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February 28 Scripture Meditations Based on 1Samuel 17-20
Key Verse – 1Samuel 17:47 And all this assembly shall know that the LORD saveth not with sword and spear: for the battle is the LORD'S, and he will give you into our hands.
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR WINNING MY BATTLES
Thank You for winning my battles against carnality
Enabling me to fight over lusts’ iniquity
By Your power so mighty
Letting me overcome vanity’s infirmity.
Thank You for winning my battles against unbelief
Enabling me to triumph over doubts’ grief
By Your truth of assurance chief
Letting me subdue joyfulness’ thief.
Thank You for winning my battles against haughtiness
Enabling me to succeed over pride’s destructiveness
By Your example of humility and meekness
Letting me submit with willingness.
Thank You for winning my battles against materialism
Enabling me to profit over earthly gains’ imperialism
By Your wealth eternal beyond humanism’s intellectualism
Letting me endeavour toward contentment’s optimism.
Thank You for winning my battles against jealousy
Enabling me to tread over envy’s fervency
By Your gracious mercy and loving clemency
Letting me pursue after godly satisfaction’s persistency.
Thank You for winning my battles against indolence
Enabling me to serve over convenience and comfort’s insolence
By Your propelling instruction of inspiration-prevalence
Letting me practice diligence with weariness’ silence.
February 28, 2022
Who Do You Think I Am?
Do you think I'm disabled?
With known problems, a member of the gang;
Or do you think I'm a nerd,
With my computer always switched on?
Do you think I'm a geek?
With books my greatest pleasure;
Or am I a cross-dresser?
With chinos for composure?
Or maybe you think I'm the fastest footswitch user in the world?
As CALL Scotland of Edinburgh University told me so in 1985;
The footswitch being the device I use to operate my computer:
They did not know I was a home gamer/programmer and used my hands,
Albeit with a keyguard, a metal overlay on top of the keyboard:
Anyway, it’s not how you use your computer that matters -
That’s private to yourself, it’s a transparency;
What matters is what you say on it and what’s your advocacy.
I am, and always have been, an atheist,
Believing that there is no god at all,
Knowing that people matter,
And that good times are gonna call,
If you’re kind and loving, that is,
And give people the respect they’re due,
You have an understanding that comes from knowing,
That relationships are rational too.
When I was 3 or 4,
My parents asked me to carry my own Bible to church,
So I just said no, that I couldn’t physically do that;
We were already 5 minutes late,
But they nonetheless scolded me for insolence and wanting attention,
Called me delinquent, with an obstinate streak:
I just looked at them and quietly said,
“No, I'm an atheist!’: they’d used the word often in denunciation;
But they just scowled at me in retribution.
I found life so hard sometimes,
That I often would think that I was essentially disabled,
But deep down I've always known myself to be an atheist,
Wanting normal things like radio, TV, my friends and books,
Wishing I could relate to another atheist or youth;
So when I left home, I felt loved, respected and appreciated,
Because people accepted my diversity and atheistic ways,
Such that my difference became my strong point and my always.
A defining figure of our times,
a legacy as a statesman and orator,
his speeches became the weapons
that brought together the demoralized nations.
In the cauldron of crisis, Churchill’s leadership
transformed the course of the war
and the dwindling moral of the people.
His firm voice like "we shall fight on the beaches”
resonated with the incantation of collective courage,
turning insolence into principles that united a worn-out nation
unwilling to surrender when the shadow of defeat loomed large.
Understanding the psychological elements of warfare
he cultivated the spirit of strength,
drawn from the people he strived to inspire
discovering his purpose in their resilience.
His trademark cigar, the bulldog carriage
and the insolent attitude symbolized the British flexibility.
A man of the empire in the democratic milieu,
modulated by his obstinate will force
to resist the seemingly unstoppable tides of time,
he was created as a legend from his defects.
A deeply sensitive human being
he achieved profound greatness through struggle,
reminding us that true leadership is not the lack of fear,
but the determination to act heroically in its presence.
Despite my sin and failures
Which haunted and taunted my spirit
He loves me deeply
With a love that is living
Thriving and giving
From the heart of the Master
Love that brings with it
Hope, faith and serenity
Love like this is penetrating
Enlivening, inspiring, thrilling
Love like this is beyond imagining
It is the answer to many prayers
Pleas for the feelings
That bring assurance over doubt
Kindness over insolence
Warmth over the callous heart
Despite my faults and flaws
Everything that makes me wrong
He loves me with a love
That is so alive it sings a melody
Of joy, a promise of strength and wisdom
That comes from listening to that
Still, small voice… God’s breath
Breathing out a gentle direction
For keeping faith at the center
Of all that I enter into
Despite my worst wickedness
The crimes I’ve been overcome with
There is grace that He lends me
Thru faith where He sends me
To the empty tomb, where Jesus left me
A miracle that would give me the chance
To look toward the heavens and know
I will go there one day, after a time
After I have moved from this body
To the spirit world where the Father
Will welcome me into His haven
With the Son who gave me the hope
That keeps me focused on the moment
When I meet Him in the sky
Welcoming with an embrace
Filled with sincerity and mercy
And I praise Him…
There is…
Light that shines across my soul
Letting me know that I have discovered
God’s most joyful gift,
The rich and vibrant place called
Heaven, the home in the sky
Where you and I are invited
After we leave this world knowing
That His Son has died for our souls
And He is there, awaiting us
The ones who have been filled with
The spirit that gives off that light
Of redemption, salvation, elation
Love that is unconditional!
Ephesians 2:8 - For by grace are ye saved through faith; and that not of yourselves: it is the gift of God
Pleading for genuine peace midst cries’ silence
my restless heart breathed out despair sigh
torturing soul, miserably fearful
as angst wafted prevailing hopelessness.
Lurking was my skeptical somnolence
revealing my doubt and sure unbelief
exalting arrogant selfishness’ height
ignoring gentle spiritual prompting.
Oh, I once was gripped with vain insolence
drifting along sin-condemnation flow
wallowing in depravity’s quagmire
needing God’s salvation and forgiveness.
Reached-out by Christ’s sacrifice*-verity
I thank the Lord for His great love to share
triumphing against hatred’s virulence.
*Ephesians 5:2 And walk in love, as Christ also hath loved us, and hath given himself for us an offering and a sacrifice to God for a sweetsmelling savour.
March 24, 2020
3rd place, "STRAND NO 710" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 3/29/2020.
How silly was to defy appearance and belief
to make others happy and imitate their own;
swimming in dangerous waters requires strength
when tides rise and all thoughts turn to death:
there's rarely a survivor, who hangs on a reef
as violent waves batter and faces show a frown.
If I procrastinate ideas is because I lack confidence,
filling each void with aspirations which are too brittle
to withstand the fury of a malicious rebuke
hurled by a hand I did not hold for insolence.
to reveal my inner self the humblest pride.,
even naive jokes got me upset enough to puke.
It's not wise to confide in dorks, they'll laugh it off,
their intention is mock and humiliate a troubled soul;
keep secrets to yourself, put effort toward your goal
of being admired, not mortified for actions that scoff.
Ah, give them a big glass of scotch and they'll forget scorn!
Ah, mock their defiant character, not as noble as a unicorn!
How Would Jesus Vote?
By Mark Stucky
Would Jesus vote for striking others’ cheeks in tweets?
Would Jesus vote for grabbing others’ genitals?
Would Jesus vote for separating children from parents?
Would Jesus vote for ceaseless scandals and lies?
Would Jesus vote for prideful arrogance and bragging?
Would Jesus vote for juvenile insults and name-calling?
Would Jesus vote for tantrums and narcissism?
Would Jesus vote for alienating national allies…
while coddling dangerous demagogues?
Would Jesus vote for enabling the rich to get richer…
while the poor become ever more impoverished?
Would Jesus vote for following false profits and prophets?
Would Jesus vote for a president twice-impeached?
Would Jesus vote for a peer-convicted felon?
Would Jesus vote for immunity from justice?
Would Jesus vote for insolence and insurrection?
Would Jesus vote for revenge and retribution?
Would Jesus vote for ends justifying the means?
Would Jesus vote for devotion to deceptive idols?
Would Jesus vote for destroying our democracy?
Would Jesus vote to make America hate again?
On the ballot, what would Jesus do?
We should all surely vote that way too.
(See also my related poems “The Art of the Devilish Deal,” “The 2023rd Psalm,” and “Tweeting the Truth in Love.”)
(Image by Edmond Dantès on Pexels.com.)
Why does the world look at God's Work with insolence
To be done cheaply and weakly and never to achieve excellence
While investing its great minds in humanistic intelligence
Depriving many and making premium of God's providence
That their opulence may create in them obvious prominence
That in the sphere of notoriety they may gain eminence
The mockery increases and thus far hasn't subsided
Wolves jeering the Shepherd with whom the sheep have sided
Of forgetting faith the faithful are constantly reminded
Being questioned of the dividend for the years they abided
While the world flaunts arguments for their discoveries
They deem the world too tertiary for Faith's elementaries
Those who offer themselves are seen as of little worth
Too feeble to face reality and too quick to face North
And it's no place for perceived intellect and nobility
For it calls not for their elsewhere sought after ability
But those very people and things they despise
Are they that God uses to confound the worldly wise
The esteem you doubt when God keeps an open door
The dignity shed when faithfuls kneel and lie on the floor
They shall receive a hundred times more in this life and in the next
Lands, property and kindred even as is in the Text
Haven't we seen all these in this land of the living
Except that we are so prone to forgetting?
K. Muitherero.
You can twist the way a man sees the world.
Do you think that sounds ridiculous?
What if you did it over time with subtlety and diligence?
The audience is largely uneducated, so remind them of their impotence; tell them any other source of facts must be regarded with suspiciousness.
Whisper to them over breakfast and slowly introduce corrosive dissonance; outright lie to them at dinner,salting in some truth for spicy antithesis.
Those who run the country are up to something mischievous; their lives, their fine America, have been eroding with precipitance.
Remember empowered yesterdays with a sad and tearful wistfulness; twist the needs and rights of others with pernicious lies and maliciousness.
Invest their government with conspiracy and its policies with wickedness. Remind your audience that freedom was torn from kings by well-armed militias.
Introduce the savior as a shining instrument of religiousness; defend his faults as small and frivolous and his right to rule as unambiguous.
When shocking reality dares assert itself, denials must be vicious and officious.
A rescue mission must be launched and certainly they must be participants; banners from the gift shop will form a team identity and a certain moral equivalence.
The leader will whip the angry crowd, stoking resentment with fabricated incidents, swearing, “I will be with you on this great crusade and you will be my instruments”
As the mob storms off he will slink away; he was only there for stimulus.
Hear the old republic creak as the President flexes his insolence; he’s seen that no blame can touch him, so he’s filled with proud ambivalence.
What will it take to rein him in? What kind of obvious stimulant, with thousands already dying every day and our society marbled with brittleness?
A naïve life possessed by the power of desire
turns into an object inanimate and utterly inert.
Existence untainted and vibrant if captured
by the cruel clutch of unrepressing lust,
rolls like fallen gems, the string ruptured.
The senses drenched in acidic insolence
don’t for a moment repent the presence
in dismal heart the perennial obsession
of fostering the desire in shades of grey ,
decimating the spirit of its possession.
For the body and mind ravaged by vile craving,
living is no longer an animated concept, it’s futile.
The sunken piteous heart breaks asunder to pile
at the threshold of disgrace in debris of disdain.
Where has sanity gone, times don’t have the answer.
The perception called life adored and fostered,
a precious treasure to be preserved with pride.
When it crumbles as an object used and discarded,
the heart pines to get unshackled in prison of hatred
to find solace for the shamed soul in oblivion.
August 31, 2020
Contest : Woman In Chains
Sponsor : John Hamilton