Friday, August 9, 2013

Time Left)

Kopp Disclosure

(John 3:19-21)



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



    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.


    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.


    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.


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


    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.


    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.


    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...



Blessings and Love!

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