Writing the Wrongs

Screwing around in the dark, making love in the Light
Wanting to quarry the Day, inside mining the night
And it’s easier to wield the pen than man the fight

“We’re not a jack-in-the-box, popping up when I need You
“A, see ya in a year or two when the bill comes due.”
And its a damaged pot that stirs its own stew

“If sin is your theology, you’re going to lose”
Only ailing Christians swill the blues
And stagger the line, objectifying the view

It’s a desecration of all that’s right
to rue the Day and blame-shift the night
And yeah, it’s easier to pen than man the fight

“Stop writing the wrongs and be the Light”


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The Seer

Ob-Scene I

Some strive the blackest back-lit lie, their truths on the mind they’ve seared
Some only journey to query kindred, forgot a greater than Moses is here?
Some rock their own ricksha boat; blame shift the wakes made them queer
Some others drift like lonesome flotsam, man vessels ill equipped to steer
Some ones hide in boulder crevices; throw rocks with a delusional leer
Some ones hide in the plainest of sight, hidden pain to fabricate cheer
Some moments cast the dye with a hurl, hue time with soulful tears
Some breaths strangle like a jilted lover, wretch the will to persevere
Some repetition to strike only the minute, tick the eternal like a fiscal year
Some loose mouths tout only circumstance; project misuse like a bombardier

Some times the mirror doesn’t resonate, the reflection won’t wash clear
Some days fade the loveliest visage, torture faith give way to fear

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The Mystery Disclosed


I recall, after reading the story for the first time, saying repeatedly to the Lord again and again, “I wanna be an Enoch, I wanna be an Enoch.” It became a refrain. I didn’t shut up til He shut me up; point is, Enoch is one instance in the Bible where the rapture has already taken place.  If that don’t trip yer switch, lights aren’t on yet anyway!

Enoch had such a close and intimate relationship with God that one day he just vanished—God took him. Genesis 5:24; Hebrews 11:5  The Voice

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Atheist Professor Becomes Christian.

“Ordway gives a very personal account of what it was like to be changed, speaking of how difficult and fearful it was for her to change her beliefs and become a Christian: “It is a hard thing to look at the truth when it runs contrary to what you’ve always believed. The experience is like pulling back the curtains in a dimly lit room and looking out the window to see what’s really inside. When your eyes are used to artificial light, the bright sunlight is almost blinding; your eyes may sting and even water at the brightness, and the temptation is to turn away to the more comfortable dimness.”

James Bishop's Theological Rationalism


Dr. Holly Ordway has published a book titled Not God’s Type, telling her personal story. She begins “I had never in my life said a prayer, never been to a church service. Christmas meant presents and Easter meant chocolate bunnies–nothing more.” But her views get hardened: “In college, I absorbed the idea that Christianity was historical curiosity, or a blemish on modern civilization, or perhaps both. My college science classes presented Christians as illiterate anti-intellectuals who, because they didn’t embrace Darwinism, threatened the advancement of knowledge. My history classes omitted or downplayed references to historical figures’ faith.” Still later, “At thirty-one years old, I was an atheist college professor–and I delighted in thinking of myself that way. I got a kick out of being an unbeliever; it was fun to consider myself superior to the unenlightened, superstitious masses, and to make snide comments about Christians.” (p.15-16)

Ordway was a trained…

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