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According to Matthew's recording of the Gospel story, Jesus' genealogy consists of a total of 47 names.* Four of them are women. Of the 47 names, I am familiar with 23 of them. That is less than half the total. Of the 23 with whom I am knowledgeable, very little is said of 6 of them. Most, but not all of this list consists of The Messianic linage. The others like Zara and Urias are on the list are there because they are a part of the story. They are important because they are linked to the story, not to the Messiah's ancestry. Who was Azor, and what did he do? Solomon I know; but who was Akim, and what did he do?
As the Christmas Season begins, I am reflecting upon matters pertaining to the birth of Christ. In so during, I began to consider our roll in God's Master Plan and our contentment, or the lack thereof, in letting God decide who becomes simply a person mentioned in the story or one who 'stands out' as renown, and plays a large roll in the unveiling of God's Great Plan for mankind.
And so I am forced to ask myself a few questions. Am I okay with relative invisibility with no one knowing my name? Are I okay with being someone name Ram or Shealtiel or Mattan? Am I happy with who I am and the purpose for which God has chosen for me? Are I willing to let God decide?
My thoughts regarding this list are simple, but as I meditated upon this list I was moved and stirred by the fact that each person in the Messianic linage contributed by procreating equally down through the centuries and eventually brought forth the Master Plan of God. Each of them was vital whether their name was Nahshon or David, Tamar or Ruth, Elihud or Judah.
May we be counted among those who simply do what the Lord told and led us to do with little regard for what great things others might be doing. May our names hold firmly to their place on God's listing whether or not they ever grace the pages of any literary piece. Indeed, may we anticipate our names being in the Lamb's Book of Life.
Relative to the Christmas Season, in January as we look back toward Christmas and the needy, may it be said of us, "They have done what they could". **
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*KJV
**Mark 14:8
Written: March 29, 2025, for contest, Sponsored by Brian Strand
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she's a dazzling beauty mark,
upon my love line
thoughts that cascade
like vibrant waves on a dreamy river
my quirky paper clip connection—
a mirror reflecting my lunar madness
the sparkle of a diamond
I skillfully polish
my steadfast comforter
from day to night
where delight mingles with
sappy tears, speaking of longing
leaving me wordless and breathless
the susurration of the sea
carries away my pain
an eremitic journey unfolds
whispers woven on a gossamer breeze
I cannot cry out
even as the sun bathes the world in light
haunted by lurking shadows
I strive to untangle
the weight of my ancestry
yet within me, silent screams stir
visions of escape dance on the horizon
yearning for liberation from this burden
hand-woven gossamer dreams—
and you
a veil of verses, coy words—
and you
a lace of tunes, quivering lips—
and you
an amethyst voice, love’s melody—
and you!
that’s who I am in the mirror of love—
you!
stolen blossoms linger
on each breath,
sighing promises
with every kiss—
a yearning void
aching to be filled,
touch-written love,
shrouded in mist
each page adorned
with velvet kisses
to believe is to surrender
a silent farewell as
the final tabs close
a soft kiss leaves
a lingering ghost upon your skin
Nature did not understand me,
When it produced me,
But I am understood by nature,
By life’s processes and behaviours,
Thoroughly admired and integrated,
Almost ingratiated,
Unable to complain or dig,
Standing amazed at the plate.
That I evolved, I know,
Sure as a goldfish of his water:
My ancestor’s genes were modified and changed,
Through everyday behaviour and focus,
By partners’ characteristics and traits,
In the determination to get through and win,
By the physical touch relationship of sex.
No problem at all, that’s fine for me,
That massive statement of gene makeup,
Those free interactions which take effect,
In the enormous chain of descendants,
Through that family ancestry tree,
It made me,
And even more, it does not determine me everyday,
Because I’m free to choose my own rack,
Friendships, partners, jobs and interests,
And I can see that evolution is fair.
I ask myself do you really believe
this, are you buying this. Only a fool
asks no questions about what he's
following, even Solomon in all his
wisdom he still fell hard and
shamed the name of God...looks like
I'm following after my ancestry, I'm
walking ass backwards I'm nothing
more than a Christian atheist I'll
admit it, so I try to dig myself out
this bottomless pit because still at
the end of this tunnel is forgiveness
if I can repent this, I'm a train
wreck. But sometimes you gotta go
threw hell in order to be able to
witness that Heaven isn't a fictitious
place, sometimes you gotta go
threw a little hell to show someone
that after these things your sins too
can be erased and God's grace
hasn't left you stranded. I'm not
right and it feels like everyone
knows it, this heart I have isn't right
it's been long overdue for me to
dispose it, conviction leaves your
heart & emotions exposed, but still
after these things there's still hope.
No matter what good deeds I do or
how Holy I think I am I'm still not
good enough, I came too far to give
up now, time to refocus on the
mission ahead, this flesh is
destructive and man still needs that
living water and daily bread
I'm Just a Wicked SAVIOR Child Now Saved
Lord, I try, I try todo right;
But I fall down everytime;
When I came out the womb;
I was already doomed;
My righteosness was sin;
Came from my parents, parents and ancestry
the ones before me;
A generational curse;
That's how I now worship,
I'm just a beginner;
A filthy sinner;
My desire is righteousness only good;
My intentions not to be wicked;
But God knows I am birth with it;
I do seek good, but I'm so wrong;
Nothing but God's mercy grace saves me now;
I seek good favour;
I want to live forever;
My God forever in heaven;
My past mischief I do not want;
Nothing gleaned but God's trust;
I'm just a wicked savior son now saved;
I'm just a wicked savior daughter now saved...
AMEN
inspired from PROVERBS 23
2/21/18
written by James Edward Lee Sr.©
from anthology “Tell the People, JESUS”
Christ is born this day with Bethlehem's poor.
So unassuming, he enters our world
with shepherds lowly coming to adore
this infant Lord who will freedom herald.
Christ is born this day with Bethlehem's poor.
His star in the east did the magi see.
A star never seen from the days of yore
led them to this great child of low degree.
Christ is born this day with Bethlehem's poor.
His birth this day is marked by angels bright.
Singing with cymbals in a placid night,
they ushered in peace from heaven's great door.
Christ is born this day with Bethlehem's poor.
As foretold by the prophets and the law,
He is born of a virgin chaste and meek.
He will never loudly on the streets speak.
Christ is born this day with Bethlehem's poor.
He is lowly with royal ancestry,
born of David's revered noble gentry.
Men's grievous sins His blue blood atoned for.
Christ is born this day with Bethlehem's poor.
He came to earth with men to empathize.
With us for each state he does sympathize.
Our peace with God He came down to restore.
Christ is born this day with Bethlehem's poor.
A unifying force who will world peace make.
Men of different races sing to adore
this Christ child who will their cleavages break.
Christ was numbered with the poor at birth,
and with the transgressors at death.
Afar from Galilee out of the city of Nazareth traveled Joseph and Mary
Behooving the call of Caesar Augustus’ census decree for the citizenry
Complying did they for the fulfillment of a prophecy held as mystery
David’s City, Bethlehem, headed they for Joseph was of David’s ancestry.
Expectant steward father and obedient chosen mother journeyed together
Faithfully following God’s will, cognizant of His protection and power
Giving themselves to His leading until they were ushered to a manger
“His will be done,” they both expressed for the birth of the Deliverer.
“Immanuel – God with us, His name would truly mean,” Joseph professed
“Jesus should He be called as told by the angel,” Mary confessed
“King of kings” the Son of the highest by whom mankind will be blessed
“Love of God Bearer” He be since He will save those from sin oppressed.
Miraculous indeed! Jesus’ birth brought to the world wonderful changes
Night so dark became a glorious event transcending throughout all ages
Overwhelmed was Bethlehem with divine iridescence as spoken by the sages
“Peace on earth, Hosanna in the highest,” angels heralded upon the ranges.
Quickening hope-rays moved the shepherds into a quivering
Redemption they saw while their vision was illumined by God’s working
“Saviour, Christ the Lord is born,” heard they from hosts of angels singing
Tidings of joy, love, and peace reached them, Messiah’s incarnation testifying.
United in spirit, the shepherds worshiped the new born King with sincerity
Verily their hearts were filled with awe in exalting God’s Son in His humanity
Wrapped in swaddling cloth was he, laid in bed of hay, showing His humility.
Xenial to their guests, the blessed family welcomed the wise men who came
with jubilation
Yearning to magnify His name, they offered presents: gold, frankincense,
myrrh midst adoration
Zestfully grateful to the Almighty for His gift, eternal life of assured and
victorious salvation.
December 18, 2021
Honorable Mention, "Nativity New Poems" Contest
Sponsored by Eve Roper; judged on 1/18/2022.
One dark dreary night while happily drinkin’ up a big big storm,
I beheld a tiny green man in my bottle, oh!—not the norm.
He’s my tiny green man in my Irish whiskey bottle.
He’s my Leprechaun with whom I’d like to drink a pottle.
He’s the man with a certain quaint eye twinkle and attitude,
And he has all the fine alcoholic credentials and certitude,
Of one who’s done much, seen much, drunk much much,
And has great insight, insatiable charm, and a very deft touch.
My friend the Leprechaun tells me of his present living situation:
“Medrinks, Methinks, Mesleeps, Medrinks, ah!—My salvation!”
I tell him my ancestry is “Half-Irish” which makes me Celtic,
And he says, “Me good friend Gary, no shame, Me too Celtic!”
My Leprechaun asked me of my present situation with poetry,
And I says—“Medrinks, Methinks, Mewrites, Meloves poetry.”
Over time I found I was mimicking more and more my little elf friend,
And he says, “Me brother Gary, no worry, we both be Irish my friend.”
I told my Leprechaun that he does indeed have quite an alcoholic ego,
And my little elf quipped, “When we both drink Gary, I’m your alter ego!”
And so, my Leprechaun in my bottle is my good friend—my adviser,
And, I find that as we both drink together my poetry flows all the wiser.
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved (September 9, 2014)
(Rhymed Couplet)
...This happened when we were undergrads,
but then in his graduate studies
when he was working towards a career
that was entwined with biology,
he was working with a group that sought
to raise up the national IQ,
and then Charlie, as he often did,
offered an ‘unapproved’ point-of-view.
He said, “I think it won’t come about,
since we always revert to the mean,
and IQ may be tied to ancestry,
for a century that has been seen:
A ninety IQ in Serbia,
but one hundred up in Great Britain,
Equatorial Guinea…sixty,
the high eighties if you’re a Kenyan.
Even in countries where people mix
we continue to see the same trend,
and I think it’s foolish to ignore
these facts when we’re pursuing our ends.
Education has been tried for years,
and has had but minimal effect,
evolution has molded our brains,
should this not help us guide our next steps?
A person who knows their shortcomings
can seek out a way to go around,
a person who thinks they’re smart when they’re not
is only going to be ground down.”
So his partners screamed bloody murder,
and then demanded that he be gone,
they yelled at him, “You’re friggin’ crazy!”
He said, “Maybe…but I am not wrong.”
Yes, I remember Charlie from school,
since memory is all that’s left now,
see Charlie was killed six months ago,
when out running errands in his town.
He got caught in an ANTIFA ‘protest,’
was shot when he tried to drive away,
4chan managed to find his killer,
he’s in prison now, fearful of rape.
I guess the man got what he deserved,
but Charlie was right about one more thing,
no media cared about his death,
‘wrong narratives’ need no reporting.
I didn’t understand it back them,
but today, in my early thirties,
I’m staring to see that my old friend
was blessed and cursed by what he could see.
Feminism has hurt our families,
and parenting is the cornerstone,
we’re not blank slates, we’ve all been dealt hands
that we must play, unique and our own.
I still hesitate to speak of it,
fearing hatred from the angry throng,
but how does one live hiding from truth?
It scares me that Charlie wasn’t wrong.
How do I obtain peace
In a world full of indifference
Don't disregard my deliverance
In a world so cold
I take everything I was told
And try not to fold
How do I obtain peace
Hold my hands high and pray towards the east
Red, white and blue
Those colors don't represent my freedom
They only pertaining to you
How do I obtain peace
When my ancestry pain runs so deep
Blood runs through America's dirt
Its always been our people getting hurt
I think about my strength to voice These words
They will not go unheard
America is the BIGGEST crime
This is not your land
the natives were here long before time
How do I obtain peace
In a world so rotten
Wrongfully and illegally gotten
There is no peace until christ comes back
To put everything back in tact