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So today, I've been asked to go over Psalm 13. Apparently it's kind of a dark passage, which is fine with me. Psalm 13. To the chief musician, a psalm of David. How long wilt thou forget me? O Lord, forever? How long wilt thou hide thy face from me? So how long wilt thou forget me, O Lord? someone's in doubt. Strong, strong, strong doubt. Doubt in what? not that, that the Lord doesn't exist. It's not saying that. not the doubt. The doubt is, is that this person can be forgotten. The doubt is in himself thinking the Lord doesn't have the capacity or refuses to activate the capacity to remember a chief musician. So I'm assuming that's stated. How long will thou hide thy face from me? How long shall I take counsel in my soul? Having sorrowed my heart daily? How long shall my enemy be exalted over me? If we had everything perfectly our way, if everything, if the world just, if the universe just revolved around us, our soul would be justified. And everyone would be enamoured with your soul. If, if we gave in to ego, if we gave it to Igor, our soul would be the most entertaining thing on the planet. And therefore, your soul will be satisfied by your fandom. Heat musician, oh, Lord, forever, how long to hide thy face from me? How long shall I take counsel on my soul, having sorrow in my heart daily? So he's yearning. This is what's occurring, urine, to urine. There's a schism between what you know is true and what you want to be true. These are the... Your yearnings eventually have to come to a close and know that I know that your soul makes you unique. Your soul makes you unique, but it's immoral. It's not moral. Soul alone is not moral. Love alone is not moral. The sorrow of my heart, the musician, has to exercise the yearning, has to exercise the yearning. And then how long shall my enemy be exalted? Who's your enemy? For a musician. You're critics, you're critics. Critics are a musician's enemy, and they hold over you because your yearnings are criticized and judged by hypocrites. Because I know what a hit immutable flies, do you? Do you want to know? Well, there's no going back. There is no going back. You understand? You have to be hyper smart. Hyper, hyper smart. To a ride to their own conclusion by yourself, first me just telling you, okay? And then he goes, have to trust and accept that that's the truth. Okay? Um, that's what psychosis gave me. It's, like, Bobby for apples and piss. Satan's piss. I could not get air until I acknowledge his wisdom. And I have to exercise that through yearning in a way that doesn't get me arrested. That is the tragedy of an artist. Consider, and hear me, O Lord, my God, light my eyes, lest I sleep the sleep of death. Suicide. Sorry, artists, they remain suicides, but I think he's romancing suicide here. Less my enemies say, I have prevailed against him. And those that trouble me rejoice when I am moved. I have prevailed against him. Who's him? Your critics? Do your critics believe in the same thing you believe? Why would the critics be happy with your programs? Because you're conquering your faith to amuse them. So him, that's my enemies saying, I have prevailed against God. Lord, Jesus, and those that trouble me rejoice when I am moved, because I've succumbed to heresy. I rejected God, in the eyes of my critics, the critics now love you. You took the critics' criticism, seriously, enough to change your own belief system. Now you're a critic, now we judge all as critics. We judge the others, and we are moved. We are moved. that artists become critics. For artists that don't make it, they become critics. Artists can be two things, amuse or a critic? I'm a muse. You understand? I'm amused. But I am trusted in the mercy, my heart shall rejoice in my salvation, but I have trusted in thy mercy, my heart shall rejoice in thy salvation. So that's, that's the period to the yearning. And then, then the, the flow, The flow of truth says, But I am trusted in thy mercy because we're fallible. Right? This is how we are interesting. Okay? I think fallible people are interesting. I don't know if perfect people, 'cause how can a human be perfect? How can a human be perfect? You would doubt that, uh, they have no flaw. It's the lack of flaws, what makes them interesting. But those are shysters, they're crooks, cultists. So here, but entrusted in thy mercy, my heart shall rejoice in thy salvation. I will sing unto the Lord, because he hath dealt bountifully with me. So Jesus is my news. Okay? So that's the. This speaks to me. Psalm 13. Jesus is my muse.
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Hey. Welcome to uh... Uh, Chronic Christian. So I, it's been requested that I look at Psalm 63, verse one. Uh... another, the right thing? Oh God, thou art my God. Early will I seek thee. My soul thirsteth for thee, my flesh longeth for thee in a dry, thirsty love. Where no water is. So this, I think, this helps to confirm our suspicion about the role of the soul. The rule of the soul was to be, like, a coat hanger for flesh body. So the body just hangs on the soul. Like a, like a coding. Um, I saw thirst for thee, my flesh, longeth for thee in a dry, thirsty land, where, where no water is. So. This person is fighting their faith. The fighting. O God, thou art my God. I think this is. He was in the woman's Judah. Yeah, in the wilderness of Judah. Because they were thinking, you know, forest could be scary. The wilderness, the wilderness. So I don't know, all these guys were back then, and they were like, okay, that type of environment, but it sounds like, or maybe it went for solitude, to... Uh, say this, oh God, thou art my God, really, will I see thee? Early will I seek thee. My souls thirsted for thee, my flesh longeth for thee, in a dry and thirsty land, or no water is, my soul, so early will I seek thee, early will I seek thee. So I hope that doesn't mean, like, um, like, I will seek early, I will seek thee. There's nothing to do with life lifespan, I don't think. Because early can mean life suicide, which is not what this is. Early will I see thee, I think, could be interpreted that, misinterpreted that way, early will I see thee. My soul thirsteth, thirst, for thee, my soul thirst, for God. For flesh, or flesh, ways are sold down. When we uh, when we idolize the flesh, Um, it weighs down our souls. So imagine like a wire coat hangar, when it's like, when there's more weight and more weight, it's bending on the outside, you tell bows, and then the shirt slides off. So, when your body, your flesh becomes a burden, Let it slip off. Don't fight. Don't necessarily fight. Don't hold onto your flesh, 'cause it's gonna rot out of your hands. Your soul's gonna, your flesh is gonna rot out of your soul's hands. Okay, so, really flesh binds us to this plane. Without our body, our soul would be. Our soul. Our soul would maintain... our soul would be... maintained... to express, to express God. I don't remember what I said there, but hopefully it made sense. Um... See, in a dry and thirsty lands, 'cause you gotta feed this, this body. If you're attached to your flesh, you want your body to live forever. Right? Because, um... This is not the meat that cats our bones. That's not what makes us less. It makes us a meat puppet. That's all that we can look at it as. I mean, right? Am I not am I animated by my flesh or my soul? Think about that. Am I animated by my flesh or my soul? In a thirsty land where no water is. So do you drill from, do you drill a well, or do you pray? In a, in a, in a thirsty land where there's no water, do you drill? And you can, the contrary to faith, and use other means to, um, nourish your flesh, because you're not ready, elliptical, you love your flesh. Oh, you love your flesh. Or the vainest people love their flesh. It's a tool of manipulation, their flesh. So to maintain that, they will drill wells in a land, no water. They're not seeking God. We're seeking we're seeking the centre of the earth. Sam, that's my take. |
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