"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.
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.
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.
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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