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Kopp Disclosure

(John 3:19-21)

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"Where there is no vision, the people perish."

Solomon

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    I've spent more time than I've got left.

    Yeeeeeet, I'm still into the attitude urged for me by a senior writing in my yearbook as I was finishing 8th grade: "May you live as long as you want to and want to as long as you live!"

    Yeah, go to the right column and read "Riding to Freedom" again (8/1).

    While I'm never going to qualify for the U.S. Open in anything anymore and agree with the apostle about the expectations for the first nano-second after the last breath in time, I've never felt better emotionally, intellectually, and spiritually.

    I'm still messed up; but I feel better about it.

    Be that as it is or I am, I've been thinking about who/what I wanna be/do with the time still in the tank.

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    I wanna be more intimate with Jesus.

    The closer I get to/with/for Him, the better I feel about everyone and everything including myself.

    It's axiomatic.

    Holier = happier.

    I wrote about that in a book that you never read/bought called Fifteen Secrets.

    Anyway, this is the most important goal/ambition/desire/vision/prayer/whatever of my life; and it's/He's really the key to everyone and everything including myself that follows.

    BTW, while this is the most important..., the rest can really be lumped together rather than pro-rated.

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    I wanna be a better husband, son, brother, father, friend, undershepherd, presbyter, and...

    I wanna be a really, really, really good/great brother/father to/for Billy.

    I wanna seal His deal on the corner of Lincoln and Main in Belvidere, Illinois; completing what He started in a Joshua 24:15 kinda way.

    I wanna like the people I gotta love in and beyond an agape kinda way.

    I wanna really, really, really love people who have hit, hurt, and hated me for Christ's sake in praise and thanks for Him loving me when I haven't been loving Him by not loving like Him.

    See...

    It's inextricably woven into the fabric of wanting to be more intimate with Jesus.

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    As far as stuff goes, I only want one more, uh, thing.

    I need a few more K to get it.

    I'll never need more shoes or clubs or rackets or clothes.

    God knows I ain't buyin' any more vestments, ties, suits, or...since getting Matthew 23.

    Uh, depending upon, uh, my battle with gluttony, I may need more...

    My mechanic/brother and I are trying to keep the truck on the road; and I really don't wanna replace it...ever.

    Actually, it's not as selfish as some may think, surmise, and...

    Apart from Jesus, family, covenant brothers, and the like, it's why I don't need a shrink or crack.

    Truly, it's part of my evangelistic call; for whenever I mount my missionary mule, I ride into opportunities to point people to the most important intimacy of all...

    So, yeah, it's a reincarnation of Return before the parousia.

    That's it.

    He's it.

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    I can't predict how long any of the above's gonna take.

    I don't know when the roll up yonder will be called for me.

    Depending upon His grace, I figure I need about 15 more big ones on the corner of Lincoln and Main.

    Depending upon His grace, I figure I need, uh, the rest of my life for everything/everyone else.

    I don't know how long; but I know the vision fuels me for a longer run.

    Or not.

    Doesn't matter.

    Short or long or somewhere in between, I'm with that senior who wrote in my 8th grade yearbook.

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    BTW, this hasn't really been about me.

    I just felt called to be honest about myself so maybe you can be honest about yourself and adopt that senior's urging.

    Now listen to this one...

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Blessings and Love!