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June 7 Faith in God Bible Meditations Based on Job 21-23
Key Verse – Job 21:22 Shall any teach God knowledge? seeing he judgeth those that are high.
FAITH IN GOD WHO TEACHES US HIS KNOWLEDGE
God teaches us His knowledge about perfect judgment
Against iniquity-caused impairment
Beyond our vanity with worldly engagement
Toward the nurture of our faith’s commitment.
God teaches us His knowledge about assured salvation
Against confusion-noise brought by hell’s damnation
Beyond our doubt with its mocking provocation
Toward the strength of our faith’s function.
God teaches us His knowledge about upright heart
Against wicked doers with sins they impart
Beyond our carnality He knows from the start
Toward the security of our faith’s integrity against evil dart.
God teaches us His knowledge about great blessing
Against idol worship defying Scriptural praising
Beyond our hypocrisy inviting cursing
Toward the steadfastness of our faith’s stand by His raising.
God teaches us His knowledge about spiritual righteousness
Against religiosity with haughtiness
Beyond our boastfulness, exalting our selfishness
Toward the performance of our faith’s truthfulness.
God teaches us His knowledge about marvelous victory
Against reproaches from downfall’s misery
Beyond our defeat that roars with sorrowful worry
Toward the triumph of our faith’s testimony in sharing Gospel story.
God teaches us His knowledge about Biblical standard
Against indecency devoid of moral vanguard
Beyond our laxity in obeying Him as His steward
Toward the fruitfulness of our faith’s work as we serve in His vineyard.
June 7, 2025
Behind the bird perched on the chair
In the shade
There is a submarine in the harbor
In the sun---light
The world doesn't laugh at us
As we so often might feel
But with us, though we don't always---laugh
And so we organize everything around us
As if it was our job to do so.
All the mysterious, deepening wells of
Jokes and complete nonsense found
Absolutely---everywhere
We try to organize.
As if it was our job to do so.
Though it is no more our job to
Force it to all make sense then
It is the bird's job to sit on the
Chair in the shade with the sunlit
Sub idle in the rippling water behind
Her---
It is no more our job than breathing is a job.
Like breathing, we just do it.
There is no moral here: just sun and shade,
Birds and submarines---and humans
Trying to play a non-existent game,
Trying to remember to laugh, trying to stop trying.
This about tops it all to be polite and honest
a very narrow valley exists between two mountains
Bigots have too much to say between words of hate
racist from a far right wing corrupting the purity of perfection
their goal has finally began working for chaos
overturning basic human rights blacklisting certain virtues
Then unnaturally devaluing human life to suit an evil agenda
freedom of speech, still has a voice and opinion not yet shut down
The good doctors are getting persecuted wrongfully
for speaking the truth in their mind's eye
holding onto moral values identifying with caring
The justice system supports this injustice
it's an insult to knowledge and intelligence
to make an object of certain soul's purity
then condemn good for being bad
it's where love's concerned suffers fate
describing them as physically unclean
Refugees came running from Hitlers rule
Save these victims from a death so cruel!
"Never again!" were the words they muttered
"We must defend our land" soon they uttered
Building your home on someone else's land
Planting your flag within Palestine sand
It was your plan, to steal and then expand
From those who reached out and gave you a hand
They said they designated a safe space
Where you won't be attacked. So go! Make haste
Relocate quickly to where it is safe
Unfairly bombed before reaching that place
Many innocent children run and play
While bombs say hi to them every day
Even those in wheel chairs who move with haste
Bombed again before reaching the safe place
Every child who sees his family die
Knows the days of when they were mistreated
They are stricken with heart break as they cry
Grow up to be the next Hamas leader
Social media shows blood that is spilled
Women, children, even newlyweds killed
Babies, prematures and bundles unborn
Never lived their life for they were soon mourned
International courts did not succeed
In saving lives and bringing worldly peace
Lack of love and human rights is portrayed
Through our Society's moral decay
The stale air smells of rubble, blood and fear
As nations march out supporting your side
Oh Palestine! Weep not for peace is near!
And soon there will be no more genocide
Fireworks of death rained on the Gazan sky
Souls journey to heaven saying goodbye
They can try all they want to break your spine
They cannot kill the heart of Palestine!
The Future as Irony
If we try to look ahead, say ten years when ex-president Trump sits in a cell in Arizona sent by Elon Musk, who rules the world and has an army of all-seeing AI officials, people will wonder why Trump lived that long, living on burgers and Pepsi Cola, concluding it is a long-life diet they too must live by to become very old.
They don’t know that Elon Musk, the Titan planted a chip in Trump’s brain to keep him alive showing us he has no hard feelings against the man, who got him sacked in 2025 from a job he had taken delight in because there had been many protests from other wealthy people, who the truth was told about their thieving.
Elon Musk is a remarkable man, he puts on a false beard, puts in old clothes and pretends he is poor, walks into cafés, asks for a burger and coffee, if the staff refuses to serve the poor man food, Elon Musk reviles himself and fire the staff who has to beg for food to survive as a moral lesson, the chart-savvy people applauded him
Anarchy
“Anarchy.” Wondered, Master Satan.
Yes anarchy. Because of the moral.
“The moral. What moral?” What??
The only true and original. From God.
“From God.” Do you think that's right?”
Yes. That is right. The Right. Only one.
“Only one? From the One. Only One?”
But degenerated science blocks his.
“His eternal work and life. The creation.”
Yes. I mean it. Medicine is the anarchy.
“Anarchy. Stateless society. Medicine?”
I mean, block the mental poison. All of.
“Good idea.” Civil desiboidence. Hmm.”
Yes. People say no. No mental crime.
“Anymore. Basically paid by governments.”
The mental crime. Yes. Man-made crime.
They are legalized mental criminals. All.
“Psychology. Psychologists. You don’t like.”
Destroyed my life. My life goals. My desires.
“But the state is re-creating them. Again.”
This is the key. Your sentence. Opposite.
“What opposite? Do you mean state-God?”
Yes, and re-creating is deleting all of them.
“Oh, I understand. The order of God is life.”
Yes. Sure. The perfect order. Without rulers.
“Without psychologists, you mean it first.”
Yes. They are soldiers of this world. Paid.
“You mean the mental control. And power.”
Yes. The perfect world is perfect tranquility.
And there is no state, state power. Never.
“Then?” What is there? Humanity, no kings?”
A society without a state. Without human rulers.
The perfect anarchy. Pure life. The Paradise.
Yes. Life there is independent of human laws.
“Yes. But you aren’t talking about human rights.”
Yes. There is no crime. No need for human rights.
“What is there? What? You can’t live without rights.”
Human rights protect you in the human world. “Yes.”
There is no need to be afraid anymore. — The world of God.
Yes. Anarchists seeking a stateless world, a life.
It exists. Always. This is the Paradise. There is no state there.
“So, the anarchy is looking for God,
But the anarchists can not find Paradise.”
Yes, this is my opinion,
My dear Master Satan.
“Hmm.”
Yes.
The society without a state
The stateless society
Is the Paradise of God
Loveful
Peaceful
Greatful
Principle
Of Anarchy
Standing on the springboard of idiocity, spitting out lies shamelessly. Idiots of the nation in the corridors of power.
Preaching shadows of democracy but catalysts of democratic backsliding committing heinous crimes in the broad daylight. The idiots of the nation in the corridors of power.
Their Satanic hypocrisy is the product of their arrogance and mental stupidity. Their big ego blinds them from ultimate reality.
Pretending to be superior while standing on the shoulders of the masses, the idiots of the nation in the corridors of power.
Novel entities of society lack moral values, being drunk with power. lot of the mumbo jumbo from their mouth .
Turning politics into business of lies and manipulation, the idiots of the nation in the corridors of power.
Robbing the poor and destroying their nations, mischief-makers on the world stage. thinking with their bottom and not the top !
Climbing the ladder of success dubiously and ruthlessly, committing organised crime day and night against their nations.
Idiots of the nation standing on the springboard of idiocity!
By Chanda Katonga.
It could be true
I often wonder if there is a secret plot.
If the virus was human-made to reduce the number
of people living in poverty, and the old?
The minorities who live in inadequate cold housing have
high risk of catching the pest.
How can the poor keep the distance when living?
In tiny flats they cannot move, a lousy diet makes them vulnerable.
They die in record-high numbers.
It was like smearing the virus in liquid for on doors
and wait.
But the hidden elite was surprised who quickly the virus spread.
It affected their own, even a prime minister,
But he was known for having a loose moral and probably
Got it from a scullery maid, in his circle of toffs it is normal
Sleeping with a maid.
When a sufficient number had died of the vaccine was introduced
They had held back for many months it is free, and we are thankful.
And think not of revolution.
a practiced smile on her face
a mother’s oenomel breath puffs wind under gossamer wings
reminiscent of the translucent wings of green lacewings—
mistaken for a pest, but beneficial—
to strike out and explore a thorny world
resisting the siren call of spring’s scent
turning their heads with songs of love
emerging personalities
unravel the cocoon spun in love
as naiveté fragmentises into bluster
a mother unobtrusively dries tears
desiring a moral code of empathy towards all
the sweet fragrance of pride
a tantalising selection between
intrinsic values and
natural curiosity—
concomitant heartbeat tempos to dog-eared sheet music of ambition
culminating in Life’s crescendo
natural selection, be damned
as recalcitrant offspring echoes eons of mitochondrial resilience
Who is this Malaysian boy?
His style is dashing,
His eyes are beckoning.
He is the eastern boy from Nnewi,
With the hands that work all day,
Where poverty has no space.
He is the western boy from Ile-Ife,
With the reckoning personality of dignity,
Here,kingship breeds.
He is the northern boy from Daura,
With the ancestral voyage of valour,
A nature of prestige.
You'll find him in his abode,
In the central district of Kuala Lumpur,
He burns candles at both ends,
The Nigerian trait of dutifulness.
Leaving b'ami,ma'mi,Aduke and Akanni back home,
He had tears in his eyes.
Again,his face lit up with the hopes of riches and glamours.
"In the nearest years", he had said,"I'll be rich and famous".
"I'll buy mama,papa,Nwanne and Nna each,a plot of land".
"Magnificent structures will stand on each land".
"Aminatu and Aliyu will go to better schools",
"Ramatallahi will no longer be a milk-maid".
He said these when leaving the shores of his fatherland.
His kidneys are dually intact,
They are very special to him.
He has been taught the essence of hardwork.
He understands the menace of moral decadences,
And the consequences therein.
He's indeed not a drug peddler,
He is not into cybercrime,
He's only gone in search of greener pastures.