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He entered Jerusalem on an ass
as the crowd lay palm fronds before his feet.
And multitudes cheered Him as he rode pass
loved by the poor, yet feared by the elite.
The charge of insurrection once implied,
allowed Pontius Pilate to end His days.
And Jewish Rabbis had Him crucified
for challenging their traditional ways.
Roman soldiers mercilessly scourged Him,
stripping muscle and sinew to the bone.
And weaving a crown of thorns on a whim,
they mocked this king of kings without a throne.
"Forgive them, Lord, they know not what they do,"
with these words, He died on the cross, that’s true.
(Sonnet)
04/10/2020
I stand amazed when I ponder from my weak mind a power so immense that it encompasses the universe. A power beyond all understanding radiating from God’s domain of Heaven. A power
so Holy that the Jewish Rabbis would not say his name except in rituals. A power without end yet a power with endless love for his creation, mankind. A power so vast that he knew us before we were born and knows us by name. a power defying logic and a Trinity that transcends all boundaries of imagination yet so personable that God begot his Son, though that Son, (John 1:1-3) was with God in the beginning and was God who stepped out of the God Head to become flesh and born of a woman. A power in full control of world events as evidenced when Jesus calmed the wind as in Mathew 8:23.
Then another essence of God, the Holy Spirit, who can live in man and the world at the same time,
and always waiting for the new believer to come forth and plead the acceptance of Jesus Christ in churches and lives all over the world in the same moment in time. Jesus, the Son who was willing to lay down his glory for his creation.
If not for Jesus, my thoughts alone would send me to hell. Hell is mentioned in the Bible more than Heaven.
God has no peers and is so Holy that he defined sin and set it apart so that believers and nonbelievers alike understand it. Sin cannot enter the presence of God.
Jesus is the only way, and it is through his blood and resurrection to attain salvation and not works, “Lest we boast.” Your goodness will not do it for you.
“I am the way, the truth and the life, no man comes to the Father except through me.” All other supposed ways are false gods and rotting in their graves and others mere manmade stone images leading the way to doom.
The God of the Christians is personable and when you accept Jesus as your Savior you will know he is real, for you will be aware of his Spirit. If you want to experience God, you can, just ask him to reveal himself to you and save you and take him at his word. You don’t have to clean yourself, he will clean you. You will still sin but you will strive not to.
I ponder these things and know that I’m not worthy of the promise, but I don’t have to understand, Just believe and accept the gift of Grace by faith and nothing.
The following verse is the result of an email exchange I had with Rabbi Tovia Singer. He admitted, in an email to me, that he knew he was telling a false tale. But he never bothered to inform his listeners of the source being World News Daily (WND), known to publish false claims. The chariot wheels story is known male bovine excrement.
Tovia Singer, a rabbi of fame,
Is known for his Christianity claim,
That it’s a fraud and just not true,
And believing it is bad to do.
He talks of Jesus and the apostle Paul,
And show us how they’re off the wall.
He uses history and archaeology,
To demonstrate their false mythology.
But when it comes to his own belief,
He runs from the facts like a guilty thief.
When asked about archaeology disagreeing,
He talks softly, stammers, from the topic he’s fleeing.
I think the term hypocrite applies,
To this man who also tells lies.
He told a story about the Red Sea,
And Pharoah’s chariots catastrophe.
That wheels were found under the water,
After God allowed this slaughter.
World News Daily, the source of this news,
A journal well known for printing false views.
And when told of the source, he said he didn’t care,
And also stated that he was aware,
That the story was just a plain fake,
So trust this man at your own sake.
So it seems that rabbis really do lie.
Just more bull from a fake good guy.
Remember all the Wise Men on their knees upon your yacht?
With orphans on their backs they’d crawled (with others that they’d brought)
Through rubble on the highway sands and residues of Lot.
They came from severed cities selling postcards of your thoughts,
Though offered for a penny piece, not even worth a jot.
They mused
“How are you feeling? What it is you want, you’ve got.
The words you scrawl on calling cards: ‘I AM – the others NOT’
Shun wisdoms of the Seven Seas: ‘Salvation can’t be bought’ –
Your fathers tried before you and your fathers came to naught.
“You started out by gelding goats and then by casting lots
Of bodies to the battlefields, contorted, tight and taut,
Then wallowed in the wake of trails the dervish devil trots.
“With marching bands of fatherlands, and drums of Hottentots,
You lure your legions in harm’s way like giant juggernauts.
Like Tweedle Dum your minions come (the sober and the sots,
The troglodytes, barbarians, and mislead patriots,
The Vandals, Huns and Hannibals and seaport Cypriots,
The Japanese, the Congolese, Americans and Scots)
To vanquish bows and arrows, spears and catapulted shots
Of those who hide in bamboo huts their families, pale, distraught,
(Their withered wives with dried up breasts, their swollen babes in cots)
Who swoon, engulfed in poison darts and vats of acid hot,
Consumed by magic mushroom clouds, atomic megawatts.
“In churches of your deities, your Holy Huguenots,
Your Imams, Rabbis, Voodoo Dolls and Mitered Lancelots
Lit wicked kindled candled walls in temples (while we fought)
(Used pins and needles, magic spells on makeshift mock whatnots)
And mosques, cathedrals, synagogues have blessed each new onslaught
With prayers for pipers, puppets, pawns, your rigid armed robots.
Continued in Part 2…
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PETER or SIMON the YOUNGER
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slower
lower
grower
thrower
Christ calls~"Have faith,"~slower~lower~rock
Build church~confuse~grower~thrower~flock
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ANDREW the ELDER
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netter
better
petter
getter
Catch fish~Greek~Saint~netter~better~first
Bonds~apprise Christ~petter~getter~versed
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JAMES of ZEBEDEE the GREATER
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marvelled
compelled
upheld
rebelled
Wonder~victim~marvelled~compelled~zeal
Witness~fiery~upheld~rebelled~peal
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JOHN of ZEBEDEE
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observed
deserved
conserved
unnerved
Flux~beloved~observed~deserved~great
Cross Christ foot~zeal~conserved~unnerved~trait
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PHILIP
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willing
filling
quilling
spilling
Holy Ghost fronts~willing~filling~yearn
Guides Divine Truth~quilling~spilling~learn
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BARTHOLOMEW or NATHANIEL
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sincere
adhere
severe
revere
Gospel~devout~sincere~adhere~true
Exquisite pain~severe~revere~blue
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THOMAS the TWIN
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blow out
misdoubt
set out
spread out
Abrupt~doubter~blow out~misdoubt~Word
Farthest preacher~set out~spread out~heard
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MATTHEW
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trolling
goading
probing
coping
Tax collector~trolling~goading~tax
Redirector~probing~coping~ex
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JAMES of ALPHAEUS the LESSER
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minor
signer
shiner
liner
Two James~tax ex~minor~signer~yes
Matthew's brother?~shiner~liner~bless
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JUDE or THADDEUS or LEBBAEUS
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abstract
retract
enact
in fact
Birth name~given~abstract~retract~seal
Early church ruled~enact~in fact~deal
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SIMON the ZEALOT or the CANAANITE
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belies
implies
rabbis
revise
Gentiles~Christians~belies~implies~wise
Law of Moses~rabbis~revise~guys
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JUDAS ISCARIOT
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doomsday
betray
convey
dismay
Thirty pieces~doomsday~betray~spell
Kiss~Judas Tree~convey~dismay~hell
Come and see the tiny baby,
sleeping on a bed of straw.
The angels came and sang His praises,
and shepherds watched in silent awe.
Come and see who's in the temple,
listening to the rabbis teach;
a twelve year old who asks them questions,
His wisdom is beyond their reach.
"Come and see," said John The Baptist,
"The Lamb of God sent from above.
On Him the Father sent His Spirit,
it came down on Him like a dove."
"Come and see," insisted Andrew,
when he found Simon by the sea.
"I believe we've found Messiah.
Drop your nets and come with me."
"Come and see", cried out the woman,
"The man who told me all I'd done.
He said He'd give me living water.
Could He be the Holy One?"
Come and see this man called Jesus.
He heals the sick, the blind, the lame.
Even demons are subject to Him.
Those He touches are never the same.
Come and see this Jewish Rabbi,
as He teaches on the hill.
The crowds are spellbound by His message,
He teaches them about God's will.
Come and see the righteous anger,
of the man from Galilee.
See Him cleanse the crowded temple,
of the merchants and their greed.
Come and see the Lord at prayer,
in the garden on His knees.
Sweating drops of blood in anguish,
God's will be done is what He pleads.
Come and see the man betrayed,
by His own disciple's kiss.
Sold for thirty silver coins,
by a traitor in His midst.
Come and see the suffering servant,
hands and feet nailed to the cross.
Hear Him say, "Father, forgive them,"
as His friends weep for their loss.
Come and see, His tomb is empty.
See, the stone has been rolled away.
The Son of God has conquered death,
He has risen from the grave.
Come and see the risen Savior,
See and touch His nail-pierced hands.
Hear Him say, "Go preach the gospel,
to every nation, every land."
Come and see, men, women, children,
Jesus is the Life, the Truth, the Way,
to peace and joy and life everlasting.
Believe in Him without delay.
Entered in Richard Lamoureux's Battle of the Honorable Mentions Contest
written 2008
entered in Anthony Slausen's "Jesus" contest
Honorable Mention
Bravery was required and being willing to stand for freedom and justice was demanded. Apathy, cowardice, and indifference only provided ammunition for the ever-imposing Roman government.
Rebellion was in my blood, and I was willing to shed it all for the cause of Jewish freedom. Anything less than force and violence was never going to get the job done, not even Jesus Christ because all of the religious sects, rabbis, and High Priests were simply being used by the Romans.
Being a rebel for the cause of freedom and the restoration of Israel was all I cared anything about. As I found myself caught up in the same judicial system as Jesus, I encountered the crossroad of my life. Sadness filled my heart, and tears filled my eyes as the masses chose to free me a criminal instead of Jesus.
03032019PoSoup
One of the many secrets of life:
There is no true freedom.
Man is slave to his own ignorance
And to his own personal sense of reality.
This, in turn, leads to another secret:
The only true sin is ignorance.
All the sought-out and accepted teachings
Of priests and prophets,
Rabbis and theologians,
Imams and evangelicals
Are just rhetoric, empty words from hollow men
Purportedly meant to give
Comfort and order to Man's life,
But only succeed in burdening him
With a genuine and profound sense
Of undeserved guilt for sins he did not commit.
All the answers Man thinks
He learns from these teachings about life's secrets
Are merely vague, naïve assumptions
Based on unlistened to answers
To unanswered questions,
In his trite and pitiful attempt
To deal with the biggest secret of all…
The reality of death…
And coming, finally, to the inevitable conclusion
That there is no arguing with reality.
Author's note: There is no forestalling the inevitable moment, whenever it may come. The best that most of us can hope for is, that when it's our turn, we might possibly go saddened but not embittered.
Over eight hundred Palestinian women and children held hostage by Israel
no charges, no crimes, an IOF soldier confessed, intimidation the goal
IOF using children as human shields
on Oct 7th IOF helicopters shot their own, as documented by Haaretz
at the exact same time, Palestinians were having their homes bull dozed
their land stolen
seventy fives years of de humanization
National geographic has a map of 1947
please have a look
then go read
Jimmy Carters books
the IOF snipers shot a woman and child in a church
think about that
life has no value, they care not who they kill
aid workers and reporters
fodder for their guns
Hannibal's directive you can not make this up
the Israeli Supreme court has spoken many times
a people who welcomed the European as refugees
soon to regret their kindness
Israel formed by terrorists, so lets condemn this terror
the true Semites of the land, Jews and rabbis
stand by their Palestinian brothers and sisters
holocaust families handing tissues, they saw it once before
now thousands of children slaughtered
you are witnessing evil first hand
seventy five years or horror and crimes
How melancholic was the silent Saint Peter's Basilica
without a melody played by the bearded deacon,
priest of the Camelites who died in sea-washed Licata;
there, the Viol was played by Angelic of Jerusalem!
For years, it was covered in dust and fallen into oblivion:
it missed the Gregorian music sang with sheer enthusiasm!
A humble pilgrim expressed his faith in terms of miles:
he traveled far in search of spiritual enlightenment...
not knowing how close to him was the resurrected Christ!
The Parishers with drab faces waited for his return,
they missed his soothing music that delighted their smiles:
they believed that Jerusalem was a city of little concern!
Jerusalem wasn't Rome embellished with marbles and bricks,
not churches built with white limestone found in the highlands,
those same hills where Jesus preached on the Mount of Olives,
and amid Jewish rabbis and Orthodox priests with long sakkos,
Angelic blended well and continued his pilgrimage despite dangers...
nobody knew his whereabouts that increased their unfounded fears!
Finally, a letter was delivered to the archbishop of Rome;
Pope Pius II in white choir cassock trembling opened it,
and read it to the teary Parishers wishing he had returned home!
" I have knelt in front of Christ's sepulcher and prayed,
I will remain in Jerusalem and finish what I've started."
Profound silence dominated in the Basilica illuminated by sunset!