Men of Folly

Men of Folly

Why do men say I pray for you – Keep in touch – Go in God – When in their hearts they distance themselves away from me While looking in my face Thinking they hide with insincere rhetoric on the fringes of guilt I discern in their voice and even in their written words Emotionally immature standing in giant shoes of spirituality They only wrong themselves again and again For when they do such things They do it unto Christ the King I’ll not be blind Nor will I co-sign such sad fate Of prisoners held by chains of fear Such deeds will not offend me for I am free From my own insecurities God forbid that I should be bound by the bound Only to be held down from arising to ceaseless joy Found in fulfilling the will that heaven has ordained for my life I am filled with only prayers that such men would see It is not them or me but the enemy Who would keep us from a fellowship of faith That enables us to graduate to a newness of wonder Beyond the comfort zones of religion Created by systemic algorithms rooted in self-righteousness An abyss of demonic enchantments That rob us of glorious adventure Given by God to each of us for His purpose Purpose that demands each of us to shift to greatness To face our insecurities To reject that thief whose wiles Has taken captive the masses of mankind The devil be rebuked in Jesus Name! Oh God set us men free from from the false narrative Of the pride that whispers...
Enough

Enough

Body hunched Bones groan People walk stiffly not swiftly Yet they’re not old Devour the lie we’ve all been sold Face illuminated day and night By manmade light. Somewhere in between sleepy and awake This reality we trying to shake How sick will we become? And just how gruff? Who will call our bluff?   Yearn to venture outta the 5G bubble That’s trapping us into a world o’ trouble Before we drop that tiny thing That piece of metal got us In a sling How sick will we become? And just how gruff? It’s gotten kinda ruff.   Find the bridge… Walk right into the forest Learning to live like those before us Leaning up into the sun Real healing has begun Air is clean and communities, warm Here, even bees still swarm. Fruit trees full blooming and bodies not troubled Now our understanding’s doubled.   Until then, Just how sick will we become, And how gruff? Before we say, Enough.”   Angela lives in the beautiful state of California where she is a Massage Therapist. She journals and also choreographs dance. She accepted Christ over a decade ago and continues her pursuit after the heart of God through the performing arts of poetry, dance and health. Share this:FacebookLinkedInTwitterTumblrLike this:Like...
A Position of Faith for 2018

A Position of Faith for 2018

Faith cannot be developed in a fishbowl. It requires stepping out into the unknown – releasing the familiar in order to embrace the miracle that faith alone can give birth to. It is putting everything on the altar of the common to experience the uncommon kindness of God.  Faith is putting the needs of others before yours, knowing that when you do, you serve God and He will never be in-debt to anyone. He will restore you 30, 60, and 100 fold – according to your faith. The above paragraph expresses the very core of my being. It is why I decided to ride my bike throughout America. I’m in search of the miracle that only faith alone can give birth to. I just wasn’t satisfied doing the predictable, which is to stay in the arena of what I know and fail to have a revelation of what God knows. I put many things on hold – even in the midst of struggling with personal debt, the emotional processes of being healed from scars on my heart from past experiences from others but moreso from myself.  I just flat out refused to be forced into the systemic default response to these issues. We all have them. The just show up in different ways. They stare at us and dare us to step out of their grip by faith! It’s as if they have rights on my mind, on my heart, and on my will. They use phrases like, “you have to pay your bills,” “you have to have a place to live,” “you have to eat,” you have to...
El Paso, TX

El Paso, TX

I arrived in El Paso, TX Friday and will be here through Christmas. I will be leaving on December 26, headed to Dallas, TX. Maps Marker Pro is disabled because its trial version expired. El Paso, TX loading map - please wait...Map could not be loaded - please enable Javascript!→ more information Deacon Jackson is hosting me in his home through Christmas. He is pictured in the middle along with Bishop Lawson on the Right.Duster Drive Texas, United States of America (Directions) El Paso, TX 31.932200, -106.431000 Deacon Jackson is hosting me in his home through Christmas. He is pictured in the middle along with Bishop Lawson on the Right.Duster Drive Texas, United States of America (Directions) Want to share spots & tracks on your own WordPress site?Maps Marker Pro will help you out! Share this:FacebookLinkedInTwitterTumblrLike this:Like...
The Unknown Journey

The Unknown Journey

Everyday during my bike trek holds a new adventure. I am persuaded that until I allow God to take me to a place, a way of life or an unknown journey of some kind, I will never ever discover who He has made me to be. If you have a routine of predictability and a life that is centered around a paradigm that is all about being comfortable and having your nice life in tact, you are missing your unknown journey and a discover of who you really are. Only God can show this to you and you have to let Him take you on the journey just for you. I pray this poem speaks to your heart.   As I release what is known to me As I reach by faith beyond what I see I begin an unknown journey To a destiney beyond the scripted lie told by mere mortals who die I’ll not capitulate my identity To satisfy society To fit in a group who groops my mind with old ideas scripted to arrest my individuality Less I miss the unknown journey tailored for me A unique, unscripted expression of experiences await my commitment Beacons my heart to step by faith in its direction To find a deepening fulfillment beyond temporal satisfaction The unknown journey to meet a known and yet unknown God He’s drawing me into a deeper knowing of Who He is… to me Only when I yield by faith towards this unknown journey I will begin today Share this:FacebookLinkedInTwitterTumblrLike this:Like...
Who Are Your Friends?  Really…

Who Are Your Friends? Really…

Nine days into my “Shift to Greatness Bike Trek,” I’m discovering something about myself that has confirmed what I knew deep inside to be true.  The fact that I, like most, roam around people who share common ideas, beliefs and political views, and that I knew “where” most of my friends would be found. I even knew “what” they might believe and especially “who” they would more than likely vote for. Despite all this, I still believed there were so many more people who had richness of experiences to offer me – if I would be willing to part from my own comfort zone based on a faulty narrative that was actually rooted in my own self-righteousness. The truth is, I don’t think we ever outgrow the deep desire of wanting friends and wanting to believe the friends we have are – friends. Because we live in such polarized times, friendship has become more complicated than ever. We’ve allowed the “god” of politics or religion to override the volition of choice that gives us the freedom of will to connect with people, to have conversation, to enjoy discourse and even to disagree with civility and respect. I’m afraid those days are gone and they won’t ever be coming back as a societal reality.  It will take a radical departure – on a personal level – from the deep dark divide that is taking a hard grip on the hearts of Americans. However, not all of the divide is necessarily “dark.” I’m concerned that an “angel of light” has even deceived many into thinking that their ideology, political smarts and...
With Pastor Mabry in Phoenix, AZ

With Pastor Mabry in Phoenix, AZ

I visited with Pastor Michael Maybry and his wife Tracy while in Phoenix, AZ. They hosted me in their beautiful home for several days and I ministered at their church on Sunday and in their home on Wednesday night. I treated them to some of my special fried chicken as well. Of course it was simply delish! Maps Marker Pro is disabled because its trial version expired. FirstBorn Unity Church loading map - please wait...Map could not be loaded - please enable Javascript!→ more information   1650 East Southern Avenue Arizona, United States of America (Directions) FirstBorn Unity Church 32.865746, -111.434326   1650 East Southern Avenue Arizona, United States of America (Directions) Want to share spots & tracks on your own WordPress site?Maps Marker Pro will help you out! Share this:FacebookLinkedInTwitterTumblrLike this:Like...

Get two books for just one gift

  For your gift of just $25 to support my bike trek, I want to give you a copy of my book, Poems for America!  But wait, I’m going to include an extra one for a friend! This special offer expires on Thanksgiving Day, so give right away! Watch the video and thank you! http://shifttogreatness.org/wp-content/uploads/2017/11/Support-the-bike-trek.mp4   SUPPORT HERE You’ll receive two books for just a minimum gift of $25! Thank You, William Owens Share this:FacebookLinkedInTwitterTumblrLike this:Like...
The Silence Is Speaking

The Silence Is Speaking

When the white noise is gone, you can hear. I mean – you can really hear. Many times what you hear is nothing but complete silence and it can be pretty challenging. However, the silence is speaking and if you really want to know the truth about yourself – and the truth means no harm – there is no other way to get it but through quieting the noise in your life. The truth only wants to set you free. From the day I started riding my bike from Las Vegas to Washington, DC, I have not listened to my favorite music channels on Pandora or any station. As I pump my legs covering on average 30 miles per day, I’m listening to the wind and waiting for God’s still small voice to speak to me. While in Lake Havasu City, AZ in my tent preparing to leave this morning, I did listen to a little music. I immediately missed the silence. I have not watched the news or read any “Breaking News” editorials at length until tonight by watching Tucker Carson for about 30 minutes. In fact, I unsubscribed from practically all my “YouTube” Channels that provided daily updates on all that is going on. As soon as I see or read something about what’s happening, it interferes with what I’ve been hearing lately – silence.   The noise creates  a void That paralyzes my knowing     The noise knows nothing of me Is never speaking to me Is only using my soul, my spirit, my mind To transmit its message to others around me I remain...
Why am I doing this?

Why am I doing this?

I’m well within second day of the Shift to Greatness Bike Trek. The question people are asking me now is ‘Why are you doing this?’ It’s a good question. In fact, I’ve been asking God the same question. My first self cook meal. Tried to make it to searchlight NV. Too far and I need food. You do what’s necessary to Shift to Greatness. Headed to DC on my bike!  This morning without thinking I said to myself ‘I don’t want to live, I want to die.’ I know how that sounds, but what I meant was that I don’t want to live to me, I want to die to Christ so that I can really live. I guess I really understood what the Apostle Paul was getting at in Philippians when he said ‘For to me, to live is Christ, and to die is gain.’ After scratching up my chin in the dark last night falling off my bike (thank God it was on soft sand), breaking my kickstand, and with the stars looking down upon me the thought ‘What am I doing?’ crossed my mind. I’ll admit I kind of heard God chuckling behind the veil of darkness. However, I’m assured of His pleasure in my faith. Ask yourself a question, ‘What is your passion?’ So what. You have a ticket to heaven. That’s awesome!. The important question is what will you have when you get there? Don’t forget that our works will be tried in the fire. Maybe your passion is not to ride your bike from Vegas to DC or to write poetry, but you...
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