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Faith is a warm, hooded coat whose
Furry softness provides a barrier
From the icy blasts of cold-hearted people
Who are jealous of the embrace a well-constructed winter garment provides for its wearer, me.
Love bids me open my coat and offer it
To the filthy stranger with an empty bottle of booze
And a tattoo of a pentagram, with a skull inside.
So I hand him the coat and say, "From Jesus because He loves you."
Truth provides me another coat, and one to spare
Because giving away our faith is the best way to multiply it.
And I look for more truth, and see Jesus across the crowd.
He is giving His coat to a man who tightly clings to the hand of another man.
Christianity bids me to give my extra coat
To the boyfriend of the man who just received his.
My call, my mission, to be like Christ, and
I share my coat, my faith, with anyone left out in the cold by The Religious. I cannot pick and choose.
Sin is a reality I live with. I see it everyday.
In my mirror. It is everywhere. And it sickens me.
Yet still I sin and sin again, ashamed of my inability to live a standard
Worthy of the Son of God who knows my name.
Grace is the tiny sip of water you take when you have been in the desert too long.
Slowly you trust that it is no mirage, and you drink from the well
Feeling yourself replenished, rehydrated, reborn.
Everything that was awful in the place you were before is better, washed away by the purity of the water offered freely.
Freedom is knowing that your job is not to identify the wanderers in the desert
But to introduce everyone to the well.
Offer them that free sip that will change their lives as it did yours,
Knowing that you are in no way better than any of these seekers except that you, by some miracle, are allowed to sip from the cup of grace everyday.
Hope paints in my heart a picture of warmth,
Sunlight, people, everyone wearing their faith, knowing the truth, and loving Christ.
Hate is the cold wind, the whispered rumor, the whitewashed judgment that has no place here.
This is a place where we walk not only like, but with Jesus.
Regret is waking to find that you are no longer where you were before.
This new place is hot, not like a sauna, but like the sun itself.
It is dark, and you feel no welcome, no recognition, no love.
You want to speak to the man in charge, but know it's too late.
I was not sitting at a table in a police interrogation room. *
Nor was I seated in front of a judge in a courtroom.
It most resembled a hall of inquisition to eradicate
every trace of Biblical Christianity from the face of
the earth. Through the ages, there have been multiple
tactics and tools utilized to accomplish such a task.
Herein is simply the encounter that I personally experienced.
There I sat, surprisingly fearless I might add, eager to give
witness to 'the what and who of me' to a couple of inquisitors
assigned to ascertain my answers to their questions.
The Session:
He inquired about the reasons I believed it,
and I told him.
He asked me what I believed,
and I told him.
She asked how long I had believed it,
and I told her.
She asked when it was that I first believed it,
and I told her.
He asked where I was when I first believed it,
and I told him.
She questioned why I continued to believe it,
and I told her.
The session, being finished to their satisfaction, they said,
"You may go now". I was relieved that the session was over.
But in a flash, a strong sense of uneasiness swept over me,
whereupon I quickly requested their further attention. There
was something deep inside of me that I needed to say. With
questioning stares upon their faces, in unison they replied,
"You may proceed".
I said, "Sir, Mam. You inquired of the what of me but never
the who of me". Again, with a questioning stare, they looked
at me and then at each other. They then said in unison, "The who?"
"Sir, Mam", I said. The what, the how, the where, the when, and
the why. All of these answers to your questions are like vapors
in the wind if I never gave to you and the world, the who of me.
If the name of my who was never mentioned, this entire session
would surely be in vain". With high-pitched voices, in unison
they shouted, "By all means, do tell"!
Like the slow formation of clouds, tears began to form in my eyes
as I so humbly replied, "He was born of a virgin, put to death by
crucifixion, resurrected on the third day, and ascended into
heaven 40 days later. He is The Christ; I call Him Lord; He is
the who of me, and His name is Jesus". My two inquisitors were
speechless and in unison, pointed me to the door.
111022PS
*Fiction. On this early November morning between 2 and 3 AM,
this poem was born.
Striving for perfection comes with a price
so it's true the higher you climb the more unforgiving people become,
so I ask God let thy will be done not mines,
I too felt like I was in the garden of Gethsemane in my life time,
forced to make decisions about the people in it when their season was finished,
am I tripping. That's what they said,
and my actions obviously led them to believe that this wasn't supposed to happen,
kinda like how we who call ourselves believers or even devout saints
weren't suppose to let sin be the reason we relapsed. Cut out the Holier than thou act
truth is even those you idolize and pedestal are in rehab,
everyone is struggling with something,
so go ahead keep lying to yourself but note to self
the first step is acceptance, accepting that you are far from right with God, you went left.
Go ahead repent, what the Holy spirit does that non believers or atheist will never get
is that it shoots straight threw pride past your emotions and leaves a convicting spirit
with the fear in your soul where you finally can admit and say "I'm not right"
you see the biggest misconception about Christianity in the west,
is that if you accept Jesus as your Lord and saviour then everything this world,
these streets couldn't offer you he will and indeed bless you with the rest.
But here's the truth,
just because you came in class late you are not exempt from the test,
Hell, God made his self into a man,
and because he saw no end to our ancestors wickedness,
he deemed it necessary that the only way to redeem us was to give up himself for us.
Now I'm no preacher, I don't even go to church
so don't confuse me with any lay member, minister, or deacon just someone who kinda
knows the Holy script according to how the Catholic church saw fit to write it up.
but here's the message. How can you, a finite flawed human being compete with his
perfection, you can't, stop trying he knows this, so start shooting for progression.
Because no matter how good of a saint you try to be,
you can't buy your way into Heaven.
He paid the price you've been set free from bondage of the flesh.
You got what you didn't deserve,
he took what was coming to you and that's what we call grace.
So I guess my only other question to those who say only God can judge me,
without Christ Jesus how you plan to beat the case...
I went to two schools in reality,
But only had one in my mind,
A school that assimilated and understood,
A school that would not drive me blind.
Daniels nursery was the best,
In all ways apart from one,
Because it accepted my difference,
Respected my pensive hum.
But they didn’t provide facilities,
For my disability, loud and many times proud;
Sometimes I needed just to talk it over,
‘Cos my disability was not a shroud.
But I came top in both alphabet and numbers,
The private Edinburgh school was not above me,
And I managed to carve some friendships,
That were a delight to see.
But since they didn’t provide facilities,
It was decided I would leave for another,
For my future primary education,
Where my disability would not be such my master.
So I moved to a special school, Graysmill,
Which asserted my normality fine,
But they saw my clever mind as my parents credibility,
And so for Daniels I would pine.
I felt so much loved by Daniels headmaster,
Who took me aside initially and asked,
If I was happy and alright inside,
And so my reality I never masked.
I questioned him, “Do I have to believe in god?”
And he replied lovingly and tenderly,
“No Rhoda, you don’t have to believe in god,”
So I was relieved and had hope for future longevity.
So in daily assembly when I just thought my own thoughts,
Contemplated and pondered quietly to myself,
He smiled at me once ‘cos he knew what I was doing,
That bold, quick-witted atheistic elf.
But when I got to Graysmill as a new pupil,
They thought their framework for me was the best,
And tried to beget me with Christianity,
Ramifying my parents traditional morality chest.
After about eight months of hardship,
I realised they did not understand as well,
My real disability and proposition,
Which would take them some way further.
They were so uncaring at times,
Forceful, heartless and cold,
Lacking the relationships,
Upon which I could hold.
They assumed I'd not liked Daniels,
And empathised with me about it,
Insisted I'd not taken to integration,
That along side me they did sit.
There should’ve been that middle ground,
That state school with creative gumption,
So that my worldview was never found,
Lacking, with myself in need of instruction.
I can tell this story because I stumbled through every chapter of this book.
I know the message and don’t understand from which passage you misinterpreted by the words you took.
You say, to be like me you have to be raped by someone close!
Molested by a stranger, touched by his fingers that’s the quote you wrote.
Not loved by my mother…
Never hugged by my father…
Non-existent to my family!
And you say as a man I am not unique and will always struggle to find a place in my society.
You questioned my love of GOD and stated hell is where I would be.
Funny huh…
What made me laugh is your Christianity leaps out the nearest window after communion on first Sunday.
Called me a female dog traveling the streets with no collar, a *****, a stray, a mut is this what you really think of me?
Look through my eyes real deep and lets just take a quick peek.
My character goes past my sexual preference traveling deeper than my child hood stories.
The quote you wrote was far from the truth.
A little far fetch’d that’s what I think of you.
Because we both know if you were more comfortable with yourself instead of hiding behind your wealth, with me is where you would be.
A lawyer to the community full of lies and infidelity
For some reason it seems you should have took a similar road to me yet lying in a bed full of treachery
Next to a woman with lights off you vision as me.
Lets speak up so to be…
Who are these people you speak of as being like me?
Are you speaking on those who are as comfortable as me in walking the road of life on their own two feet…
Or those who are true to themselves and more importantly their family.
Ones who don’t have to lie
Their spouse don’t have to spy
Nor get their shoulders drenched from their kids cry
When finding out their dads obsession to another guy!
Your quote was very oblique to a guy like me because I have already went through the changes..
Where friends are rearranged,
Family left and came,
Also my community going insane.
But yet I obtained…
Respect for myself which everyone else did the same.
So a man true to myself I remain
Maybe in time you would try it.
To be a little more like me and not fight it.
But to this day you refrain…
And a hidden life you maintain.
You could never be with me…
Because your truth hides behind my comfort ability!!!
(5/20/13)
It is a lucky man who gets to hold her hand
As she takes you far beyond the Promised Land
She will take you on a trip that you’ve never been before
As she opens up every door.
She will take you through the doors of dreams
The doors of hope, and teach you how to cope.
She will let you peak in doors of anger, doors of fear
But will not allow you to get too near.
She will hold your hand tightly as she shows you the door
Of poverty, hunger, hate, so you can see before it’s too late.
As these doors look alike, this will leave you lost and confused
And in your lifetime, these same doors you will choose.
Although there are two doors which are different from all the rest
These two doors you will test.
One is decorated with hearts, rainbows, and butterflies
In this door true love lies.
This is the door where you may meet your soul mate
If you do not hesitate.
For love can come in a flash or slowly enter your soul
Leaving you happy, leaving you whole.
Erase all doubts – for love is there
If you open your heart and are willing to share.
The last door that you will see is a double door adorned with silver and gold
And the sounds of the most beautiful music of every instrument known to man
And beyond these doors “THERE HE STANDS”
Surrounded by angels with their pure white wings
Showing you the most precious gift anyone could bring.
“THE LOVE OF GOD”
His love so infinite, so pure, so white, which fills you
With the ultimate delight.
It is all the riches of the earth all rolled into one
For he is “GODS SON”.
He has been known by different names
But through Christianity the name “JESUS” reigns.
His love like the rains that come from the skies
Like the sun that blinds your eyes, and like the stars
That fills the universe, and the moon that brightens up the darkest night
All his love is in plain sight.
Now as I look down at her holding my hand, now is when I fully understand
He is with us from beginning to end – he is my GOD, my FATHER, and my FRIEND.
He is my strength when I am weak; he is the power that we seek.
So then! WHO IS THIS WOMAN THAT IS HOLDING MY HAND?
And making me understand!
She is like any mother protecting her child
She is the mother of “JESUS” who has been with us for quite a while.
Thank you “ MOTHER MARY”.
© L.RAMS
It is very hard in this day of the computer to do God's work.
You might say, "How's that?" We have the information highway, and it's perks.
Well to me the old fashion way is the best,
Our fathers did his work, came home to his family, and took his rest.
Intrusion in our lives is upon us, with the worldly information at hand.
Even though computers, human kind doesn't understand.
Our precious planet is the only one that God has given us.
We pollute, trash the planet, and forget to respect God and Jesus.
God says in the latter days we will have no path, no real clue.
Mismanagement is what I see here, we are fault me and you'
Our nation was the greatest beacon to freedom at one time,
Through our actions we go on thinking that all is well, it's such a crime.
All is not well, Many other nations hate us and that's a real fact,
We as a nation have turned from God's law and we have really lost tract.
What happened? Why have we let ourselves and our children down?
Don't believe me' Take a good look around.
All of Human kind is at fault here.
Falling away from God and His moral laws, are very clear.
Our nation, along with other nations, are struggling to get ahead.
For this reason, the Devil, is rearing his ugly head.
God cast Satan and his fallen angels to this earth,
His evil has been here, long before our births.
He is laughing, gloating, with a gleam in his eyes,
Having a great laugh and fun at our expense while our fellow humans try to survive.
Pretty soon our Savior will have to intervene in the affairs of man,
Or else we will destroy every living thing on this planet, don't you understand?
We have a chance to morally change our ways,
Or else we will really regret it, his wrath will be upon us in the final days.
We will be held accountable, the Lord of Abraham sees all,
He has allowed Satan to create chaos, we aren't prepared for this fall.
If we don't stop this nonsense the Lord will have His final say,
All are doomed to misery, suffering, will be the order of the day.
Global warming, water, should be our priority'
To return to God His world intact, to return to the real Christianity.
Let me make it very clear to me and you.
Our current path is total destruction, only God's intervention, will get us through.
It’s called “Holy War”, “Jihad”,
Murder in the name of God.
Don’t you think that’s odd?
But what is a “Holy War”?
But a contradiction in terms for sure.
Since Caine killed Able,
The cards on the table,
Read “Dead Man’s Hand”.
Blood in the sand,
And blood on the Sun
By fools and tyrants wars are begun,
And not all the killing done,
Is in the name of country and freedom.
It’s the murder of a mother’s son,
The killing of a wife’s husband,
Tearing away of a child’s father or mother…
But God said to love one another,
Not to slay your sister or brother.
Rationalized evil deeds,
Planting foul seeds,
In our innocent young.
Handing children guns,
Taught to shoot the “Unholy Ones”,
Raised on a doctrine of hate,
To sacrifice themselves is their fate.
A “Holy Crusade” for Christianity…?
But there was no Christ in that insanity!
Thousands of years of war,
And what’s it all been for?
There are no real victors or winners,
Just losers, killers, and sinners.
Whether it’s a Holy Crusade for Christ,
Or Jihad in the name of God,
We all must pay the price.
If you kill for religion’s sake you’re a fraud.
Pretending to be doing God’s bidding,
But who do you think you are kidding?
It’s just murder for murder’s sake,
And it’s Satan who your soul will take…
God does not sanction the killing,
Rationalized in his name.
And Christ will not save those who are willing,
To murder innocents doing the same.
Religious zealots commit suicide,
Thinking they’ll still go to Heaven.
But they’re in for a surprising downward ride,
When it’s hell that they will wind up in.
For God is all about peace and love,
Only mankind is capable of hate.
A judgment will come down from above,
And all must accept their eternal fate.
Killing in the name of God or Christ,
Is like rolling snake eyes on the dice.
You can only really lose,
Not only your life, but your soul.
Eternal damnation is the toll.
But if this is the path you choose,
You may live inside a religious ruse,
And let the devil be your muse.
It’s absolute madness on the whole.
You’re flying in the face of God,
And don’t you think it’s a little bit odd,
That He keeps you at His arm’s length,
Though you try with all your strength.
You poor old wretched sod.
I was silently watching the two Mary’s sigh and cry,
When the earthquake hit and I just wanted to cover,
The ground nearly parted and there was no-one to chi,
I hit the deck for stones from the tomb threw over.
Covering my head with my hands and laying tight up,
I was aware of the two Mary’s moving over speedily,
To the tomb stone to take advantage of the windup,
Which just contributed to the terror weighing heavily.
After six minutes it ceased, and peace did administer,
The two of them were straight at the caster right in there,
But I needed another while to recover from the disaster,
So just sat looking firstly at the grass, then over there.
By the time I got them they’d given the body determinedly,
To the gardener who already had lit it and was fanning it,
So I ran as fast as a chicken away from a fox very quickly,
Up the mountain to get my head straight to think about it.
I worked it out that I had to talk with the two Mary’s,
Because I also appreciated what Jesus did when alive,
Since he had cured my cousin from quadriplegic paralysis,
Such that this cousin’s possibility was now to thrive.
So I did decide to accept Mary’s plans of ingenuity,
For the continuation of her son’s work with the poor,
Which would change medical services directivity,
From the rich monopoly over to with anyone to moor.
The two woman’s plans would ignite a movement,
Start a Society, organisation or group to proclaim,
That the way to live was through love’s enrichment,
Not by class prized, but by living everyday in His name.
So we talked, and the two women promised me silence,
About my failure to keep the stone which sealed the tomb,
If I kept silence about them having a stealing licence,
And about their real physical action of removing the womb.
So that was how the resurrection myth took off, started,
That was how it began, it did come from two parties,
From the Roman soldier representing the state above,
And from Jesus’ kin representing the people’s armies.
I don’t think Christianity would’ve occurred without,
The soldier man Roman guard of the tomb believing,
In Jesus plight and in the right of a movement, shout,
About Jesus, through the religion of Christianity aging.
Some countries were built on more lies.
You can hear their citezens claiming to be
Majority Christians while they look like
pharisees and scribes because of their acts.
Christianity opposes hate and discrimination categorically.
What type of Christians are they when majority
of them don't conside other people as human beings?
Don't they push us to question some early preachers
who preached the unjust countries?
When we visited some churches in some multi-racial countries and found people of same colours only
allowed to be there.
It was shocked majority of us when we were told
that they could not allow some people of other colours
( or tribes or from other countries ) in their services.
Jesus said,"Love your neighbours as you love yourself."
If you failed to love the neighbours how do you mean
to love God whom you don't see?
Do you really know God?
They claim to know God , but their actions they deny him. They are detestable, disobedient and unfit for doing anything good.
Titus 1:16
Whenever a hater means to love and know God,
he "she" is lying to himself " herself."
Many apostles were killed innocently
because of teaching and preaching the truth.
75% of believers of the world hate the truth while
claiming to love Jesus Christ.
Jesus answered , " I am the way and the truth and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me.
John 14: 6
It is so hard to go to the Father when you hate the Truth... (Jesus is the Truth)...
The Way has truth which sunctify followers.
He is the true way which leading to heavenly God.
In other way , some Evil people learn the true word of God to repent their sins( to change) and become pure
in the eyes of God.
When a hater " or discriminator " means to be pure in front of God 's presence , he " she " lies to himself " herself."
It is time to rebuild on the truth , else where hell will continue receiving more clients.
Notice:
This message concerns all the people of different races who made hate and discrimination as their masters.
" All the people who still in wrong doings"
Don't feel guilty as your name is not pointed ...
It is a global message.
It is up to you to read,
or share
or comment on it...
Thank you.