see that the 23rd Psalm--a best loved score for me--holds that same power of effect as the Book of Revelation in its thunderous symbolized genomes. They both champion Justification and Sanctification, two words we all hold favorable, vital, and dear.
--Dumas fils
To find that the Book of Revelation burns with glorious songs is not too difficult to miss. So when we look at some of the treasured Psalms that have drawn our souls out into the open, we can view the power that makes us weep and know more assuredly that music and Revelation are closely built on the words of Heaven. Thus we can easily see that the connection between 23rd Psalm and the Book of Revelation is linked by song and power.
One passage is a chapter: 23rd Psalm. The other a book of revelation filled with the most expansive symbols and meanings probably ever spoken. But let's study and enjoy them by starting from the 23rd Psalm, a passage we have come to understand over years of lilting its words on our knees, and then let's compare what the Book of Revelation portrays in its special musicological form.
Two words: Justification and Sanctification are both important to these two passages. We know that these two words were delivered to a cross that year in ad 30-ish. At that time we know they were summated toward us, and sealed in God's mind forever. But happy am I to see that the 23rd Psalm--a best loved score for me--holds that same power of effect as the Book of Revelation in its thunderous symbolized genomes. They both champion Justification and Sanctification, two words we all hold favorable, vital, and dear.
--Dumas fils
...Things I wanted him to know, only we had run out of his time. Click Here
--The Further Writings of Dumas fils |
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
The Book of Revelation and the Lord's Prayer
The Book of Revelation and the Lord's Prayer come from the same person. One person was here on earth, and taught his disciples to say this outline, --and then he rose. The same person comes down 40 or so years later to reveal mysteries about the deeper aspects of that simple prayer. The Book of Revelation is froth with so many themes that come from this oft loved prayer.
To be sure, every sermon on all the mountains He visited while on earth were sprecked with the themes we find stipulated here in this prayer. But the Book of Revelation is sharp in the delivery of His meanings, and the heavier realities that are involved with mankind's future.
In the passage of the prayer there is the thinnest drawn out lines to be learned. In the other, so much more detail is further specified: it's a book. Almost every verse in the Book of Revelation speaks about the truths we can easily see in the Prayer. There is truly much love and light for us to study from these passages.
May you discover all the immortality and hope you need from this connection.
--Dumas fils
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Adam's Best Friend
Adam had a friend he met in an operating room the same day he was born. They became married (centered around each other, becoming one flesh) from that first (sixth) day onward. They lived, loved, and died together as a couple. And she was his twin.
Their name was man (although we have tried to change that); their distinction was male and female, the man and the woman.
They both had the same nature; the female was a clone of sorts of Adam. Adam said of her, ‘…surely this is bone of my bone and flesh of my flesh.’
This is somewhat different than of Seth and the Female. Seth was not ‘bone of her bone and flesh of her flesh’ directly. Seth grew inside of her from zygote and the things she ate, etc. Seth was of Eve’s DNA and Adam’s DNA, or Seth used their DNA and grew, but Seth was not a clone. He had two origins of his species, and Eve had only one source: the bone (and, of course, the Creator’s plan for her shape)
Eve was literally ‘bone from (of) my bone, and flesh from my flesh.’ The word ‘of’ usually means from. Adam was recognizing that she came from his bone and from his flesh. Parenthetical questions: is there flesh inside the bone material of most persons today? What is bone marrow, and what cells (flesh) make up the bone itself?
So Adam had a friend whom he met in an operating room the same day he was born, and he held her gently, and close.
(See, Friend, from The Tenth Word I, Dumas fils)
Their name was man (although we have tried to change that); their distinction was male and female, the man and the woman.
They both had the same nature; the female was a clone of sorts of Adam. Adam said of her, ‘…surely this is bone of my bone and flesh of my flesh.’
This is somewhat different than of Seth and the Female. Seth was not ‘bone of her bone and flesh of her flesh’ directly. Seth grew inside of her from zygote and the things she ate, etc. Seth was of Eve’s DNA and Adam’s DNA, or Seth used their DNA and grew, but Seth was not a clone. He had two origins of his species, and Eve had only one source: the bone (and, of course, the Creator’s plan for her shape)
Eve was literally ‘bone from (of) my bone, and flesh from my flesh.’ The word ‘of’ usually means from. Adam was recognizing that she came from his bone and from his flesh. Parenthetical questions: is there flesh inside the bone material of most persons today? What is bone marrow, and what cells (flesh) make up the bone itself?
So Adam had a friend whom he met in an operating room the same day he was born, and he held her gently, and close.
(See, Friend, from The Tenth Word I, Dumas fils)
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Can I show you a Mystery?
You ever notice how secrets seem to sing? They have had allure for us ever since we first passed them to Grandpa's ear channeled along puffy little cupped fingers just behind his loving smile. Oh, that joy cannot be lost! --even for us now, if we think anew the simple thoughts in this speech I gave last school year... Secrets Sing, click here.
--Dumas fils
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
The Multitude of Revelation 7:13
(Looking at the whole book of revelation we can see that this book is talking about the Harvest: the end of the world, the gathering etc. So where are the places in revelation that talk about the harvest? Chapter 7 is one of those places. The seventh chapter is contained within the seven seals, sort of like an interlude, or an interjection but the interjection answers the question posed by the rich: Who can stand? It is both the 144,000 and the first resurrection class who can stand in the presence of the pure God. Not just the 144,000, but the wave sheaf and the harvested seed. See the Desire of Ages quote at the bottom of this article. The quote is definitive, the great multitude is not the saved at the Loud Cry.) The Multitude Question: “What are these which are arrayed in white robes? and whence came they?” asked by the elder in Revelation 7:13. What are they and where did they come from? Looking at the whole chapter, us here, in our time, can say that in answer they are not the 144,000—the 144,000 already have a name for their what. And we know where the 144,000 are from—out of twelve tribes. The book of Revelation later tells us that the 144,000 are firstfruits, i.e. the wave sheaf. They are not described as 'a kind of firstfruits of all he created', but they are the firstfruits of God. (of persons superior in excellence to others of the same class: so in Revelation 14:4 of a certain class of Christians sacred and dear to God and Christ beyond all others (Schol. ad Euripides, Or. 96)) [Additionally, in the interlinear, the word 'as' or 'as' is an added word. And, Strong's Concordance: the first-fruits, the earliest crop of the year, hence also met., for example, of the earliest converts in a district; there is evidence in favor of rendering in some passages merely by: sacrifice, gift.] Wave = to move to and fro, wave, sprinkle [interesting nuance: do, or did some of the grains from the head fall onto the Holy] Leviticus 23:11. So the elder’s answer is: “These are they which came out of the great tribulation, and have washed their robes, and made them white in the blood of the Lamb. Therefore are they before the throne of God, and serve him day and night in his temple: and he that sitteth on the throne shall dwell among them. (Revelation 7:9 translates from the Greek as such: came out of the great tribulation.) Two major things are notable here: They survived the great tribulation and they have washed their robes: involved themselves in justification and sanctification, or believed in the cross and developed righteousness by enduring. And the reason why they are now before the throne and serve is because they have done these two notables. Only, the Angel describes the period as the Great tribulation. John didn’t know who they were, nor where they came from, even after seeing the 144,000 being sealed and knowing that they come from twelve tribes. So he most likely saw that this unnumerable was not the 144,000; the unnumerable came from all nations, kindreds and people and tongues. (all of these are plural and it is understood that the word all applies to each plural –all nations, all kindreds, all people, and all tongues. A further question: why so doubly heavy on the iterations-- all nations is similar to all kindreds, etc.) Revelation 1:9 “I, John, who also am your brother, and companion in tribulation, and in the kingdom and patience of Jesus Christ, was in the isle that is called Patmos, for the word of God, and for the testimony of Jesus Christ.” In Rev. 1:9 John identifies what he is and where he comes from—his authority—right at the beginning of the book. He states he is brother and companion in three things: tribulation, kingdom, and patience of Jesus Christ. John was speaking of the tribulation in which he and his readers were personally involved with. This verse directly associates their tribulation with Christ, His Kingdom, and patience. This unnumberable group is not entirely from the ‘last days’ group who live on the earth, nor are they identified as the 144,000 group. According to the elder they are associated with 'the great tribulation' and do we know of any greater leader in suffering and tribulation than Christ. Six thousand years or so is a greater period of time than the last days of our end-time. And this six thousand or so years is the length of time Christ has been suffering so far. The tribulation is described as great. (Some maybe i.e.’s for the meaning of great could be: lasting, intense, prolific killing during, long in duration, or great because it contains the meanest act of violence, for example, Lucifer killing his known creator) There has been no greater time in earth’s Biblical history than when God came to dwell on earth; no greater suffering done by any person than the God hanging on the cross. No greater person could have been the recipient of greater tribulation than He. No greater cross experience, no greater crime committed, no greater moment of time than the Cross. And no greater washing in blood than His blood. Additionally, no greater movement has ever existed than the Church. And as if to underscore that movement the Book of Revelation gives the church top billing in nearly all of its verses—all. We see even the foundations of the Mother City are laid with the names of the 12 apostles, and the gates of the city have twelve names. The Mother City is the mother of us all and co-symbolizes with the church. The prophets point too, and the old testament believers in Hebrews chapter 11 all looked forward in faith to the time of Jesus. Their sins, prayers and thoughts all went before hand to the atonement, judgment. It is as if they are numbered or accounted as brothers and companions of those church members who lived during the 1260 years following the cross, and further. The angel in Revelation, who told John not to worship him, says it well, “See thou do it not: I am thy fellowservant, and of thy brethren that have the testimony of Jesus: worship God: for the testimony of Jesus is the spirit of prophecy.” This unnumberable group announces, “Salvation to our God which sitteth upon the throne, and unto the Lamb.” Even this unnumerable group point, with their first utterance, back to the cross; that is: justification and sanctification unto our God. This plan of salvation spans the whole of earth's time line. Indeed, nearly every scene in the Book of Revelation gives top most billing to the Lamb's slaying: the greatest tribulatory event in history. The 144,000 in the Book of Revelation clearly identifies the first fruits. In Revelation it clearly says that. The first fruits and the wave sheaf are the same symbol. When the first fruits-- and wave sheaf-- are gathered and waved, the harvest of the unnumbered remaining stocks (the whole of the harvest) begins. The one bundle can be numbered and is not great; while the full harvest is too numerous to handle and can be called great. In Revelation we get to see the full picture of the harvest and its complete symbolism played out as it all pertains to the sanctuary. This great group is the harvest, and the harvest is the end of the world--and at the end of the world all the dead in Christ rise, and then the 144,000 and the unnumbered dead together fly to meet Him in the air, together. (Here also, Thessalonians, like Revelation portray the two groups: they which are alive and they which sleep. In separate chapters, Revelation records that both the 144,000 and the unnumbered great group end up in front of the throne.) Another important word in this 7th chapter which is almost always unmentioned, but, in detail, points so definitively toward the idea that this scene is the harvest. It says "from" when this chapter identifies each group. The one group is from a nation of tribes. The other is from the whole world, all nations etc. And the chapter 7 begins to happen at the end of the world. Even "froms" are very important in the bible. The unnumbered group should then be seen as comprising all the humans who have believed and washed and etc. from all nations, kindreds, people, and tongues. And in John’s vision this group comes into view long after the 144,000 do their last “somethings” on the earth; we know this because in the 7th chapter in which the great group is mentioned, they stand before the throne. It is here that they are first seen and labeled as they who are from all, and they who have survived the great tribulation. * * * At harvest time God's people were told to take a sheaf and bring it to the priest and the priest waved it (shook it) and then the rest of the sheaves could be harvested. In the old testament we see the wave sheaf and the harvest mentioned together. In the 7 chapter of Revelation we also see these two important concepts together. There is a small band of sheaf--clearly, and specifically numbered, and then the large unnumbered sheaves--the harvest. * * * Also, we see in this 7th chapter that one group is developed or collated before the winds of strife blow over the earth. The large multitude are seen to be from a time of the great tribulation. If they come out of the Time of Trouble, this too works, for we see that the harvest (the garnering) of the earth takes place during the last moments of the Time of Trouble. Again, we know that the wave sheaf is cut and waved, before the full harvest is cut and brought in. (Parenthetically, we can also think: if the unnumberable come out of the living population at the end of the world, they conceivably would still be able to be numbered, because even now the world's population is only 7 billion. Seven billion (if all were to believe and be in that great number) is not really an unnumberable group. Quite reasonably the total number in the group that is saved from all ages will be more like an unnumberable group of people than all those living at end-time. And if this unnumerable saved group were to be brought in just before the falling of the plagues, where is the mention of this 'love to see it happen event' written of elsewhere throughout Revelation? The writings about wave sheaf and harvest, and harvest, and end of the world, and first fruits are plentiful throughout scripture. But not much about saving a large, very large crowd at the end of the living world. One more thought: much is said and often is it sermonized that broad is the way and narrow is the way that leads to eternal life. If these two roads or ways exist in the last years of our planet before the second coming, then only a few will find the correct path during this time period. Think: Noah, and why Jesus mentioned his Noah-thought in his explanation in the days of his Matthew Chapter 24.) * * * Now can we take a look at another pattern associated with all of this thinking. When God harvested Noah's time (the first 2,000 years or so) at the end of their period, there were eight souls in their group who went through that terrible time (a global tribulation) such as they had ever known. And Noah had with him a sheave of sort, that was identified as Noah or his family of human--the church: faithful souls. (There was no harvest of the dead, that we know of, at the time of the flood.) There was judgement though; and an end of things. Now if we look at another pattern associated with this thinking: 2,000 years later when God sealed his son and made him the firstfruit and waved him, there was a harvest of dead taken with him after he was waved. We don't know how many there were that rose in this resurrection. But those who rose did not represent the wave sheaf. Many of them had been long dead --probably way back toward the beginning of earth. Nonetheless, the pattern of the wave sheaf and raised dead during Christ's atonement can be seen. This too was a global event. We don't know how many rose, but certainly they outnumbered Christ, and they were from unknown (and perhaps, all walks of nations) nationalities, whereas Christ's genetic lineage is traced back through all of the twelve tribes of Israel. In this we find a neat interesting pattern. Now if we look again 2,000 years from that time at another pattern: when the winds are about to blow to end things, we have a small group sealed and numbered, then we see the multitude. We see that the 144,000 are from the twelve tribes, and the unnumerable group are from all the nations, etc. and they come out of the great tribulation which comes on the scene after the small group are gathered and sealed and made safe presumably from the terrible time of the end. So finally we have the last Harvest. The last global tribulation. And before the last tribulation is over, the greatest resurrection of all times takes place (and we know where those who are resurrected are immediately taken--to the throne.) The harvest does not come after the end of the world. It comes at the end of the world, or is the end of the world. The pattern is there. The wave sheaf and the harvest garnered in are delineated in scripture together. They are associated during one time period--together. First one is gathered, then the other, just as in the Temple days. Two distinct groups. (with the possible singular difference of the 144,000 being included in this mixed multitude; but, conversely, the multitude are not numbered or associated with the 144,000 directly: the same as in the wave sheaf observance in the temple. This is somewhat dichotomous (and deep), but, even so, it is there for some of us to think about.) --Dumas fils Addendum: Salvation To Our God The Four Gospels tell about the wave sheaf: Jesus Christ; the Acts of the Apostles shows the harvest. (after Christ takes the first fruits back to Heaven with him, this harvest of sorts begins for the 120 in the upper room some 50 days later) The workers have been trained by the time of Acts. They are few at first, but the harvest truly was white as Christ had said, and many thousands are added to church. This is a similar pattern (Gospels then Acts) to Psalms and Proverbs. The Psalms talk about what The God has done and to whom and for why. The Proverbs talk about what man should and must do, and the righteousness of their actions. Both books follow each other. Psalms signifies the salvation that can only be provided by and through the acts of God; Proverbs, the actions and ways of man –i.e. how to live once a person has faithed the Justification that God has provided: that is, the sanctification process. The Gospel-Acts Revelation The Gospel is a revelation of Jesus Christ first to the disciples. (i.e. the 144,000. The disciples followed him in the wildernesses wherever he went. The 144,000 on earth follow him into the heavenly places by faith, and then in reality after the end.) The Acts is the revelation of Jesus Christ taken to the then known world. (He followed them to the ends of the world through his spirit. In Acts they proclaimed the time and the harvesting of wheat in the Gentile era.) The Psalms-Proverb Revelation The Psalms: a revelation of God (Christ), and a revelation about the chosen group who followed in the wilderness. The Proverbs: a revelation of God in the life of man, i.e. what a wise, converted person will reveal to mankind through his life. Revelation, a Two Part Whole In the Revelation we find the two parts illustrated above in one book. And Salvation as the collective word theme which displays both side by side as a completed covenant. Jusfication and Sanctification are now completed and are presented and displayed to those on earth and those in Heaven, and then the end comes as prophesied. In Revelation Chapter 7, we also see the two major groups side by side. The 144,000 and Harvest of the unnumerables are forever together with the master. The Dead (part of Harvest) are finally seen together with the wave sheaf, because all of the lives which chose Christ are hid in Christ; and the 144,000 follow Christ withsoever he goeth during the last scenes on the earth, and the Dead are inside of him—they have died in the Lord from henceforth, as it were. The symbol in the sixth chapter of Rev. illustrates that somewhat clearly. (also later in Rev. we read about the rest who die in the lord and their works following them) In various passages, we see the resurrection and 144,000 viewed side by side along with Christ throughout the Book of Rev. The 144,000 do not die. The Dead died and are the largest unnumbered part of the Harvest. (Chapter 7 of Revelation exhibited.) The Revelation is the Power Point Presentation regarding both of these two groups: God's universal display of the 'what shall be concerning thy people' (Daniel’s concern in the book of Daniel). Quote from Desire of Ages: The Wave Sheaf Multitude Desire of Ages There is the throne, and around it the rainbow of promise. There are cherubim and seraphim. The commanders of the angel hosts, the sons of God, the representatives of the unfallen worlds, are assembled. The heavenly council before which Lucifer had accused God and His Son, the representatives of those sinless realms over which Satan had thought to establish his dominion,—all are there to welcome the Redeemer. They are eager to celebrate His triumph and to glorify their King. But He waves them back. Not yet; He cannot now receive the coronet of glory and the royal robe. He enters into the presence of His Father. He points to His wounded head, the pierced side, the marred feet; He lifts His hands, bearing the print of nails. He points to the tokens of His triumph; He presents to God the wave sheaf, those raised with Him as representatives of that great multitude who shall come forth from the grave at His second coming. He approaches the Father, with whom there is joy over one sinner that repents; who rejoices over one with singing. Before the foundations of the earth were laid, the Father and the Son had united in a covenant to redeem man if he should be overcome by Satan. They had clasped Their hands in a solemn pledge that Christ should become the surety for the human race. This pledge Christ has fulfilled. When upon the cross He cried out, “It is finished,” He addressed the Father. The compact had been fully carried out. Now He declares: Father, it is finished. I have done Thy will, O My God. I have completed the work of redemption. If Thy justice is satisfied, “I will that they also, whom Thou hast given Me, be with Me where I am.” John 19:30; 17:24. The voice of God is heard proclaiming that justice is satisfied. Satan is vanquished. Christ’s toiling, struggling ones on earth are “accepted in the Beloved.” Ephesians 1:6. Before the heavenly angels and the representatives of unfallen worlds, they are declared justified. Where He is, there His church shall be. “Mercy and truth are met together; righteousness and peace have kissed each other.”Psalm 85:10. The Father’s arms encircle His Son, and the word is given, “Let all the angels of God worship Him.” Hebrews 1:6. With joy unutterable, rulers and principalities and powers acknowledge the supremacy of the Prince of life. The angel host prostrate themselves before Him, while the glad shout fills all the courts of heaven, “Worthy is the Lamb that was slain to receive power, and riches, and wisdom, and strength, and honor, and glory, and blessing.” Revelation 5:12. Songs of triumph mingle with the music from angel harps, till heaven seems to overflow with joy and praise. Love has conquered. The lost is found. Heaven rings with voices in lofty strains proclaiming, “Blessing, and honor, and glory, and power, be unto Him that sitteth upon the throne, and unto the Lamb forever and ever.” Revelation 5:13. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Cherish: Greek, to warm, to heat
You are a Watcher: Without the music, you see two lovers in your mind, walking; watch their close movements, do the math of how near they sit while they talk; know the mothering of the cradle that couples do—especially when one of the couple is pregnant. That’s what gets to you! And imagine another scene without the music: You see God walking among the garden with Adam and Eve, you see them talking, watch in your mind sight their movements, span with your hindsight over the measured perfect math of how close Adam and Eve are (clones), feel the mothering of the cradle that shook all mankind since the ‘fathering’ of our world. That’s what gets us—who know. To comfort, look after, or to water, is Thalpo. To wash us in His warm blood is Thalpo To become one flesh with us is Thalpo. He cherisheth us. Greek: Thalpo, to heat, soften. Eph. 5.29 and 1 Thess 2.7. Cherish Husbands love your wives -- Agape Eph 5:25 KJV - Husbands, love your wives, even as Christ also loved the church, and gave himself for it; Greek: Agape Of persons: to welcome, to entertain, to be fond of, to love dearly Of things: to be well pleased, to be contented at or with a thing Thalpo, only two time in the bible. To warm, keep warm Eph 5:29 KJV - For no man ever yet hated his own flesh; but nourisheth and cherisheth it, even as the Lord the church: 1Th 2:7 KJV - But we were gentle among you, even as a nurse cherisheth her children: --Dumas fils * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Once upon a time God came down without veiling himself and gave Adam and Eve a clear display and explanation of the knowledge of Good and Evil, then 8 souls (and others) gave prophecy for 120 years. The flood came, and only those 8 souls went into the ark and survived the desolation. This period was about 2,000 years: in it there was a thorough display and then desolation. Again, during a second 2,000 years God came down clothed in humanity and gave a thorough display of the knowledge of Good and Evil, then He made desolate the life of his son (or the son gave up his life to the desolation that mankind deserved); the price was paid and His prophecy to Adam et al was fulfilled. Thus all human life that was to exist on the earth was now in the Ark, that is, his body; those who believed before the cross—Abram, Adam et al—were made instantly and eternally safe in His ark. About 2,000 years, a thorough display and then desolation. In the Book of Revelation we see a full and final display of the knowledge of Good and Evil—even the increase of evil until it reaches unto Heaven. The Son of God comes down clothed in a cloud, and leads a final display of the knowledge of Good and Evil to the whole world (a thorough preaching of the Gospel), then a huge huge war against God, followed by the desolation of the world. About 2,000 years, a thorough display and then desolation. Where are the people of God in all three periods? The pattern can be seen, the church is at the earth when the earth is made desolate—i.e. when the mountains are rent, the last plagues are sent, and the stones of hail are destroying all the cities that are made desolate, the remnant are still at earth. They are inside the protection of God --they are shut in the Ark, hid in his ‘secret pavilion’, as it is. The resurrection has taken place, but they are still at earth until these desolating events are completely done. Noah was here when it began to rain and flow; he was in an ark that rose high above the earth on deep waves. Christ was here when he died (He was an ark, the Branch, the Remnant). * * * Addendum Now if we speak of the desolation of the nation that progenitated the ‘Remnant, the Branch’ we can ask the question: where were the believers, the church, at the time of the destruction of Jerusalem? They were on the earth. John, the Revelator, we know was still here from the original 12 but the church was still here. In all of Acts we see a thorough three and a half years display of Good and Evil by the church, the stoning of Stephen, turning to the Gentiles --then in A.D. 70, desolation of Jerusalem and the Temple. --Dumas fils |
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
My colleague and I were entertaining how to get our students interested in their future… we determined, we would need a past…
One Day Last Week
On one of the first days of the week my colleague and I were entertaining how to get our students interested in their future. After several words we determined that in order to get them to appropriately value the future, we would need a past, and in order to obtain a past we would need a relationship, and that that relationship could then be used in the present short time we have them; and only in that present could we build (teach) for the future.
Residents of the Past
How many things reside in ones past? How many things are packed into two people’s past? How many good things are in the lives of our teachers, parents, and friends? If there is only one good thing, even one good lively thought in a relationship, then today can become a new conversation. And it is the keeping around of something new that makes future a nice place to keep going into.
Past and Relationship are never separated. So that even after several decades apart two can come close again and make future, even a very small short one, with so ever a small ember, or even a quick third degree flame.
Word-Formed
We even experience relationship with only our self. We are always talking off the walls in our skull housing, whether it is making promises to ourselves or shouting down and calling ourselves ‘idioto’. The things that majorly form this kind of relationship are our words, the conversations of our soul. So, then, if there are words around, then there exist some kind of relationship. Words announced, form relationships.
Wynn Addendum
Michael Wynn visited our school and spoke to our staff. One of the gifts in words that he proffered in his presentation was on the order: if we want more of our students to think college boundedly, we might think toward changing our conversations with them. Somehow this small insight was hint enough to our teaching staff. His message now resonates with us, and we keep concluding ideas like: only in the present can we change the conversation and build (teach) future with our students.
We don’t stand before our students conversing about the variety of things in our curriculum, and not develop a relationship. No matter what shape the relationship takes, two can build toward their future. It is our desire as educators to have a lot of impact on our students. We live to inspire the many of them, and the few, ‘or the one.’
The Blue Present
Only in the present can we build with the things from the past. These commodities (things) become the futures indeed, but nothing else can be used. It reminds me of the educational computer games, and others, back in the eighties, where you pocketed items you found in the rooms or levels and pulled them out for use when you needed them later in the game. And so also this same process seems to be in the great games of today.
So why not use with our students the good from the past? Whether privately within ones self, or publicly toward another student, the things from the past make more even bigger. (sic)
This process is exactly the same concept as that of adding a dimension: taking something we know that is good in a student’s life and building on it; making it broader, even doubly intensifying it. Making this happen in a relationship is the best part, and most enjoyable reason for having a relationship.
(-ship, means shape, Webster and the Greeks.)
AT3
The baskets of fish and bread…In this miracle we see clearly what happens when one adds a dimension, when something known is received and folded a thousand times so that it eventually fed the many, and the one small person who shared it. It surely is my belief that the disciples did not just take the child’s lunch from him by force. There had to be a relationship between the boy and the Master or the boy and disciple who explained that the Master had need of it.
Oh, I am in aw of the doubling of the known which happened that day; the feeding of those hurting people who were blessed all that day by the savior’s healing, and who didn’t leave to eat because they didn’t want to miss anything. They were beginning to see that here in his presence was something of abundance, something free and boundless that he had come to add to their dimension.
(AT3 - Addendum of The Three)
One Day Last Week
On one of the first days of the week my colleague and I were entertaining how to get our students interested in their future. After several words we determined that in order to get them to appropriately value the future, we would need a past, and in order to obtain a past we would need a relationship, and that that relationship could then be used in the present short time we have them; and only in that present could we build (teach) for the future.
Residents of the Past
How many things reside in ones past? How many things are packed into two people’s past? How many good things are in the lives of our teachers, parents, and friends? If there is only one good thing, even one good lively thought in a relationship, then today can become a new conversation. And it is the keeping around of something new that makes future a nice place to keep going into.
Past and Relationship are never separated. So that even after several decades apart two can come close again and make future, even a very small short one, with so ever a small ember, or even a quick third degree flame.
Word-Formed
We even experience relationship with only our self. We are always talking off the walls in our skull housing, whether it is making promises to ourselves or shouting down and calling ourselves ‘idioto’. The things that majorly form this kind of relationship are our words, the conversations of our soul. So, then, if there are words around, then there exist some kind of relationship. Words announced, form relationships.
Wynn Addendum
Michael Wynn visited our school and spoke to our staff. One of the gifts in words that he proffered in his presentation was on the order: if we want more of our students to think college boundedly, we might think toward changing our conversations with them. Somehow this small insight was hint enough to our teaching staff. His message now resonates with us, and we keep concluding ideas like: only in the present can we change the conversation and build (teach) future with our students.
We don’t stand before our students conversing about the variety of things in our curriculum, and not develop a relationship. No matter what shape the relationship takes, two can build toward their future. It is our desire as educators to have a lot of impact on our students. We live to inspire the many of them, and the few, ‘or the one.’
The Blue Present
Only in the present can we build with the things from the past. These commodities (things) become the futures indeed, but nothing else can be used. It reminds me of the educational computer games, and others, back in the eighties, where you pocketed items you found in the rooms or levels and pulled them out for use when you needed them later in the game. And so also this same process seems to be in the great games of today.
So why not use with our students the good from the past? Whether privately within ones self, or publicly toward another student, the things from the past make more even bigger. (sic)
This process is exactly the same concept as that of adding a dimension: taking something we know that is good in a student’s life and building on it; making it broader, even doubly intensifying it. Making this happen in a relationship is the best part, and most enjoyable reason for having a relationship.
(-ship, means shape, Webster and the Greeks.)
AT3
The baskets of fish and bread…In this miracle we see clearly what happens when one adds a dimension, when something known is received and folded a thousand times so that it eventually fed the many, and the one small person who shared it. It surely is my belief that the disciples did not just take the child’s lunch from him by force. There had to be a relationship between the boy and the Master or the boy and disciple who explained that the Master had need of it.
Oh, I am in aw of the doubling of the known which happened that day; the feeding of those hurting people who were blessed all that day by the savior’s healing, and who didn’t leave to eat because they didn’t want to miss anything. They were beginning to see that here in his presence was something of abundance, something free and boundless that he had come to add to their dimension.
(AT3 - Addendum of The Three)