The way of a future

August 2, 2008

Joel Akin

 When I first laid eyes on the life of time I was mixed up in a big way. Now I am just mixed and that is the body of a pancake about to be fried.

Of course the pancake doesn't think of being a pancake. It thinks of being mixed in a way that makes the pancake sloppy and tired and limp.

When the pancake is finally fried then people want it. They want it so much they are willing to line up for blocks to have it and then they say "We see it afar off". However if God is the one who made it and put it and broke it then it is time God had it to himself.

After all if I like to write and the writing on the wall has no affect except on Helium, then people see it high up on the wall and they like it. Then they take it down because it wasn't what the leader or leaders wanted so much as it was the way of life for a pancake about to be put down into the sea where it will create a watery mix not fit for soup.

If we are speaking of the future we are speaking of time in the sea. Time in the sea is about an elf and a way of life caught up into a war over sin. If you want it you can have it. I have grown up thinking it was me who was the one of sin. Now I know that it is sin alone who is the culprit. He is the bad guy and the heart of rot and corruption. He who is sin is a composite of body parts put together from the corruption of time and life in general. He who is sin/Sin is just a dog too tired to pop and that is the gist of a screwy and tired man who some may think is off his nut.

I am in a way but I want this to be the story of life. To accomplish that is a miracle of prayer. I go into prayer with God in hope that God will accomplish a miracle of prayer. After all if I pray I pray to God. If I pray to God I go into battle knowing it is he who is giving me grace to still the heart tonight. I have a heart and it is one of life but it isn't one of hurt for the storm or hope for the caress of time.

Of course I do have a play on words but it is the frame of a reply to the heart that I am wore down to the nib and the nib is the bib of a man who can't see a way out. Of course he knows God is there. He knows God cares. Its just that God doesn't seem to speak as loud or clear as he used to when he and I were closest in time and in place of time.

Of course that was when God was clear and when God was close but now the time is clear in a way it wasn't. It is the close proximity of life which is the cause of a celebration on the order of big time God. Celebration is when God says "Go into the highway and byway and pray" and they will go into the church and pray and get saved. However their soul will be healed and that is the ground of a shake and a bake of pan and cakes. In other words though I am a pancake I do have a batter to right things with me and that is life or time of life. I have a dream to travel but it is difficult when I have a web site demanding attention each day. So that has to be turned over to those who are called to help. That means I have to turn life over to people who are to come and help even if I don't know them as yet.

If that sounds foolish it is but not in the sense of triumph over the batters up. For if I play by the rules I go down hard and fry up nice and hot. I get stirred up over the great pain and that is the burn of a soul on the griddle of pain of life. It sounds chronic and in a way it is but then so is the way of a soul in monarchy of life. Imagine people of old wanted freedom to do things but had a burn on them from time and made mistakes. Who pays for their mistakes? The people do. Thus if I make a mistake it is the price of freedom to do as I please. If I do it in conjunction with God and it is a mistake he has to bear it to me and tell me he didn't know the way of the pan was to be a cake. He thought the pan was earth and earth was the whole and not the hole which men were thrown down into.

Thus men went down hard and fast in the day of old. They went down so fast only a few survived the fall. They had a ship then which put them down in the sea and cast them off in the deep of the sea. They were thrown down to the spin of a compass and it was the wreck of a dream for man in general. No one saw it and no one cared. All were in a dream of life over life and that was the sea then as it would be in a day or two when God bills the price of it to the sea of a world below.

In other words if Japan sinks you read it here. If you read it rises up from the grave and sinks to the deep of a road then it is here you read it. Of course if the read is the bill for a price of life then it is the sea which rises up and carries the men of time to Japan in a sea of courses and prizes and life in the sea of time. That means God doesn't faint in the way of blessings or helps in time of trouble. He gives to those who need it by way of life.

So in a way I give to the KO and that is the knock out or the Noc out. Noc out could refer to the place in Escanaba which was on the agenda and still is for the price of life to escape to the people of life in the sea of time and so on.

As a man I give the free space to those who have it. I carry on the spin of time in that I am free. I have a gift of gab but it is the gift of a spirit called God. I asked "If I am free" and it was a dumb thing to say but God knows me. He knows I don't know the way of the heart of men. They read me and think "It doesn't work" but it does. It goes to the people in their heart and carries them up to God. He sees it as a mark and that is the mark of a man who is not even close to perfect. That is me and I don't mind writing it and telling it.

Yet in the sea of time I give to those who have a hope of a future. If it is me I need time with the heart and that isn't the hope or Hope of a dream but the price of a future where I have Hope and freedom.

Of course the night is young for some and so I aim to the pro who is helping as to the way of life.

If the sea of it is the see then the way of life will change before the end of the week to come. If it does then rejoice for the way of life is open. If it doesn't then wonder "Why am I here?" For if the way of life doesn't open the way of freedom doesn't come to men and that isn't the way of God.