Each day brings its opportunities to honor God with decisions or to dishonor Him.
He is worthy of honorable decisions, choices, actions and words. In disregarding God, the service of self is left at the forefront.

The hallmark of life in the Holy Wild is the knowledge of God. There is no gap between living, and knowing the value of the last lived moment. Feedback is immediate, unmistakable and personal. If I have been leaning on the arm of my Beloved, and I begin to pull away as I am distracted from Him by a dead thing and its matching dead place in me, I know NOW that I have sinned. Imagine having your nose filled with the finest perfume, a smell that reminds you that you are home...and then having your nose stuffed full of the scent of death and decay. God did not decide to smell bad. I decided to put my nose where it no longer belongs.

Father, thank You for the indefinable intimacy. Thank you for prayer, the abiding ebb and flow of communication.

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What a delight to talk to my boy. Family contact is not as distracting as non-family contact. Dad likes family, and He says that there is good when we look away from One Thing, when we look at family. He made family a picture of the Kingdom.

The draw of One Thing never lets up. It takes deliberate choice to turn from adoration. You'd think I was saying that I am there all of the time, but it is so far from true. I can imagine a time coming when I stay lost in there for days. I used to think that required circumstances, like going for a week or a month to Kansas City. Now I know that nothing is required beyond faith. I do not depend on intimacy, it just means I am putting my faith somewhere else. When I am not lost in Love, when I am looking up the path and guiding myself with my own eyes, rather than leaning out the arm of my beloved, gazing lost upon Him, and depending my movement on His, then I am a proud adulterer or idolater.

Father, you have helped me in my earth life so much today. You have given me victory over my enemies, and you shown me how to love and pray. I keep missing...and you keep on encouraging me. Thank you.

There was a man talking on the radio today. He said that he had persisted in walking away from God long enough to find joy. He was spreading his good news, the news that people walking away from God would find joy if they persisted long enough.

I have been trained to conclude that he only thinks that he has found joy. I think now that, if I spent time with him he would find that thing he calls joy, and I would understand it for something humans can have, that is not joy. Then I could unlove him and rejoice, in his face, about just how wrong he was, and just how sad his good news is.

How can he ever see the Joy of the Lord, if I am not abiding in it when he encounters me? How can he see the banquet that has been laid for him if I am not sitting at my place at the table, with my crippled feet hidden beneath, when he encounters me? It is our Father's loving kindness that will draw him. But how can he yearn for what he has no evidence of?

My King, thank you for your table. Thank you for purchasing my place at it for me. I am going to, with your help, live here.