I do not know?
Fat! As a kid
Well I remember fat!
I always thought I was fat because
My brother called me “Pig!”
Pigs are fat by nature
So I thought “by nature” I am a pig
At school I looked around the room
Saw I was the only pig
The rest were human
Humans (I thought) are slender even skinny
When extra milk was given out
Teacher never selected me
Pigs not being human should be left out so I thought
Pigs should probably be penned
In my mind I was surrounded by a white board fence my feet in mud
When the class sang songs I snorted
When I was 10 mother made me go to Sunday school
The Sunday school teacher a very good kind religious sort of man told us about
How greed was a sin
I read somewhere “Greedy as a pig”
Being greedy is a sin according to the good kind religious man
Well? GUILT set in
I carried guilt around piggyback for years and YEARS!
In high school it finally dawned
I wanted a girlfriend
Pigs were out humans were in!
I lost weight FIFTY pounds!
Got me a steady girlfriend
Then I found I really was a human
What a LOUSY thing to be!
We Need God Back Into Our Schools!
There are some trying to remove God from this nation!
They do is under; “a church and state separation.”
For many years, God was taught in our schools!
Until the Supreme Court took it away, with it’s rules!
As so many young people look to fill life’s “void.”
They try many things that they think they’ll enjoy!
Rather than having God’s word to obey and live by.
They choose the kind of life that they will die by!
Drugs, sex and violence of many perverted kinds.
Are what is now filling so many young people’s minds!
Read the headlines! Many young people are stressed out!
Yet our government can’t seem to figure it out!
Another shooting… Another act of violence appears!
While any kind of answer seems to have disappeared!
The answer is not more money to solve their problem!
No matter how much the government tries to solve them!
Let me give you answer. It’s called “read the Bible 101!”
It’s time to repent to God the father, the spirit and the son!
Our young people need God brought back into their life!
And allow him to heal their brokenness and strife!
Jesus Christ is the solution for which many are asking!
Only he can give anyone a life that’s everlasting!
Please come Lord Jesus! And heal the wounded hearts!
It’s everyone one of us, that it needs to start!
No court or school can separate God’s love for you and me!
Where will you spend your eternity?
By Jim Pemberton 10/24/13
UNSUPPORTED CODE We often hear this topic across our nation.
Another person crying; “discrimination.”
In our many attempts to not discriminate.
It seems like it’s God that we seek to eliminate.
It seems like we’ve come up with our own “rules.”
And somehow have turned into a bunch of “fools.”
We accept many perversions of various kinds…
But God himself? We seem to close our minds!
In many of our lives, we’ve “kicked “ him out.
And refuse what he really is about!
The words, “In God we trust...” Our money bears it!
Anything of God? We’re afraid to share it!
It seems like the courts almost say he doesn’t exist!
And have brought much confusion into our midst!
As many say it’s “offensive” to display a cross…
Many godly values have already been lost!
It’s time to wake up America! And begin to see!
The kind of country we’re beginning to be!
A country that’s foundation is getting off course.
Being driven by a wicked and ungodly force!
Out only hope is in God! And him alone!
We must invite him back into our homes!
To God and his word we must hold secure and fast!
He is our only hope that our country will last!
By Jim Pemberton
Today, it just doesn't seem fair
That we are still able to breathe.
They have given us their air-
Our duty to lead the life they leave.
My spiritual journey is very different from other peoples because
my life has been very different from most people’s lives. The story
I relate to the most in the Bible is Job, because Job lost everything
but his faith ultimately grew stronger. As I grew up, my father was
an abuser which reminds me of Jobs abusers. Today, even my father
is dead and I have forgiven him. But I will never forget what he did.
Abuse leaves real scars and they don’t just magically go away, no matter
how blessed or spiritual you are. You may heal but there are still scars.
When I could barely put a sentence together my mother took to Max
Hickerson’s Congregational Church and I was Baptized, full emersion.
That would be the last time I went to Church, until I was an adult. To
sum it up my childhood my mother wasn’t all there, psychologically,
and my father was a dry drunk who abused my brothers and I. but mostly,
my mother. This was my first path toward righteousness.
My first religious path led me to being furious with God because when
I asked and prayed diligently for God’s for help there wasn’t any. But
later, When I felt the hollow and emptiness feeling I would go back to God.
Trough Faith and Righteousness and Eastern theology. I went back and
forth with God until I realized that I had to make a final commitment. I
chose Christianity, so I decided I go to the Theology School in Claremont
a very liberal community where all are welcome. I decided to become a
minister. In my denomination outside of STC they welcomed women
ministers. From Graduate school I decided I had to make a full commitment,
Wo I enrolled to get Masters of Divinity(mean you are a minister) and a
Doctor of Ministry(which means your qualified to teach Ministry to pastors).
I was the pastor of Metropolitan Community Church that was inter-
denominational, which meant what ever kind of religious and Christian
background you had, was respected and you were welcomed at our church.
After 4 years as a minister at the Los Angeles church, in the year 2001
I was diagnosed with a brain tumor in the left central lobe. This has made
me succumb to my handicapped and I had to give up ministry at least
church ministry. I think that all of us have our ministries. The term
“minister” just means “service” and you can serve God whether you’re
in a church or not.
My son goes to Catholic school
And hopefully he will learn the golden rule
Father, Son and the Holy Spirit
Be sure, he will hear it
He will be shown over and over again
Not now and then
That love will always prevail
Lord Jesus, we hail
Of great sacrifice
That everything has a price
That Jesus is right next to you
And if anything this is true
That all you need do is reach out
In answering your doubt
That's why my son goes to Catholic school
Because I don't want him to be a fool
Start to Scream
This is for you fine fishing folks
Who love my poems and like my jokes;
God has given a great talent to me
Which is writing I do constantly.
God greeted me with a great warning
You should go to church on Sunday morning;
After that, everything will be okay
For you to go fishing without delay.
When you want to catch a fish which is big
My Son Christ always uses a certain rig;
Holy Ghost is lure He does like the best
Which is far better that all of the rest.
God and Holy Ghost both have a way
Of, like a fish, luring you in everyday
To where is their fishing favorite spot;
So peaceful, pleasant and never hot.
Christ's wine comes with a depth and width,
Which when you drink always comes with
A piece of bread for bait they will offer
Which will be fitting and quite proper.
Fishing and going to church are related;
With God's great habits must be educated;
All of the fishing folk started to scream,
"Pray for great fishing and He will redeem."
My poems are is always
available for recommendations.
Wur in RE an the nuns are gien
oot sweeties, fur getting the kweschins right.
Three oota three, then she’s askin mae who Jesus’ mither is.
‘Ah doan’t know sista,’ ah tell hur.
She isnae happy an tells mae tae hink aboot it. So ah dae
an ah wurk oot Jesus wis god. It wis a trick kweschin,
‘he didnae hiv ah mither.’ Ma
sweet stoats aff the side ae ma heid.
She’s spittin in ma coupon fur a name, an
diggin hur digits in ma neck.
‘Ah doan’t know who Jesus’ friggin mither wis!’
Miraculously ah float tae the front ae the cless. Ma haun’s oot,
bit ah doan’t hink shill hit mae wae that big stick. Thwack!
Ah look doon it the bloody gash through ma puddlin
eyes, ‘yoo’ve broke ma haun’ ah croak,
then turn roon an boak.