We're Already Dead

Does anyone want a revolution?

"lord we such thank you for this revolu…
::chuckle::
…revelation that you have given Maria…"

I am sitting on that couch. That o familiar seat.
Another session is ending and we are talking to God.
She was praying or talking to God (don't get me started on THAT debate)
And I caught her 'slip' on her words (I think they call it a Freudian slip)

She was thanking God for a revelation given to my mother, but the spirit was guiding her to say revolution. The best part about being human is our uncanny knack to correct the Holy Spirit. Most commonly when the spirit is saying, "Hey, shut the fuck up and love." I hate that. Shut up spirit…. Its time to be me! The best part was that she chuckled at it. Revolution… how silly….

Is there any one out there who is tired of revelations??
Is there anyone who is tired of having deep conversations about absolutely meaningless and pointless rhetoric from the apostle Paul??
He was a good man. At least he tried. But his words are like my words. JUST WORDS.

What are words without action?
I am not talking about works. I am talking about action.
I am talking about where the rubber meets the road, where the knife hits the flesh, where the shit hits the fan.
I am talking about where Revelation meets Revolution.

It's that step in life where I stop saying, "His grace is sufficient for me" while I am dragging my knees in Satan's lies that I am not good enough. While I waddle in treacherous waters where demons are telling me that bad things are happening to me because I am evil. Where the evil in me convinces me that I am broke because I do not seek God enough as opposed to me accepting that the reason I can't buy Soy milk for my girls is because Daddy wanted Rum. As opposed to me admitting that I don't have what I want because I spend my time on things I don't need.

It's that step in life where I start saying, "HIS GRACE IS SUFFICIENT FOR ME! SUFFICIENT! THAT MEANS ENOUGH! ENOUGH ENOUGH! Can anything separate me from the love Christ has for me? Can troubles or problems or sufferings or hunger or nakedness or danger or violent death? Nah son, cos I know in all these things I am completely victorious through God who showed his love for me. Yes, I am sure that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor ruling spirits, nothing now, nothing in the future, no powers, nothing above, nothing below, nor anything else in the whole world will ever be able to separate me from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus MY Lord.

It's that step in life where I stop wondering why I am not getting anywhere in life and start holding my head up to see who….WHAT I am following. If I was following Christ I would be walking in joy and happiness and health. But I am too busy following my dick down restless avenues of deceit and destruction. I am too busy following my heart that wants everything I don't need and lusts for everything that is no good.

It's the step where I stop trying to find where GOD is and start realizing that there is no where GOD is not. That moment where I understand that I do not exist. God exists… and I am only aware of that because I am apart of him. I am his child. Loved, bathed and glorified. Holy, righteous and approved. With the same satisfaction that a parent looks at their child no matter how fucked up they are. My GOD is the GOD who said, "...if his son asks him for bread, will he give him a stone? Or if he asks for a fish, will give him a serpent? If you then, who are evil, know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will your Father who is in heaven give good things to those who ask him!"

It's the step where I realize that I am healed. Not just emotionally or spiritually, but physically. Where I boldly proclaim, "I do not fear cancer, sickness, ailments, disease, aches, pains, bloody noses, broken legs or migraines because my daddy sent his son to fix all that!" Where I remember watching the bone sink back into place. Where I remember watching the blood sucked back into my nose. Where the headache just goes. Where the rock falls out. Where the man says, "Tomorrow I am telling the doctor that I am not going through kimo because Jesus healed my cancer 2000 years ago. And if I die, then he wants me home." He wasn't ready for him to come home I guess. You say, but the doctor says….. Man, fuck the doctor! Who's report will you believe? The same fuckin bible that you believe to forgive all your stupid ass bull shit faults is the same bible that says, "And by his stripes we are healed." Where is your faith? His blood shed is enough to get us through the day so we don't feel too bad for all the shit we have done. I have news for you. If that's where your faith is, you have none at all. You are using a story in a book as a crutch. The grace of God through his son is not a crutch. It is reality. That which he did on the cross was a payment for debt, a transgression of sins, a toll for all sickness and a judgement for all time.

Enough with the revelation and on with the revolution!

The revolution must begin or else all is lost. The church of today has dropped the ball. We stopped influencing the world and the world started influencing us. We want bigger churches and more people so that we can show our buddies how well we are doing.

People don't need a club…. a weekly recital. They need a church. A safe place. A place where God's grace is revealed to them and a revolution begins. Where we stop dissecting the bible and start beliving it.

Is there anyone out there dumb enough to take Jesus at his word? The multiplier, the healer, the listener, the counselor…. The guy who was dumb enough to take God at his word and walk on water, curse trees and walk through walls?

No… there isn't anyone. Nothing really changes. We are a faithless generation. We have always been. We are just like them. Did you forget?

The woman…. Maria…. who was accepting revelation, stood in the middle of a Wal-Mart and prayed for the woman with the tainted face. God can fix scars. Car wrecks are meaningless to God. In the middle of a Wal-Mart, in the middle of the day…. with a compassion learned of Christ. The stupid woman takes HIM at HIS word. She stops her life and starts the revolution. And yet she knows the truth. We all run…. she read it…. she shared it….

John 16:29-33: His disciples said, "Finally! You're giving it to us straight, in plain talk—no more figures of speech. Now we know that you know everything—it all comes together in you. You won't have to put up with our questions anymore. We're convinced you came from God." Jesus answered them, "Oh really? Do you finally believe? HA! In fact, you're about to make a run for it—saving your own skins and abandoning me….."
but HIS grace is sufficient
"...But I'm not abandoned. The Father is with me. I've told you all this so that trusting me, you will be unshakable and assured, deeply at peace. In this godless world you will continue to experience difficulties. But take heart! I've conquered the world."

Does anyone want a revolution?
I'm starting one. You can either follow or watch.
Does anyone want a revolution?

God Bless Max Bemis

I watched her scruffy dog invade the old dog in the yard

The dog eat dog war has raged for years, so I assume it'd be too hard

For me to drive my foot between them, or kick them in the butt

Just to prove to one or both of them, A mutt is just a mutt

Again I watched my first mate G. devour fries and Rum

He infers japanese hip-hop, brass knucks, switchblades and loaded guns

Behind the cloud of smoke under cold street lights, he forgets his looming doubts

He has learned what really matters, you will not yank that carpet out

No, no....

These are my friends

This is who they have been for always

These are my days

This is how they stay

I watch her listening intently to the dribble from my lips.

She is seems so focused on the world now that she lost her innocence

She knows her limits and she orders only one, it tastes so good

I'd try to save it for her or kill it, either or, if she said I could

Shaun is drunk and high on weed. He sweats this bird he hardly knows

All that he wants is to see someone he respects without their clothes

So like some hybrid mother slash lover she’d soothe and heal his wounds

And kiss those dying ears so softly that the reaper stops to swoon

These are my friends

This is who they have been for always

These are my days

This is how they stay

I hear those stupid dogs, I hear those stupid dogs, I hear those stupid dogs, I hear those stupid dogs......

I watch my brother’s son play with his shotgun in the street

We share a beer and joke about playing shows to their dancing feet

It’s strange; we're skinny when we're standing, but we're Buddha when we sit

And if I’m truly so enlightened why do I treat him like he's shit?

As I look back at countless crossroads and the middle where I stay

Right up the beaten path to boredom, my inspiration to move away

But the fear if this is the right choice suddenly follows me to where I lay

And it increases with every scummy, crummy hour of every scummy, crummy day.

These are my friends

This is who they have been for always

These are my days

This is how they stay

I talk to A. and he sounds so grim and yet so inspired all at once

I chat with O., he smiles to see me and I approve of his performance

I get a call from S., he's 'living' and I remember why I'm always growing up

Because to be grown up instead of growing up would just mean that I'm stuck.

I sit and talk with John, he makes me shake, his wisdom trembles me

And when he cries, I cry, we cry. If they could all see, we're such pussies

But he's a man and I'm a man because he raised me to grip the truth

I hope he never dies while I'm alive, because to him death sounds so uncouth

And I sing,

These are my friends
This is who they have been for always
These are my days
This is how they stay