One of the best ways to know the Exodus was real
Is that it was almost unilaterally resisted
By the people. Any man writing fiction
Who wished to indoctrinate and make servile
His audience, wouldn't have included a critical story
About how people would wander for forty years 
In a desert, and at every turn resist the leader God appointed to them.
They'd rather, be like Muhammad writing his book, 
And make everything glorious victories.
Rather, you get a sense of the reality, that anyone lost
In a wilderness for forty years would be bound to frustration and doubt.
And at the last, seeing Moses held his position through it all,
Is the greatest miracle, that only God could stop those people from deposing him.

By name America lives
Only by name.
Spies enter into the homes of innocent men,
And take their books,
And change them.
They make Edna St. Vincent the author of "First Fig".
Several months earlier, it was another author's name.
I had read the poem...

Is it the same for you?
Are these tools of ignorance
A weapon used against me only
Or is it the altering of the very fabric of history?
Is it a lie of narratives
Which some day, my American Myth really will be a myth
That nobody believes like Jesus
Or the Global flood?

President Bush, do you condone this behavior?
You say, "That's not real?"
Then why do they feed me with it?
A host of actors playing a role
And none of us know whether it's real or not.

Or, is it only me?
Am I the one being fed?
I try to write America's Magnum Opus,
The complete history,
But am unable.
I do not trust my sources
As your spies have entered into my home
And stole my books,
And committed plagiarism by publishing
False titles under Fall River's Press.

Or, is Edna St. Vincent the actual author of First Fig?
The Red Wheelbarrow used to be in my book,
Now it's replaced by "Queen Ann's Lace."
Did William Carlos Williams write this poem?
I don't know.
And for that, America, I write your elegy.
Your freedom is gone,
For this one man's freedom is gone.
The freedom to have truth,
And share a common story.
For, I know not the truth,
Only that I have been severely scorned.

America, goodbye.
You were a shining beacon on a hill.
Now you're no better than China.

Here is what I tell Atheists:

Good is a force which is inherent
And immutable and not conditioned to a man's personal beliefs.
Evil, as well, is inherent, and not conditioned to a man's personal beliefs.
Life is vain, and isn't where the focus should be.
I am a life, breathed into by God, 
And when that life is gone, I go.
I have choice, but God already knows the intimate details of my choices,
And has awarded me grace based on that omniscience.
I believe in God because of science.
I believe the Old Testament was God telling man to save himself,
And now that man failed, God has promised to save us;
This means we ignore the Old Testament's laws completely.
I believe love is an inherent spiritual force, along with joy and peace,
Which flows from divine Paraclete, and is the best evidence for God's existence.
I think life's meaning is to fully devote oneself to understanding Love, 
So, therefore, learn to love God and their Neighbor.

I cannot accept the atheist point of view.

What every atheist I'd ever talked to said:

"I understand good,
"Though I don't actually believe good exists.
"To me, good is just what benefits people.
"And evil is just what harms people.
"Life is meaningless,
"All I am, is a chemical reaction of firing neurons,
"Which produce all my decisions and beliefs
"And also the environmental conditioning which made me.
"I do not believe in God,
"Because science disproves God's existence.
"I believe the Bible is immoral because it condones Genocide and Slavery.
"I believe love is different for every person,
"And is just a euphoria created by our endocrine system.
"Life's meaning is whatever we make it."

Does this sum up your position, Atheists?

Judit beat Magnus. Way to Go!

What I hate most,
As I was praying to God the other night,
And I will share it with my readers,
Is how jadedness sucks joy from a soul.

Joy to me is a deep emotion,
As those who truly have it are rare,
And therefore precious.
But, it is the world's depth
That I understand so well,
And wish it hadn't of taught it to me.

When ingratiated with a thing---
As a matter of taste, the first hit
Of the melody, whatever that song is,
Will be your preferred sound;
Or the flavor combination,
Or the first face which awakens love,
Or the specific painter in a style.

Ingratiating oneself with art,
The critic doesn't realize the audience
Hasn't the same cultured taste.
Thus, taking what is generally good,
And can be new for one person,
He rips it apart.

I found myself about to partake in that snobbery today,
Listening to a techno song with all my favorite sounds---
Note they were my favorite sounds---
And my first reaction, within my gut, 
Was to laugh at it, or criticize it,
Not realizing had I listened to that song
As a young man, I would have been satisfied for hours.

A critic is alienated from the wonder of his inner child.
Let the wise never become one.

He says, "It would have been more 
"Important that God provide
"A detailed equation for the universe."

God has gifted me with an imagination. And one of the reasons a man does work, is to eat. My work is to compile wisdom, and put it together to help people gain faith. It is freely available, but we all need to make money. And as Paul said, "Do not muzzle the ox while it is threshing."

The fact is, I need to eat. I need shelter. I need water. I need sustenance, too. I cannot live on hopes and prayers alone. And this work I've spent sixteen years making, in order to produce a comprehensive body of work providing evidence that Jesus is the LORD. The most concrete proof is all freely available here.

If I do make A LOT of money, most of it will go to charity. But, as any sensible person understands, you need resources to live, and God has not called me to apostleship, therefore, homelessness. He's called me to be a prophet of the Most High, and warn people of the impending disaster, and hopefully turn away God's wrath like Isaiah and Jonah.

I will make a living off of this, or the world will squash me like a bug, and therefore, never know the truth as I have. And in that, there will be sorrows in abundance, save for the world which will rejoice while good people have sorrows.

This is my work---just like you go to the office, or the construction yard every day. And, a person's work needs to be compensated. I do plan on being charitable, but only a fool would put themselves in the poor house by devoting all of their hard work. As, that will only lead to poverty, and as my mother says, if I can't help myself, I won't be able to help anybody else.