The man who sang,’You ain’t nothin but a hound dog’ said: “When your intelligence don’t tell you something ain’t right, your conscience gives you a tap on the shoulder and says “Hold on.” If it don’t, you’re a snake.” The degree to which any man can firmly grasp his own reflection, let alone hold on to it, can hardly be conceived without an algorithm for site and breadth beyond common understanding. Not that I would say it is of little or less importance. According to Julius Caesar “All bad precedents begin as justifiable measures”. You might say, ‘who can stand the deceiver, the man who spins a lie, little regard for integrity; then again, aren’t we all at times a bit less than we can accept. If we go too far in this direction we find despair. How can we despair, did not Ezekiel prophecy to the dry bones ‘You will come to life’? and further on he says “Then he said to me, “Prophesy to the breath; prophesy, son of man, and say to it, ‘This is what the Sovereign Lord says: Come, breath, from the four winds and breathe into these bones, that they may live.” So I prophesied as he commanded me, and breath entered them; they came to life and stood up on their feet—a vast army. John F. Kennedy said: “The great enemy of the truth is very often not the lie — deliberate, contrived, and dishonest — but the myth — persistent, persuasive and realistic”. by the time we have gotten to this place it would be safe to say that all eye’s are pointed outward; and, if we were in a group we’d have all our guns pointed outside the wagon. Them versus us.
The Devil is a bastard, a deceiver and capable of equations that will keep us preoccupied from the truth. Expecting him not to attack you is like what the journalist Dennis Wholly once said, it’s like not expecting the bull to attack you because you’re a vegetarian. So easily we forget, I once was lost, but now am found; what confession and forgiveness have done for me. “Come now, and let us reason together,” saith the Lord. “Though your sins be as scarlet, they shall be as white as snow; though they be red like crimson, they shall be as wool. C.H. Spurgeon wrote: “How can I despair of any man in light of who I am without the grace of God”. In all these questions about “who I am”, redemption, my purpose and trying to live a life expecting the greater reward, we sometimes forget the simple and the obvious. Dum spiro spero, which is Latin for “While I breath, I hope”. Hope that God can even raise dry bones to life again, hope that Christ who died and rose again will raise me into his kingdom, hope that when all seems lost, my God, is the biggest most powerful god who ever existed and He loves to show up and be the hero. And most importantly, not me, nor you, nor anyone, is ever stained so crimson red, that he cannot raise, build up and create such a warrior that all the world shall be amazed. Fact is, we’re all just a bunch of hound dogs and Christ loved us anyway. The king of rock and roll said: “The truth is like the sun. You can shut it out for a time, but it ain’t goin away”. Ain’t it so