I can't think. This world's a blur. I hate their sickness. I hate their cure. Such was I, no amateur. I still hate their pretty package of manure. Sin is dumb. The world's stupid. Get out of my face, you're worthless. But then I'm reminded that Christians are salt and light: Salt to prevent the
Who could have ever imagined the depths He would descend? From His Father's home, Father's throne, angels' gaze, heaven's dome, down, down, to the nether regions, home of men and Legions. Humble, He, to shame the mighty; meek at heart, not sightly. Further still now descends He down, bearing cross, wearing crown. Up He gets
Like Paul of old I got life in my soul, put off the old, crucified to the world. This is definitive but there is the progressive, and with holiness I intend to be aggressive. I want to be purer than a Puritan, and dead to sin like perfect tense. My members yield as instruments, not
O God, please grant repentance to this whole nation! Pour out Your Spirit of grace and supplication! Take away the ungodly from our midst with all their aphorisms, rally cries, and fists. Declare what is right through Your chosen men appointed to herald the truth of Christ's salvation. Bend this nation! Bend Trudeau! End this
Its a brave new world, the year's nineteen-eighty-four, and the Fahrenheit's higher than its ever been be-451. The news speaks daily to the "raging" pandemic, so you can all live safely in a monitored planet. The worst kind of lies are the ones that seem true, and if you question the facts, then they'll question
With what do you make a vaccine? Babies chopped up in a can. The doctors, so wise, they "immortalize" cells that just last their life span. With what do you make a vaccine? Thimerosal (that's mercury). The doctors, so wise, cause those lazy eyes, seizures, autism, A.D.D. With what do you make a vaccine? Aluminum,
Ecclesiology is the study of or a discourse regarding [logy = logos] the church [ecclesia]. In my book The King and His Kingdom I present Ecclesiology along with each of the other 10 categories of systematic theology through an eschatological-Christocentric lens. Christ is at the center of God's purpose that is unveiled at the end
Why a face with eyes of azure? Staring gates of open pleasure. Why the sound of whistling, whining, soft and high, low and dying? Why the grasp of understanding with lips and tongue all underlying? Why smell's sense of familiarity, pleasant, pungent, and vulgarity? Why expression, eye brows, forehead? Written, scribbled, self-suggestive. Oh, the
(This is a poetic-didactic story similar to and inspired by John Bunyan's Pilgrim's Progress and The Life and Death of Mr. Badman. I'm writing it primarily for my family, but would you like me to complete this and publish it? Please comment if you wish. Thank you. The Lord bless it to your hearing.). There
To live as though I have no wife; to hate this world and earthly life. Kill the body! Can't kill the soul!
