With the adoption of the RockFord Lutheran extension of the Dark Shore/Hebron Collegium initiative, my feet have become like the deer’s running in the mountain places, trusting God to chart the course is I dance through the gates of salvation ahead of me. I whirl in the training: this is life, preparing for 2029, whatever that means—from my prayers that the Sons of Solomon truly reboot into an authentic Free (“Lutheran”) Christian laymen’s movement that rivals Knights of Columbus, to the all to evident eruption of globalist catastrophes being funneled down on the poor by the elites in the name of population control.
Pro-Bible, Pro-marriage—or Bust.
Today, Tuesday, the football team starts practice without me. My task is to keep a good eye not only on what I owe you, my reader, but also on what I owe those who have come here (to Rockford) for me to teach (you’re invited!), those who have joined my parish in trust (come visit and sing!), and those whom I have brought forth into this world as legacy (as they take their wings).
Priority, permanence, and publicity all come down to this: I was sent to make known the good news of the resurrection of Jesus.
And yet, I confess a fear.
My own value as a human has centered around “performance” as a primary inherited sin within my experienced life. Thus, I write with a blunderbuss, firing scattershot and hoping something sticks, instead of drawing back the bowstring to send the trust arrows that I believe will truly work.
The world can watch numbers and keep score. I know who gives the battle.
So today I reset expectations here yet again: if you’re here for the good juice, it will keep flowing. But I can’t afford to bottle-feed the complainers any more.
Going forward, my main goal is to deliver expectancy.
Not mere optimism. Not vague hope. But expectancy—rooted in the resurrection, sharpened by discipline, and borne out of the cross-shaped rhythm of life.
I mean to translate it. Expectancy is not a mood; it is a language. To speak in it requires conversion of mind and tongue, training in the vocabulary of the Psalms, and fluency in the proverbs of Jesus.
I mean to elaborate it. Expectancy is not a slogan; it is a system. Smart Theory has taught us that elimination is creation—that cutting away the noise is how the signal shines. To elaborate expectancy is to cut the fat, to find the bone, and to show how even the marrow has light.
I mean to activate it. Expectancy is not passive. It waits, but it does not sleep. It leans forward, it trains, it girds the loins. Scripture never calls waiting stillness; it calls waiting warfare. To activate expectancy is to turn faith into footing, prayer into strategy, and hope into a real defense against despair.
Expectancy through Scripture Alone.
Expectancy through Smart Theory (Natural Science).
Expectancy through solving for X (Don’t you wanna know Y?).
Circle X and find that it stands not only for the unknown, the mystery, the not-yet, but also for the cross. Turn X it’s side and find the crucified and risen Lord at the center.
I am not the solution. I will not keep you interested. But I will show you my math.
Membership of His Solution.
The shape of the disciple is with his abacus, or, even better, just watching the master’s rod work the dust. How else does a member of the tribe learn to re-member?
This is the joy of walking early in the age to come.
