Just Codey

It’s the opposite of Robinhood; it is impatience with malice towards God. It is debt only a collection agency can reconcile: you have to believe the cross punishes Judas to glorify God again. It is a narrative tool to pick your poison and rise in action to a difficult choice. The confidence we have is that the choice is obvious and it is my job to enforce the poetry correctly.

Those jews face their own poison and commit suicide but the rest of us are determined to wait until it becomes a deeply satisfying kiss of grace and powerful surrender to Jesus: to begin as a vigilante and end worshipping Jesus in gratitude for our adoption to himself and resiliance, which it is His good pleasure to perform. ( Ephesians 1:4-5 ) They said, “You are little and the greater will come to judge you.” Yes and that came out in spectacular glory: the looks on His face are priceless. I had pre-existing plans and He, rather than distract me from them, really complemented me. Why would I fear judgement? Bulls-eye and a pat on the back: I wish I could do more! Don’t take that; get a job; I want that back; I can’t feel that; and just plain, “Noooooo.” The train is coming; pass until that is even. How did we get so far from boogie boards? Is the moon habitable? Why Mars if we have the moon? When they terraform it I’m going to fly there by myself, shit, and take the long way home. I’ll rent one. Indeed, that is the eclipse from the famous Biodome. Woosh; wub, wub, wub; boing; nyaow… five like and MRI at what makes the pleasure centers in the limbic system fire. “Is this?” Over and over and over again: really far strange stuff.