Tag: Jesus

Mother Mary

In times of trouble

Said a man,

Mother Mary whispered, “Let it be.”

 

I was told nobody worships her.

I believe it.

But still, the priest says the alter is not clean

As if they have to order a new one.

It’s not the alter that is sanctified,

Nor the gift on the alter.

Rather, the heart of the repentant.

 

With that, it is Mary worship

To say the Alter is unclean

And to not cast out the laymen’s sin.

Throw it into the Sea, Judah;—

You know the whole world suffers from it.

 

We need cleansed;—

Men walk about with their hearts uncircumcised.

What does that mean?

We walk around with our hearts not purified

With that writhing animal within us.

I am not a Gnostic,

Because I say clearly it needs to come out.

How, though? If the priests forget their mysticism?

A thousand homilies cannot take that out;—

It must be done with power, and the knife

Of grace.

 

Protestants believe it not so;—

Catholics complain about the alter.

I have even heard it, but the knife needs

To be wielded, the surgeon needs to cut.

 

And should the cancer come up again,

I say, “We walk in the world, every one of us.”

Deliver us! Don’t leave us here, for God’s Sake

And His elect! It should be a treatment,

Like a drip bag, with a scalpel to take out the tumor.

Don’t let us suffer, with that ingrate inside of us

The one you hide, Judah.

Take it out with the knife,

And don’t say, “The alter.”

The alter has no power.

Only Christ has the power to save…

If the man’s heart were unclean

But truly repentant…

I’d say even the most unclean of alters

Would be sufficient.

The dirtiest table.

Throw the alcohol on it

And disinfect it,

Because the old testament laws are no longer aportioned.

 

Therefore, o Judah, because you understand it is so

Take the scalpel and cut from Elijah, from Judah, from Eleazar

That wife of his, the one who made them suffer all night

That strange wife,

And remove it from him with the scalpel God has given you

The Sword of The Spirit of the Elect.

Or… is it that you have lost faith in Christ?

Has Sardis made you soil your garments, as well?

To see unwieldy surgeons?

 

So it is, that Jesus is my LORD.

That is sufficient, now perform the cleansing ritual.

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.

Dear Marty Sampson

When I am “Geniunely losing my faith,”

I turn off the radio. I stop reading my books.

I don’t even read the Bible.

I go to the state park,

I look at the animals.

I see they are good

And know the Christ;

You can even ask them.

They’ll tell you He is the LORD.

 

We are locked in a world of explanations

When there isn’t one to be had.

The existentialist philosophers came to a notion

That they couldn’t write down.

But Paul wrote it.

“Christ.”

 

I hear, “People need to reason,”

But I think it is the other extreme.

I think people need to face the reality

That Giants assail us

Dragons torment us

Fairies haraung us

And wood nymhps try to lead us astray.

Visceral is my faith

To hold and cherish what is good.

Because what is good testifies to the truth

That Jesus Christ is the LORD.

Subtle miracles every day

And the power of that confession,

Which if you could not,

Consider it is Christ Himself

Hindering you…

Because when I was astray

It could not even touch my lips.

A simple miracle, but it works.

 

Study the divine mircacle that just is.

Don’t try to gain an explanation for it.

Because the world could be flat,

And the whole of NASA lying to us…

We don’t know, truly.

But we do know that Christ lives

Because He lives in us.

Even if you said a word

But make sure to never say those words,

To say to God, “Depart from me.”

Because the faith is real.

The trees don’t move because of our words,

But that they move because they move.

The wind moves their branches

Just like the very Spirit of God moves us.

And in that is power, to tap into it

And to know it is real.

 

To know that unkindness resumes

But know the walking away from the faith

Is what you see in you.

At my lowest,

I know it is my sin that prevents me.

I blame the hypocrite, but

I am that hypocrite.

All my words chiding Christianity

It is really me I’m chiding.

Because I know in me

Is the same false spirit

Enticing the world

And that demon I need to drive from my soul

So when I see the animals praise the LORD

I know that it is men who fall away

And the whole of creation testifies to the name of Jesus Christ.

 

Amen.

Good and Bad

I’ve found a little metaphor in Termites and Penguins.

 

Termites are like good people, and good civilization.

They have ordered societies,

They mate for life,

They rear their young,

They produce impressive feats,

They clean up the excess

And they make use of what people think are useless.

Most people look at them

And say, “They’re a worthless

“And destructive insect.”

Because they eat floorboards and stuff…

It’s not a perfect metaphor, people.

But even in that, without them

The forest wouldn’t decompose its foliage

For the next batch of trees to put forth their saplings.

They, all day, work and are content.

They have strong communities.

 

Penguins are like bad people.

They kill one another,

They eat one another,

They will rape one another

They are homosexual,

They will have sex with the dead.

They live in a barren land.

Are good for really nothing,

Except to be eaten by walruses.

They don’t build.

They just kind of stand there all day

Jumping into the water

Consuming huge amounts of resources;

They are violent,

Tempermental,

Will kill their young,

Will steal one another’s babies,

And everyone loves them

Because they don’t know the half of what happens

In penguin civilization.

But, unlike penguins

Because the metaphor is not perfect,

They don’t do anything truly wrong.

They just kind of sit and do what they’re supposed to do

Because they are good,

And they are the time and season for it.

Why the FCC Will Regulate the Internet

As a business owner

If I express speech

That offends the

Heart, it is not

The right of Paul

To steal my voice.

 

HAM radio is

Licensed because

As a passeryonder told me

“It could interfere

“With Planes and

“Electronics.”

 

The Internet

Of course

Is a place of

Volatile speech

Which will

ALWAYS OFFEND!

Therefore, because of

This, citizens interfere

With one another’s rights.

 

Theft, Identities stolen,

Illicit Crime,

Porn Bombs,

Frames for crime,

Dark Web.

The internet

Will have to

Be protected

To allow

Business like mine

To continue.

 

Not because

Of vain or

Offensive speech. No.

Because of

Crime.

 

To go forward

We will probably

Have to purchase

Licenses to

Operate, like a

Car, since it

Is infrastructure

Necessary for

The modern day.

 

Freedom of

Speech is what we communicate

Through writing

And speech.

It is not,

Like HAM radio,

A right of the people.

Like medication is prescribed,

I think this is

A good analogy.

Because of the

Harm drug

Addiction has

On a society

Worse, is the

Man who can

Thwart public

Transit, hinder

Economic freedom,

 

And if not

Clear, we need

Paper, too…

It’s better

To pay bills

By mail

Than by Email.

 

The commerce

Needs to

Be protected

Personal property,

Privacy,

9th Amendment,

And most of all

Our interpersonal

Relationships.

Which is why

An issued handle

Will probably be necessary for

The internet.

If people

Are to have

Any wealth connected

To it, it needs done.

 

And, people should,

No, must be able to live

Life, if they chose,

Without it.

There Were Two Men

There were two men.

 

The first was a prophet.

The prophet, when he saw the wickedness of mankind

Would pray to the Father in heaven

And would accuse men of being wicked.

He would reprove for the sake of correction

And nothing he spoke was with intent to harm

But rather was with intent to increase faithfulness

Among the sons of men.

Never did he say, “You sin like thus,

“And, therefore, you are a worthless fellow.”

But rather, “The whole sins like thus,

“And your sins will condemn you.

“Not that I have never sinned,

“But that you are sinning right now,

“And I am concerned for your well being.”

When men heard this,

They felt sore vexed

Because it seemed like the Prophet was accusing

Them right to their face.

But it was rather the whole who the prophet accused;

And men stood up in judgment against this prophet

To say, “He is more wicked in his judgments

“Then we are in our murders and thefts!”

 

The second man was a judge.

He would see of men, “They are righteous,

“And they are, for the whole part, better than this man.”

But, when he saw a man’s sins,

He would say, “This man is incredibly wicked.

“This man, I have seen him be wicked

“I have seen his sins,

“Because I have made a diligent search for them.

“I will not depart from him

“Until I am justified in myself

“That I have found error in him.”

This man, all men loved

Because he had accused the righteous

And had encouraged the wicked to sin

By justifying them, and by making himself justified in their eyes.

Wherever he was, he made sure he was justified in their eyes

And that the truth, even, was abominable in the sights of men

Because he would rather be justified in his position

And not the truth; and once he found sin

He went home and said, “I know I am righteous

“And this other man is a sinner more than I.

“For, the prophets are judgmental,

“And I am humble and give grace to the sinner.”

 

Which man will stand in judgment?

Who is the hypocrite?