Well, some days, something inside just doesn't wanna get up. Ever feel like that?
Getting out of bed was, quite possibly, even harder to do than other days even though it was happening a few hours later. My body had been briefly tricked into thinking that it would actually get to catch up, had depended on reducing that infamous "sleep debt" we'd learned about in Psych 101, when I wrenched it from bed.
It all begins with the soil, the vine, the grape. The smell of the vineyard. Like inhaling birth. It awakens some... ancestral... some... primordial... anyway, some deeply imprinted... and probably subconscious place in my soul.
Through this old skylight our eyes are open wide,
The sky bespangled in the rain.
And we feel called upon but interests collide,
Not much to lose, a lot to gain.
Don't lose your line of sight now*
And raise the barricades somehow.
It's time to leave the lores
So blow them sky high,
In sound and fury they will fly.
This is wartime, this is our time
We won't be denied
Feed the fire that is raging inside
This is go time, this is showtime
We will fight till their wills are broken
This is game time, an insane time
Let the madness fly
Show the strength that just can't be defied
Find the power to devour
Let the beast inside now be woken.
Fiendish wonder in a carnival's wake
Dull caresses once again irritate.
Tread softly, stranger
Move over toward the danger that you seek.
Many people in the church disliked the reformers, plowmen, guardians, and prophets in past generations, but those in the church now appreciate them immensely!
The same is true of the reformers, ploughmen, guardians and prophets of today, many in the churches dislike them, but the next generation will be delighted. Keep prophesying, plowing, and proclaiming, because Jesus won't come back for the wicked, lukewarm church. We are on the cusp of the greatest awakening the world has ever known.