Syria’s Christians and Haiti
The first Christian church was built in Syrian, as I write this the horror is killing them the new death cult regime in Syria, a cult we give money to, and not mentioned by Western media as Israel continues to bomb Gaza to their hearts content This is only possible when the bombs are free of charge courtesy of the USA
On the home front, we read about erectile dysfunction, no they are telling me who thought
my own problems were caused by the old age
Haiti, the sad state is in the news again, last time
I was there, Papa Doc, was in power he employed
Thugs, sunglasses, and sports shirts to keep order
but they harassed shopkeepers to hand over money, when Papa died his son took over, he was an idiot and any resembles of order fell apart
Port-au-Prince was a beautiful city, but now it is a vast criminalized slum, Haiti has always been poor and met resistance from other countries who were against a black sovereign state. It never got the help needed from white societies who said slaves could not a country make
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"I pray that out of his glorious riches he may strengthen you with power through his Spirit in your inner being, so that Christ may dwell in your hearts through faith ... Make every effort to keep the unity of the Spirit through the bond of peace."
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Paul prayed in Ephesus for the Ephesians who were in an infant CHRISTian church. My 1973/1984 ZONDERVAN (US edition) of the NIV (New International Version of the Bible) only capitalizes Spirit, not "he" for God. In a way this is consonant with the Gospels (John chapter 14, is the best corollary): that Jesus said it is best He leave earth, and intercede for humanity at the Father's Right Hand, while the Holy Spirit will continue the teaching He (Jesus) had begin. It is true we live in the ongoing Pentecost (Acts, chapters 1-2) which is the Age of the Holy Spirit since Jesus ascended after some 40 days after crucifixion and Resurrection (Easter). 49 days after "Easter" we celebrate the birth of the church in the holiday you may know as PENTECOST SUNDAY.
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I will continue this poem-prayer in the next Post, today, "INNER BEING strength 2." Thank you for your encouraging visits and/or comments. Shalom, shalom {[Peace]}
Christian Church Chariton Iowa Thanksgiving Sunday 1962
I saw Jesus step out of a stained glass window
He put his finger to his lips when He recognized I saw Him.
I watched Him float from the window to the top of the church
I waited for the congregation to gasp
No one did
I have never forgotten it
Bless your heart — Southern Sugah’
Pecan pies love clouds,
smothered and smothered in peaks
— fresh whipped cream, Darlin’
Sinful recipe —
sweet lil’ hymn.
Ma’am!
7/14/2018
From Wikipedia: The Bible Belt is an informal region in the Southern United States in which socially conservative evangelical Protestantism plays a strong role in society and politics, and Christian church attendance across the denominations is generally higher than the nation's average.
The tightened nut of self service
Confiscates my freedom
While at the same time
Intruding into my cherished future
I was born I was nowhere
I didn’t know I just found
My church my school my name
My people my problems my portion
The heart attack my people say my disease
My father’s epilepsy they call my share
I was born was once absent like a decease’
Intruding into my cherished future
Muslims to marry a suicide rope
In another Christian church to sing-
The doctrine forbids my cherished from
By drawing boundaries in the biblical thing
The tightened nut of self service
Who gonna help make loose?
For they say I own no nice
Intruding into my cherished future
Whatever is born is born new
Let not the old barricade
Choice to live choice to be
Let be self-service stop-
Intruding into my cherished future
My grandfather’s Grandfather grand further-
Got a road accident
Road accident’s portion
Intruded my cherished futures
I sing I sing the freedom
The model and similar blood paint
The term the differences a monstrous
Intruder into my cherished future
After years of thorough research
Total secret from Christian Church
Friends and family have no idea
I invented a perfect panacea
Crafted malleable Time Machine
No one on Earth could have foreseen
Anneal and temper machine was built
To facilitate life -- lived to the hilt
You want to go back in time with me ?
Heed the rules and then we'll see
Can’t change the past, nor save Lincoln
Not the purpose if that’s your thinking
The warp of time starts from the heart
You'll feel the change when we depart
Enclosure fits two, no more can go
Both make amends no quid pro quo
Now press the button, pull on my Vandyke
On that brave moment super nova shall strike
Abscond, attempt to destroy temporal might
Your angst will build walls no more, in flight
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Author's Note
This is Part I of an ongoing series that also,
and eventually, ties into the Templar Knight
series involving the protagonist Sir Thomas
de Charney.
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Byzantine chapel
You had to swim a few meters until the find, you had to cut right and into the
rock is stuck the cave. I always felt like a small Byzantine dome that part. An
ancient Christian church remaining to wait until the end of the times. I thought
that I saw byzantine frescos painted in stone. Dride out faces looking at me
silent and serious. Tied with humidity, clams and starfish And salt spilling on
their hair and beards. People ready to make fires. Eyes like calcined charcoal
with crabs tied In garment. Steady, hard and fair fathers, breaths sulfur. The
light flowed from the top to the center with a thin gap. Algae and sea-urchins
like spilt Censer without burning incense and green stones as offerings in the
Sanctuaries left at random. The water reaches the middle and bottom well in
solid sand. I was ashamed to come in the sanctuary of sanctuaries Alone
because their quietness is heavy and their aim holy.
Thomas Paine
United States a Founding Father
Born in Norfolk an honest English man
Me proud to be part of a true Ameri can
No summer soldier or sunshine patriot
Spoke what he thought treasure no idiot
Tyranny like hell is not so easily conquered
harder the glorious conflict amour armoured
Still being inspiration in the army of freedom
his memory surely no not just my poor poem
Lover of freedom bringing common sense
the harder the conflict, the more glorious the triumph
Hater of all the established churches
Lover of the native Indian Iroquois
But no Christian burial for him
No Christian church would receive his body for burial
The Earths end, sky, sea,
pumice stone, windward, lee;
life grasp, grey, alpine scree,
Christian Church Burren be.
Pillars, lentils, altar stone;
plucked from ancient giants bone;
life, minute, crevice formed foam;
Eire’s core, St. Patrick’s home.
Distilled essence, brightest note;
sweetest scent, verse by rote;
brilliant rainbows, oceanic motes,
Gallic laughter, limericks denote.
The Earths end, sky, sea,
Ireland, pearl in oyster be.
Grit, heart, joy and constancy.
Sorrowful soulful memory.