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Calvinism

I have seen, over my few years
Men destroyed by scripture.
I have seen men go astray
Who were once very good.
I have seen children abused
By preachers, and women raped.
I have seen the sick cast into hell
Because there was no voice of wisdom.

I do not know why some men
Are pursued all their life by truth;
And for some reason they listen.
I do not know why.
And some men, never hear a sound word
Until it is far too late.
I do not know why.

I do not know why,
Those professing to be sound
Believe the word of God
And do not try its wisdom.
They preach a false gospel
That is so popular right now
And try to win souls like a cult
To bring men into the fold
By simply telling them,
"I'll lead and you blindly follow."

I have seen men destroyed by shepherds
Priests, evangelists, even the Holy Bible itself.
I do not know what protects one man
And damns another.
But, I have been bequeathed with a full Gospel
And I know the truths of scripture with my every absolute breath.
I know every moment in history
And have compiled it, and tested it
And seen it's true. I have tested every Word
Spoken by my LORD, and found them faithful.
I do not know how it came to me,
And not to many of you.

Love God’s Law

"Therefore be careful to observe them; for this is your wisdom and your understanding in the sight of the peoples who will hear all these statutes, and say, ‘Surely this great nation is a wise and understanding people.'"

God's law is self evident. It's the best law, and that's what's going to convert the nations. It is the effects that God's law has on the heart, that's what causes the heathen to convert.

As it says, "The Law Converts the heart." Why? Because it's self evident. Not everything self evident can be understood by everyone. It's difficult. An element in Euclid isn't going to be understood by everyone, but we see the effects engineering has, by holding up bridges and building machines. The same thing with God's Law, it makes a better world for everyone.

But, again, you argue with me, I think that's because you don't understand what I'm saying.

If you don't realize Christ's law is self evident, and objectively better, and observably so, I don't think you can call yourself wise yet, and by contending with me, you strive with the wind to try to convince me of this vanity. As, the only apologetics that is going to work, is showing people the error in their way, and knowing why Sin causes suffering, and justifying God through the Holy Statutes of His Commandments.

As Paul said, "We minister through power." And that power is through the Law of God, and Grace, and its self evident nature, that NO ONE can say it is faulty. They do, you can still show them it's not, through ministering to them by exposing their sins, which they all know are wrong.

You're just wrong. If God's law isn't self evident, then there is no hope for anyone to come to Christ. None. If the Heathen do what's wrong, then you prove to the sheep that the heathen suffer for it, and that they have no love, peace or joy. That's what we minister with.

If the Law is not self evident, then there is certainly no way to convert anyone. The Gospel is to no effect, and is noisy cymbals. It's the fact that God's statutes are true, and everyone knows it, and they do create better people. That's what saves people. Nothing else.

On Mormonism

This is giving me flashbacks to my Messianic Jewish days. Christianity is a robust faith, because it has nothing to do with dietary restrictions, but simply doing what's right. It has nothing to do with Touch not, Taste Not, Do Not. It has everything to do with how you treat other people. It's a religion that encompasses love and compassion, but also discipline. Like Sin to a Christian has teeth. What Paul lists in his letters as sins, are to rational people,---not brainwashed by the culture,---common sense. I've always preferred the faith of Tchaikovsky,  Michelangelo, Tolstoy and Hans Christian, to the constipated faith found in Evangelical circles lately. Like this hearkens to Evangelicalism, when Jesus wasn't necessarily a prude at all. He drank wine at weddings, cussed once or twice, and taught His disciples to enjoy their life and one another's company. But there were clear boundaries. And I'm more of a Baptist, Lutheran Catholic than anything else. I learned my New Testament from Lutherans. My Old Testament from Baptists. And my aesthetic and moral judgment from Catholics. I'm not really a protestant or catholic, but a hybrid of the two. I think it's obvious what the faith is, and that's what made it so persuasive, but we've gotten a long way from that.

The Salamander

Oh, it is real, said Bulfinch...
Yet the ecologist says 'tis not.
The brat in college says, 
"It matters not, 'tis a fable
"Therefore to be disregarded with the trash."
The historian said the Salamander
Was born from the flames
To ancient imaginations
Because it would flee out of the fire.
I, I do not know, because the world is lying.

Benjamin the Donkey

I am Benjamin the Donkey
And I remember when
There was peace among the peasants
And men were truly men.
I remember when women were very wholesome
And the black man had honor too.
There was malaise and violence somewhere
But it touched so very few.
I remember when the Church was mighty
Like our Public Schools that day---
Now all our institutions have been given to decay.
I am Benjamin the Donkey
But I say it was really nice;
Now all our citizens are frozen in a block of hatred's ice.

Song of the Goober

I am a goober
How 'bout you?
A goober is a fool.
I ain't no wise man, 
Ain't it true?
I am a goober,
How 'bout you?

I may have had a thing to say
But mighty fine, I'll make you gay
If you listen and learn and hey
I don't have much, just a pen, this lay.

I am a goober,
How 'bout you?
I am a goober, and a fool.
I ain't no wise man
How 'bout you?
We all just goobers
Through and through.

The wisest among us ain't worth dirt
He's just a fool with some fancy words.
We are all just in a hurt
To find some genius, and with it flirt.

I am a goober
How 'bout you?
I am a goober, such a fool.
I ain't a wise man
And you ain't, too.
We're all such goobers
Loop-de-loo.

I sing the last verse of this song
If I'm lucid and pretty strong
It comes from God not cholesterol
It comes from He, and not my wrong.

I am a goober
How 'bout you?
How do we know a thing is true?
I am a goober, 
How 'bout you?
I ain't a wise man
But listen good.

el-Hammam

Trinitite is found in your ancient pottery,
And your sister city is found no more.
Surely, a nuclear blast destroyed you
Or something just like it.
The heat wave expanded over the entire Dead Sea
And burnt down the southern villages
Of Baba Dra, Numera, Fifa, and Conazeer
Are destroyed, and the remains of the Sulfur
Are there, across the entire Dead Sea.
Yet, Safi miraculously survived.

Byron’s Bane

A poet's poet, Byron's bane,
Discusses math, metaphysics and seeks out fame.
None know what to say
For a poet's poet is here named.
Harold Prufrock, you speak so gay
Of chemistry and Christ and Translations lame.
All his identity, is the pen
And his brilliant verse which none do wend.
A little brilliant but so malapropos, 
He speaks about things which he does not know.
He does his art, and chases the kite
The thunder strikes it, oh what a silly wight.
What fool, what scoundrel, what antichrist
He steals his sermons, he steals his wife.

Me? I know nature and love and not much else.
My themes are what please me, and are heartily felt.
Muses come, muses go... the women come talking of Michelangelo.
Be a baneful dullard lot...
If I win some fame, will I rot?
A small penury from my quill
Will jaunt me, haunt me, be my thrill.
For to eat a little, this is all I can say...
Not to bore you with my songs all day.
A pedant be what a pedant be...
Let me, peacefully, enter into history.
Not with war or gun or germ
Just as a man, whose pension earned.
My homilies are on fortune, ill and good
On heavenly treasures and heavenly food.
No comprehensive philosophy do I here spare,
Just my prying eyes, which I do wear.
Great is the people's unhappy lot
Which ill fortune seems to be their cause.
No love, no place, no fortune, no fame
The peoples only wish to play their games.
They wish to have an end to law...
They wish all were selfish, glib and raw.
A sociopath the peoples wish to be
They wish to cum and boon with glee.
They care not about love or peace
Only that their clit and glans have sting.

So I do say, the world I shun...
I shall let them have it, and they have won.
Just leave me to my solemn task
To write what's true, what's first what's last.

A Pyrrhic Victory

The New Atheists wants my religion
But not my God.
They want the assumption of Humanism
Without the power to uphold it.

I say, that's the worst form of Christianity
Is one circumcised from faith
But perfunctorily doing its rituals of communion and baptism,
Preaching its platitudes and politics
And worried more about worldly problems
Than a man's soul.
I know, because that's the kind of church I grew up in.