Calling Across Heaven and Earth

A voice of one calling: “In the wilderness prepare the way for the LORD; make straight in the desert a highway for our God. Every valley shall be raised, every mountain and hill made low; the rough ground shall become level, the rugged places a plain. And the glory of the LORD will be revealed, and all people will see it together. For the mouth of the LORD has spoken.” A voice says, “Cry out.” And I said, “What shall I cry?” “All people are like grass, and all their faithfulness is like the flowers of the field. The grass withers and the flowers fall, because the breath of the LORD blows on them. Surely the people are grass. The grass withers and the flowers fall, but the word of our God endures forever” (Isaiah 40:3-8).

I stand before the world stage, not on a pedestal, but atop a mountainous calling. I shout a treasured response to humankind.

When winds sweep across the globe, my voice echoes willfully, and every willing ear will hear my honesty calling. I shall declare myself a king of the Earth, as the Holy Spirit of the Lord resounds, love abounds.

I have lived in many valleys and gorges, and stretched across plains and plateaus, as if my human existence doesn’t speak for itself as an explorer. I belong here and there. As a wanderer, I have stood in backyards across America, praying for the health of loved ones and beyond. Like lightning strikes, I asked and received blessings for neighbors, strangers, and myself. I speak with confidence, not a message condescending to superiority or authority, but grounded in the principles of a knowledgeable speaker who wields empathy, a cause-worthy messenger.

My honest stories lay a foundation where mountains rise to touch the vast sky. God ensures that my closeness to truth grants me entry into the Kingdom of Heaven, and I delight in a devotion to reigning peacefully on Earth and in my afterlife.

I preach the Gospel with a gentle tone that rises from a slight holler, as the Holy Ghost screams out to a community just below the hillside where I once climbed to blessed heights. I stand beside Jesus Christ, having prepared my consciousness through thoughtful meditation, as He taught me to heal a broken psyche.

A fabled Ragnarök, a forged soul, worshipping only one God, inspiring hope, and the Father of all things present will fulfill His promise to me. I worship God and all His lessons, not for a religion of laws, but for the obedience that compels my soul to preach kindness.

I am the dust of returned soil, risen from the depths of my grave existence. Salvation is a redeemable sincerity yielded by the forgiveness I encounter once Jesus returns to stake His claim on my flawed history.

The forgiven, cleansed, washed with the blood of a sole Lordship, I feel expressed in the Word Scripted for my sake.

Hear my call, see the extent of my calling, and trust that both Heaven and Earth shall realize the purpose I challenge, inviting Christians to stand upon solid ground next to me. The church remains an inner sanctum; everywhere I speak, thunderously loud, I boldly proclaim the prophecy as my salvation.

I add my personal touch to sharing the Word of God.