The king with a crown atop his mind walks amongst us
Spiritline beyond that of blood, though inherited.
Crown atop his mind, though unseen
It’s presence luminous and loud
It’s jewel of a value beyond purchase
His kingship unseen and obvious
His presence commands exaltation,
Even when one has no intention of exalting him
His every utterance wrapped in the cumulative wisdom and experience of eternity
Chosen words, as he is chosen
His sight made clearer with insight
Wisdom inherent, before knowledge
Discomfort and inadequacy arises in those who dress up as kings in his presence
Who wear crowns atop their heads
Crowns earned or stolen, eagerly defended
In the knowledge that their’s can fall from their person and be picked up and worn by another
And his, innate
Unable to be stolen or earned away
He is one of very few
Royalty, regardless of vanity
In all kingdoms
Behold His Crown.
The king with a crown atop his mind walks amongst us
The darkness in wisdom. Every ray of sunshine is a distraction. The paradox of being wise and happy is being content with terrible truth.
To be one,
But to fall away.
As dead skin
To forget your origin
And praise that which you have fallen from as
To see others fallen,
Who send their worship in the same direction.
Some of whom shine and flourish from within,
As though connected to this essence.
Like flashes of lost brilliance,
And yet know
Deep down below acknowledgment
That there is something between us all.
A lost connection,
A sole consciousness.
Many from one
You and I.
I call it the genius gene. Attributed to my father’s blood line, I daringly apply it to myself and all of my offspring. Perhaps of some distant descent, a pinpointed moment in human kind’s evolutionary history. I can imagine that special moment, that flash of brilliance that traveled for hundreds of thousands of years, which led to my father, to me, to my child. I watched my son in awe. His pupils were dilated, jaw slightly dropped in a frozen state of epiphany. The type of expression only visible when some unforeseen knowledge has penetrated one’s soul. A wisdom that changes you forever. I imagined that genius gene unraveling inside of this boy like a type of intellectual puberty, changing him forever. He was 4 years old, barely able to contain himself in any circumstance, bursting with pointless energy. A constant state of noise and meaningless movement. And yet, there he sat. Still. Quiet. An expression of wise maturity, unusual for such a young, inexperienced being. One might expect the expression plastered upon a man lost during mid-life, finally being struck with meaning all at once by the universal creator. And there it was, on my boy. I watched with pride. It begins. The room was quiet and still as time is (to one who is truly objective). He hadn’t moved beyond what each slow breath did to his young frame. He hadn’t blinked. I leaned in, afraid of disturbing his epiphany, but too excited to contain myself. This moment carried the weight of eternity. How wondrous it was to imagine that weight on this fragile, still-growing mind. What a work of art. I whispered in childlike anticipation.
“Josiah … what are you thinking about?”
He whispered back without glancing over at me, still frozen in his state.
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In retrospect, I would like to acknowledge that I understand one’s mental and spiritual state is sculpted by much more than from just one person’s influence, and perhaps there are others who deserve an equal serving of my gratitude. I, myself, could NevR give credit to a sole aspect of my life for defining the majority of who I am today. Nevertheless, reflections of your presence overwhelm my acknowledgment more than that of any other in regards to Leah. You and my father share a commonality in that you are both men who’s potential outweighs your accomplishments. Innate, profound wisdom and self-actualization that, for the most part, goes unseen by many in mere quick flashes of public brilliance, nothing standing the test of time. Well granted, nothing is inaccurate. And one can hardly say that your brilliance as a man has been wasted due to a lack of published work or world renown, because the beauty of who you are lives on beyond your life and courses through the lives of your children. This is the case with your precious first child. Her existence, to me, is nothing short of a reminder of our Creator. Every weakness, every strength, thought process and personality trait so tailor fitted to my being that I can not feel less than sheer appreciation for a life in her presence. I promise you, my honour and reverence for her meets every necessity and satisfies any reservation that a father might have in regards to giving away something as deeply cherished as one of his daughters. Leah is what I would want my daughter to grow to be, and in this, I grow a supreme appreciation for your influence in her life. My friendship with her is inherent and without effort due to your interests, beliefs, sense of humour and personality traits imparted unto her through countless documentaries, books and passionate sermons, a darkness in your perspective, an objective, detached truth to your thought process, a reverence for your Creator and an extreme ideology, unapologetic and dismissive to that which is commonly upheld. May I dare to say, even her love for me, her instant comfort in my presence, her effortless understanding of my character, is due to her being fathered by a soul so similar to myself. The stars have aligned for me so perfectly in regards to my wife. I am not worthy of such a gift, however I can NevR be without it in the knowledge of its existence. Thus, I should wish to formally thank you and hope that those words do any justice to my limitless gratitude. May you continue beyond all we can see in this world knowing that the husband of your first born understands her immeasurable worth and will spend his forever attempting to deserve the honour of her presence and love.
There was a panic a couple months back (a “scandal” as some papers put it) regarding the sanctity of Subway’s bread. The constant media coverage led many to boycott the sandwich company in boisterous confidence. Many of you reading this today may have already done away with Subway since the “scandal” in order to continue maintaining your healthy diet, making sure that you are only putting good things into your body. Power to you. I just thought it necessary to add a few tidbits of information to the conversation, especially for those who receive all of their information from outside sources. I find that people love to think they know something, without actually studying or rationalizing anything personally. The drug that has been discovered in Subway’s bread is called azodicarbonamide (don’t ask me to pronounce it, lest I forego my intellectual prowess). Let’s, for now, forget the fact that we can find the ingredient in yoga mats and rubber soles. As interesting and attractive as that is to those supplying you the news (WOW factor, I guess), this information is not really that relevant to the conversation of what it means for your health. Let’s get to the facts of the matter. Azodicarbonamide is used as a bleaching agent and dough conditioner allowing them to produce bread faster and cheaper. It also adds to the bread’s shelf life (doesn’t expire as quickly). It is not natural. It has been linked to respiratory issues, asthma and allergies. That’s really it for the most part. Now, I did not raise an eyebrow to this news. Instead, my reaction was that of instant and complete acceptance. It isn’t that I already knew of this ingredient and of its potential detriment to our human bodies. The particulars of azodicarbonamide were news to me upon hearing as well. However, the shock and panic of this news was immediately lost to me, given the truths of the capitalistic society we live in. Is it really that surprising that one of the biggest fast food chains in the western world might invest in practices that contribute more to their profits than to your health? As far as supply and demand is concerned, I would say these types of practices are to be expected. And further, the ingredient itself has been approved for use in our food by federal regulatory agencies providing it is used in particular predesignated amounts. They weren’t sneaking around or breaking any laws. As far as the laws of the land are concerned, no injustice has actually been committed. The truth is, Subway does not owe anything to us. The way the food industry is set up as a whole is not for the betterment of your health. Any expectation of such should be immediately cast aside. The agencies in place to regulate food and health for consumers are only confirming these sorts of ingredients aren’t being used in lethal amounts, not whether these are unhealthy amounts (or healthy at all). Whether we are speaking about Burger King (which you may have more readily accepted this news from), Subway, or your local grocery store, the majority of the food made available to us comes from people who aren’t concerned with extending our life expectancy. Most of the harmful chemicals and ingredients placed in the fruits, vegetables, bread, prepackaged snacks, meats and drinks that we consume are added with conscious intent in order to manipulate their colour, extend their shelf life, make fluffier or whatever other reason that coincides with lower manufacturing costs and more sales. Unfortunately, no one is taking any responsibility for your health. Don’t think for a moment that Subway feels as though they have wronged the public and are fixing a mistake. They were simply engaging in the same practices as all other food suppliers in our society (and likely still are in other ways we are currently unaware of). They just happen to be the ones caught with their hands dirty at the moment. If you truly are concerned about the things you put into your body, I suggest you don’t scoff at the idea of eating Subway sandwiches only to cross the street and buy WonderBread from the grocery store. There are hundreds of products relating to bread, croutons, and packaged stuffing that use azodicarbonamide for the same reasons Subway has been using it. Mind you, I don’t mean to sound as though I am pardoning the company on account of doing no more wrong than any other corporation. Rather, consider this an admonishment of the food industry as a whole. Being health conscious in today’s society means being extremely skeptical and meticulous about what you eat, using more unconventional methods to find your food and (most importantly) studying. Consider the recent food-scare scandal as a mere distraction from what is truly important. We are all responsible for our own individual health. It is not enough to simply commit to the companies who boast a health conscious marketing plan, or to choose the brand that has the most natural, beautiful, green pasture on their box. Approach the most available food with the most caution. We won’t go as far as to scream “population control” today, but at minimum, the companies we are allowing the responsibility of providing us with our sustenance are not concerned with our health and are not here for any other mutual benefit than to have you willingly purchase their goods. My belly is full from McDonald’s and they obeyed the regulatory minimum amount of sawdust allowed in my burger. My can of CocaCola is exhilarating my taste buds and they have kept the amount of sugar within that can just short of an immediately lethal amount. I want my bread to last two weeks before expiring so they have loaded my current loaf with azodicarbonamide and miraculously fulfilled my wish. Win/Win, right?
-This was NevR supposed to happen.
We spent a large amount of our relationship holding back.
Denying our connection,
In reserved embrace.
The truth is I fell in love with you instantly.
Before having the tangible truths to explain myself to anyone.
Love and relentless passion lay behind my calm surface.
We moved forward in a way regardless of our indescribable connection.
We questioned together.
Shared every thought. Analyzed.
And discovered nothing but reaffirmation of our feelings.
Each word you contributed to our conversations made me honour you more and more.
Our time together until now has given me real words to describe our connection.
And so, when I promise to you, vow to you, it is coming not only from passion and unconditional love but from a place of unwavering confidence.
Leah, I will honour and cherish you unconditionally. In sickness and in health. Through struggle and rejoice.
I already do.
I have for you an endless supply of love, friendship and forgiveness. Until we are called back.
In God’s knowledge.
And before the eyes of the world.
I am yours.
My Dearest Stephan,
To me, marriage means that I am choosing to construct a family with God and you. Thank You Father God for doing me the honour of designing Stephan specifically for me and for bringing us together. Thank you Stephan for the honour of choosing me to be your helpmate in this life. By the grace of God I promise to be the best wife and mother that I can be for the glory of God and for the benefit of our family. Stephan, I pledge my entire being to blessing and supporting you in this life. I pledge my heart and mind to your mental, spiritual, and emotional growth, as well as my gifts to making your day to day existence all the more fulfilling and enjoyable.
I fell in love with you during our first text message conversation and with every conversation after that. It is as though my entire life was one big preparation for you. To this day I visit every nook and cranny of your psyche and realize I have been there before. I found my home in the Godly fibers that line your intellect, and it is my desire to spend my life nurturing them so that you may constantly be an ever brightening reflection of God’s image.
You are the best confidant, mirror and friend I could ever hope to wish for. Thank you for always putting me first. Thank you for lovingly showing me truths about myself in such a way that I love you even more. To every extent you are my reflection. To this day I am awestruck at your existence. I will forever stand convicted that you were designed for me. There are not enough words to express the honour I have of being your wife.