I read it cover to cover, too, and find it absolutely brilliant. Was just reading Joseph’s story, and it was like being in ancient Egypt, just how you can read Joseph’s influenced by power and Egyptian culture. It also shows the Jews came from Egypt and Mesopotamia. The Bible’s our very first stories and laws, and then God breaking on the scene and flipping the script. It’s so important, as it is our first stories, our first laws and the history of God’s dealings with the human race. It’s witnesses who saw those things, too.
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Truly, My Last Poem
I've tasted all forms of knowledge.
I have found only a few things worthy.
Pleasure in love, joy and peace.
Commitment to friends and family.
Good food; good drink.
Art ought to be beautiful.
There is knowledge, wrapped up in the true, the good and the beautiful.
And that you can have none of it without Christ.
Why I Believe
I think there’s a good case to be made that religion, especially Christianity, creates the best art and literature and music in the world. I think it’s the truest inspiration. I don’t think I’m gated at all, and never will lose my faith. Primarily because of what I wr[i]te.
Maybe it’s not brilliant. Or, maybe it is? Who knows?
I mean, [one] says “Dark and Light” I agree, but what’s so dark as Satan, and light as Christ? And what’s as poetic as God actually coming, and Himself fighting against Pharaoh?
[Nihilism] is why I suffer. And you too.
I mean, if you truly want to know, all my suffering is associated with [Nihilistic] philosophy. Nihilism steals my hopes, my joys, my dreams… it makes people uncooperative to form healthy relationships and makes them into narcissists. If I suffer, it’s only going to make me more ensconced in my religion, as I’m fully aware [those] ideas are the reason why I do suffer. And every good thing I have, every peace, every purity, every hope, and every joy is associated with Christ and my religion. If I suffer, I’m only going to be more religious, not less, as the link to my suffering is exactly what [Nihilists] believe.
I mean, reason with me. Isn’t joy, peace and love what’s life’s purpose? And doesn’t nihilism make that impossible? Doesn’t love and God make those things more abundant? That’s why I’ll never lose my faith. Nihilism hurts me, and I don’t like pain. I never did. And Christianity is the only religion that isn’t empty. I’ve studied them all, they’re all foolish and filled with folly. Only Christ, and the example He set, is enough to satisfy what I see is good in life, and what [nihilists] believe is enough to help me see why [Christ] is good.
Verses Pertaining to Christ’s Divinity
Colossians 2:9 9 For in him dwelleth all the fulness of the Godhead bodily.
1 John 4:2 Hereby know ye the Spirit of God: Every spirit that confesseth that Jesus Christ is come in the flesh is of God:
John 8:58 Jesus said unto them, Verily, verily, I say unto you, Before Abraham was, I am.
Psalm 2:7 I will declare the decree: the Lord hath said unto me, Thou art my Son; this day have I begotten thee.
John 1:1 In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God.
John 1:14 And the Word was made flesh, and dwelt among us, (and we beheld his glory, the glory as of the only begotten of the Father,) full of grace and truth.
Psalm 2:12 Kiss the Son, lest he be angry, and ye perish from the way, when his wrath is kindled but a little. Blessed are all they that put their trust in him.
Isaiah 43:10 Ye are my witnesses, saith the LORD, and my servant whom I have chosen: that ye may know and believe me, and understand that I am he: before me there was no God formed, neither shall there be after me.
Liberty of Grace
Hebrews 7:12 For the priesthood being changed, there is made of necessity a change also of the law.
I'd {} recommend [one] follow the true doctrines of Paul, that give us liberty in Christ to eat freely what we want. As trying to follow the Old Testament puts you under the Law, and when you observe dead rites and rituals, and works of the Dead law you do not accord to righteousness, and that's the entirety of the Pauline Epistles, is teaching us that works of the law and flesh cannot save us, or dead rites and rituals that have no effect of righteousness whatsoever.
A question, why would God want you to worship through observance of dead rituals like diet and not working a specific day? That doesn't do anything for anyone but yourself, and actually makes you violate God's commandment, as by trying to observe those rituals, you dishonor the greater commands.
As it is Jesus' teachings of the Wine Skins has meaning, and that's what it means. The old Wine Skin is the Law of Moses, and the New Wine is grace. Don't burst your skin, but come back to Christ and the liberty by which you were bought, and not into bondage to the Law of dead ritual and selfish oblation to naught.
Originality
A thousand thoughts are borrowed--
No, a million--as I read Emerson
Talk about Shakespeare.
"Were his lines borrowed?"
Nay, only his themes. That's what Emerson means.
And why not? Fruitful mind,
It is ejaculated once more,
"It is the logos!" and from that
We find an accumulation of knowledge
Of men standing on the shoulders of Giants
Finding wild grasps at truth.
Yes... I evangelize... yes it is a Pilgrim's Progress...
But joyful hope, that there is great learning
And great mysteries to comfort the people.
That Christ, as Lewis said, should be come to
Like one might come to a Foreign Myth
With such wonder at the man Christ Jesus...
Not any other thing... just that man I point to
And now understand, He is my rabbi and no other.
All things of Emerson, all things of Shakespeare
All things of Ptahhotep, all things of Muhammad
All things of Ovid and Homer and Virgil
And my courses on logic, and literary theory,
All things of John Green and Jordan Peterson
And my Dad, and my friends, and my beloved enemies
---What lessons should I take from them?---,
And my college and grade school professors and their lectures,
They are brought to Him, and then inquired at the altar
"What use shall I make of them?"
And Christ gives me the form...
And if I be a poet, it is that muse alone, so I sing it.
Nick the Atheist
No soul, the brain is a soul...
Religion is just red and black sand...
Mesopotamian Deities were Chaotic
Egyptians orderly.
I'd simply say,
"The soul is not the mind, but the essence of why we have our moral worth.
"Christ lived, and died, and witnesses attested that He raised from the dead.
"They also died believing He literally ate with them, and walked through walls
"After He came back from the dead.
"Hammurabi's Code migrates through Egypt,
"And so does a dozen other stories
"And then an Egyptian Royal pieces those together in Genesis
"After crossing Neiwebu beach, and Pharaoh Amenhotep's whole army is destroyed
"And there they still lie on the ocean floor."
The Songs of the Lay
Speak in inexactitudes, oh lay people.
Speak your melodies and affects
Not with words, but with good cheer
And good hearts. Speak, and love
One another. I see no other language
Better, than this.
Mithra
Oh, slayer of Baal, you are not real.
Aeon, great charioteer of fire,
The Gnostic God who fought Jah...
Born from a rock and not a virgin...
Christ was a real man, like Pythagoras.
You are merely an invention of Persian delusion.
Exodus was a real crashing wave which killed Pharaoh's Army
At Neiwebu Beach, and there the bodies still lie.
The Flood was a real event, that destroyed
The world in the Mid 24th Century BC.
You... you are merely Sin. Another iteration of him;
A metamorphosis of the bull into a dark eyed
And withered armed shepherd.
A god of Masons. Not a God of Christians.
He Flew To Work Today
He flew to work today,
In a car like a Kestrel.
Jets blew air over a nebulous bottom
Which moulded and formed through a mat
Controlled by hydraulic fluid pushing and pulling
By mechanical force;
It hovered in mid space, and then zipped forward,
The jets shooting
Around the cushion to make flight.
Little fins steered it with pinpoint accuracy.
They glide for long distances,
Making full use of all energy like an albatross.
The chemistry is perfect, utilizing
All of it through leverage,
Which lifts a two ton boulder by a 200 pound man.
The solar panels on the home were a tank of ether
With a magnifying glass at the top, that span the ether over spinets
That produced electricity,
And recycled it endlessly.
Dozens of these things produced electricity
Which gave the jets' cushion on the bottom of the craft
And let it lift, and there fly through the air.
We'll never have it. Because this reality is only fantasy.
The minds of eejits 4,000 miles away cannot conceive of a future
That isn't manpower in the mud, and ploughing with barn animals.
So, every comfort they scorn, and every advancement they don't understand.
"It is flowery words."
And DaVinci made working flying machines too.