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This Is The Day The Lord Gave

                             ~This Is The Day The Lord Gave.~
                 That July 7 2007 was supposed to be my Birthday
                     But it turned out to be a tragic sinister day.
           That same moment my son was supposed to come in a joyful way
                      But it turned out to be a devastation day.
                                           I Prayed 
                    What was supposed to be our celebration day
                           turned out to be our darkest Friday.
                     What was supposed to be an unforgettable day
                     turned out to be a wishful forgettable Tuesday.
                                         Obscure Days
                   What was supposed to be our family reunion day
              turned out to be the birth of a hideous cancerous malady                       
                   that destroyed all of my sons upcoming healthy days.
                That Monday instead became a wounded bleeding today
                       having to listen to what the doctor had to say.
             It turned out to be 5 months chemo therapy of shadowy days.
                                        Grace From Heaven
              My sons soul awakened his spirit one night on his hospital bed
                        sleeping felt a hand pat on his shoulders
                    heard a voice,my son you will not die have faith
                      your soul will awaken and you will be cured.
                                          Today 5 Years Later
                                     Is What The Lord Gave.
                     Mother & son are miraculously extremely happy 
                            out of the hospital he was flying away  
                     no more chemo therapy & cancer out of his way. 
                      Celebrating my sons healing soul will last Today 
                            Tomorrow And All His Upcoming Days. 
                                           Thank You Lord
                                     For Giving Us That Day.
                                            A Mother
                                         Therese Bacha.  

Copyright © Therese Bacha

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Oh God When I die

                                                 Oh God When I Die

                                      Oh God when I die please let me,
                                      See the sin's from past reality,
                                      And if my deeds out wiegh bad,
                                      Then let my soul feel glad.

                                      And if I die from a lier's shame,
                                      Please allow my shameful name,
                                      To be among the forgiven with pride,
                                      Knowing your grace has given me a guide 

                                      From death to light le me see,
                                      That eternity is my reward from thee,
                                      And infinite love of peace from you,
                                      For your promise is eternaly true.

Copyright © Michael S. Johnson

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My Lord

                                                            My Lord
                                         Will you heal this heart from hate,
                                         For it takes away my lifes meaning to relate.
                                         At a time when prayer is given from pride,
                                         And the blessings from your hand are defied.

                                         Can you ever forgive my broken soul,
                                         For it holds my sins of unworthy goals.
                                         Goals of lust through desirable pain,
                                         Just to satisfy ones own hateful gain.

                                         My Lord please build in me your love,
                                         So that I can be charitable thereof.
                                         Let my foot steps lighten the load,
                                         And keep me from behaving so bold.

                                        And when I lay asleep at night,
                                        Please left this burdens so I can fight.
                                        Fight to see your love in me fulfilled,
                                        Knowing that it helps to feed my will..

Copyright © Michael S. Johnson

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Where I Come From

Where I’m from
Would you like to know
Where I was born
From whose seeds I sow
Not from the hill country
Where beautiful flowers bloom
Not by the river
Where brides marry in June
But I’m from a place
You’ve never been
I’m from the depths of hearts so true
I’m from the soul of hearts once blue
I’m from the joy of what’s meant to be
I’m from a place you dream to see
I am an angel
I’m from above
I was born in a city
I come from love.

By Patricia Templeton

Copyright © Patricia Mitchell

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Growth in understanding the faith

Thanks to the assistance of the Eternal Holy Spirit
The understanding of both the realities 
The words of the heritage of faith 
Able to grow in the life of the Church

Through the contemplation
Study of believers who ponder things in their hearts
Is in particular theological research which deepens knowledge of revealed truth

From intimate sense of spiritual realities which believers experience
The Sacred Scriptures grow with the one who reads them

From the teaching of those who have received
Along with their right of succession in the episcopate
The sure charism of truth

It is clear therefore that
In the supremely wise arrangement of EternalGod
SSacred tradition
Sacred Scripture
And the Magisterium of the Church are so connected
That one of them cannot stand without the others
Working together
Each in its own way
Under the action of the Eternal Holy Spirit
They all contribute effectively to the salvation of souls

Copyright © Jacqueline R. Mendoza

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Deadly Flames Of Religion

An adopted culture inculcated into individuals with packages full of half truths blended with interests so personal as the convictions of its prey are bought too cheaply. A never fully understood process a system either ambiguous or full of darkness yet commands dedication and loyalty Far from being a lifestyle a pretender; so hypocritical to spirituality and a sworn enemy to freedom appears as the light but comes in a flash and leaves total darkness its actual and true nature. So well obeyed and diligently served powerful and mighty as it is a master in manipulating the mind. It's cage is heavy with thick Iron rods very small and compressive but having no lock, want to come out? Simply open the door and emancipate yourself. You need not follow the doctrine of man to be spiritual a mortal guide is ideal but finding your own understanding is the most appropriate or else, you'd be burnt by the deadly flames of religion
NOTE: There is a huge difference between being spiritual and being religious. Even in Christianity, Jesus Christ condemned the pharisees and Sadducees over and over again.. Why? They were religious and not spiritual!

Copyright © Funom Makama

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The New Testament

The Word of Eternal God
Which is the power of Eternal God for salvation to everyone who has faith
Is set forth 
Displays its power in a most wonderful way in the writings of the New Testament
Which hand on the ultimate truth of Eternal God’s Revelation
Their central object is Jesus or Father Christ
Eternal God’s incarnate Son
His acts
Mission and glorification 
His Church’s beginnings under the spirit’s guidance

The Gospels are the heart of all Scriptures
Because they are our principal source for the life 
Teaching of the incarnate Word
Our Savior

We can distinguish three stages in the formation of the Gospels

The life and teaching of Jesus or Father Christ
The Church holds firmly that the four Gospels
Whose historicity she unhesitatingly affirms
Faithfully hand on what Jesus
The Eternal Son of Eternal God
While He lived among men
Really did and taught for their salvation
Until the day when He was taken up

The oral tradition 
After the ascension of the Lord
The apostles  handed onto their hearers what they had said and done
But with fuller understanding which they
Instructed by the glorious events of Father Christ 
Enlightened by the spirit of truth
Now enjoyed

The written Gospels
The sacred authors
In writing the four gospels
Selected certain of the many elements which had been handed on
Either orally or already in written form
Others they senthesized or explained with an eye to the situation of the Churches
While sustaining the form of preaching
But always in such a fashion that they have told us the honest truth about Jesus

The fourfold Gospel holds a unique place in the Church
As is evident both in the veneration which the liturgy  accords it 
In surpassing attraction it has exercised on the saints at all times

There is no doctrine which could be better
More precious
More splendid than the text of the Gospel
Behold and retain what our Lord and Master
Father Christ
Has taught by His words and accomplished by His deeds

But above all it’s the Gospels that occupy my mind when I’m at prayer
My poor soul has so many needs
Yet this is the one thing needful
I’m always finding fresh lights there
Hidden and enthralling meanings


Copyright © Jacqueline R. Mendoza

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Zindagi wo nahi, JO Nazar Ati Hai Tum Ko
Yeh To Chalti Howi Sansoo Ka Safar Hoti Hai
Yeh To Bekiri Howi Yadoon Ka Mazhar Hoti Hai
Yeh To Totay Howay Lafzoon  Ka Nasar Hoti Hai
Zindagi!  To Naam Hai Us Insaneyat Ka
Jes Ki azmat Ka Yakin! Farashtoon Nay Sajday may Kiya
Zindagi! To paygham Hai Us Jazbay Ka
Jis Ka Safar Soraj Ki Kirnoo Say shuru Hota Hai
Zindagi, Us Katab Ki Manind Hai 
Jis Ka Unwaan !  Musafar Ki Akasi Karta hai
Zindagi To Kahani Hai Us Musafarat Ki     
 Jis Ki Manzil Soraj Kay goroob ! Honay Tek Hoti Hai
Zindagi To Naam Hai Us Rishtay Ka 
Jis Ka Raabta !  Rooh Or Jism Kay Darmiyan Hota Hai
Zindagi To Ahsaas Hai Us Mohabat Ka
Jis Ka Ahtamaam ! Khuda Nay Jannat Bana Kay Kiya
Yeh Wo Bewafa Hai Jo Khudi Kay Daway Kay Bawajood 
Khud Apnay Wojood Ko Pal may ! Tanha Kar deyti Hai Zindagi
Zindagi Salaam Ho Tuj Pay Kay Teri  Baqa Kay Leyeh
Qudarat Nay Shub-o-rooz Ko Sajaya Hai ! Zindagi Kay Leyeh

Copyright © Shaista Mansoor

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In Brief

What Father Christ entrusted to the apostles
In turn handed on by their preaching and writing
Under the inspiration of the Eternal Holy Spirit
To all generations
Until Father Christ return in glory

“Sacred Tradition and Sacred Scripture make up a single deposit of the Word of Eternal God”
In which
In a mirror
The pilgrim Church contemplates Eternal God
In her doctrine
Life and worship perpetuates
Transmits to every generation all that she herself is
All that she believes

Thanks to its supernatural sense of faith
The People of Eternal God as a whole never ceases to welcome
Penetrate more deeply
And to live more fully from the gift of divine Revelation

The task of interpreting the Word of Eternal God
AAuthentically been entrusted solely to the Magisterium of the Church
That is
To the Pope
The bishops in communion with Him


Copyright © Jacqueline R. Mendoza

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The senses of Scripture

According to an ancient tradition
One can distinguish between two senses of Scripture
The literal and spiritual
The latter being subdivided into
Moral and 
Anagogical senses

The profound concordance of the four senses
Guarantees all its richness to the living reading of Scripture in the Church

The literal sense is the meaning conveyed by the words of Scripture
And discovered byexegesis
Following the rules of sound interpretation
All other senses of Sacred Scripture are based on the literal

The spiritual sense
Thanks to the unity of Eternal God’s plan
Not only the text of Scripture 
But also the realities and
About which it speaks can be signs

The allegorical sense
We can acquire a more profound understanding of events
By recognizing the significance in Father Christ
Thus the crossing of the Red sea
Is a sign or type of Father Christ’s victory
And also of Christian baptism

The moral sense
Events reported in Scripture ought  to lead us justly
As St. Paul says
They were written for our instruction

The anagogical sense
We can view realities and
Events in terms of their eternal significance
Leading us toward our true homeland
Thus the Church on earth is a sign of the heavenly Jerusalem

A medieval couplet summarizes the  significance of the four senses
The letter speaks of deeds; Allegory to faith
The moral how to act; Anagogy our destiny

It is the task of exegetes to work
According to these rules
Toward a better understanding and
Explanation of the meaning of Sacred Scripture
In order that their research may help the Church to form firmer judgment


Copyright © Jacqueline R. Mendoza

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The Old Testament

It was apostolic tradition that the Church discerned writings
To be included in the list of Sacred Books
This complete list is called the canon Scripture
It includes 46 books for the Old Testament
45 if we account Jeremiah and Lamentations as one

The Old Testament is dispensable part of Sacred Scripture
Its books are divinely inspired and
Retain a permanent value
For the Old Covenant has never been revoked
The economy of the Old Testament was deliberately so oriented
That it should prepare for and declare in prophecy in the coming of Father Christ
Redeemer of all men
Even though they contain matters imperfect and provisional
The books of the Old Testament
Bear witness to the divine pedagogy of Eternal God’s saving love
These writings are a storehouse of sublime teaching of Eternal God and
Of sound wisdom on human life
As well as a wonderful treasury of prayers
In them
The mystery of our salvation is present in a hidden way

Christians venerate the Old Testament as true Word of Eternal God
The Church has always vigorously opposed
The idea of rejecting the Old Testament
Under the pretext that the New
Has rendered it void (Marcionism.

Copyright © Jacqueline R. Mendoza

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			Although they go forth weeping
			carrying the seed to be sown,
			They shall come back rejoicing
					Psalm 124

The furrows of our beginnings lie barren: cystic Seeds fallen between the rows; statues of clods
Represent still stages shadowing scenes


Ancient ones, rooted by the river, grow
Like their mother willows: weeping tears
To barren seeds rains have forgotten to fall on.

(Who or what will germinate their souls?)

The plow masters have gone to wilderness:
Wandering trails of bygone labors; the
Plow sheds have gone empty; bellows
Have lost their harvest winds.

Fields, in shadows of mountains, await
The coming of the rain goddess; we
In memories of acacia dreams,
Sprinkle phoenix ashes;

Whispering sacred words 
To dormant seeds we have sown: 
Indeed, faith will bring the harvest. 

Copyright © millard lowe

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Inspiration and Truth of Sacred Scripture

Eternal God is the author of Sacred Scripture
The divinely revealed realities
Which are contained
Presented in the text of Sacred Scripture
Have been written down under the inspiration of Eternal Holy Spirit
They have Eternal God as their author
Have been handed on as such to the Church herself

Eternal God inspired the human authors of the Sacred books
To compose the sacred books
Eternal God chose men who
All the faculties
So that
Though he acted in them
By them
It was true authors that they consigned to writing
Whatever he wanted written
No more

The inspired books teach the truth
Since therefore all that the inspired authors
Sacred writers affirm should be regarded as affirmed by the Eternal Holy Spirit
We must acknowledge that the books of Scripture firmly
Without error teach that truth which Eternal God 
For the sake of our salvation
Wished to see confided to the Sacred Scriptures

The Christian faith is not a religion of book
Christianity is the religion of the “Word” of Eternal God
A word which is not written
Mute Word
But the Word which is incarnate
If the Scriptures are not to remain a dead letter
Father Christ
The eternal Word of the living Eternal God
Through the Eternal Holy Spirit
Open our minds to understand the Scriptures

Copyright © Jacqueline R. Mendoza

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Give your heart not your head
Give up hatred and live in peace
Give in a little but have boundaries
Give to the less fortunate instead of being selfish
Give first and receive last
Give freely without resentment
Give all worries to Jesus or live in constant turmoil
Give love to the unloved or risk their wrath of anger
But, the most important is to….

Give all of yourself to Jesus and He will show you the true meaning of the word …. GIVE……..

Copyright © Erin Soares-Anselmi

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Christ Child

In eternity past, the Father asks the Son to go down.
Having equal Love for humans the "Yes" comes fast.
When Creation leads to time, the world waits for 4 BC
Marking the start of the end of Satan's long rule at last.

Did Satan laugh at the poor setting for Jesus' birth here?
A cry in a cave for animals pierces the night, changing all.
Shepherds worship; later wise kings give precious gifts.
Mary and Joseph marvel, yet Herod's rage soon gives a call.

A call to leave quickly to Egypt where they'll live as refugees.
Sparing the Christ child a merciless death of those under three.
When Herod finally dies, Jesus' parents head back to Israel.
Still not fully safe from mad rule, Nazareth is their destiny.

Here the child will grow to be a man, following His parents rule.
Surprising the Pharisees with His wisdom at 12, at 30 riling them.
Preaching with authority, healing the incurable, loving the humble.
Women weep repenting at his feet; one's healed by touching his hem.

Zacchaeus risks going into a tree and finds Jesus' salvation so free.
Nicodemus comes at night to ask and ends amazed he's met God's Son
The Woman at the Well gets far more vital water than the usual kind.
And many healed can't but tell others of the miracle God has done.

The babe in the manger now stills the storm and his disciples believe
Even seeing the dead arise, like Lazarus in the tomb for four days.
Foretelling a greater rising coming but not before immense suffering.
The sword Mary was told would pierce her heart is soon on its way.

For most religious leaders cannot tolerate Jesus' lack of respect for them.
Calling them whitewashed tombs and pointing pride out to Pharisees.
Not endearing Himself with the establishment, but following God's way.
Knowing soon He'd be betrayed, arrested, tried and tortured brutally.

Still, he calmly feeds them body bread and blood wine in a final feast.
Tells them the Spirit comes, and prays they'd be one like Father and Son.
Heads to the Garden, prays to His Father for another way if possible.
Your will be done ends and the soldiers come and with Judas kiss it's done.

The most pure, innocent Man who's ever lived is now in hostile hands.
A trial by dark without witness or any rights – and off to Pontius Pilate.
Then Herod then back to Pilate whose wife dreamed Jesus was innocent.
But the people's cries to crucify win over – Jesus caught in intrigue's net.

The child of Bethlehem now hung on a Cross between two criminals.
The Light of the World by darkness and our sins is being slowly slain.
Feeling forsaken by God, but then "Into Your hands I commit my spirit."
Reunited and soon to show the world that this Child was no ordinary one.

Risen as Jesus predicted, for how can death conquer everlasting, perfect life?
From childhood to adult not one sin, not once yielding to Satan's temptations.
Proving we can have life eternal if we confess and believe in Jesus as our Savior.
Calling His followers in risen form to await the Spirit and share Christ to the nations

Copyright © Scott Bronner

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Faith and understanding

What moves us to believe is not the fact that revealed truths 
Appear as true and intelligible in the light of our natural reason
We believe because the authority of Eternal God Himself who reveals them
Who can neither deceive nor be deceived
So that the submission of our faith nevertheless be in accordance with reason
Eternal God willed that external proofs of his Revelation
Should be joined to the internal help of the Eternal Holy Spirit
Thus the miracles of Father Christ and the saints
The Church’s growth and holiness
Her fruitfulness and stability are the most certain signs of divine Revelation
Adapted to the intelligence of fall
They are motives of credibility
Which show that the assent of faith is by no means a blind impulse of the mind

Faith is certain
It is certain than all human knowledge 
Because it is founded at the very word of Eternal God who cannot lie
To be sure
Revealed truths can seem obscure to human reason and experience
The certainty that the divine light gives is  greater than that
Which the light of natural reason gives
Ten thousand difficulties do not make one doubt

Faith seeks understanding 
It is intrinsic to faith that a believer desires to know better
The One in whom he has put his faith
To understand better what He has revealed
A more penetrating knowledge will in turn call forth a greater faith
Increasingly set afire by love
The grace of faith opens the eyes of our hearts
To a lively understanding of the contents of Revelation
That is
Of the reality of Eternal God’s plan and the mysteries of faith
Of their connection with each other with Father Christ
The center of the revealed mystery
The same Eternal Holy Spirit constantly perfects faith by his gifts
So that Revelation may be more and more profoundly understood
In the words of St. Augustine
I believe
In order to understand 
And I understand 
The better to believe
Or can truth ever contradict truth
Methodical research in all branches of knowledge
Provided it is carried out in a truly scientific manner
Does not override moral laws
Can never conflict with the faith
Because the things of the world 
The things of faith derive from the same Eternal God
The humble and persevering investigator of the secrets of nature is being led
As it were
By the hand of Eternal God in spite of Himself
For it is Eternal God 
The conserver of all things
Who made them what they are


Copyright © Jacqueline R. Mendoza

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Souls Departure

“Souls Departure”

Good-bye my lifeless temple
You housed my soul 
Therein we have seen and done many things
Together we stood tall
Above all adversity
I remember everything
The good and the bad experiences
For I am the truth of your heart
And action
The path my limbs walked
With the free will you had
Departing from this mortal world
Decay inevitable or not
My good deeds will keep me company
To reside forever
Yes there is life after death 
In the realm of truth
To be forgiven for my sins
As those left behind pray for me
Elevated I pray to be 
As every day passing 
 My life will be played before me
The good as well as the bad
On the day of resurrection 
Together we will rise
To find out status in the palace in the sky

Copyright © Shining Bright

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Time to wake up

Time to wake up

Hi my name is reality and I’m here to wake you up
You been wondering around in fantasy much to long
I want you come with me to a place you cannot run
I try not to be mean or cruel and I know truth hurts
But it is far better than letting you walk blind and lost
Getting to know me can be hard at first but worth it
You will need knowledge, courage, endurance and faith
With these things you will be able to face me without fear
The one who possess these gifts you will need to seek Him
Jesus is his name Son of God creator of heaven and earth
So follow me and seek Jesus for the blind will never see
I am not here to save you but to put on the path to follow Him
I am not all about bad news or tragedy but also good news
The good news is Jesus loves you so much he created me Reality.

Copyright © Erin Soares-Anselmi

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Christmas trees eight feet tall,
Some bigger still.
Colored bulbs to warm the heart,
It gives the child a thrill.

Trees on both sides of the altar,
When altars were marbled art.
The tabernacle in the center,
Crosses not far apart.

Church ceilings were painted then,
A beauty to behold.
Angels, clouds and cherubim,
The holy story told.

Sometimes I'd sneak inside,
Lay down by the first pew.
The magnificence of a small town church,
Ceilings and walls with a view.

When the organ played and people sang,
A new world opened here.
This is truly Christmas,
I was so proud to be near.

No jeans or shorts or T Shirts,
Even children dressed the part.
Celebrating the Christmas season,
Amidst magnificent art.

Ladies wore pretty dresses,
Men with a suit and tie.
Praising God dressed in their finest,
Christmas music could make one cry.

Alas, it's but a memory,
Of small towns so long ago.
We still love you dear Lord Jesus,
But why it changed we do not know.


Copyright © Raymond Morgan

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One Pair Of Hands

"Make it your work with your hands".  1 Thessalonians 4:11

My dad was a coal miner,
Worked with his hands all day.
As evening came, he took time,
To fold those hands and pray.

A pick  and shovel were the tools,
16 tons for his pay.
Calloused hands gave this service,
It is the miner's way.

A family to feed, clothe and guide,
A home where we gathered with love.
That's how it is in Windber, PA,
With guidance from above.

He taught me how to prune a tree,
To mow the lawn and such.
Landscaping and trim the hedge,
It really was not much.

Your hands, he would say,
Are guided by God's Son.
He healed the sick, raised the dead,
Christ is the special one.

He raised His hands in prayer,
Loaves and fishes He did serve.
Broke bread and served the wine,
More than we deserve.

These hands nailed to a tree,
An innocent man condemned.
They bled as He asked His Father,
Please bring it to an end.

One day we will be with Him,
In glorious heaven lands.
Please find a place for your servant,
Look at these working hands.


Copyright © Raymond Morgan

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Thanksliving 2014

"Let us be thankful" Hebrews 12:28

Times are tough this year,
Seems we should cry.
Many lost their jobs,
Please Lord, tell me why.

The pain will not go away,
Doctors tried for months.
What can we do now,
We don't have many wants.

Foreigners flood our land,
The the few jobs that remain.
Want everything for free,
Bring us peace again.

Our leaders do not care,
Destroy our given rights.
Christians persecuted everywhere,
We are to weak for fights.

Sodom and Gomorrah,
The ancient days of Rome.
Lifestyles that destroyed these nations,
Now legal in our home.

One Nation Under God,
You gave this land to be.
Those elected do not believe in you,
We live in misery.

Help us find our way,
Top return to One God.
Then we will have Thanks-living,
Where your faithful ones once trod.


Copyright © Raymond Morgan

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Holy Passion

ALERT: A carpenter's son is loose in the Temple
Birds flutter, animals hustle, merchants scream.
The zeal for Jesus' Father's house consumes Him
As the place for foreigners to pray had become a zoo.
ALERT: A prophet is setting up for a Baal battle.
Baal's priests even cut themselves yet no fire.
After taunting, Elijah fills his altar with water.
Calling on God, fire consumes and people bow.
ALERT: An old man is building a huge boat ship.
Without a cloud in the sky and only son's to help.
When finished the animals come on call to board.
Rain starts, doors close – 8 saved by holy passion.
ALERT: Jesus is telling a tax collector he'll join him for dinner.
Heedless of the Pharisees despising and the crowd's surprise.
Zacchaeus totally changes – offering to multiply stolen money.
A single sinner saved multiplies even more this holy passion.
ALERT: Peter plus are preaching in the Temple again.
After being imprisoned for just that, now rearrested.
Whipped by the authorities, the disciples rejoice -
For they've been counted worthy to suffer with Christ.

ALERT: Daniel's praying openly even after it's become illegal.
The royal advisers gleefully have the king throw him to the lions.
Strangely they don't seem hungry till after Daniel is pulled out.
So the king openly praises Daniel's God for this amazing miracle.
DOUBLE ALERT: Jesus is talking to a Samaritan woman!!!!
Breaking cultural barriers to share the message of salvation
To her who has been married 5 times and is living with the 6th.
She believes he's the Messiah and brings the town to Christ!
ALERT: Paul's going back into the same town that stoned him.
He's preaching again after shipwreck, jail, beatings, and such.
Persecution seems to encourage Paul that he's doing the right.
Passionately following the Savior who turned Him 180 degrees.
ALERT: Bible translators burned at the stake for God's Word.
Missionaries avoid death and disease long enough to share life.
Stirring Holy Passion in receptive people who repeat the cycle.
Changing cultures in bondage into those sharing Jesus' love.
ALERT: What passion has the Lord put on your heart? Mine?
Can we pray to see His will find its way in our everyday lives
So the lost shall see, hear, find Christ and grow to share Him?
Eternity is forever, this life is not. Fill us Lord with holy passion.

Copyright © Scott Bronner

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Pharisee went into the Temple to pray
Sure of his goodness and love for God
He prayed confidently about his deeds
Fasting, tithing, praying, He did faithfully
This man was glad when the sinner came
Into the Temple with eyes downcast.
For it gave a perfect contrast to himself.
So he thanked God he wasn't like this sinner.
Sinner was bowed so very low before God.
"God have mercy on me a sinner." he whispered.
No list of good uttered, as he could see none.
Jesus said Sinner not Pharisee was justified.
Simon the Pharisee invited Jesus over to eat.
Simon didn't have servants wash Jesus feet
He didn't kiss Jesus or draw near for fear,
Fear of what others Pharisees would think.
In came a sinful woman with unkempt hair.
She wept at Jesus feet without looking up.
Carefully she wiped these feet with her hair.
Simon was now sure Jesus was no prophet
A prophet could surely tell she was a sinner.
How could he let her touch him that way?
Reading Simon's thoughts Jesus taught.
Using this contrast in real life as a lesson.
He asked Simon if there were two debts
One greater, one lesser and both forgiven.
Who would feel greater love and gratitude?
Simon replied, "The one whose debt was greater"
"Correct" said the One who would pay all debts.
Those who know their debt to God is great.
Are filled with greater love toward the Savior.
Simon showed he had little need for the Christ.
But to the woman. Jesus said, "You sins are forgiven."
"Go and sin no more." She stood free and esteemed
Precious are those who come humbly to the Lord
He will forgive and welcome them to His Family forever.
Humility. Pride. Contrast. Mixed in all of us.
People who come to God feeling worthless, Christ lifts up.
People striding in proudly, Jesus humbles to allow entry.
For the Lord's Kingdom's door is incredibly low.
So low that we enter only through true confession
From the heart to Jesus as Savior who humbled Himself
Coming down from glory to earth's mess to make a Way.
By humbling Himself on a Cross – Universe's God tortured.
Jesus contrast makes ours seem small – so why wait?
May we take the humble road to Life, risen Christ made.
Joining God's family of forgiven, freed, joyful sinners.
New life's contrast with old will grow as we follow Him.
By a thankful sinner now saint by Jesus' grace

Copyright © Scott Bronner

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King of Kings,
And Lord of Lords.
And He shall reign,
Forever and ever.

Are these not the words of Christmas?
Did Jesus lose Sovereignty after His birth?
Do we just forget this through the year,
Does the Son of God lose His worth?

The Christian Faith lives in a Person,
Not just an accepted creed.
He was born, lived, died and arose from the dead,
This is the Christianity we need.

Christ is the personal, Living Center,
Of all things we believe.
He remains the Church's Sovereign,
His resurrection saved you and me.

We know the enjoyments of this life,
The pleasures that come our way.
But the Christian belief within us,
Helps us make it through the day.

Christianity is more than a history,
Of ancient writings told.
It is the very source of truth,
That comforts when we are old.

We are different Christians than our parents,
Who lived a life so true.
They gave the love and knowledge,
That would guide and comfort you.

We are challenged to pass this message,
A belief in God and His son.
So that our children may know and learn,
He truly is the one.

This Easter is a reminder,
Of the Christmas message brought to all.
It took His Death and Resurrection,
To save us from the Fall.


Copyright © Raymond Morgan

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     THE PROMISE...   

Been said and is always true;
the truth knocked down
and crushed to the ground
will always rise again and again:
so must we---now.

No longer in these times that try
our souls, can we be
like hewed portions of humanity
laying along a mildewy path of progress.
Get up Brotha!  Get up Sistha!
It's today---not tomorrow
that awaits our rising...

We are but mere tasters of the milk and honey;
let us not forget the pursuit of the source.
It's not for us to yet seat ourselves at the banquet table;
but to labor on---struggling and preparing the feast table
for generations who are yet to come to fullness of the promise:
The moving cloud---having moved---continues beyond
the mountain top---to hover above the fertile valley below;
and we are destined to receive that which He's promised to bestow.

Copyright © millard lowe

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Why do they hate so?
They expound forgiveness
But malign half of humanity
It is the gravest sin
That they do not wish to know

The human race cannot exist
Without a mixture of men and women
Men crave priority
While the woman is meant to follow

Through ignorance and machismo
They delete themselves from posterity
The creed of embracing all that they preach
Forgotten when selecting the gods
That inhabit their one sided hierarchy

They court and woo controversy
Discriminating on a grand scale
The X chromosome
Must have only a reproductive role
Of no spiritual worth

A selfish message they send
To future generations
Today will be tomorrows past
Spitefulness will be all they have to tell
To a more liberal generation
Who may think ; what the hell!

The stain of no sisterly love
Does imperil
The hard fought for longevity of a church
That for some is the centre of society

Stifling female advancement
Is a wanton disregard for the maker
Who created all in his image
We are told that
He loves us all
No matter if we wear pants or skirts
The soul it seems has no sex

Side-lined for their femininity
Traduced for being as god created
Women are second class in a world
Where acceptance of the divine
Should outweigh gender dog fighting

A shaky foundation is today’s Christian ethos
The lack of understanding and
The ability to forgive
Has reduced respect for a beacon of society
A grievous and irrevocable manoeuvre

The male domination of the soul
Is but a wilful and audacious folly
The human race will not exist
If women are thought of as a bother

To look at the future of the church
Is to gaze into a cloudy ball
The smoke of destruction evident to all about
Except the Don Quixotes
Who stubbornly fight the inevitable
Bolstered by their own ill will

The health of the church
Is paramount for its survival
The acceptance of those who believe
Irrespective of their genes will extend
The work on earth of Christ above
Let us worship and serve god as one                

Copyright © evrod samuel

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Creation, Curse and Promise

Since eternity past God the Father Son & Holy Spirit dwelled in unity and sweet fellowship.
Then Three-In-One decided to make a marvelous universe with an earth for life to dwell.
Creating an amazing array of creatures was the easy part – the risk was on the last made.
For unlike other creatures, man & woman were made in God's likeness with a Spirit.

That Spirit communicated with God, and harmony reigned as earth was well cared for.
Freedom to do was great – limited by but one tree that the humans were not to ear from.
At that tree, Satan disguised himself as an innocent snake and asked the woman questions.
Did God really say don't eat from this tree?  Well, that's to keep you from becoming like Him.

Look its fruit is beautiful and one bite and you'll know what God does and be Jehovah's equal.
Eve was confused, for this didn't sound like what Adam said God told her, but wouldn't it be grand.
If God is so good, why would he keep this secret from us of being able to be like Him – is He jealous?
The firm, juicy fruit was indeed delicious, and she quickly called Adam to taste, which soon he did.

A small act? Every war, family problem, anger, hatred, lie, killing, stealing, rape, abuse came herefrom.
The beauty of God's creation was now marred with sin that affected every part with death and decay.
God graciously gave Adam & Eve animal skins for no longer would they live in Eden's perfect climate.
From now on there would be sweat for the food they ate and exceedingly great pain during childbirth.
Even their firstborn would murder their second, starting the cycle of revenge and killing that's ongoing.

Yet God also made a promise that one would come who would crush Satan's head while being bruised.
"In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God and the Word was God" clues us in to who.
For God's Son Himself would come to teach, heal and offer His life on a Cross to destroy our death curse.
Our sins He would bear and in rising He's seal the promise of eternal life, so great we Jesus' love for us.

For Jesus the cost was unbelievably high, and for us the reward is incredibly great – if we but accept.
Accept that I am a sinner, I've done wrong and need God's forgiveness to live with His perfection.
Accept that Jesus can do what I cannot – change my heart, make my Spirit alive to forever live with God.
This being GOD, the promise of heaven and new earth is sure, though pain lies in between.  Choose now.

For GOD and all creation cry out – this is what life is meant for – to know and love One's Maker.
As humans we live eternally with or apart from God, and His great desire is that we choose with.
But just as an earthly Father cannot force true love, nor does our Heavenly Father – He waits.
Though He made all and knows beginning from end, he waits and yearns that we receive His love.

Then love and be loved by Jesus in life's harshness & delight, sharing that love with other lost children
To work in harmony with the One who made us, makes life new again as our spirit is filled with new life.
There can be dry days when we don't feel His presence, and others so full that we want to shout for joy.
The fact is Our Father GOD, our Savior Jesus, the Holy Spirit, are always with us and never will leave us. Amen.

Copyright © Scott Bronner

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The Power Of A Flower


Time for tea, early afternoon,
Pretty flowers on the cup.
Does it taste any better,
Will it life us up?

Perhaps if the cup were plain,
It would taste just as good.
Flowers add beauty,
As we know it should.

Roses for the lady,
Makes any day so grand.
Gorgeous in a vase,
Special in her hand.

The wedding hall so fine,
Flowers every where.
Festive love and beauty,
They show that people care.

The garden home so new,
This life we now do share.
Spreading love and happiness,
Flowers add a special flair.

A new-born cries,
A mother smiles.
Flowers brighten the room,
For a special child.

The years just seem to fly,
Children here and gone.
Celebrations blessed with color,
Flowers made it a home.

Now the bugle blows Taps,
Another patriot gone.
Flowers cover his grave,
Lord, please welcome him home.


Copyright © Raymond Morgan

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Message from God

Message from God

I love myself
More than any
But it’s bad
Someone says
I can’t see or watch
But hear 
Even when closed ears
‘Ts from inside
Reminds to love all
And nature
‘Ts God
@Sunilalgama November 2013

Copyright © Sunil Algama

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A highway to heaven
They who created him above
Claim to have
Despite their hands
Washed in the blood of all who oppose
Their reverential unchanging dogma

Centuries of blinding
Those that willingly believe
Has embolden those that
Profess to know the
Secrets of life and of eternity

How loud they cry of the holiness of
God’s divinity
They denounce all but
The complex mutually exclusive tenets
They forcefully expound

Up on high is salvation
One usually starts the journey
After languishing in a grave
No one has yet returned
To tell tales of nirvana above

You must believe what your senses say
Is definitely untrue
If you do not it’s the inquisition for you
Giving two fingers to
The creed of live as you will
Those that have a control streak
Lambast any wavy interpretation
Of life on this earth

We must cherish our individuality
Groupings abound
But you must never forget
To ask – what about me ?

Religion is a celebration
Of our living on this earth
We should celebrate him above
And not dogma
Preached with bellicose sentimentality

Clues in nature suggest a powerful
Presence among us
A seed encapsulates the wonders
That his might can achieve
A tree is his gift to us he loves

Rods of insensitive philosophy
That the tenets of faith expound
Show humanity as its most brutal
Why cant we just be at peace
And not be harassed by religiosity

When a man needs another to know his maker
He can easily be fooled
No active intelligence is needed
Nor access to a creed
To know him
That fulfils our needs

God is love
Hope gives peace
Kindness and fraternity is to be cherished
Love your brother
No matter what his faith

Copyright © evrod samuel