Sharpening my pencil

The Lord God has given me the tongue of the learned, that I may know how to sustain him who is weary with a word; He awakens me morning by morning; He awakens my ear to listen as the learned.

Isaiah 50:4

No, its not an excuse or even a validation for my writings, but it explains why I write and Who I write from!

And yes, I awake morning by morning with words, thoughts, headlines, conversations and when I don’t answer the call and stay in bed, they vanish like vapour and leave me hours later with the fact that the words must have been amazing but without any clue of what.

Another verse, important for understanding my writings is Jeremiah 1:10:
“See, today I appoint you over nations and kingdoms to uproot and tear down, to destroy and overthrow, to build and to plant.”

Don’t get me wrong as nations and kingdoms are quite a reach but mainly the words came when I was challenged time after time when people were offended by my answers and approach of their problem. In my struggle with the Lord its where the verse came in to define my assignment, my constant “irritation” of renovating, wallpaper solutions within the same “structure” instead of the so needed radical change. It was the limitation of only seeing the “walls” build over the years that we leave right where they are and with it confirming the narrow mindset we hand over to the next generation.

It’s where “repentance” had the sound of a “sorry” and had secured the next generation with the same flaws just with a trendy “color” that worries me.

We grew up and we’re conditioned by the rules and regulations, the conclusions that have been kept alive generation after generation. The church continued it on their platform, in an “obey the leaders” culture and we lost the responsibility of owning our own authority.

It’s where the leaders so eagerly explained the last verse of Judges:

’In those days [when the judges governed] there was no king in Israel; every man did what was right in his own eyes.’ Judges 21:25, with the absolute prove of the kings God never wanted. Forgetting that today, 24/7, I make my decisions with the Lord about every detail of life without consulting “the kings”.

This is where I sharpen my pencil, constantly researching my heart with the motives and correcting my words when anger gets too strong.

My journey in life and the way I write and live today is in no way a reaction, a bitter result of the lack and “suffering” and I’ve promised myself never ever becoming a victem of my past. There has been not ever one single second that the Father had to say: “Sorry Rob, I missed this one. Was too busy with something else.” No, He knew, He used it, He had a plan with my life and that’s where we are today and the “message” we became of His everlasting never falling safety.

That’s where I’ve learned that I have to confront and address carefully the way generations had to repeat the nonsense of our religions, our traditions, our stone formed rules and regulations which are no less than the forbidden carved images we’ve created. We use them to stop progression, development and kill the potential of the newborn. 

I’ve wrote about it before the way we abort new life and potential while we march the christian way against abortion (and we should).

That’s why I write, that’s why my pencil needs to be sharp. And don’t you worry, its like the Word, compared with the 2-edged Sword, cutting forward and backward, your conclusions and my reactions.

I’m not an option, not a post to be criticised. I am leaving the social media platforms (from May, 1st) where what we say disappears into the multitude of posts and is sometimes honered with a like but mostly neglected with a silent “don’t like”.  I lost the grace to be on those platforms.

This is my platform, my writings, my authority and the moment you enter the door of my writings, my advise is: Read it or leave it!

The moment I married, we discussed the roots we grew from, the families that raised us with love and we decided to honer them by moving on in order to built our own place authority. Wasn’t easy as many times we were confronted (and sometimes still are) by the familiar, the atmosphere that comes with the visit and the illegal approach of not respecting our choices and place of authority. We’ve seen the past trying to extend their “houses” by filling my “cupboards” with their “belongings”. We founds their trash at our backdoor and it was hard to convince ourself that it was ok to reject it and that it had nothing to do with lack of love but all to do with protecting and respect us and our offspring.

It’s so easy to repeat the past and it is so intense to build new, but today I can thankfull and honestly say, IT (HE) WAS WORTH IT!

New movements, new ways, new, NEW, always waiting for new, not in a trendy way but in a promised way. “Behold I will do a new thing” has become the song confirming that new is a different color, another wallpaper, trendy furniture and a super the luxe kitchen in the same environment of generational habits. 

Turning 71 today easily can cause a slowing down but that’s not me. Nothing in me could lie down and rest. You know my motto in life: Never live arrived. Not even turning 71!

Never live arrived.

So, buckle up and prepare because this guy is ready for the next run. And I really hope we can agree in many things concerning Future and New and More!

Closing with the verse we got when we married as it is so well said in the Amplified Bible:

“And your people will rebuild the ancient ruins; You will raise up and restore the age-old foundations [of buildings that have been laid waste]; You will be called Repairer of the Breach, Restorer of Streets with Dwellings.”

Isaiah 58:12 AMP

So my seasoned fellow generation, prepare yourself for the loud complains and let’s FIRST raise up and restore some old-age foundations and allow “our people” to rebuild was actually was intended. After all, we together will share the honer of generations when they call us Repairers and Restorers!

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