Freedom of Speech

Video games ought to be made.

The rating system out to be appropriate.

I love Mario and Donkey Kong.

They are like Twilight Zone and Happy Days.

 

When I criticize the effect of art on a culture

I say it mostly prescriptively for the audience to choose.

In that is their right to choose,

But we must be taught to choose right.

 

Otherwise, anything should be published.

But it ought to be clearly rated.

 

I say this,

Having seen the effect on culture

To ban all products that could cause trauma.

We, as parents—and as responsible adults—

Ought to censor ourselves.

 

Do not assent my political opinion

To want to ban video games or books

Or television shows.

Rather, we ought to simply

Raise a huge fuss about it

Like I’m prone to doing.

The Crippled Sinner

 1After this there was a feast of the Jews; and Jesus went up to Jerusalem.

Now there is at Jerusalem by the sheep market a pool, which is called in the Hebrew tongue Bethesda, having five porches.

In these lay a great multitude of impotent folk, of blind, halt, withered, waiting for the moving of the water.

 

I’m going to start my commentary here. “Blessed art the Meek. For they shall inherit the earth.” These are all the meek. Those who cannot take care of themselves.

 

For an angel went down at a certain season into the pool, and troubled the water: whosoever then first after the troubling of the water stepped in was made whole of whatsoever disease he had.

This is an important verse. It shows the Old Covenant. How a man had to heal themselves in order to be saved. They had to atone by sacrificing animals.

 

And a certain man was there, which had an infirmity thirty and eight years.

The man in this story suffered thirty-eight years.

 

When Jesus saw him lie, and knew that he had been now a long time in that case, he saith unto him, Wilt thou be made whole?

Here is a conversation. I heard a foul teaching yesterday that suggested the man was in some way to blame for this. We have this habit of being treacherous toward the meek in our society. I think the most blame is placed on the fact that we cannot understand the context of the dialogue. Mostly because verse 4 was removed, we cannot know that the waters actually did heal. The Old Covenant actually did heal, but because of the throngs, and the crippling nature of our sins and the flesh, it was not sufficient.

 

The impotent man answered him, Sir, I have no man, when the water is troubled, to put me into the pool: but while I am coming, another steppeth down before me.

He cannot enter into the pool. This is why Jesus asked, “You are willing to be healed?” The man answered, “Sir, I have no man, when the water is troubled, to put me into the pool: but while I am coming, another steps down before me.” The point is that there is a conversation happening between Jesus and the man. Jesus is asking the man “You are willing to be healed?” knowing the man wants to be healed, but the throngs are preventing him. The point being that Jesus recognizes it is a competition, and those first to the pool are the ones being healed. It is no longer about faith, but rather about striving among one another. Jesus, at this point, is saying, “You are willing to be healed?” Probably shocked that the man, wanting to be healed, is not healed.

 

Jesus saith unto him, Rise, take up thy bed, and walk.

At this, Jesus heals the infirmity. Just like grace will heal our infirmity, which is called sin.

 

And immediately the man was made whole, and took up his bed, and walked: and on the same day was the sabbath.

Here, the Pharisees believe Jesus broke the Sabbath laws, and therefore could not be the Messiah. They had thought He sinned.

 

10 The Jews therefore said unto him that was cured, It is the sabbath day: it is not lawful for thee to carry thy bed.

The observation of the Jewish law here testifies to the absurd boundaries placed on individuals in Jewish society. Much like the man could not enter into the pool by reason of competition, the whole country was in a mad dash to be saved by observing laws that benefited nobody by themselves. In that, they could not even carry a mat that they lied down on. This was why the Pharisees needed challenged.

 

11 He answered them, He that made me whole, the same said unto me, Take up thy bed, and walk.

He doesn’t know who healed him at this point. Much like the Gentile believers, who when encountered with the Spirit of God, are healed, but do not know the name of the God who saved them. “I was sought by a people who did not seek me, and was found of them; of them who knew me not, and I was found.”

 

12 Then asked they him, What man is that which said unto thee, Take up thy bed, and walk?

13 And he that was healed wist not who it was: for Jesus had conveyed himself away, a multitude being in that place.

The man did not know who had healed him.

 

14 Afterward Jesus findeth him in the temple, and said unto him, Behold, thou art made whole: sin no more, lest a worse thing come unto thee.

This is the same thing he told the prostitute. And it’s the same thing he tells anyone who has sinned. We are not to sin after a salvation experience. We can’t sin. Stronger than “Ought” or “Must not”, it literally means “Cannot” because the consequence is everlasting torment in hell if we backslide into our sin.

 

15 The man departed, and told the Jews that it was Jesus, which had made him whole.

16 And therefore did the Jews persecute Jesus, and sought to slay him, because he had done these things on the sabbath day.

I find it concerning that this is interpreted as a betrayal against Jesus. The reason why is the negative connotation on the word “Jews”. Had not the Samaritan woman done the same? This imbibes an antisemitic vein in the culture, that the word “Jew” takes such a negative connotation. All of Judea were Jews. I am furious with the pastors who put forth the idea that this poor man was sinning. If so, we all are sinners until we are made able to walk by grace.

Pharaoh’s Vine

O! You whose dreams I possess

A foreshadow of the great uprising of wickedness;—

Who are you? I do not know.

Yet, the wickedness of your brow doth show.

Every day, your heart I am woken to by a fright.

Entering into maids; how dark is your light.

 

I say this to you, my beloved:

I see you enter into the war

I see the body mound which made your heart sure

Of the battle with the great wicked things.

How you are making a future where nothing’s pleasant but for kings.

 

I had told my adversary this:

I have to have both our burdened dreams

Mine when I am sleeping

Belongs to one of the kings.

Yours, yours, it belongs to me.

 

I saw Pharaoh spreading his vine

In the warships of Babylon.

And I… I… I helped him.

O! Let it not be so, so!

Yet… if I am guilty,

Let me never, ever grow old.

The Trespasser

A river in your soul flows through

You, o Man of God.

 

Do not judge the little ones in the faith.

Take the hint, and over it

Let the channel in your heart

Flow toward God.

Let not my rebuke fall on deaf ears…

For the rumor you heard was false.

I had not prevented any from walking in.

I had… as it were.. advised them not to walk in.

Then, I had said to them,

When I saw them about to walk in,

“If the preacher repented, tell me

“And I shall sit among them.”

Those you saw were witches

The very ones who hate my soul.

 

I am sorry for yelling.

It is why I walked away.

I could not hold my tongue

O mighty river.

 

Let your flowing loch

Pour out into an ocean of fruit.

Let not your name be of the mighty rivers of Tyre

But let your name be Harper Church.

 

I love you.

And thank you for your blessing…

Now I give you a blessing:

Your name is Harper Church.

No longer is it “Trespasser”

For if you repent

I shall repent

O my love,

My faithful one

Who has fed the multitudes with good bread.

 

“Do not forsake me!

And I will not forsake you,”

Says my LORD.

Yet, remember your first love

O Ephesus, that way your lamp-stand is not removed!

 

Test my words.

If there be any lacking,

Then rebuke me.

I shall listen…

For you should have said,

“Bring with you another witness,”

And then I would have been silent.

How Hell Comforts Me

After having sinned…

A sin between God and I…

I laid on my bed last night.

 

I considered that I

I am happy hell exists.

It comforts me

Because if I had sinned

Worthy of damnation

Hell comforts me

Because I would know it is just.

I had stopped my sin

Knowing it was stupid.

It is a private sin

But if the whole world would know

The world would all go to hell who knew it;

All who claimed I am unworthy of Christ.

 

For, the stupid sins I commit

I plainly know are wrong.

But such things as Murder,

Rape, Adultery, Homosexuality,

Trusting on my hands to save me,

Those same hands that sinned last night,

These a man goes to hell for.

Christ saved us from our sin,

However. Paul from murder.

Moses from Murder.

David from Rape and Murder

Me from Adultery.

But, no murderer has eternal life.

No sinner, who continues in their sin;

Even one who backslides into it;

Has eternal life.

Paul was saved from murder.

Had he murdered again,

He would not be saved.

Had I fornicated again,

I would not be saved.

I would have backsliden into my sin.

 

I had thought long and hard on that verse.

Of a magnitude,

Hell comforts me.

Having been there, I understand it.

It is horrendous.

Horrendous enough to ruin an entire two days

Even being there.

But… I have first hand knowledge

That God’s hell is good;

It is a prison for the treacherous.

Because if I had committed,

Or backsliden into my sin,

Even with the willful mistake

I made last night—

A sin between God and myself

Which no man can judge—

Then I deserve hell.

I would gladly accept hell

If I had sinned.

Because God’s wrath is part of His character.

And my sin last night—

If all men would know it—

Is between God and I.

But, having hope in Christ Jesus

I will never do it again.

And grace showed that the thing I feared most

Was not really worth fearing at all.

It is all just dreams.

And if for dreams

The world would condemn me,

My LORD has hope in His bosom.

The Writing on the Wall

The writing was on the wall.

I had not forsaken the world

Therefore my name would be an everlasting reproach.

The wars of my childhood convicted me

As the gun I had fought wars with was pieced together

Before my very friends.

I awoke to hear a woman sighing in pleasure.

I had thought I had grieved my God…

But it was the sighing of a woman in pleasure.

Written on the wall was “Megiddo.”

Megiddo is a punishment for sinners.

I awoke from the dream

And cried out to my God,

“Do not make my name an everlasting reproach!”

He listened.

 

I had dreamt that I was a contemptible man.

That I had murdered.

That I had destroyed

I had committed adultery with every fair woman in the land.

Those who go out to war,

They shall be killed by the sword.

Those who tarry for their brother’s wife

They shall be put to death.

 

There was an overwhelming flood.

My dad and I were swimming

And the floods were up to our necks.

Great was the flood.

Beneath was my brother whose name I spoke aloud,

Who had drowned.

I had grieved because he had drowned.

My dad had said, “He hadn’t drowned.”

But, yea, he was drowned.

We both, however, my dad and I, were swimming strong

And survived the flood.

 

I sat at a church.

There was a band.

Those I knew who were listening, at my right side

Fled my side for another

Who tried to murder me,

But I had ministered the Gospel to him

And made great peace with him.

They fled to him

But the singer sung, “You should have let it go.”

She spoke of the world.

I had asked a prophet,

And he said, “Are you sure they didn’t leave

“To see the band better?”

“No,” I replied, “They left me

“To sit with that other man.”

I saw that same prophet in the Spirit

When he was but a lad,

And he said, “God will touch you.”

I trembled, knowing either good or evil awaited me.

 

Let God be my judge.

Not I, not the world

Not my brethren.

All I know is this:

“Jesus is the LORD,”

And with that,

I have failed many times before.

I have sinned many times before.

I have hated and called my brother “Raca”.

I will not call him “Raca” again.

I, rather, will say all this guilt belongs to me.

Though, I am not sure whether it does

Because I have no wont of it.

And if the guilt does belong to me

Lay it upon Christ, and not I.

Not I! Let me never have done

The things I have dreamt about.

All Cults are Founded on

All cults are founded on

Man trying to make perfect

What is man’s.

To make men omnipotent.

There is never mystery.

It, rather than know the power of God,

Will strike to the core what God has accomplished

With our brokenness,

And point to it as the proof that the cult is all knowing

And in need of salvation by it

Through it alone.

 

It deems itself more powerful than God

That all of men’s engines God could not possibly use.

It does not understand what grace is.

Dunning Kruger

Blade in his finger

He slashes all fools.—

The fool who did some miraculous thing

Like hit a golf ball

Which ricocheted thrice, into the hole, with a wild pull.

Can it be said that the fool was good at golf?

Rather, he did something once in a million’s lot.

 

Yea, meat comes in due season.

Does it not?

Is not all skill provided for by God?

The more we practice

The more we grow;

The more we’ve seen

The more we know.

I’ve seen a 120 Million Dollar Man

Strike twice with his lob.

 

However,

I’ve seen Grandmasters beaten

Four games to seven.

I know Dunning Kruger

Are full of bad leaven.

For I’ve seen the greats

Beaten by the not so much.

I’ve seen novices which crush

The greatest with a smooth touch.

When a man strikes an endzone

With a perfect throw,

Consider, it is God who in good season

Will give him the goal.

 

 

 

The Foot of Zion

At the mountain’s edge

I looked up in wonder at the mist.

How men will climb it to the top

And topple down the others.

 

Men will strive to reach its peak,

When all they need is to set their

Foot upon the precipice.

 

This is why God performs our vows.

He does not want us to climb

To the very top

And knock our brothers down.

 

Our foot upon the holy hill of

Zion

Is enough.

 

Let our thank offering be tents for the needy.

Let our peace offering be to lend to the poor.

Let our wave offering which we wave before the alter always clothe the naked.

Let our drink offering be poured out as a sweet savor to the foreigner.

Let our tithe unyoke the bonds of the captive.

Let our sacrifice be kind words.

 

Let our religion not be to camp in the wilderness

For the sake of selfish gain.

Let our religion be to visit the widow and orphan

In their time of distress—

Lest we scale the mountain

And knock down the lame and crippled

On our ascent.