Tag: Christ

My Rapture Dream

God took me up.

And, I didn’t make it.

In my heart… I knew why.

There was a little ember of resentment

Against God.

It’s there.

 

Yet… where is my hope

Except in Jesus?

 

The pages of my life flew by

And most of it was miserable.

The ardent belief in strange things…

All I should know is Christ Jesus.

That’s what the dream meant.

Falsehoods, about things I don’t understand.

 

When heaven seemed like it was a computer screen

I knew I was in trouble.

I knew I was rather in that other place.

 

It was the dream I needed.

The wake up call.

How many things I believe that are false.

I will, for now, and always

Meditate on Paul’s wisdom.

All I can know is Christ Jesus.

The Rapture

I was raptured last night.

 

I flung up

With my laser gun.

I knew about the war.

I fought in the war.

I flung into the sky

With all bright, great zeal.

 

There, the winged Father of Lights

Stood.

 

My report card…

It was marked with red

Very little green.

Full of falsehoods,

Heresies, delinquencies,

As every season of my life

Flashed like a page of a report card.

 

It soon became apparent…

I hadn’t reached heaven.

Because that gun was in my hand.

 

It was the storm-trooper gun from my childhood.

I was ready to play real war.

 

Christians, turn the other cheek.

Grass

The congregation sings,—

Grass in the field,

Lilly in the field—

We sprout up, sing our praise

With all of nature,

Who sings with tiny little spirits,

Innocent little doves.

 

Sway, sing the praise hymn.—

We are grass.

Here for a short breath of time

We are seeds,

We grow, wither hoar,

Become soot,

And are fed upon by the lilies in the valley.

 

Heaven’s Seasons

What if as frequently as you fed others

In Heaven, God would cook for you?

 

What if, the greatest you gave on earth

God would give to you?

 

What if every time you accompanied the prisoner

God, in heaven, would enter into your home?

 

What if, for every person you bestowed kindness

God would show a kindness to you?

 

What if heaven followed your life’s seasons,

And those seasons you “slipped,”

God would be elsewhere?

 

What if whenever the homeless found comfort in your house

God would give you room and board in his very mansion?

 

What if every good deed on earth

In heaven, God did equal the deed for you?

 

What if heaven has seasons

And for every kindness bestowed

On another human being

God bestowed an even greater kindness.

In our seasons, God gave us according to our seasons?

 

Like spring, winter and fall,—

Summer seasons,

The wet seasons,

Would be the seasons we gave to the homeless

Fed the widows,

The orphans

And showed kindness?

 

What if the least we could offer was lip service?

What if the least of kindness

Was “Sharing” the gospel?

What if the greatest was showing the gospel?

What if God didn’t want us to argue about whether He existed

But rather showed He existed

With our goodness here on earth?

 

What if this is what Christ meant by saying,

“Store up your treasure in heaven.”

 

What if every shekel you gave to the poor

Were worth a talent of gold in Christ’s kingdom?

What if, being very poor,

That same shekel were worth ten talents of gold?

What if, being the widow

Who put in her mite,

You received a thousand talents of gold,

And two thousand talents of copper?

And with this God would spend to build you a mansion?

 

What if by giving tents to the homeless

God would provide in your mansion

An entire corridor?

What if by giving a book,

You received a library?

What if by giving time

You received time with the Father himself?

Whose stew is better than even the heavenly food?

 

What if God’s greater servants

Would be your reward,

For living life with luke-warm kindness?

You would be approached by them

Much like one is approached by a Count

Instead of a Prince

Or a Marquis instead of a King?

What if there are some

Who spent an entire lifetime being good

Believing in Christ’s grace

And Grace Salvation

But did very little?

For those internal acts

God might send a Duke

Or a Viscount

Or a Baron.

 

But, those acts of kindness

The great feats which we accomplished

To help the poor, the homeless

The downtrodden,

What if Christ the King Himself

In the Flesh God gave Him

Or the very Father Himself

Came to your home

Each season at its season

For eternity, and for that season

He came?

 

Perhaps, this is a good way of looking at Works.

A Dream

There were two walls

Which opposed one another.

One was made of corn.

The other was made of mud.

The bodies of the slain in war

Were the straw that bound the mortar

Of the two walls.

 

The multitudes slain were like that of

A multitude, that of thirty-eight thousand, thousand;

And the other wall was more than this

Whose skulls shewn through the mortar.

Evil was on both sides, and neither side had righteousness.

 

Now is a time for talk, and not for war.

A Father’s Wisdom

O, my books were Corban.

But my dad had needed them

So I could leave him with the peace

That his son would be fed.

 

So Christ said, “Do not make things Corban.”

For the alter is what makes sacred, not the gift,

And the alter is to absolve from sins.

 

Fire works explode the moment I realize

I must do this…

I must keep my blog…

I must advertise…

Know this is what he told me to do

In order to give him rest

That when he is gone,

I will not be poor and an outcast.

 

O, how many times did I want to give up on this blog.

How many times I wanted to give up on my dream.

But, a father’s wisdom, is that he wants his sons to succeed.

So, I listen to him, who finally has bestowed a blessing

On this meek talent of mine,

Which he said to me, “Do not be the one who buries it in the sand.”

So, please, I hope you understand

That many promises I’ve made,

I cannot keep.

I have to eat.

 

If you like what you read

Please purchase my books,

So I can eat, and be happy,

And I wish the same for you.

Thank you.

LORD My Enemies Cannot Win

LORD, establish the word of your servant.

Satisfy him with long life

With long life satisfy him

And peace.

Let him drink from his cisterns.

Let him win his war against his enemies.

His enemies are numerous,

LORD, surely you know this.

What has he done to incur the wrath of kings?

What has he done, LORD?

Has he spoken what was folly?

LORD, surely you know.

LORD my enemies attack from the east,

And from the west,

And from the north.

Surely, you shall be my defense.

LORD, why do you forsake me?

Why am I left in their hands?

LORD, why do they continually attack your servant

And set traps for him?

To. to drink from the wells of salvation

This was my request.

To have the simple pleasures of life

And yet they seek to torture your servant

And to bring him down to the grave.

LORD, do not let him prosper against your servant Israel.

For, I am a quivering rabbit in the brush.

I simply stand, and feed upon the lilies

And drink the waters of the wells.

LORD, look at my enemies.

How they haughtily scheme against me.

LORD they shall not prosper.

Burn them with my lips

Oh LORD, take them down to Sheol.

Have kings fall in indemnity

Over the safety of your anointed.

Yet You would not,

To be glorified, kings must die

And be destroyed, and your servant

Is the bait.

They perish, and altogether are like chaff

As your servant waits upon You for an answer.

Answer me from the winds,

And bring upon them swift judgment.

Tear down their bulwarks, LORD.

For I know their thoughts against me are for mischief.

 

Yet, I have this to say:

“They shall not prosper

“For you are my rook

“You are my castle.

‘LORD, who are they to spite the anointed of God

“And to refute the Cherubim?

“The word shall go out, I shall not see your wrath

“Yet the king of the North shall fall.

“Already there is one mightier than he

“Going into his kingdom.

“Hiss for the fly

“Bring forth the mighty wasp

“Array your chariots for battle,

“LORD, strong Chariots

“For now is the time for the king to falter.

“As he has done to this prophet, let it be done doubly to him.

“For I shall not be silent,

“But shall, as the prophecy command

“Fight on behalf of the South for my own safety,

“LORD, that I can bring the little ones to Christ.

“So I can taste the riches of salvation.

“LORD, Jeremiah has prophesied on my behalf,

“My foot has stomped seventy time seven times

“In mighty praise of you

“In the presence of men who sought to seek my life.

“Let Babylon be forsaken

“And the king of fortresses stricken from this land of Moab.

“LORD, the little peoples are stirred in his kingdom soon,

“For I have heard it.

“One mightier than him in magic goes to the land

“With one even mightier than he.

“LORD, this king of the north is a sly dog

“But the ones who go into his kingdom

“Are even greater,

“Enemies too wicked for even me.

 

“LORD precious is the blood of your servant

“And precious is my life in your hand.

“Give it to me as a booty, as promised

“And give me the delight of kings

“She who is like a snow in Zalmun.

“I shall be satisfied by her,

“As the northern king falls

“Like a stubborn ass he continually assails your prophets.

“Now… he has left his kingdom without its ruler

“And seeks me, your very servant.

“Yet, great spoil awaits the one

“Who has assailed him.

“The one who is greater in wickedness than even this king.

“One who hates me with fervent hatred

“Because I was his beloved friend

“Yet would not conquer the kingdoms with him.

“LORD, let it be known…

“Great floods await that nation

“Which despairs your pophets Israel.

“LORD, assail them, divide their tongues.

“Let your precious one escape.”

Yet You would not.

So, therefore, kings indemnity shall they fall

And your servant is safe,

Yet why does he still pine?

Did he not stomp his feet like the kings

Only so many times as to beat back Babylon to even

Silly victories?

Yet You would not.

 

So here is the Word unto this prophet:

“Cease maligning the king!”

Yet I would not.

So, here is the new word to this prophet:

“By your words you will be destroyed.”

Yet these were my own.

The true word to this prophet was this:

“Well done good and faithful servant.

“Wicked were your enemies, and they have fallen by their greed.

“You have trapped them, yes, even you.

“For they had thought you forsaken.”

 

Yet, I cry out to my King, “LORD I am unworthy to even unlatch your sandal!

 

Great shall be my reward.

Wait upon the LORD, for Israel has fallen by his great iniquity

But he shall arise.

Who is this who maligns him?

Great kings of the north,

And where does Israel’s help come from?

The LORD.

Certainly, LORD you will establish this prophet’s words

Over whores and robbers.

So much more over kings who are not right

And seek to malign the covenant of God.

“Sleep, eat, be merry, for tomorrow you die”

This is the words of the kings to this prophet

For surely he has cursed me.

Yet, here is my blessing on him:

“Cease from maligning the prophets of God

“And I shall not let you fall.”

Yet he would not.

Thus, one greatly to be feared has entered into the kingdom

Will you see it?

You will not.

Explaining God to Richard Dawkins

Rick, if our universe had infinite dimensions

That universe would be a size infinitesimally smaller

Than a planc length, when compared to even the least of God’s angels.

Those Angels would be the size of a microbe compared to

The size of the Cherubim, which are the four creatures

Seated at the throne of God.

Just use your imagination with this.

Those Cherubim are the size of a rabbit

When compared to God.

 

That is the God I worship.

Now, you try to explain Him away with science.

If we hadn’t even discovered a hint of extraterrestrial life

How on earth can you possibly try to say you’ve disproved Him?

Say we meet one googleplex to the googleplexth power alien species.

What is this to a God that magnificent?

And because a prayer for lightning striking you hadn’t been answered

That’d be like a bacteria crying out to the man with a bleach bottle

Who got orders from a Giant the size of infinite, infinite universes

Who got his order from one of those angels, which that Giant

The largest of them,

Is the size of a quark compared to those angels.

But, this same God listens to me.