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Leave me, or at least keep your distance. I have to go about business which shall not be tainted by you. You offer cocktails of doubt, greed and lust, enticing me to forego prayer and words of scripture. Leave me, burn with the rest of your kind. Be like the weeds in the fire, the chaff on the wind. You offer what I don't really need. You mask your gifts with false ideals, doubt appears to be understanding, greed, monetary need, lust, love. Leave me, take your kingdoms, palaces and stones back into the darkness. For His word guides me showing me exactly what you are. copyright 2017 - Donald P James Jr https://www.amazon.com/stores/Donald-P.-James-Jr./author

Christ in the Wilderness - Ivan Kramskoy He went into the desert, led by the Spirit, quietly and alone.  Into the wilderness, the domain of stones and sand, where water is scarce and food is dust.  He would thirst and hunger... And prayer would be on His tongue. He held no roll of papyrus covered with symbols forming the words of His father.  Every thought of the Almighty was engraved on His heart, for His father's thoughts were His thoughts. Listen to His meditation and prayer.  It is all around us, when we allow ourselves to step into the solitude found in the wilderness.  We breathe the air, feel the sun bake our flesh, gaze into an unblemished sky.  In the solitude of the wilderness we feel the touch of God. He conversed with His father and found strength in the conversation. And temptation broke through, forcing its way into the sacred interlude.  Was the temptation doubt?  Was it fueled by hunger and thirst? "Turn these sto...