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March 23 Heart for God Bible Meditations Based on Judges 13-15
Key Verse – Judges 13:8 Then Manoah intreated the LORD, and said, O my Lord, let the man of God which thou didst send come again unto us, and teach us what we shall do unto the child that shall be born.
HEART THAT INTREATS THE LORD FOR HIS ANSWER
Our heart intreats the Lord for His answer along His purpose
With His power against sins that oppose
Within His promises we believe in, not only suppose
Without worldly prohibitions attacking to interpose.
Our heart intreats the Lord for His answer along His mission
With His might against slothfulness-destruction
Within His drive for soulwinning fruition
Without fleshly maneuverings corrupting our devotion.
Our heart intreats the Lord for His answer along His endeavour
With His energy against humanistic fervour
Within His enthusiasm of righteousness’ favour
Without carnal enticements spoiling heavenly savour.
Our heart intreats the Lord for His answer along His name
With His nourishment against consuming pride-flame
Within His nurturing satisfaction we can always claim
Without wicked noise attracting materialistic game.
Our heart intreats the Lord for His answer along His honour
With His help against reproaching dishonour
Within His hand protecting our demeanor
Without evil hell-foes mocking in their hateful tenor.
Our heart intreats the Lord for His answer along His glory
With His goodness against deplorable misery
Within His graciousness for godly victory
Without selfish greatness magnifying heroic story.
Our heart intreats the Lord for His answer along His revival
With His assurance against unbelief’s grievous interval
Within His truth for wisdom-approval
Without hesitation to wait for His glorious arrival.
March 23, 2026
March 23, 2022 Scripture Meditations Based on 1Chronicles 1-5
Key Verse – 1Chronicles 5:26 And the God of Israel stirred up the spirit of Pul king of Assyria, and the spirit of Tilgathpilneser king of Assyria, and he carried them away, even the Reubenites, and the Gadites, and the half tribe of Manasseh, and brought them unto Halah, and Habor, and Hara, and to the river Gozan, unto this day.
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR STIRRING UP MY SPIRIT
Thank You for stirring up my spirit for Your purpose
With Your power against sins that oppose
Within Your promises I believe in, not only suppose
Without worldly prohibitions attacking to interpose.
Thank You for stirring up my spirit for Your mission
With Your might against slothfulness-destruction
Within Your moving for soulwinning fruition
Without fleshly maneuverings corrupting my devotion.
Thank You for stirring up my spirit for Your endeavour
With Your energy against humanistic fervour
Within Your enthusiasm of righteousness’ favour
Without carnal enticements spoiling heavenly savour.
Thank You for stirring up my spirit for Your name
With Your nourishment against consuming pride-flame
Within Your nurturing satisfaction I can always claim
Without wicked noise attracting materialistic game.
Thank You for stirring up my spirit for Your honor
With Your help against reproaching dishonor
Within Your hand protecting my demeanor
Without evil hell-foes mocking in their hateful tenor.
Thank You for stirring up my spirit for Your glory
With Your goodness against deplorable misery
Within Your graciousness for godly victory
Without selfish greatness magnifying heroic story.
March 23, 2022
(In a 19th-century legal judgment studied by all who
learn the English common law, Sturges v. Bridgeman,
the court found in favour of a "nice" doctor over a
"common" manufacturer, for reasons of pure snobbery.)
The Candyman Can’t
Some legal battles have the power to thrill,
while others never have, and never will.
Some touch on human themes which really matter,
and some do not. We’re dealing with the latter.
This present case is hardly OJ Simpson:
it lacks dramatic shape, and simply limps on
listlessly, with abstruse reasoning,
no sex or violence to give it seasoning.
One Mister Bridgman manufactures sweets,
in premises where Wigmore crosses/meets
its neighbour, Wimpole. Eighteen seventy-nine
of our salvation, two lives intertwine
when Doctor Sturges takes consulting rooms
around the corner. Disagreement looms,
for Bridgman’s grinding, pounding candy line’s
destroying Sturges’ peace, fragging his mind.
The law of nuisance really is quite funny.
It says, “he did you harm? Well, here’s some money”.
What if you’d rather dodge the damage, and
defer the dollars? How to countermand
the duty-breach-then-damages regime?
Suppose we interpose a better scheme?
Instead of “you must suffer, he must pay”,
we stop the harm? The problem goes away!
This ruse is known as “equity”. It functions
by granting prior relief (they’re called injunctions).
So Sturges stemmed stentorian sweetie sounds
by order of the court, and Bridgman found
his business gagged and bound by hoops of steel,
for no good reason. What to do? Appeal!
(For thus advise the lawyers. Such affairs
drag on for years. The lawyers? They get theirs!)
Said Bridgman: “I’ve been cranking out jujubes
for decades now. It’s all gone down the tubes
because some quack dislikes the earnest hum
of my devices. Why, then, did he come
to Wimpole Street? He wants tranquility?
Go hang his shingle in Highgate Cemetery!
I have a remedy for Doctor Sturges:
it’s swallowing his antimony purges!”
But Bridgman lost. One cannot help but feel
that making toffee wasn’t quite genteel
enough. Their Lordships said behaviour
that’s unacceptable around Belgravia
can find a home in Bermondsey. The latter
has lots of lowly types. It doesn’t matter
if they have noisome noise, and have to live
in filthy fumes – for they’re not sensitive.
No particular rhyme nor,
reason explains to boot
within mind of this (boyish
looking) ole coot,
why sudden flashback didst
kickstart metered metrical foot
when during bout with anorexia nervosa,
I did not give a hoot
analogously harried and swiftly kicked
with barebones styled tailored jackboot.
Said eating disorder, sans
self starvation arose
without explicit explanation
this grown man tries
till he gets himself bluenose
to recapitulate an ill fate,
he conveniently chose
still baffled, thus
without aversion disclose,
silence of echoes
confidential matter
I willingly expose,
said trauma that
nearly did foreclose
emotionally mortgaged corporeal property
boarded figurative
windows, whereat up goes
for sale sign testament to
recalcitrant stalwart hardnose
father and mother felt
obligation to interpose
lest premature demise,
would invariably juxtapose
dealing mortal psychological
(albeit unfair) blow
to parents plus two sisterly kiddoses
perhaps family pets (cats and dogs),
whose meows and lows
punctuating equilibrium
volunteering, (when suicide
gripped stranglehold)
spurring personal tragedy
with sincere manifestoes
(mainly not a verse
to dabble with poetry)
striving to cater to nonheroes
to thwart tragedy, whose nose
(mine) sniffs fallout mainly upon me
woebegotten life somber
(time to cue oboes),
asper the plethora of
influences that predispose
one in the throes
of adolescent experiencing
oh ma dog...gushing hormones
analogous to young lives
loose then taut like mama's yoyos!
(Moses Gava Featuring Kudakwashe Victor Shoko)
Neither did it start yesterday
Nor yesteryear
A scroll further backward
Deep into the historical era
I could see him crawling
During those years of polling
They were born egoistical
I wish I were not
Philanthropic, I would have preferred
To see them holding my trifles
At them I would fire a rifle
Only that my fingers couldn't shoot to kill
With strong aversion
I behold them thriving
Because I'm striving
At them I'm diving
Only to interpose
To forslow them Of course
If jealousy were a disease
Surely I would be among the ill
Opting to get well soon
And so, Starting Today
I will loathe no more
I will cheer evermore
Economically and Socially
I am ailing
Starting Today
I will retreat into writing
My treasure, My company
Lies in that realm
It's my world,
I create what I want
This world
Is an awfully awful place
I'll shrink from it
And venture into were I find solace
Starting Today
I'll excrete sadness and sorrow
I'll take gulps of happiness,
Today not tomorrow
Things cannot go in your favor always,
Let that sink in
You can't create happiness in someone's world
You'll be altering its design,
Create your own world
Happiness or solace,
You'll put what you want
Hell or paradise of your making,
How is that?
The orator is Starting Today
When is your today?
Today is today, Start Today
Starting Today, let's all Start Today
You know what you want, get it Today