On Plagiarism in Sermons

Plagiarism is such a difficult subject to navigate. Like both Keats and I can have similar themes about the Fall, but we didn't plagiarize each other. It's just the way Fall is, only a few things can be said about it. Which gets into Biblical Exegesis, there shouldn't be too many variations on the subject, because the Bible has one meaning. So, Matthew Henry, Jay Vernon McGee and myself will have a very similar thought process about what the Bible means, because that's just how meaning is.

Not saying these people [who read verbatim premade sermons] aren't plagiarists, but you have to be careful with defining it, because you can essentially outlaw all speech. Like the book Atticus copyrighted some pretty simple platitudes that happen a lot in text conversations, and surely nobody's plagiarizing Atticus when they find those phrases.

It's not all cut in dry. Simply, human thought is limited, so people will eventually come to similar ideas, even removed from each other by millennia or leagues.

And then you add to that, we comprise billions of bits of information we've found all our lives, to make us find what and how we came to all those ideas, you'd essentially outlaw free speech by proxy of making it all subject to someone's copyright.

What gets copyrighted are specific word patterns and ideas unique to you. Which the point of copyright and trademark is to help people make a living off their own inventions, not to essentially steal it from everyone else. As, the internal combustion engine had hundreds of variations, and what was copyrighted was each unique variation, not the process of internal combustion, which cannot be copyrighted.

On Jesus Being Emblematic

Jesus is not symbolic. He literally died, raised from the dead, and ascended into heaven, where He's seated at the right hand of the Father, in a resurrected body of the New Man.

It seems like [I'm] saying the Bible is symbolic. In a sense, [one] can believe that about the Old Testament, but a matured faith should lead you to the conclusion that it's not just symbolic, but actually physically happened too.

Augustine believed the Old Testament is symbolic. You are saved by Jesus, not by your belief in the Bible's inerrancy, although it helps to believe the Bible's true. But, the more important aspects of the faith, is belief in the Moral Law passed down to us, as that creates the conditions for peace and liberty and joy.

And also, you must testify that Jesus Christ is Come in the Flesh. Not merely a symbol or emblem, but was God's Son manifested in the Flesh, the Divine Word of the Holy Trinity.

On Aliens and Demons

Yes, The Dragon looks like an alien, and is on a Hindu Temple. Aliens are indeed demons. And they are submitted under the authority of Christ. Reality is so much different than what we're told. If I told you the truth, you couldn't believe it, which is why we need to stop preaching Young Earth Creationism. Because the truth is so much different than anything we could imagine.

The Kind of Wife I Want

I want a wife who will walk with me through rain---
No metaphor is being made there, but to find pleasure
In the freedom of going out into a rainy day,
Where there is no thunder, and get soaking wet
Through the raincoat.

I want a wife who will, in that perfect day in June,
Look for a Mayapple to bite, and pull the string
Out of the honeysuckle, and eat the little drop of nectar
And will eat mulberries over blackberries
And will seek out the wild strawberry and raspberry.

I want a wife who will have long talks about poetry
And philosophy, and religion, and science, and math
And art, and psychology, and sociology,
And gardening, and nature, and friendship won
Over the deep stuff... not the small talk.

I want a wife, who will play games with me
Whether it be Scrabble, or Chess, or Magic the Gathering
Or Pinochle, or Cribbage, or Rummy or Catan, or Risk
Or we will tell stories to each other, and daydream
Together of worlds far away.

I want a wife who makes love, and time for love
And wants me by her side at all hours:
She doesn't tire of me, and she doesn't talk down to me
And she doesn't baby me, or avoid me.
She is affectionate, and when I embrace her, she does not shrink back.

I want a wife who does these things,
And maybe I will climb the birch tree and fall down with it.
And maybe I will hook the horse up to plough
And maybe I will get strong and mighty
For I love her more than I love myself.

For that is what we all need, is a person we love more than ourselves.

My First Mayapple

The naturalist is not so,
Until he can determine
What scat belongs to what.
Or, in that perfect day
In May or June, look
Upon the plump Mandrake's
Fruit, and eat it after rubbing
It upon their shirt.
Only a seasoned naturalist
Can know the time
For all others are poisonous.
The plush juice, like a Granny Smith
Cucumber mixed with bug.

Lord Jehovah

Lord Jehovah-Jireh, Jesus Christ
I languished on my bed last night
Wondering whether I were in the fold.
I see so many believers, young and very old.
They cling to Bibles, without question
And like a sheep to shepherd drawn
The shepherd guides them and feeds them
And it left me in such wonder and awe.

Am I a goat, who must know the very law?
Or is a Goat one who feeds not the homeless
Or the widow visits or the orphan loves?
Or the prisoner he hates with passion
And the captive he does not seek?
And is it he who does these things, is he actually a sheep?

Or is a sheep a mindless drone, unquestioning about Paul's word?
That faith requires no works at all, and that is the leaven they have learned?
To simply believe, like a sheep, and chew on the cud?
Is a sheep one who does not question, or does not have any love?
They, their brethren, do so very judge
And all that's required is an idle word
"Jesus is LORD" my God
I cannot believe it... for you gave man creativity and a brain.
I think your law is brilliant, and it is extremely sane.
I must ruminate on it all day, the meditation of my heart
For Your law I love, and cherish, let Christ forgive me for being smart.

I do not understand the Christian worldview
Of unquestioned faith, and unparalleled grace
That would make immortal a holy prude.
For, maybe I sin by making my songs
But I think the vision was wrong.
I think it was my fleshly brain
For your kingdom I suffer long.

I sought you on my bed
And thought, "This is my God."
The one who lets me be what I am
And nurtures compassion and love.
The one who has a strong word to say
And condemns all sin in the flesh.
For by providence you make me walk
To what's my soul's true best.

Jesus Christ is the LORD.

My Commiseration with Atheists

I once had a night terror
I went to the Hotel California.
I saw my heaven petitions
And in that room I left
To find a curtain with a crowd
Of painted people---like in
A video game.
And they booed.
Above it was written,
"Brandon's Creativity."
I then was taken by a twisted ghoul into a prison
Down a cement corridor.

Today, I recall that dream
Listening to Fireworks
Conjuring that Isaiah 28
Is happening.

I then think about God,
That if He sent me
That dream, heaven will be
One apple tree,
Iron for wood, and Gold for Bronze
No heaven at all
But 1000 fruitless years
Spent on Earth, no Hephzibah
And that God hates art
And wants nobody to
Really think about what He's saying.

And if that god says, "Behold, you will know
"That I am God,"
I'll say, "Yes, and what a disappointment."

Luckily, that's not the real God of our universe.
[W]e know exactly who wrote [the Bible], when and how. We even have provenance that the Sumerians plagiarized us. Did you ever read Gilgamesh? Seems an awful lot like the writer met Noah. Also fits the timeframe, as the epic would have been written around 2200BC and the documentation of the flood shows in the record that it happened in 2450BC. In Chinese records and the missing 2nd Dynasty of Ur, and a similar gap happens in all world civilizations around that time.

On Biblical Slavery

Slavery in the Bible wasn’t immoral. The immoral thing would be not to have it, as many people are helpless without the right organization. It was a strategy to help keep people fed, so they couldn’t starve and was completely voluntary.

Not to mention they didn’t have heavy machinery or abundant moneys so they needed a way to do industrial scale work and compensate it fairly, and that was their way.