Missing My Country

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I miss the way my country used to be,
and there are times it brings me close to tears.
A Christian nation no longer is she,
and truth be told she hasn’t been in years.
The loss I mourn, my country, ‘tis of thee.

So far removed from founding roots are we.
The things for tolerance we have embraced.
Many have no clue and cannot see
sustaining principles being replaced
in what is called sweet land of liberty.

The crisis, how to solve some would debate;
to restore morality upon our sod.
I fear to think about the future fate
of a nation that has turned its back on God.
I pray that we repent fore it’s too late.

7/12/17

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William Shakespeare Helps Me Rail On The Devil

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In April, my husband and I made a trip to Illinois where he would be preaching a meeting for a pastor friend of ours. Before we went to be with this good pastor and his wife, we were able to take a day and visit with my youngest brother and his family who live in Milwaukee, Wisconsin. My husband, who is a coffee lover, was served his beverage in a mug that looks exactly like the one above. We both thought it was amusing and even took a picture of it to share with our two grown children who were not able to come with us on the trip. Since I knew my husband really found this mug amusing, I was able to find one online, order it and give it to him for a belated birthday present.

One day when I was thinking about Mr. Shakespeare and his winning way with words, I thought it might be interesting to use my imagination and pair up with him to write a scathing rant against the devil. Below is what I came up with. I look forward to the day when the enemy of my soul is forever vanquished!

(Shakespeare’s writing is in bold print)

I hate you with perfect hatred.
You’re the father of all lies;
the absolute embodiment
of everything I despise.
Thoroughly I’m convinced.
I’m a bona fide believer.
My words will not be minced.
You’re a charlatan, the worst deceiver.
I can’t be scathing enough, I fear,
so I call on a voice from the past.
Do you remember a bard by the name of Shakespeare?
He’s about to give you a blast.

Thou droning base-court clack-dish.
Thou wayward elf-skinned scut.
That we’d be better strangers is my wish
as to to chase I cut.
O Gull! O Dolt! As ignorant as dirt,
canker blossom, quintessence of dust,
I truly hope my words do hurt.
They will. I fully trust.
Thy tongue outvenoms all the worms of Nile.
You are as a candle, the better burnt out,
incessant n’er do well, so vile.
Thou yeasty beef witted lout.

Anointed cherub in heaven were you
till your heart was lifted up in pride.
God kicked you down to the earth, yes it’s true
on the very first drop zone-like ride.
You became the prince of the power of the air
and set out to hoodwink mankind.
Daily it is your wicked prayer
that humans stay spiritually blind.
I feel for you such abhorrent disgust.
I wish you the worst of ill will.
Defer to my dear writing partner, I must.
Go ahead.  Take it away, Bill!

There’s no more faith in thee than in a stewed prune,
wither’d like an old apple-john.
Thou brazen lily livered cream faced loon.
methinks thou personifies con.
Mountain of mad flesh, light of brain,
Thou jarring milk-livered codpiece.
Of your crusty batch of nature, I do complain
Your foolish wit, O will it never cease?
Out you baggage! You tallow face!
Out of my sight! Thou dost infect my eyes.
Thou haughty onion-eyed, peevish disgrace.
Thou speakest false. Sick am I of thy lies.

Yes, you’ve wreaked havoc on the earth,
but your disinformative dupery will end.
You’ll come to rue the day of your birth.
None, your dark hide will defend.
I now remind you what’s in the back of the Book,
since God’s Word you have chosen to ignore.
Let your cowardly eyes just take a look
at where you’ll be landing forevermore.
Your rebellious form will be cast down,
and the beguilement business expire.
Many will look narrowly with approving frown
as your thrown into red lake of fire.
5/16/18

Seven Failures of the Modern Church

I thought this was a worthy subject of a poem, and it is based on the incredible teaching we heard last year from my pastor/husband.

 

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  1. Preaching of a Crossless Christianity

 

A  Christianity without a cross

is preached across some pulpits of our day.

Sacrifice of Calvary is but dross.

From the blood of Jesus we have turned away.

 

A social gospel many do purport.

Your own good works, yes they can do the job.

But preaching of this self-sufficient sort,

the message of Golgotha, it does rob.

 

Some focus on the loaves and the fishes,

the miracles and feelie goodie things.

Heaven we’ll achieve through our good wishes,

but man can’t rise by his own apron strings.

 

Preaching that’s crossless, God will not anoint.

Powerless it is and misses the point.

 

  1. Preaching A No Change Christianity

 

Powerless it is and misses the point,

such doctrine not requiring us to change.

The purpose of God, it does disappoint;

concept in Scripture unknown and quite strange.

 

Jesus came to save us from each dark sin

through His blood and the power of His name.

Soul that embraces this truth should begin

to see that he need not remain the same.

 

Old things passed away, all things are made new

when thru water, Spirit we’re born again.

This teaching is not conveyed to the pew.

Many go on as carnal, unchanged men.

 

Such discourse espousing no about face,

it leaves a man in a state of disgrace.

 

 

  1. Preaching of a No Commitment Christianity

 

 

It leaves a man in a state of disgrace

when it’s not proclaimed, our need to commit.

‘Tis a fickle love, like smoke in God’s face,

spineless profession that has no true grit.

 

Like customers before a smorgasbord

that exercise their right to choose;

some have this disposition toward the Lord.

Take it, leave it attitude is bad news.

 

There’s a definite lack in preaching now

coming down from the pulpit to the pew

of importance in making holy vows,

but it is something we all need to do.

 

When committing to God there is a lack,

we don’t move forward. Our soul does draw back.

 

 

  1. Preaching of a No Compliance Christianity

 

 

We don’t move forward. Our soul does draw back

when to Scripture’s tenets we don’t adhere.

We’re like a train that is on the wrong track.

The derailment of our lives is near.

 

If to worldly practices we’re conformed;

do like everyone and try to fit in.

In our minds renewing, we’re not transformed;

know that we are on the pathway of sin.

 

God’s Word calls people to separation

of the things that are grievous in His sight.

If in this we do come to reparation,

our willful compliance brings Him delight.

 

Preaching void of devotion is hollow.

It is not the course we want to follow.

 

  1. Preaching of a No Cause Christianity

 

 

It is not the course we want to follow,

religion with no lofty, noble goal;

in self-indulgent luxury wallow,

our sinful appetites out of control.

 

We’re not our own, and with a price we’re bought.

However, seldom is it preached, this cause.

Surrender of ourselves, this truth not taught,

and many do not stop and give it pause.

 

A common goal, eat, drink and be merry

in our society does permeate.

Epicurean stance does not carry

Bible truth, nor does it hold any weight.

 

A limp and causeless Christianity,

it’s nothing short of hum drum vanity.

 

 

  1. Preaching of a No Covenant Christianity

 

 

It’s nothing short of hum drum vanity.

A no agreement type relationship

though practiced much among humanity,

for bond ‘tween God and man, it is not hip.

 

Two can’t walk together unless agreed.

On God’s terms is the way we must advance.

To try and make our will to supersede

is nothing more than a song and a dance.

 

So blessed indeed the contract that does bind

the will of creature, Creator in one.

A good end result for sure we will find.

The purpose of God, thru man can be done.

 

If covenant agreement is not preached

God’s desire for man will not be reached.

 

 

  1. Preaching of a No Consecration Christianity

 

God’s desire for man will not be reached

lest we give ourselves to consecration.

Our sacred affinity will be breached

without a whole hearted dedication.

 

Faithfully, daily laboring in prayer

if this Christian race we do want to win.

‘Tis a sign to God that we truly care,

paves the way for more lost sheep to come in.

 

Lackadaisical service will not do

in any form or on any level,

from those in the pulpit or those in the pew;

nothing short but a trick of the devil.

 

Hollowed, not hallowed, then we lose the toss

a Christianity without a cross.

 

10/1/17

Darkness Vanquished

You ruled my past.

    Like a merciless monster you

                   came to me in many forms.

                            Depression, ignorance, false doctrine,

                                       thoughts of suicide, foreboding clouds, betrayal,

                             self-loathing and feelings of doom, just

                      to name a few.  You sought to encompass my heart

        in a cocoon of hopelessness in a manner so sinister,

conniving, oppressive and strangling. So near you were

               to me that your icy cold breath felt like heavy

                         chains around my neck.

Helpless was I to penetrate your tangible shadows

until one day I found

The Light that could!

             That Light now lives in me, glows through me

                  reigns in me. I still fight you, my enemy, but

                       it is no longer in my strength alone, and I want you

                                to know that even in my toughest days,

                                      although it may feel like my flame is dim,

                                              darkness can never extinguish

                                                    even the tiniest light!

 

9/12/17

 

Much Needed Wind

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I’ve watched the societal winds of change
blowing all my life.
The transformations they’ve brought about,
to say the least, are rife.

I know of many who once served God
back in the days of old,
but contrary winds blew on their souls
causing that love to grow cold.

In the days of my childhood
marriage was a sustaining force.
Headstrong breezes blasted the family;
made it popular to get a divorce.

I remember when children were cherished by parents.
They were nurtured, loved and protected.
With the adverse winds of promiscuity
we’ve a crop of kids abused and neglected.

God was once a part of public education.
Against Him there was no rule,
until a liberal gale stirred up a storm
and blew Him right out of school.

Kids grew up reading in my day.
Now with books, they’re less and less seen.
With the advent of technological typhoons,
they’re usually glued to a screen.

So many wayward winds are blowing these days.
Much virtue and character we’ve lost.
We need a revival of the wind
that blew on the day of Pentecost.

The wind of God blew on that inaugural day.
They were filled with God’s Holy Spirit.
The gospel that truly sets men free,
with boldness, they did declare it.

Although some did not like this wind
and persecution did abound,
through the power of God that changed them,
they turned their world upside down.

Oh, for that wind to blow today.
What blessing it does impart.
It brings the change that every man needs,
and it starts within the heart!

8/31/17

Acts 2:1-4  And when the day of Pentecost was fully come, they were all with one accord in one place.
And suddenly there came a sound from heaven as of a rushing mighty wind, and it filled all the house where they were sitting.
And there appeared unto them cloven tongues like as of fire, and it sat upon each of them.
And they were all filled with the Holy Ghost, and began to speak with other tongues, as the Spirit gave them utterance.

Act 17:1-6  Now when they had passed through Amphipolis and Apollonia, they came to Thessalonica, where was a synagogue of the Jews:
And Paul, as his manner was, went in unto them, and three sabbath days reasoned with them out of the scriptures,
Opening and alleging, that Christ must needs have suffered, and risen again from the dead; and that this Jesus, whom I preach unto you, is Christ.
And some of them believed, and consorted with Paul and Silas; and of the devout Greeks a great multitude, and of the chief women not a few.
But the Jews which believed not, moved with envy, took unto them certain lewd fellows of the baser sort, and gathered a company, and set all the city on an uproar, and assaulted the house of Jason, and sought to bring them out to the people.
And when they found them not, they drew Jason and certain brethren unto the rulers of the city, crying, These that have turned the world upside down are come hither also;

I Should Not Have Looked, God Should Not Have Looked

This is dedicated to those who have ever messed up, and you feel that you have sinned so greatly that there is no hope for you. Thank God that He is merciful, and he will not turn away a truly repentant, broken and contrite heart!

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I should not have looked that fateful day.
I know that’s where it did start.
But I failed to turn my eyes away,
and lust conceived in my heart.

By her beauty I was taken.
My wicked heart, battle raged within.
Deceived by passion, I was mistaken.
With my neighbor’s wife I then did sin.

I thought perhaps none would find out
Of Bathsheba and I, defiled.
But my hopes one day gave way to doubt
when she told me that she was with child.

To my mind came a possibility to explore.
I thought it might improve my life.
Her husband I could bring home from the war
and let him spend some time with his wife.

Her husband, I did not realize
was a more honorable man than I.
My fool proof plot, it did capsize,
and here’s the reason why.

Uriah thought of those on the battlefield
who were paying the ultimate price.
To relations with his wife he would not yield
though no doubt he was enticed.

This left, I, David in a bind.
How could I cover my sin?
In the recesses of my mind
a sinister strategy formed within.

You could call it Murder I Wrote.
I had Uriah put in the battles heat.
To the army captain I sent a note
to draw back from Uriah, retreat.

And so faithful Uriah was slain
on that deplorable day,
and in my mind I did feign
with my sin I had gotten away.

But to make a long story short
God was kinder than He should have been.
He sent a prophet who brought me report
that indeed, I was guilty of sin.

Though God should not have looked with mercy on me,
I repented, and He gave me a new start.
It’s a miracle because later in Scripture we see
I’m called a man after God’s own heart!

5/31/17

The story of David, his sin with Bathsheba, murder of Uriah and the prophet coming to confront him with his sin are found in the Bible, 2 Samuel chapters 11 and 12.

This verse in the New Testament calls David a man after God's own heart.

“And when he had removed him, he raised up unto them David to be their king; to whom also he gave testimony, and said, I have found David the son of Jesse, a man after mine own heart, which shall fulfil all my will.” Acts 13:22 


 

Good Riddance, Unwelcome Visitor

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A sudden knock on her door and
she wondered
who would be calling at such
a late hour.
Peering through the peephole
the man was well dressed and looked
vaguely familiar so she
made a hasty decision
to open the door. He greeted
her warmly and asked how
she was feeling. She thanked
him for asking and stated she
was fine. He looked at her
quizzically for what seemed an
inordinate amount of time and
then slowly asked, “Are you sure?”

At that moment her knees
felt weak and the heart palpitations
began. “Maybe you better sit down,” he suggested as
he came through the door, took her
hand and settled her on the couch. He started in telling
her that high blood pressure is serious. It
can lead to strokes and
heart attacks
and even
kill
you.

He went on for what
seemed hours, using his
words to paint the very
worst case health scenarios.
Although drained and feeling faint she suddenly
realized who he was. Several years
ago, he had walked down
the corridors of her mind,
had almost killed her.

What worked then would
work now.
With trembling voice she quoted
as many “fear nots”
as she could remember and
gradually
felt her strength return.
Finally, she arose, and with the
authority of that Saving Name,
rebuked the stunned figure
who went running
for the door.

Arrivederci, Anxiety!

6/28/17