You sound like me when I stood at the foot of Jesus, and He was preaching Paul. (Bear with me here, it was a dream). I ran around with my fingers in my ear, resisting Him, but He told me it was the sweetest part of the faith. And I also used to get mad at the Law, which Mary (Bear with me here, this is another dream) told me was necessary for defending the good.
Now, the Gospel is very nuanced, and very complex. You can’t have the Law without forgiveness. Or no one is saved. You also can’t have forgiveness, without the Law, or no one does what is right, and all men suffer.
But with regard to meats and holiday and festival, anything done in faith is good. If you don’t eat pork or rest on Saturday to the LORD’s glory, that’s your right to do as a Christian, and you do it for Christ. But, if you judge me, I have liberty in Christ to not worry about those things. To each man let him be fully convinced, but our hands are not to do violence, and our battle is within us, not in the world around us.
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The Butterflies and the Snake
The honeysuckle is dying, and so are the roses.
Upon the path, two blue moths do battle
For the right to mate with the female
In her rocky colors. Brilliant is their sheen
A bright opal mauve, and they spar
Valiantly--they are now fully evolved.
And such is the way of the world,
You know? Two men of equal valiance
Fight for the hand of the waiting female.
It makes love seem so wrong
And it makes you so sad...
Yet it is the way of nature
That the two brightly colored
Males fight in their aerial wars
To win the right to mate with their weaker sex.
And so, upon the path, the snake slithered
And I, like I did with the three butterflies,
Avoided stepping on him, yet the snake
I went around, not knowing if it were a copperhead.
For the moths are bright and gay
But the snake a danger...
Such it is, you never tread
On both the good or the evil
But walk in peace with all men.
The Wrightsville Burning
Columbia and Wrightsville burn
When the Union set fire the bridge.
Buckets come, Confederate sons
And a table is furnished for
Their troop. Such beauty is seen there
What wouldn't happen today. Good
Men, knowing war is famine of
Charity, they work together
To restore the town from ashes.
Right in my hometown the war came
Near, but both sides set aside their
Differences, to help keep the peace.
645,000
Men died in the war, to free slaves.
Thus, reparations were paid by
Our blood and peace. Let it now rest.
The Most Educated Man in the Bible
Solomon. He’s the most educated. A wiser man than Jesus or Daniel. At some point, wisdom becomes folly, but to be fully wise you have to know both sin and righteousness. Which some may say Christ became, when He took upon our sin in His flesh. So… again… it’s hard to say. But that’s why the Knowledge from the Tree was a sin, because man took on the moral agency that was reserved for those who are Judges. Of which, we’re actually forfeiting this world’s wisdom and judgment for Christ. So we’re becoming foolish in this world’s things, to attain the wisdom of Heaven.
Mother Bird
My nestling is weak
And will not leave his stick nest;
I must leave it here
To die, lest I freeze in the
Winter. 'tis also humane.
For it cannot make a life for itself
And will never breed. 'tis better for it
To die, than live a hard life, suffering.
The Faded Rose
Walking through the street
The roses are faded;
Their scent majestic
Distinct above all other scents.
It looks like an aged woman
Who just yesterday was most beautiful among the flowers
And now, wrinkled, alive only for a short time.
Faded, her scent is strong,
Still among the most beautiful
But the flower fades
And wrinkles.
On Moses and Jesus
I literally looked at about 30 artifacts from Egypt{}, from the Sinai peninsula, that had Hebrew inscriptions on them. So… yes, I did know that God’s name was El Yahweh. And I do know that a people group called the Habiru migrated out of Mesopotamia, into Egypt, and then finally settled into Canaan, after crossing the Red Sea. They created quite a stir, actually, enough for Pharaoh to attack them, and they were probably the same people called the “Sea Peoples” who destroyed the Hittites in the Bronze Age Collapse. I also know that there’s a lot of Egyptian references in the Torah and actual borrowed words from Late Bronze Age Egyptian in it. There’s a lot more than that.
A people group who were passed down a monotheistic culture migrated from Mesopotamia, into Egypt and then codified their religion in Canaan. That is what the evidence suggests. And then kept a concurrent record of all their kings and priests and judges from the time they conquered Canaan, even until this day.
As far as Jesus, the Gospels were written as early as 40AD he died in 31AD. We know this, because Paul accompanied Luke, and Luke met apostles such as Mary and John and Peter, and of course we have Papias telling us who wrote Mark and Matthew from St. John, and various surviving fragments tell is it was Papias who dictated the book from John, like Baruch did Jeremiah.
And the flood, there’s lots of evidence for that. The Bible talks about Pangea and Dinosaurs, and there’s also ancient artefacts that have dinosaurs on them.
Catholics, Protestants and Orthodox
When Israel separated from Judah, was Israel any less Hebrew? I think the schism of Protestant, Orthodox and Catholic is like that. Israel, Ephraim and Judah. Certainly, Israel went off and served Baal, but there were true saints among them, like Elisha and Elijah who contended Jezebel and Ahab.
I love reading Martyr's Mirror because it takes that subject, saying the church existed in a group called the Waldenses, but they have very detailed accounts of people's martyrdoms, and I see perfect theology in the Catholics--like uncondemnable--but they're in a position of power killing someone they have power over. It highlights the fact---as the same thing happened to Catholics in England in the 1600s--it's not Theology that saves you. It's charity, hope and faith. And I like that book because while it's a little persuaded to a wrong side--you can use postmodern interpretations to remove that thesis--you see pure Christian doctrine, and truly faithful people putting their lives on the line.
It's all about power. And right now, the power is in the Secular Authority, and it's like Rome again, where they're persecuting the WHOLE CHURCH. It's not people with good understanding of the Bible persecuting others with equal understanding, but people who have no idea what the Bible is, and are like Romans who called Christians Cannibals not understanding that wasn't what we were doing. Like people say priests engage in Catamism for God, but that's simply not true. They know it's a sin. It's written right in the New Testament.
Walter Summerford
Off to battle, he rode in World War I.
He led his calvary into war!
Then, was struck by lightning
Off his steed! He fell, paralyzed and dumb.
Six years later, as he fished,
He was beneath a sycamore tree,
Down fell the lightning bolt to lift the curse
His legs were now able to walk; set free!
Oh, God had blessed what He had cursed
And like Jonah in the belly of the whale,
The tree which He gave He also first
Lay to the silence of the gale
What God had given He had taken away.
So thus, he ambled on so happily
Walking free and true and good.
Yet, six years later, he was struck, could
It be that he was then paralyzed again?
Yes indeed it was, was it curse or freak
No one knows, but frightful of his life
He could no longer walk, and was meek.
Then he died, and laid to rest
His tombstone was struck again.
Was God a tyrant or was He just?
Yet, it proved He was once a man.
To philosophize upon this story
Lightning struck thrice, yet first
It hurt, and second relieved
Yet third it was a curse.
Why would God allow such things?
It is unknown to all Scholastic men.
It just shows God is truly real
So it were better to be His friend.
Yet it were for one more verse
I shall now tell you with this song:
Like Job, Walter had not cursed
But rather he suffered long.
The Day is Done
The wind blows so calmly;
The roses are in full bloom;
Invasions storm around thee,
Of weapons forecasting doom.
All for the air of silence
Of poetry and verse;
The great men and the giants
Have fallen to the curse.
For meaning has been lost
And tyrants' claim to fame
Is to scrape off all the moss
And make writers have no name.
For the ancient poesy is forbidden
And the serial of verse
Is given to the bidden
Of petty men rehearsed
Of a few stale phrases
And platitudes of mind.
The bold are off to battle
As the general crossed the Rhine.
And I realize now and forever
I have lost track of time.
But my poetry is my treasure
And is what kept me so alive.
My mind is filled with things
And the images of metaphor.
That is what made me happy
And what shook the world to its core.
To do a job I cannot, but I lend my skill to rhyme
Yet none will purchase my sorrows
For all want me working on the dime.
So I do not know.