Respite

Sometimes I feel like a juggler of sorts. No, not one of those guys that juggles chainsaws or flaming swords, just a regular old juggler who juggles non violent, non threatening items such as oranges or apples. To some who get the feeling that I've been slacking off, I guarantee you I have not. Between finishing up another prophetic times booklet on spiritual maturity, to wrapping up the next newsletter for Hand of Help, to digging my car out of the snow every morning, there just hasn't been allot of time left in the day. You know it gets bad when you begin to consider the idea of buying a gallon of combustible fluid splashing it on yourself and striking a match just to get a little warmer. For once, I wish Al Gore was right, and global warming was accelerating, but apparently Wisconsin hasn't gotten the memo.
I have however been reading the comments to the latest posts, and am humbled to see wisdom in most of them, a fleshing out of the principle ideas I was trying to get across in my posts. The wise man sees trouble coming, the fool mistakes it for something else entirely, or in his unwillingness to face reality interprets it as being something else than what it really is altogether.
I realize the last couple posts seemed harsh to some of you, but truth rarely engages in the use of cosmetics. Truth cannot be prettied up, it cannot be disguised under make up and foundation. What I write is from the heart, it is the way I see the world that surrounds me in the context of God's word.
Today I will be wrapping up a few ongoing projects, and will post something more substantial tomorrow at the latest. For now I leave you with the hope that you will continue to burn bright, to shine in the midst of the darkness, and to aspire to the standard of God, not the standards of men.

With love in Christ,

Michael Boldea Jr.