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Reflections, Poetry, and Prose from the depths of the Midnight Ocean.
Out of the depths I cry to you, O LORD;
O Lord, hear my voice. Let your ears be attentive to my cry for mercy. Psalm 130
Behold, the days come, saith the LORD, that I will make a new covenant. After those days, saith the LORD,
I will put my law in their inwards parts, and write it in their hearts; and will be their God,
and they shall be my people. Jeremiah 31:31-33
Wherefore the law is holy, and the Commandment Holy, and just, and good. Rom7:12
Sifatai tiftach- u'fi yagid- tehilatecha!
- If I open my lips- let my mouth- declare Your praise!
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Pure from courtships flatteries Oct 3, 2008 7:49 am
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Several years ago while sojourning in northern Michigan, one sunny day, I stopped into a little antique bookshop near about the sand dunes of Lake Michigan, and found a most lovely book, titled Master Thoughts of Master Minds, printed in 1889. It has all the trappings of what I seek, poetry, prose, G-d, and inspirational quotes from a bygone era. An era where G-d was apart of everyday life for many if not most great writers...and readers as well. Its black and white stenciled illustrations are simply phenomenal- at least to my eye. Upon the cover is a slightly stained and much time-faded inlet illustration of a castle, with two barely visible people in the foreground. The cover and binding is coarsely threaded and retain an unpretentious deep brown. The title is penned in gold colored ink. Atop the inletted picture, is drawn in this golden ink, the likeness of an unfurled scroll, with a feather acting as it's head-roll. Intricate golden tassels are drawn streaming from the bottom of the scroll. The inlet itself is like a slat of ivory colored linoleum ,inlaid, into the brown compressed hard cover. The castle painted thereon is printed in a faded light blue. Much like what might be found on fine china.
The book is slightly warped. And the pages are more than slightly yellowed. It smells just like the 'stacks' buried deep in a substantive library.
Mold simply, has no respect for its elders.
Since I've had this book I've trekked it across the U.S. border, read it sea-side in paradise, packed it into the deep woods, and used it as an exhibit for a presentation I made in my thesis class. Mostly, I now read it when my inspiration wanes a bit at night.
I wonder how many candles this book has seen throughout its almost 120 years? I wonder how many flames it has helped to ignite?
I recently did a little delicate antique restoration of it's binding and it's now ready for at least another decade of use. Ready to give another decade of service in sage inspiration.
It's a brilliant book of words and of design.
Recently, I imbibed from it something new. Something that had previously evaded my attention. Today it's speaking volumes and seemingly offering a bit of godly reassurance in certain pursuits.
It has defined in simple prose, what I've struggled to say now for awhile. It's like a candle from the past, blazing through an entire century unseen, and lighting a candle in my heart now, all by G-ds loving arm.
And it's speaking gently to me, saying, "Mike, I understand."

Learn to win a lady's faith
Nobly, as the thing is high;
Bravely, as for life and death,
And with loyal gravity.
Lead her from the festive boards,
Point her to the starry skies,
Guide her by your truthful words,
Pure from courtship's flatteries.
Then her Yes once said to you,
Shall be Yes forever more.
-Elizabeth B. Browning.

GBY Little Children,
sabrefire
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YOU EVIL HERETIC!!! Oct 1, 2008 2:01 am
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I wanted to just toss this message I wrote, out there...again...



YOU HERETIC!

For I saw- each man had become an heretic- one to the other.
I sought thee hard, but lo, beheld not a brother.
Twilight, and the stars, became my only home
By day, solitary and frantic, did I roam.
I cried across the sands but did you hear?
No, there was not a single soul who'd endear.
The earth was scorched! My feet did burn!
For a single drop of water, continually did I yearn!
In protest did mine empty stomach churn.
So, I cried out in my desperation...
"My G-d, my G-d, is no man learned!?!"
And by dusk, cameth forth- all manner of creeping things.
Nightmares arrived as if on owls wings.
I dreamt dawn was not my salvation- for wicked things- it likewise brings,
-the sound of metal- from a thief's blade rings.
I sawest: I'd starve! I beheld myself slain! I was broken and drown in the waves!
Yea, I saw the whole earth littered with graves!
I heard the very ground, cry out for the blood- it craved.
As a madman, forever, I raved...

For, if every man becomes an heretic-one to the other-
lo, no man will have himself a brother.
Charity above all things-
I beseech you all...
to love one another!!

GBY Brothers and Sisters,
sabrefire

Copyright © 2008 MAS
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The Greatest Fear I Have For You Sep 29, 2008 1:51 am
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The Greatest Fear I Have For You

I have no fear for you greater than:
A time when you will give your heart servingly,
to decadent men of excess, thievery, and lust.
And that you will bleed while they think themselves immortal,
That you will weep while they laugh,
That you will wail while they sing,
That you will rage while they sleep,
and that you will feel ill...
while they seem immune to the coiling grip of a broken heart.
And that they will hate you for it.
Much as they hate me.
This is the greatest fear I have to offer you,
at least in part...
And though they will threaten to steal every ounce of beauty,
from your very soul...
by means of those things that have hated me also,
they will do so unsuccessfully, because you are stronger than them.
Your one minute is more lovely than the collection of their lives.
And the end of the greatest fear I have for you is this,
that no one will see or know this, but Our G-d.

GB!
sabrefire

Copyright © 9/28/2008 MAS
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Starry starry night Sep 28, 2008 3:57 am
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Hemingway could not write a line when not immersed in love.
Vincent van Gogh, the artist of Starry Starry Night, its said, cut his ear off and sent it to his hearts love.
He also, shot himself in the heart and waited 3 days to die... alone.
Even Christ Himself, was led as a lamb to the slaughter, and hung on a tree for the salvation of His BELOVED People.
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I,...well, don't always sleep well (?).
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I don't condemn or despise nighttime as a result of my not being "in-love". Quite the opposite is in fact true. I very often find night utterly endearing and romantic... even the sweeping tide of solitude, which I have undeniably beckoned, do I admire now. I am, after all, quite 'alone' by choice. I now find nearly every hint of loneliness, a mere testament to the longing for the One G-d, and one women; which inexplicably seem to reach into the present- from some unknown perch in the future, and steal away the lion-share of my heart- by pulling it ever closer to themselves with a certain enchanted- spiritual magnetism.
As a child, even until now, have I loved a good fairytale. I have from the beginning loved the passion and the fantasy. But most of all I loved the seemingly universal thumbing of noses at the various forms of evil, in their pretend worlds.
A witch melts. A wolf is cut wide open. The ugly, become the beautiful by means of their sterling heart.
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Hmmm...peraps...A man that writes from his heart by cover of night... becomes a sapphire knight, ready to steal away his Queen from the tyranny of silly brutish men.
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Fantasy or reality?
It doesn't much matter to me. My heart still melts.
I have for certain, in my pocket the twinkling stars and the luminous moon to spill my pleas of hearts desire under, before a the G-d of Israel. I have the enchantment and creation of G-d. I don't "Love" the moon or the stars, outright. But I do love the brilliant resilience of a certain woman, whose path may someday cross my own, who no doubt sings to them just as I do.

I'm a fellow who see's that most women are quite lovable; yet I find myself rather un-gifted to play the one whom is loved.

Life is a queen's challenge of sorts. These past few years I've been the sole company to women, who steal the breath from the room as soon as they enter. Honestly, the kind where when I've been left alone, men come and ask how I do it. Literally. These have been smart women too. Women with degrees. Regardless, whatever I "do," it's been ineffective, by my own measure. I want something more. You know that idea of the person that is just, for me. I've seen a few woman in my day that can steal the air from the room, but how many can steal my heart for a lifetime? This is the essential question. My heart is entirely steal-able, but the words to unlock it are rather ancient, and unfortunately largely forgotten. But, those Words are out there. And, I suspect so is she.
I wonder if she concerns herself likewise tonight?
I want, no I demand, a woman that looks evermore-so to the purity of Our G-d, as essential to her life. Like a Ruth, an Esther, or...bite my tongue, a Mary. I want a woman who doesn't give me a chance because of my handsome look, but rather for the temperament of my heart, and my yearning and striving for the very heart of my G-d. I need a woman who loves me not just because I am strong or brave, or whatever the case. I need a woman who will love me for all of these things. A woman whom I can admire me as fully as I admire her. Partnered in a 3-cord bond of beautiful reciprocation.
I want a woman to love me, for the real me. I put my smile in my pocket, but my locked heart is worn on my sleeve. Smiles are fleeting, but my "heart" is my very life.
Outward beauty is not enough. I'm content within myself to say, I've proven this in my life. I could have settled. I could have given up all the hushed and despondent nights 'alone' under the stars.
But what, I wonder would that have made me?
There is no area, nor could there possibly be any stipulation affecting my fleshly life, so demanding as my desire for a women of virtue. I know I am equipped to spend the rest of my life 'alone' if I do not meet her. I'd beg time itself, to wager a bet on my resolution. But, time...ah yes- time, is something that is required of all things. The good, bad and ugly. Yesterday and eternity...is time. We've all got time. We just never know how much.
"True Love" sometimes, it seems, is like a plague that falls solely on the justified. The artisans, the scholars of perpetual contentment, the immortal characters of fables.
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My sister and her husband(?).
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Since I know that True Love actually exists, I must be resolute in my belief that it is the sole heir and partner to the lion-share of any 'lonely' benevolence I could feel under these stars tonight.
Is she out there?
I don't know.
But, hey,look up...have you ever seen such an elegant moon?

Love in Christ frinds,
sabrefire
Copyright © MAS 09/28/2008
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When Words Fail... Sep 26, 2008 6:47 am
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What happens, when the words dry up, and the inspiration is lost? If your gift is in the form of words and they fail you, you don't become like everyone else. You become something lower. Like an athlete past his prime. A widow to usefulness.
So what happens when your words fail you? When they fail to express the bursting emotion inside your heart? When they are shut up like the century gate of a kingdom under attack, and yet have innumerable restless warriors trapped within its bounds dressed for battle. Such a heart lives and breathes by its words. By its venting. By its escape. By its attack on the mundane, and banality of its existence.
In short...by love.
Maybe it lives for "that chance encounter" that just might become something more. Maybe it'll blossom into something beautiful, and exotic. So that it may hitch its wagon, not to the stars, but to the essence of its spiritual counterpart. Yo know, something that is worthy of a hearts expression beyond life's menial tasks. Something to make life rich enough as to afford its keep.
A pure heart is an expensive thing to maintain. It demands truth, and love and the painful...minute dissection of harsh feeling. And any heart worth it salt, demands...G-d. It requires its own little world where it is the belle of the ball. It demands a steep price- which many refuse to pay. The stomach and mind require far less...they often simply require- actual money.
So what to do, what to do, when your hearts words fail you?
Maybe it means something different altogether. Maybe it's some unconscious internal -and ingenious- ploy to make you long even more. You know, like pressurizing or priming your heart for an upcoming flood of words and emotion. Like some kind of wizardly cognitive dissonance slyly obscuring the path from heart strings to tongue. Or maybe it's a kind of internal fire drill in preparation for possible disaster. "In case of emergency, break heart."
Maybe it's just me.
Everyday is a battle against the numbing of the heart. And we need encoraging words to keep our internal fire stoked.. And when the ember burns down to its tiniest glow, when even you can barely see it, we must then seek for ourselves the strength to fan its essence again into a flame. Yes, I know, it's easier said than done. Doing it alone is rather like fining the homeless for living in a box on the sidewalk. In fact, it's almost exactly like that.
But, inside each of you is that latent loving child, that harbors a habitation of purity for G-d. There's the very Kingdom of G-d within you. I know I cannot make anyone love G-d. But, I can offer you a glimpse into my life, and my heart. I can show you my inabilities and challenges. I can offer you a peek into the battle that rages toward the numbing of my heart. And the best thing I can possibly do is show you that it has no chance of winning. Not on my watch...not ever. And I'd love it if you'd join me.
Especially when my words fail me...

Love in Christ,
sabrefire

Copyright ©2008 MAS
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My Sapphire Queen Sep 19, 2008 6:12 pm
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I'm an enigma. A puzzle... and I skip, hop, and leap-frog from one cryptic shadow of life's substance to the next. I often speak to people, and myself in riddles. I don't know why, sometimes I wish I didn't do this. It's... well, puzzling. I keep my mind occupied much of the time by pulling memories from the past and attempting to intertwine them with knowledge from this source, or that. It seems that I'm always trying to complete this mysterious puzzle despite not having enough pieces. The foundational pieces are raw memories, and knowledge and wisdom are more the interconnecting pieces which tie them all together. It's these interconnecting pieces- where the art of life lies. Whether joyful or rueful, good reflection always bridges the gaps with a certain elegance.

I frequently catch myself waiting to see what next piece time will bring me. This is my life. I feel free to smile a bit now because a light has begun to emerge in the landscape of what little I have in place. It's not unlike having about 1,000 piece's set in place, of some 25,000+ piece puzzle of ...maybe, a lighthouse (?). I don't think I'll ever really finish. Perhaps, we do what we can here and then G-d shows us the rest in the hereafter. Maybe it'll be an eerily- tragic, yet beautiful, tossing sea with a tattered ship distant beyond the harbor. Or maybe, a calm morning with a family strolling about the girded cement walkway above the water, with seagulls swirling happily above. Who's to say what time and G-d will allot? It's just too soon. It's always too soon; that is until it's over. But I know this, it is art. All of it. And G-d made it. And though I cannot lay down those character piece's time has not yet given; I can parley the wisdom and knowledge of G-d's beauty ahead of me. In this way can I lay my own backdrop for the substance of things hoped for. That's faith. And that is a lot of pieces.

The Ancient Bedouin have a saying for those whom G-d sends them, they say, "If I had known you would honor me by walking this way, I would have strewn the path between your house and mine with mint and rose petals."

I ask myself now, what might I say of the pathway of my future Queen which G-d might send? Looking top to bottom of what puzzle has already been laid, tonight I'd offer a few brilliant sapphire colored pieces in hopes of stamping together a bit of skyline in my Life's puzzle.
I'll liken it to the Exodus when the Israelites had agreed to follow the Law and the Book of the Covenant, and Moses, Aaron and 70 elders ascended the Holy mountain and were allowed a glimpse of G-d's feet there. "[B]Under His feet there was a likeness of a pavement of sapphire like the very sky for purity."
Sapphire sky under His feet. Purity. Book and Covenant.
That's beauty, faith, and G-d. It's peace.
And it's...piece by piece.
... It is art.

Now I have but to wait for The Queen that's meant to fill the space amidst my backdrop of sapphire skyline.
Mint and rose petals to her.

GBY all,
sabrefire

Copyright © 9/18/2008 Michael A.S.
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Some More Pretentious Writing From the Midnight Ocean... The Crown of Creation Sep 15, 2008 5:58 pm
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Last winter I experienced a rather peculiar morning... and the recent cold snap and frost advisory brought it back into remembrance with gusto. I think still-frames in your mind are precious when viewed under certain light. I remember it well now...



CROWN OF CREATION

The mornings brilliance of snowy wonder- brought with it incredibly allegory. Unavoidably piercing winds and a peeking sun of exquisitely bold, fiery presence- served up an added measure of near divine beauty. The sun illuminating a frigid atmosphere of bluish-purple, mottled, heavy laden clouds...and gusting winds- worked in concert to produce snowflakes of icen-sparkle. These flakes were far from its common fluffy brethren. These flakes more resembled...intricately chiseled geometries, of leaded glass or crystal. And for the first time in remembrance the snowfall had a distinct and peculiar sound. It was as if countless millions of tiny crystalline chandeliers were made to be blown and scattered- and then altogether shattered across themselves- within the unimaginably huge expanse of the 'house of the giants.' I'd of course heard of a Winter Wonderland before...but this more resembled a winter fairytale. And I felt as if I was the graceless giant therein, stumbling and bumbling about in rehearsal of my typical menial endeavors.
It was immensely beautiful, but scarcely inviting; frozen and wholly isolating, while remaining entirely indifferent. It was “nature.” I loved it's trappings, and it made my heart near to melt- but it cared not the least for me. To it- I was on par with the trees, the deer, and even the bugs- which had all but disappeared months ago. I was on even keel with bacteria, or even a fossilized brontosaurus, and the dirt- for that matter.

I knew I needed something more. I needed something warm and endearing… something that could understand the blueness of my longing and the deep purple of my affection. I needed G-d. Nothing else could do. Luckily, I knew just where to find Him. He wasn't just there, occupying the sun, or the gorgeously brilliant- but coarsely indifferent scape about me; He was solidly within my heart, and the Word written thereon.
The truth was impossibly easy.
I wasn't a graceless giant, kin to bacteria, or even simply some solemn solitary admirer of the inexplicable beauty of nature...I was something infinitely more.
I was a child of G-d, and a harbinger of His Word.
I am... of The I Am, and blessed is He.
G-d can be seen in all things about us, but His masterpiece and crown of creation lives within all of us... so long as we dare to believe.

GBY little children,
sabrefire


Copyright © 9/15/2008 Michael. A.S.
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SO THERE IS SUCH A THING AS A FREE LUNCH! Sep 8, 2008 1:33 pm
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MY LUNCHBOX
Try to don a light-hearted grin before reading.


It's difficult task trying to, in some way, have a positive effect on someone through the ether of my blog. For some I think that on the surface I appear too young to bother with. For others I think, I'm too...male. For some maybe it's a matter of style...others still, maybe don't want to learn... just teach. Or preach. Sometimes screech. Many simply sneak in- and sneak again out- without a sound, kinda like a quick trip to a lunch time drive-thru or even a supermarket free sample. A handful maybe have tasted something they like and have adopted a regular dine-in approach; many even bring a nice dish to pass for all the other pop-ins. They're good peoples. Some bring meat, others sweets...but thankfully very little pork. You know- I'm not a fan. Now, I personally don't dine on swine...but what others do on their own blog is their business, I suppose. You just won't see it coming out of my kitchen Jack. And since it's not welcome at my table; I won't go to others and pass around something I myself wont eat, that just wouldn't be courteous. That's my style and that's how I live, and serve. Both literally and figuratively. But no matter the case...I'm thankful for you all...I know everybody has got to eat. So yeah, go where you are fed. And if you're ever in the mood for some eats and you're cruisin by...check "us" out; pop-ins welcome.
Pigs are not.

GB,
sabrefire
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She's Got Jerusalem in Her Bones Sep 7, 2008 3:14 pm
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"Behold, The Lord has proclaimed to the end of the earth: Say to the Daughter of Zion, "Behold, your salvation comes; behold, His reward is with Him, and His recompense before Him." And they shall be called The holy people, The redeemed of The Lord; and you shall be called sought out, a city not forsaken" (Isaiah 62:11-12 RSV)



Jerusalem In Her Bones

Faintest wind come again calling;
She once walked
-immersed- in darkness of midnight-
Daughter of Zion, She sparkled-
like illuminaries of old
shattering blackness
with Her sage luminescence,
piercing night with scattered light-
sendin waves of that Holy smoke,
-swirling across earths arid sea-
ascending breezes of subtle incense offer-
thru the halls of a time now long forgotten.

With ancient Wisdom on the tip of Her tongue...
Where's She gone?
What has She done?
She'd wore a cloud
swung about Her like a shroud-
an essence now long obscured by smog.
Now- no one knows, just how to see,
We got more questions than answers
& more answers than truths.

We sing...

"That intrepid hunger, she knows too well,
life 'wrecked' by a feeling-
that Spirit just shines too bright
-so she's out there all alone at night-
-Can't sleep-
Walking them streets- of babylon and egypt...
Cuz, deep down She still knows her home;
She's got Jerusalem in Her bones."

She see's the homeless on them streets
& She says, "he has ears, but will he hear?"
She watch the rich man walk on past
& "he's got eyes, but cannot see."
When ya asleep what's to fear...?
-This IS the nightmare--
She perceives both their lives have gone awry-
& it makes Her heart want to cry...out-
"their once dead already- and cannot die!"
She just can't lie...
and She won't shake that feelin...
cuz... She's got Jerusalem in Her bones.

She walks on by past dragons and thieves-
-thru crowds of ghouls- She pass,
swimmin thru- a gutter,
babylon!
It tries to drown that feeling inside
it preens...
"You're cold and lonely- and you need you some gold...
& besides, that way of thinkin is just too old."
She always tries Her best to shake off its cold.
& just when She feels She can't go on
She feels that same ancient feelin -
& the familiar sweet wind it arrives upon ...
it always pushes Her on.
Why?
Cuz...She's got Jerusalem in Her bones.

She's tired & She wants to go home
so She tries to catch the bus at dawn
but this time- She's got no more time...
She's just too late this time-
She's stuck now-
so She looks to the clouds above,
-catching a glimpse thru the smog-
She thinks how someday She'll see Him
& them tears, they start to roll...& stream.
-She's standin in the gap and bridgin the seam-
She whispers, "it's time to go home,
I mean... it's been 2000 yrs since the time of Rome,
and I know I'm not... but I feel so alone-
I need me some Peace,
So, Come Lord, Come..."
She's got Jerusalem in Her bones-
I said, We got Jerusalem in Our bones.

Shalom & that Peaceful City to you all,
sabrefire

Copyright Michael A.S. 9/7/2008
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MONEY, SUCCESS, AND FAILURE..OH MY!! Sep 5, 2008 7:14 pm
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Money, Success, and Failure.

What is failure? What is success? And who decides who has succeeded or failed?
As with many challenges that we face in this life, the answer is one that is fundamental in logic and- all but... in practice. Fundamental Believer's logic.
Anti-human logic.

We as Believers do not have the "luxury" of determining what is failure or success. For what is said here as a "luxury" is infact more of a curse... as what man so often considers success...is a scourge to his own soul.
Is winning an account success, if you had to lie to get it? Is getting a promotion worth the price of deceit? Trampling those who opt not to falsify and embellish- to get a job, is this success?
Money?

1Tim6:10 “For the love of Money is the root of all evil: which while some coveted after, they have erred from the faith, and pierced themselves through with many sorrows.”

Something men have proven they will murder and maim for... just a mere whiff of. What is to us? Has it become a source of pride… or a means of subsistence?
Is it a means of helping others?
Money is not inherently evil. It being the root of evil- it of itself, bears no fruit.
Give a starving man in the desert Money and the best he can do is light a fire with it by night.
It is largely tree pulp, and elaborately placed green dye. This…tree pulp and dye, is “the root of all evil?”
It largely drives our peoples lives. And we are foolish enough to believe this is essentially just human-instinct.
It’s tree pulp and green dye!

I believe in Capitalism. I don't believe in dishonesty and serving a paper G-d however.
What man does with Money- and the fruit he springs from it- so often leads to wickedness.
Clearly, to the Believer Money should not be success.
Happiness, as I recall arguing was...rather 'successfully' in high school; likewise is not “success”. (But it beats out "Money," in debate rather handily though- I must add.) Indeed as I may have won a debate with the premise that “success is happiness”...I was a failure to the truth.

“Failure” is the deviation from G-d's will. This should be fundamental to our psyche, our belief and our reverence. Why? Because it's fundamental to our soul.
Contrariwise, of course- success- is the embodiment of G-d's Word…the fulfillment of it. Lean not to the right nor the left...but the narrow path of G-d that is laid out before you, through His Word. This is the narrow and unalterable sense of the word "success."
Success = G-d's Will.
Everyday man will find a way to tell you- you are failure.
You're late on your last payment! You're a bit overweight… hmm? Or maybe, hey, how come you are single, if you're so great?
Must I go on?
Look back at the Prophets of old. They are at first glance- a bunch of misfits.
No one did it just right, but One.
But many were a success.
The victory is won- and the Victor is One.
Follow this One to the best of your ability, with Love...
And you...are a success in the greatest sense of the Word.

Gb,
sabrefire

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