Prayers from the Land of Rain and Blood

Part I.  The Unbeaten Path.

Prayer is a command performance,

it is the privilege of children and

the shoed habit of bonded servants.

Prayer is the last remaining arrangement of words on earth

with weight enough to press from our thoughts

the nutritious juice of humility for the refreshment of our soul.

Prayer is continuous, like

the turning of a smooth stone in the cup of our hand,

we might lose thought of it, yet it never leaves our grip.

The afferent nerve of prayer is sound doctrine;

its efferent nerve is the gospel.

For those who have nobly seen the Lord

and lowly stand before Him,

who know the only living, true God,

and Jesus Christ the sent One;

the practice of prayer gives good posture

to walk  in the Spirit their new creation.

Spoken from the heart believing

God has raised the Lord from the dead,

asking and working prayer prevails

as mighty because whoever so speaks,

speaks in the power of the secret and hidden wisdom

God decreed before the ages for hearing

in this age of doomed rulers;  

for spiritual judges and their glory

to see, live, move and breathe in prayer,

and have their being not as cosmic powers dare,

but with all the saints baptized into and throughout 

the breadth and length and height and depth,

possessed by knowing as one known

the love of Christ surpassing knowledge,

filled with the Spirit, giving thanks

always for everything to God the Father

in the name of the Lord Jesus Christ,  

adoring Christ submitting to one another

filled with all the fullnes of God.

Prayer tries the hope of glory.

By the fruit of its labor in the sweat of our soul

we die to hiring each other out

as underlings to advance our own desire.

By the fruit of its labor in the sweat of our soul

we are emptied of any vain praise, to better see

one another aright in lowliness of mind.

Each is allowed to regard all others

as more important than self, in prayer.

The beauty of a woman in prayer

is her freedom from all fear,

even as the worthy praise of a man

is to purge his prayers of pride.

The Scripture cannot be broken,

should we die like men when God judges the earth?

Male and female God created man in His own image.

This means between being sent and returning,

we judge His word in His living, listening presence,

praying before the throne of grace ablaze with flames of fire,

naked and exposed to the eyes of Him to whom

we must give account.

To the envy of the kinsmen of the King,

prayer releases vital speech

within the church,

before God seated at His heavenly court,

and among the nations.

Intruders and imperialists march

over bridges they never should have built.

We journey the path of peace,

the unbeaten path of prayer,

leaving to others the gossip of this age

about wars and rumors of wars.

For the now dear friend I would counsel you to walk the unbeaten path of prayer, “the soul of faith,” little traveled, though no sojourner on it suffers defeat. For the Christian, the amazing truth of prayer is not that God answers prayer; this even the demons know and shudder. What is amazing about prayer is that prayer begets uncharted prayer.  Whoever prays is changed each time he or she is taken up in prayer.  The church grows through prayer.  His beloved builds herself up in love

by each member speaking out to God

always

with all prayer

and humble petition in the Spirit,

and watching thereunto

with all perseverance

and supplication

for all saints

that we may together

boldly proclaim the mystery of the Gospel,

while living a manner of life worthy of it.

For the Scripture says, “Whoever believes in Him will not be put to shame.” He who is Lord of all abounds in riches for all who call upon Him. Have we not believed in Him upon whom we call? Have we not heard Him in whom we believe? Did not another preach to us that we might hear? Was not this one sent who preached to us? Having shod our feet with the beauty of prayer, let us go accordingly to those who still sit in darkness and the shadow of death, trusting the tender mercy of our God to guide us into the way of peace.

The best way we exercise our faith for its working through God’s love is to stumble over believing but nonetheless, getting up again to believe the things we know are true without knowing why except that they are written in the sacred writings for our learning. Thanks be to God! We were slaves of sin, but we became obedient from the heart to that standard of teaching to which we were committed, and having been freed from sin, we became slaves of righteousness. God has sent His only begotten Son into the world so that we might live through Him. God is love, and the one who abides in love abides in God, and God abides in him. By this, love is perfected with us, that we may have confidence in the day of judgment; because as He is, so also are we in this world.

As it is written,

Abraham against hope believed in hope,

that he might

become the father of many nations,

according to that which was spoken,

“So shall thy seed be.”

And therefore it was imputed to him for righteousness.

Now it was not written for his sake alone, that it was imputed to him,

but for us also, to whom it shall be imputed,

if we believe on Him that raised up

Jesus, our Lord, from the dead;

who was delivered on account of and owing

to our offenses (2 Corinthians 5:12; 1 Peter 2:4),

and was raised again on account of and owing

to our justification, who being now justified by His

blood shall be saved from wrath through Him (Romans 4:18, 22-25/5:9).

These precious things make us wise for salvation through faith in Christ Jesus. We desperately want to trust Him while believing He is trustworthy. We believe in the Father’s faithfulness to His only begotten Son, who is in the bosom of the Father. We trust in the Son, who said of the Father to demonstrate His solidarity with us, “I will put my trust in Him.” Lord, I believe; help Thou mine unbelief. Therefore, we confess, “If we believe not, yet He abideth faithful; He cannot deny Himself.”

Lord, as you have delivered us from the wrath to come, so discipline us that we may share in your holiness. Your love has no need of increase Lord, therefore, increase our faith to fit what you allot. Teach us to dress ourselves to serve you. As your unworthy slaves we should do only as you command ought to be done. What question rises up in me to challenge my Lord’s faithfulness that I cannot first justly dismiss as on account of and owing to my own ignorance, sloth or lack of loyalty? So disqualified how dare I judge Him? May the Lord God be found true, though every man be found a liar, as it is written, “That Thou mightest be justified in Thy words, and mightest prevail when Thou art judged before Thou dost enter into judgment.”

We know so many useless things without knowing why. Delivered to us by custom and by venue of speech they settle down in us as given. Happenstance names those who laid down these ruts that lead to the hut of our heart, which we run with animal abandon. Ecce homo: homo habitus. Behind the bestowing and through our back and forth coming and going to furnish our heart with familiar surroundings, we quilt together a filthy-rag fashion of behavior that we wear as our personal disposition. We don this costume to attend the masked ball of life, the festivity to which the ruler of this world invites us, who is the father of lies and the first murderer. We prepare for our grand arrival. We paint ourselves men and women most certain by pretending to hide from our sight the word of God, as if we cannot see all things seen were made of things which do not appear. The make believe ballroom and chandelier setting blind us to the messenger of warning, sent to tell us not to be afraid. As if, any terror or amazement could frighten us! We dance our conscience dizzy. We laugh our ears dull. We fall into the stupor of hyperdulia, full of ourselves as lovers of self. We do this so well for so long that we forget to reckon the gown of our soul and all the heart’s furnishings as nothing more than ill-fitting, accidental provisions those bigger than us gave us as children. Blessed are the fathers whose heart has been turned to the children. They turn the heart of the children to their fathers by teaching them the sacred writings, making them wise in the art of winning souls. The fruit of their lives is the tree of life. Their speech intercedes for all of us who still wear the crude, fragmented scraps of the story mixed with the lie one generation passes on to the next by forgetting some of its parts while piecing together others. This monotonous ritual of misunderstanding has gone on since God first broke the waters and destroyed the Tower of Babel. Praise God, He hears the prayers of the fathers because they know Him who is from the beginning.

This however does not dissuade the rest of us to seize whatever we can get our hands on to throw up barricades against the King’s troops upon our hearing of their advancing. What primitive weapons of warfare we do grab from the armory of the flesh to keep even our first thought from being taken captive to obey Christ, born our Captain. What strongholds! What arguments! What lofty opinions! What towering questions we build from such meager materiel, little more than flotsam left from after God destroyed the world with water and scattered the lineage of human imagination to historical and geographical smithereens!

Why demand to know these things for sure? Why not rather inquire, how shall this be? Why not be dumb until the day we believe the words of angels, which shall be fulfilled in their season? Why not eagerly wait? Why not yearn with agony? Why not hope, be blessed, prevail and be purified? Why not behave as if a victim, an Artist’s work consumed by truth to the innermost being? Why not endure with much longsuffering the vessels of wrath fitted to destruction until God wills to show His wrath and to make His power known? The end of all things is at hand; therefore, should we not be of sound judgment and sober spirit for the purpose of prayer? As obedient children, let us resist conforming to lusts once ours in ignorance. Rather, like the Holy One who called us, let us become holy in our behavior; because it is written, “You shall be holy, for I am Holy.”

Like the little boy with his few fishes and loaves,

why not give our words,

all things we take for granted and

our hearts up for the feeding of thousands?

Father, what you have given us

we give back to Jesus as an offering of prayer,

trusting Him to look down from heaven

to bless us,

to break us and

give us to all who hunger after Him that they may be satisfied.

Prayers for the Dead.

“Man enjoys infinitely more that he needs and lays to waste infinitely more than he enjoys,” our strange Magus of the North once taught us. True too in the land of rain and blood, we enjoy infinitely more than we will ever know. The one true God who alone is goodgives us rains from heaven and fruitful seasons,satisfying our hearts with food and gladnesswhile allowing us of one bloodto grope for Him and find Him.The one true God who alone is good

is good to all, and His faithfulness is to all generations.

The one true God who alone is good

sheds His mercies over all His works.

The Judge of all the earth,

the one true God who alone is good,

is kind to the ungrateful and the evil,

for He causes His sun to rise on evil and good,

and sends rain on the just and the unjust.

He whose voice the dead shall hear

(and those who hear shall live)

commands us to be merciful,

reminding us our Father in heaven is merciful,

the one true God who alone is good.

On the day fixed by the one true God who alone is good, those who have suppressed the truth to refuse honor to the Son will suffer a remorse beyond what can be measured by whatever the just and unjust have together needed, enjoyed, wasted or known. God’s wrath abides upon those who take advantage of His kindness yet reject the manner in which He chooses to demonstrate His love toward us sinners, which is the very same way by which He reveals His righteousness. God reveals His wrath from heaven against all ungodliness and unrighteousness of men, who by unrighteousness suppress the truth about the Son. Behold, the Lord came with ten thousands of his holy ones, to execute judgment on all and to convict all the ungodly of all their deeds of ungodliness that they have committed in such an ungodly way, and of all the dry, grievous fierce things that ungodly sinners have spoken against Him. Words of kindling for His eyes of fire, whose throne was ablaze with flames. Its wheels were a burning fire. A river of fire was flowing and coming out from before Him; thousands upon thousands were attending Him, and myriads upon myriads were standing before Him. The court sat, and the books were opened. The wicked shall not stand in judgment, nor sinners in the congregation of the righteous; for the Lord knows the way of the righteous, but the way of the wicked will perish.

These are grumblers,

through trapped stale air in a hollow dead space

their voices convoy intrigues with a low and indistinct roar.

Do not be deceived, it is through these the devil prowls,

playing the roaring lion, seeking someone to devour.

They dispense discontent by private divvying in complaints.

Setting brother upon brother to bite and consume one another.

malcontents,

finding fault in their lot surveyed by what they have not,

these repiners, fretters, whiners gnaw away at fellowship.

They rub it raw to rub it out.

Ravelers who weaken by weight of strain,

corrode first what they later wear away.

They are querulous quibblers, masters of vex, the makers of the fray.

following their own sinful desires;

Drawn to their craving lust,

the needle of their inner compass points to their pleasures,

as an unreasoning catalyst must.

They look at what they wish to have,

fall upon it and attach themselves to it.

Emboldened by concupiscence their own,

their blood boils with hell bent heat,

racing through seared hearts of stone,

pumped in rhythm to this dry drum’s bludgeoning beat.

they are loud-mouthed boasters,

swaggering braggarts with tongues of brawn,

they seek in secret to enfeeble their listeners

so to make the case in public that they alone are strong.

High flown and over blown, their great words,

grant nothing, acknowledge nothing, mean nothing

except they alone deserve to be heard.

showing favoritism to gain advantage.

They dispense calculated compliments to capture the unaware,

pretending honor to satisfy pleasure,

they circle the weakest to sever all support

to gain what profit comes without loyalty or care.

They zealously seek ties not for good, but to be

zealously sought.

They shop for friends like wares sold and bought,

disguising themselves in hues of light to hide the truth

that their souls are puffed up, not upright but corrupt.

The Holy Spirit gently embarrasses us by proving how hopelessly wrong we are, if we refuse to believe in Jesus. Crowned with glory and honor by suffering death, Jesus makes to no effect the devil’s power of death. He delivers all who through fear of death were subject to lifelong slavery. The Lord of Liberty convicts whoever chooses to remain liable for the consequences this unnecessary bondage affects. The one thing necessary in life is to relieve another of unnecessary fear. A false sense of usefulness keeps us from doing this one thing necessary in life. The Spirit of power and glory reminds us of these things, He makes us ill of ease, beside ourselves a little on edge, when looking down upon the truth that we have no authority over our own death or another’s. Nevertheless we resist, we rally to the killer’s battle cry: “Yea, hath God said? Surely you shall not die!”

There is no fear in love; but perfect love casts out fear. Fear has to do with punishment, and the one who fears is not perfected in love. The trophy of God’s love in the land of rain and blood is His Son who willingly became a curse for us who deny death or make of it a myth — for it is written, “Cursed is everyone who hangs on a rood, a cross, a tree of wood.” Love does not rejoice at wrongdoing, but rejoices with the truth. However, if we refuse to receive the love for the truth God offers us in His Son, to whom then shall we turn to be saved? In whose authority do we speak if we condemn God, who chooses to send upon the lost a deluding influence so that they might believe what is false? Who are we to condemn Him if He chooses to judge in this way whoever does not believe the truth, but prefers taking pleasure in wickedness? The Son of God appeared for this purpose, that He might destroy the works of the devil. The one who believes in the Son of God has the witness in himself; the one who does not believe God has made Him a liar, because he has not believed in the witness that God has borne concerning His Son. Who is the liar but the one who denies that Jesus is the Christ, who as our rightful Ruler has authority over us all? Whoever denies the Son does not have the Father; the one who confesses the Son has the Father also. No one who goes too far and does not abide in the teaching of Christ, has God; the one who abides in the teaching, he has both the Father and the Son.

To enjoy the things we have in common with God we must agree with Him over those things. We do not get God to work for us — to do us favors — by working for Him, for it is God who works in us, both to will and to work for His good pleasure. We know that a person is not justified by works of the law but through the faithfulness of Jesus Christ, so we also have believed in Christ Jesus, in order to be justified by faith in Christ and not by works of the law, because by the works of the law no one will be justified. May each be like the other and might all confess together, “I have been crucified with Christ. It is no longer I who live, but Christ who lives in me. And the life I now live in the flesh I have by faith in the Son of God, who loved me and gave himself for me.” For what do we have to do with judging outsiders? We reserve judgment for inside the church, but in accordance with the authority which the Lord gives for building up and not for tearing down. Who are we to judge the servant of another? To his own master he stands or falls; and stand he will, for the Lord is able to make him stand. God will judge those outside. Let us love one another to abide in the light, then we will see well enough to remove what lurks in each of us to cause another to stumble. Lord give me the courage to endure a well served rebuke that I may enjoy being restored through good correction.

Prayers before Judgment.

For this we know with certainty

and suffer ourselves to be determined thereby,

God judges the unrighteous outside of Christ,

who shall not inherit the Kingdom of God.

Why should we wander to be led astray?

Neither fornicators, nor idolaters, nor adulterers,

nor those guilty of addiction to any of the soft sins of the flesh,

nor men who abuse themselves by going to bed with men,

who left the natural use of the woman to

set themselves on fire in their lust one toward another,

men with men to their liking

rendering to one another their due,

as if their lust a gift from God He gives to marry,

which He approves so they might not burn.

What theft! To call another man, “My lover.” Such lust

robs Jesus of the man’s love, which He alone has earned.

As if we could well advise a man to take his male bride:

“Stop denying one another, except by agreement

for a time that you may devote yourselves to prayer,

and come together again lest Satan tempt you

because of your lack of self-control.”

And this though He said,

“Have you not read,

that He who created them from the beginning

made them male and female,

and said, ‘For this cause

(and not, ‘select one from these,

the list of licensed causes’)

a man shall leave his father and mother,

and shall cleave to his wife;

and the two shall become one flesh’?

Wherefore, they are no more two, but one flesh.

What therefore, God hath joined together,

let not man put asunder.”

Will we plead ignorance, as if we didn’t realize

joined to a harlot makes us in His eyes one body?

Practiced immorality natural or not;

or the marriage bed kept uncorrupt,

His way of counting remains the same, “The two become one flesh.”

The one true God who alone is good punishes sin. He exercises His personal, subjective, free and holy will to evoke wrath against sin. He does not shirk this responsibility or fob it off on anyone else. He sets His holiness against our wickedness. He directs His wrath against unrepentant wickedness as its punishment. The futile effort to mitigate God’s wrath is a defiant affront against God’s holiness. God warns us not to do this. Do we think the Scriptures speak to no purpose? Our Lord teaches us, “Do not judge lest you be judged. For in the way you judge, you will be judged; and by your standard of measure, it will be measured to you.”

Who then dares judge? There is only one lawgiver and judge. God alone is able to destroy both soul and body in hell, where their worm does not die while He refuses to subdue the eager fire. Who dares a pronouncement over another too lenient or too severe, remembering, a false balance is an abomination to the Lord, but a just weight is His delight (Proverbs 11:1)? Who stands among us to judge over us? Who among us rises up to say in his or her own behalf,

But of me God says,

your throne, O God,

is forever and ever,

the scepter of uprightness is the

scepter of your kingdom.

You have loved righteousness

and hated wickedness;

therefore God, your God, has anointed

you

with the oil of gladness beyond your

companions.

The sinner who grasps the horrific reality of God’s wrath also realizes the terrible cost of its appeasement won in our behalf by the rightful Ruler of this world. God institutes His new covenant with men, women and the stream of generations by pouring out into it the blood of Christ shed on Calvary. God has affixed His seal of approval upon this work of atonement by raising Jesus Christ our Lord from the dead. Now God offers forgiveness of sin to all unto full restoration of life through faith in His Son. The times of ignorance God overlooked, but now He commands all people everywhere to repent, because He has fixed a day on which He will judge the world in righteousness by the rightful Ruler of the world whom He has appointed; and of this He has given assurance to all by raising our rightful Ruler from the dead. God’s absolute intolerance for sin and unbounded mercy toward us sinners, His enemies, is the two-sided coin of generosity in His realm, which alone is sound and of true and good mint. Any other coin is illicit, counterfeit and worthless. He or she who in humility pleads, “Lord be merciful to me a sinner. I am not worthy for you to come under my roof, speak but the word and my soul shall be healed,” would never judge another. We desire only to learn not to exceed what is written, in order that we might not become arrogant in behalf of one against the other. For who should think of us as superior? And what do we have that we did not receive? Everyone will be salted with fire. The time of judgment for the church is now. It ends with salvation. The time of judgment for outsiders has not yet begun, it will last forever.

Prayer Distractions.

If I pray to that than which I can conceive nothing greater then either I commit idolatry or I am a hypocrite. If I presume the object of my conjuring art and fickle mind really exists then I am an idolater. If I confess eternal life is to know the one true God and Jesus Christ whom He has sent — and alone explains Him — yet insist upon conforming biblical revelation of Him to a caricature of Him of my making and to the liking of my own reason, then I am a hypocrite. Any such idea or argument — no matter how primly dressed in whatever season of philosophical style — is hideous before my Father and hides His beauty from my neighbor. If I admit my work is idle muse and do not believe the truth of my shaping to be eternal life or able to set others free, then I merely perform a menial mental exercise that keeps me from listening to my Lord as He speaks to me from His word, from His living church and from His world. The first offering is the sin of falling away which so easily entangles me, the second undertaking is an encumbrance to my running with endurance the race that is set before me. In either case I turn my eyes away from looking at Jesus, the author and finisher of faith, who for the joy set before Him endured the cross, despising the shame, and has sat down at the right hand of the throne of God (Hebrews 12:1-2). Such idolatrous prayer or vain contemplation keeps me from drawing near with confidence to the throne of grace, that I may receive mercy and may find grace to help others in time of need (Hebrews 4:16).

Homeward Prayers.

It is good to pray in behalf of those for whom angels render service. It is always safe to pray wherever angels roam (Hebrews 1:14; 2 Timothy 2:10). God’s people pray between rains in behalf of one another that we may bear fruit. Like the Good Samaritan we practice being alert with a sober mind for purposes of prayer, while on our way home keeping a sharp look out to see how we might appear in another’s life as an answer to another’s prayer — no matter how poorly sent, superstitious, or misdirected. The commandment has set aside all that is weak and useless. He who is indestructible, holy, innocent and undefiled, the One estranged from us in all things save love who is exalted above the heavens, who prays hope full with faith habit free — He is the Son our Father made perfect forever, He is our Commander and Guarantor who has brought in a better hope through which we draw near to God. He who abides forever is able to save forever those who draw near to God through Him. He always lives to make intercession for us. We pray for one another that as prodigals we may draw nearer to God, straining to see Him meet us as He draws near to embrace us as we head home. We pray to wash our hands as sinners; we pray to purify our hearts as double-minded. We pray trusting that when He hugs us, He will have made us clean.

Prayer in the Land of Rain and Blood

Until then, we pray among the wheat and tares within us and around us until harvest. Prayer is God’s work with which He charges the church to change her until those who are left are caught up together with the saints for their royal audience in the air. The prayers of the church travel through the occupied territory of the prince of the power of the air to the throne of grace. These forays continue until the time of tribulation, binding, burning and barn storing to come. We pray while wheat and tare remain rooted in this world and grow together. We pray for one another in the land damp and defiled by shed blood, where the miserable who mourn from loss and guilt may still weep. We pray in the land in which bloodguiltiness and injustice is remembered, where the condemned at least may still seek in futility repentance with tears. Outside this land of rain and blood, remains only the agonizing question of the martyrs, who cry out, “How long?” from beneath the talking altar in heaven, in which lives the angel who has power over fire. This wonderful altar confirms the testimony of the angel of the waters who confesses,

“Righteous art Thou,

who art and who wast, O Holy One,

because Thou didst judge these;

the lovers of pleasure rather than lovers of God,

who love and practice lying,

who took pleasure in wickedness

and have no love for the truth.

They have poured out the blood of saints and prophets,

and Thou has given them blood to drink.

They are worthy of having the sea become blood like that of a dead man,

they deserve the rivers and the springs of waters to become blood.”

Pollution complete provokes the mercy of final judgment, when the Lord Jesus shall be revealed from heaven with His mighty angels in flaming fire, dealing out retribution to those who do not know God and to those who do not obey the gospel of our Lord Jesus. Until then we pray for the living to the God of the living, enduring everything for the sake of the elect, that they also may obtain the salvation that is in Christ Jesus with eternal glory.

What is death except to suffer labor pains throughout all eternity unable to give birth to the life for which barren loins labor unwashed by rain or blood, but burn instead with fire? Death is the arid land of debt in which the many rains no longer fall, the place left uncovered by the blood, which He shed for the world. “Truly, truly, I say to you, unless one is born of water and the Spirit, he cannot enter into the kingdom of God.” He is the One who came by water and blood. He sprinkles clean water upon us in the land of long shadow where the living may still bear fruit, unlike the land that is cursed, the waterless pits of unchanging darkness to come, where the yields of thistles and thorns are burning. Here in the land of rain and blood where men are in bondage to iniquity, though not yet fettered by eternal bonds under darkness, He makes us clean and gives us work to do. Here is the land of rain and blood in which He cleanses me from all my filthiness and from all my idols. Praise God! This ground still drinks the rain that often falls upon it. Praise God! This land still brings forth vegetation useful to those for whose sake it is also tilled. Praise God, He still blesses this land of rain and blood! He hears the prayers of the fathers and does not come to curse it.

Oh, the sting of His rebuke, “Why are you sleeping? Rise and pray that you may not enter into temptation.” The hour is come to wake up from our sleep. The night is far gone, the day is at hand. Salvation is nearer now than when we first believed. Here and now He still washes us in flowing water. Here and now His rainbow of mercy rules over the unblessed, separated waters He had burst to assuage His sorrow, which He suffered long ago. Here and now all water with which the church baptizes is water mixed with His sorrow and kindness. The water we drink and exchange between the genders and generations includes the unblessed water He dams back, for never again shall there be a flood to destroy the earth.

He washes us only in the land of tears, only in the land where He too has wept, where He too bled. Whoever cries, rejoice! His tears can still fall upon you to heal you by the power of His blood. Rub us in salt Lord, wash us with Your word, and immerse us into Your Body and life by Your Spirit. Our prayers should conform to our trust. If we believe we shall hear our Lord call, “Come,” believing the Father has prepared the Kingdom for us from the foundation of the world, then we should pray accordingly. We ought to pray for one another that we shall give food to the hungry, drink to the thirsty, hospitality to the stranger, clothing to the naked, comfort to the sick, and extend solidarity to the imprisoned. With the Spirit in the Bride, we cry out, “Come,” at rest in the love of our Father who allows whoever thirsts to come. And let the one who is thirsty come; let the one who wishes take the water of life without cost and drink without measure.

Wherever there is water there is the fruit of His blood. There is no fruit without water. God’s laborers plant with His seed and irrigate with His water. May each be a servant by which another may believe. May all trust God to cause the growth. We pray to our Father, “Thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven.” He has not given us eyes to look anywhere else except His home. Let us then draw near with a sincere heart in full assurance of faith, having our hearts sprinkled clean from an evil conscience and our bodies washed with pure water. Let us hold fast the confession of our hope without wavering, for He who promised is faithful; and let us consider how to stimulate one another to love and good deeds, not forsaking our own assembling together, as is the habit of some, but encouraging one another; and all the more, as we see the day drawing near.

No prayers hover over the lake of fire and brimstone, where the books have been opened and the deeds of the dead have been judged. The sins to death will then be weighed without one prayer to lighten them. For then, if anyone’s name was not found written in the book of life, he will be thrown into the lake of fire. All prayer turns the fallow ground here, in the land of rain and blood. All prayer returns to the source from which it springs, from the river of the water of life, clear as crystal, coming from the throne of God and of the Lamb, in the middle of New Jerusalem’s street. Prayer neither stems from nor returns anywhere else. And if brothers and sisters fall asleep should their prayers fall silent too? If we have hoped in Christ in this life only, we are of all men and women most to be pitied; our toil of prayer in this world is also then of this wretched world. Why pray? It would be better to invest all scarce resources of mind, body, heart, soul, strength, wealth and phases of the moon to mitigate suffering without hope of it ever ending except by eventual extinction. However, if Christ has been raised then all things are subjected to Him who will subject Himself to the One who subjected all things to Him, that God may be all in all and overall for all to give Him glory.

In Him we rest. In Him, we have rest in the passing of the fallen saints; confident they are home with our Lord. But what of their prayers? What of this precious inheritance of the saints? We take them; we make them our prayers to keep pouring them into the stream of the generations of men, women, families, and authorities. We press them forward; we pass them on to those who follow us. Prayers circulate from one generation to the next delivered by water and blood. The chain of prayer is never broken, nor can it ever be broken until the church utters her last word of confession, she cries her last word of petition, and she declares her last word of militant praise, defiant praise, nevertheless-the-firm-foundation-of-God-stands praise with all power and gentleness. The entire journey is here; let us pray for one another still on the way, confident that those whom we have replaced are safe at home with Him, waiting to greet us with uplifted holy hands free of wrath and any dissention.

If our loyalty to one another,

our community teachings and

collective confession are not

girded, guarded and guided

by the duty of loyalty we owe the Bible,

the plenary body of statements

superintended by God, trustworthy

and correct and as capable of failing

as the God it reveals,

and this duty is not girded, guarded and guided by our loyalty we owe

morality and this duty is not girded, guarded and guided

by our loyalty we owe beauty

and this duty is not girded, guarded and guided

by our loyalty we owe authority

and this duty is not girded, guarded and guided

by our loyalty we owe justice

and this duty is not girded, guarded and guided

by our loyalty we owe holiness

and this duty is not girded, guarded and guided

by our loyalty we owe God Himself,

the one true God who alone is good;

then there is no slippery slope to slide;

there is no Fall to death or rise to Life.

We are word-spewing vermin.

Dreams, pain and angels are for naught.

Whoever feeds us to let us copulate to our primal liking,

has warrant enough to rule.

If with understanding however,

hear this; listen to what is written.

Shall one who hates justice govern?

Will you condemn Him who is righteous and mighty,

who says to a king, “Worthless one,”

and to nobles, “Wicked man,”

who shows no partiality to princes,

nor regards the rich more than the poor,

for they are all the work of His hands?

In a moment they die;

at midnight the people are shaken and pass away;

and the mighty are taken away by no human hand.

Fattened on those who mourn only for themselves,

their worm dieth not.

Who among us can live with the consuming fire?

Who can live with everlasting burning?

Like the burning bush not consumed,

their fire burns unquenched.

Whoever is an abhorrence to all flesh,

turns on the spit of His vengeance.

Guilty of the body and blood of the Lord,

it is impossible to renew them again to repentance,

while they again crucify to themselves the Son of God,

and put Him to open shame.

They drink of the wine of the wrath of God,

mixed in full strength in the cup of His anger.

Tormented with fire and brimstone, they turn

in the presence of the holy angels and in the presence of the Lamb.

The smoke of their torment goes up forever and ever.

Without rest day and night they turn.

The mother’s womb forgets,

the fattened worm feeds sweetly,

and their wickedness is broken like a tree.

The Originator of the sacred texts, our faithful Creator, desires to make available to every humble reader the same way onto blessedness, which is gained through faith in our Redeemer and rightful Ruler. The telling truth of this willing Savior and patient Judge? Let each work to expose his own prejudice to forsake any misplaced personal interest! Recuse yourself from judgment before repenting of a life worthy of condemnation.

If I thrust the word of God aside

and judge myself unworthy of eternal life,

I compel the God of the living

to withdraw Himself from my life,

He who is before all things,

and in whom all things hold together!

I act as if I have the power to require

Jesus recuse Himself from my life.

I reject the life He offers.

I forbid Him to judge the life I insist

I have the right to live without Him.

I reject the blessings He gives in the fullness of life.

I make myself an advocate of death,

with no authority over death.

I deny God’s prerogative to defeat this final enemy.

By what right do I deal with the cause and occasion

for eternal life,

without respect for the Lord’s share of advantage in this matter?

Forgive me Lord.

I am not worthy of judging over how you handle your affairs.

I am a temporal tenant, my prejudices and inconsistencies

disqualify me from overseeing the eternal affairs of my soul.

I withdraw myself.

Come now, be the executor of my estate.

Speak but the word that my soul shall be healed!

Many might tell me the Bible is the Word of God, but none save the Spirit can convince me. The lexicon of tradition teaches me the two names are interchangeable. The witness of the living church celebrates this truth with great joy. I might hear my family of birth and circle of friends join in this jubilant obeisance. I might busily struggle with what integrity, intellect and discipline I can muster to confirm this truth for myself. None of these avenues of acknowledgement inviting investigation or acceptance however is anointed. Each may step forward for my embracing, yet like the sons of Jesse save David, none is qualified to voice the call that allows my soul to hear God speak when handling His word. None has the Father’s permission to exercise the power by which I am changed from inquirer to confessor. No one can say, “Jesus is Lord,” except in the Holy Spirit. Whoever has ears to hear the voice of Jesus has the help of a hearing aid who speaks, our Helper, the Spirit of truth. The Holy Spirit says nothing on His own initiative. He alone discloses to us what only He hears the Father speak.

Then He said to me,

“Son of man,

stand on your feet that I may speak with you!”

And as He spoke to me

the Spirit entered me and set me on my feet;

and I heard Him speaking to me…”

Who among us presumes to be superior to a prophet, or qualified to dismiss his admission of utter dependence upon the Spirit? While waiting for the listening Spirit we should work to listen better and better. Until He speaks we could call out together to the Father of our spirits, “Hallowed be Thy name.” We could work to put aside all malice, all guile, and hypocrisy, so that like newborn babes, we might long for the rational milk which feeds the regenerate mind, developing the spiritual growth we need to fulfill our reasonable service of worship.

Prayer is the means by which we present ourselves as a living sacrifice, holy and acceptable to God, admitting before Him in the presence of angels, demons, men, women, families, and the one stream of generations that we have no right to worship God unless as His people we consider ourselves as the sacrifice offered. Only as a sacrifice so offered do we realize that our time of greatest need is whenever we approach the throne of grace to stand before God in the name of Jesus for the purpose of prayer. As fellow confidants of the Truth, with the impure thinker, who like the bent Dane’s personal emperor gnawed on one bone his whole life, we too in humility confess:

“The whole expression of a Body of Christ,

with the Head in heaven,

meant exactly this,

that we who would crucify the Lord every day,

in our rage and envy and indifference,

now, with our eyes opened once

for what we have done and are doing,

declare solemnly:

we, now, together with our Head,

step on the side of the silent victims

and offer ourselves to our Maker

so that He can remake the sacrifice

as He pleases.”

Oh Lord, by your Holy Spirit who dwells within us, give us strength to guard the good deposit you have entrusted to us. Fructify the seed you give us to speak freely. Teach us to pray the path of the Gospel. Be not silent, O God of our praise! Make us prayer in your presence. Fill us with the youthful Spirit of the ages that we may pray with all joy and peace, believing you hear and answer the prayers you give us. Free us Lord to speak boldly before all what we yearn to hear you whisper to us in secret. Teach us to pray as the teachers of truth to the next generation. Prune us Lord, discipline us, and lead us not into temptation. Coax us across the bridge of longsuffering spanning repentance, which stretches us from teaching to training in righteousness by tests of reproof and correction. Nourish those you cherish Lord. Keep us sober enough to think straight. Teach us to hate whatever is not from you, our Father in heaven. Teach us to flee without ever looking back the safety of strongholds and arguments — the patterns of behavior and habits of thought we wear with ease. Father, talk us down from every height of self-esteem to which we aspire to climb, from that very high mountain top upon which the devil showed Jesus all the kingdoms of the world and their glory. Oh Lord, keep us from trying to overshadow Him upon whom you bestowed the name that is above every name. Teach us to stand before you in Christ that we might live for you in His name for the purpose of prayer.

We are afraid of your will Lord. Like Sarah, we laugh to ourselves at your word of promise and lie about it to your face. We would be her children Lord, doing good and not fearing anything that is frightening. Nonetheless, Lord, we are afraid. Nothing can be more frightening to the modern soul than living the moral loneliness of an outcast while hunting down every thought to take it captive to obey Christ for the attaining of complete obedience that we too might be ready to punish every disobedience. We fear this charge more than hell, and far more than we fear the Lawgiver and Judge who destroys both soul and body in hell. Teach us Father to speak our mind with candor about the whole truth of judgment, not only about how we shall be saved by Christ’s blood from your wrath, but that we should judge the trivial matters of this life now since on the day you have fixed, you will have us judge the world and the angels.

For the Lord takes pleasure in His people;

He adorns the humble with salvation.

Let the godly exult in glory;

let them sing for joy on their beds.

Let the high praises of God be in their throats

and two-edged swords in their hands,

to execute vengeance on the nations

and punishment on the peoples,

to bind their kings with chains

and their nobles with fetters of iron,

to execute on them the judgment written!

This is honor for all His godly ones.

Praise the Lord!

God help us, this is too much for us, who can bear it? How long will we judge unjustly and show partiality to the wicked, taking their bribes to buy our silence? Father help us bend daily to pick up and carry our cross of deliverance, confessing we have confidence in the day of judgment because as the only begotten Son is so also are we in this world. As the Father sent the Son, even so He sends us into the world not to condemn it, but in order for us to announce, confirm, demonstrate and explain His salvation. Let no man judge another, let each ask him- or herself before God’s Son. Has the true light which enlightens everyone come into the world?   Who among us will at least be grieved enough that we may one after another begin to ask Him, “I do not love the darkness rather than the light, surely not I, Lord?”  For not even the Father judges anyone, but He has given all judgment to the Son. Father, we would take the Son’s yoke upon us to learn from Him how to be exorcists of unnecessary fear, proving to all there is no fear in love. Lord, we would bear one another’s burdens to fulfill your perfect law of liberty that we might declare without doubt, “Mercy triumphs over judgment.” Prepare us for that day Lord; keep us from pronouncing judgment before we are ready, before the time when you will bring to light the things now hidden in darkness to disclose the purposes of the heart. Lord, make us attentive to the Gospel of truth so the prayers we offer you now will then be answered, when each one will receive his commendation from God. We give thanks Lord, both for your keeping us from the hour of trial that is coming on the whole world, and for making of now the time for judgment to begin at the household of God. If it begins with us, what will be the outcome for those who do not obey the Gospel of God? Do what is right Lord, may others wonder at our entrusting our souls to you their faithful Creator, when they overhear us at prayer.

Whoever is shameless in prayer

shall not be ashamed of being naked before God.

The shameless in prayer

shall not be ashamed of the Lord

or His words in the midst of an adulterous

and sinful generation.

They will not be ashamed of the Gospel and the Testimony.

Those shameless in prayer now

will not shrink back then to destruction,

like those who dress themselves in decency

without the faith necessary to preserve

their souls when He comes

in the glory of His Father with holy angels.

Father, teach us to be shameless in prayer,

brazen and impudent as if able to trouble you,

wear you out,

beat your face black and blue,

make you throw in the towel.

Teach us to pray like little children,

in our Lord abiding,

so that when He appears we may have confidence,

and not shrink away from Him in shame at His coming,

seeing Him for the first time as He truly is and realizing

He will not be ashamed of us,

the refugees from this world, when He comes.

Lord, be merciful to us sinners. Help us the helpless Lord. We believe! Hurry, come Lord to the rescue of our disbelief. Succor our faithlessness. Come to the aid of our untrustworthiness. O Lord, do not keep others from the miraculous because of our unbelief. Let our lack of faith neither hinder the rebuke of demons nor allow it to amaze the sons of God. Nullify our distrust that makes us waver concerning the promise you have made so we might give you glory as your people, fully convinced you are able to do what you have promised. Otherwise, we will waver in unbelief, believing our unbelief nullifies your faithfulness. Lord, hear our cry, we believe; help thou our unbelief. Lord, each time I say by faith, “I believe Jesus is the Christ, the Son of God,” may this confession also be a prayer which means, “O, that I may so believe!”

O God of hope, remake us your sacrifice as you please, fill us with all joy and peace in believing, so that by the power of the Holy Spirit we might help one another abound in hope. Lord we believe, in your power or without, we can do nothing against the truth, but only for it. We pray you let us stand among those who alone fulfill your desire for compassion. May we continually offer up a sacrifice of praise in your honor by bearing the fruit of lips that acknowledge the name in which we stand.

Our God shall come,

and shall not keep silence;

a fire shall devour before Him,

and it shall be very tempestuous around about Him.

He shall call to the heavens from above,

and to the earth,

that He may judge His people.

Gather my saints together unto Me,

those who have made a covenant with Me by sacrifice.

And the heavens shall declare His righteousness;

For God is judge Himself.

Selah,

and Selah.

Published in:  on February 8, 2010 at 5:58 pm Leave a Comment

Going Home Homeless, Together

“Master of my body, Teacher of my soul,

I will follow You wherever You go.”

Where, with whom, with what to do on the way?

Do we listen to Him while it is called, “Today”?

“The Son of Man has nowhere to lay His head,

follow Me, and let the dead bury the dead.”

 Some carry everything they own,

With barely enough skin to cover their bones.

They store up hope in their hearts for the journey home.

Jesus makes them teachers to teach us, they are not alone.

May their abundance of hope supply our lack;

So from our abundance of goods we can give them back.

 The world could not offer Him a place that provided Him the rest His Father reserved for Him.  The same is true for us.  We have been taken in, given places, provided a chain of tempering way stations, places of rest for the giving of thanks. We should accept these places of temporary rest like moments of ritual, yielding the familiar over to hospitality and prayer. Being settled, putting down roots, having stable surroundings that order our family relations and weekly work routines can easily clog, even cut off the life line that runs from our Lord’s throne of grace down into the inner most being of our soul.  None of us are home yet; all of us are on our way.  Who takes me home?  Who governs the priory of my soul?  Who proposes my soul’s display, what we call the purpose of life?  To what end do I intend to be instructed and disciplined in righteousness?  What lay of the land do I survey to become well oriented in the ways of the Lord?  Do I locate my life by the longitude of possessing personal belongings and by the latitude of being possessed by a particular nation?  Who gives me shelter?  The Healer of brokenness carrying me home, or have I made my soul a cold residence occupied by pride?  (Psalm 40:16-17)

Published in:  on January 28, 2010 at 8:16 pm Comments (1)

A Prayer to the One True Triune God

Loving Father in heaven, forgive me.

Lamb of God, Son of God free me.

Lord and Giver of life, fill me.

God of the living, fulfill your will for me.

Strengthen me to serve others.

Make me a worker who need not be ashamed,

rightly handling the word of truth in your Name

for building up the body of Christ until His fulness

is the one desire we fully attain.

O God of peace may it be so,

give of your godliness that we might know

you are God and there is no other.

Published in:  on January 25, 2010 at 6:15 pm Comments (2)

Let Needless Things Serve Him in their Slipping

We roll the precious pearls between our palms,

Enjoy their smooth beauty to let them fall,

We share or wear them like we sing a song,

For only our touch gives them warmth at all. 

We catch the falling stars in our aprons

To shake out as diamonds of blessing,

Or sew them to our prayers like buttons

To protect them from cool drafts of treason.

Ice and sand mark the ancient boundary,

A shifting edge the wise dare not trespass.

The living are not bound by memory,

Nor do the kind covet the melting mass.  

God decides, who is God of the living,

What things cannot be shaken to remain,

We receive everything with thanksgiving

As those given to be kept through the Name.

With harvest stored come the final hour,

Let us then leave behind with tears and time

What we never needed to hold as ours

For others to glean as He lets them find.

Let needless things serve Him in their slipping,

Like words of hope and purpose through verse and rhyme.

Published in:  on January 19, 2010 at 11:41 pm Comments (2)

Dangerous when Confused

Lovers they told him should always leave each other quickly, parting ways embarrassed before saying their bad goodbyes.  During rare moments of idle investigation some among him enjoyed reading the dictionary to find one more word that rhymed with suicide.

For the protection of any involved, don’t let him smoke.  Keep the ashtrays stored.   If an interview process is provoked, prevent access to the exit door. His thoughts were fractal and scattered statements, together comprising a paradoxical pattern of deliberate chaos.  He delivered a series of irrelevant observations about disconnected topics rapidly changing.  Each statement tangential in nature, threw itself out lasso-like, looking to loop back to catch its other end, whose head was raised with its neck cocked in its s-shaped sinister pose,  ready to strike out with pit viper swiftness in whatsoever direction the conversation goes.   Choice jockeyed with force of flow to navigate the ejaculatory trajectory, yet only sometimes one or the other successfully gained temporary control.  If the unconscious mind is mute then another talkative creature that used his body to speak its piece possessed him.   Whatever the motive or agency the words flew, lifted by the freak winds that stirred through the strange atmosphere, the wild weather aswirl on his planetary interior.  Strewn elsewhere filled with various circumstantial premonitions, each equally eligible for an inevitable ending, all identifiably nonsensical thus not entirely without meaning, finally together fully derail while still spinning, which was all the flock of freight trains needed to take flight again.  Sometimes the listener if paying attention heard new words invented that rhymed or were spoken as if in a riddle or as the answer to a riddle he had already given.  Transcribed from notes: “He would go some places only so to convince himself he needn’t stay there.  Example:  He spray paints a canary a dull, oily color in his mind.  He holds it by the legs.  No matter how beautifully it begs, he turns the little yellow thing into a shell casing with wings.”  Then he would stop as if emptied, drop from the sky of his oral scribbling to the ground, struck silent on impact, like a drunk man, who having just finished taking a piss in the middle of a liquor store passes out on the aisle floor, a cast away thrown up onto dry ground between the two partings of the red sea made of display cases of Four Roses Kentucky bourbon whiskey, left to bake beneath the dozen egg-eyed glare of the neon lights, drowning in his own vomit until soiled and saved by a reflex cough.  

Given his inability to explain anything he remained uncertain about whether or not he suffered hallucinations.  He didn’t know who to listen to.  Some said he was dangerous when he became confused, but others assured him he only became confused because he was helpless.  Especially bewildering were command-type hallucinations, for example, how should he respond if the analysis figure in authority asked him, “When the voices tell you to do something, do you obey their instructions or ignore them?”  This reminded him of the signs he saw posted on military bases, that if read aloud made him violate the very regulation they imposed.  He enforces as the default policy regarding the working state of his mind that he, like everyone else, has never actually experienced a sensory hallucination.  The only exception he allowed to this rule was the possibility of divine revelation, but since God expresses His opinions through cultural accommodation and habits of human personality he only knew he did not know how to recognize the ability to accept as revelation anything he said or heard anyone else say. He conceded revelation might be less than ubiquitous; the special trick then would be to have the means to know this.  Otherwise who could understand God?  Ignorant as he was of whether he had this skill or not, as best he could figure the word of God remained an extremely rare affair. 

Sometimes for purposes of closure he wished he were an atheist.  The hazards of driving the lonely road of life kept him from tying his soul down to the roof of his intellect by use of this handy slipknot.  The conspiracy to which his inheritance bound him assured him that everything happened only once.  He was always most happy turning over and over in his mind this one, truly fascinating fact remembering, before the great storm the Lord gave orders to go over to the other side.  No matter what the others inside him thought they saw or made him do, in this way he eagerly awaited a fool’s death to this world. 

There is no relief for my breakdown.

Disordered similarities or distorted contiguities

cannot upset the Lord’s metaphor publishing peace,

nor block the good news brought to us on metonymic feet.

He speaks of His holy hegemony with heuristic humility,

convincing me whatever still of Hermes in me

too shall fall before His splendor into the aphasic deep. 

(Nahum 1:7-9)

Published in:  on January 4, 2010 at 9:29 pm Comments (4)

‘Tis Good

‘Tis good if safe with food and warmth to give thought

to those the cold shadows hide outside, or who,

held bound by what haunts, have not.

‘Tis good come this season of holy solace

when mother lay her Child in the manger,

to see our neighbors we pass in life without notice

as tired pilgrims encircled by suspicious strangers.

‘Tis good to share the light to help another see.

‘Tis good to be kind in peace of mind another will help me.

‘Tis good to offer staff for another to lean upon,

to open home without grief or groan

so another may rest until the dawn.

‘Tis good to take the yoke from Him whose word cannot be broke,

who freely offers us His Father’s peace in every word He spoke.

‘Tis good to bless without bitterness,

to rest without fear,

to forgive more and carry grudges less,

confident God is always near.

And now to close on a festive note in the spirit of good cheer,

.~ wish you, my dear Manna friends wherever you are,

a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.

Published in:  on December 24, 2009 at 5:26 pm Leave a Comment

An Addendum to the Miraculous Manhattan Revelation

Confirmed in Testimonial Form,

Issued as a Statement

by First Things’ Editor Joseph Bottum,

Posted (12/10/09) in Partial Fulfillment

of Duties His as the Devil’s Advocate: 

Prominent Calvinist theologian R.C. Sproul refused to sign the Manhattan Declaration on the grounds, he now explains, that it assumes that the Catholic Church preaches the gospel.  Indeed, he explains, it was born of the same impulse that produced the various statements of Evangelicals and Catholics Together. The first point that needs to be made is that the Manhattan Declaration had nothing to do with Evangelicals and Catholics Together: If nothing else, the declaration was produced and guided to completion entirely outside First Things‘ offices, while such projects as Evangelicals and Catholics Together remain at the center of the work the magazine exists to do. And the second point that needs to made is that R.C. Sproul’s kind of refusal of any interaction with Catholics—his pharisaical keeping of his skirts oh-so clean—is proof of why Evangelicals and Catholics Together exists: Even when we disagree, it’s vital to make clear to one another why we disagree. But that is something R.C. Sproul, in his lonely purity, will never bother to find out.[1]

Setting aside the mean spirit inciting this suspension a divinis

(pharisaical keeping of his skirts oh-so clean),

my, my,

how much we disclose concealing the obvious! 

The declaration was produced and guided to completion

entirely, non ex officio,

outside First Things’ office,

non obstante

it was written by George and George,

members of the editorial and advisory board for First Things,[2]

(published by The Institute on Religion and Public Life,

founded by Father Richard John Neuhaus, co-founder of ECT)

with Chuck Colson (the other co-founder of ECT).

They must have eaten out to meet with Chuck for its drafting. 

“Why were Chuck Colson,

Robert George and Timothy George

chosen

[but not in FT's office]

to draft

[but not in FT's office]

the statement?” 

Asks Number 17 of FAQs[3]

[but not in FT's office]

provided by the Manhattan Declaration organization. 

Answer?

“Chuck Colson, Robert George and Timothy George agreed

[but not in FT's office]

in the earliest days of discussion (inter nos)

[but not in FT's office]

to draft a document,

[but not in FT's office]

which they did

[but not in FT's office].

It was considered

[but not in FT's office] 

at the meeting in Manhattan in late September (inter alios)

[but not in FT's office].

After that,

[but not in FT's office]

input was requested

[but not in FT's office]

and received

[but not in FT's office]

from a great many participants (intra nos).

The Manhattan Declaration is truly the work of many hands

[but none of them met in the FT's office].” 

With no one chosen

because no one did

any choosing,

out came

this (hanc igitur, chimes, genuflect)

spontaneously struck agreement

that

(having nothing to do with ECT or First Things),

generated discussion

that

conjured convening a meeting in Manhattan. 

There transuded,

the epiphenomenal epiphany

manifested

requested input. 

Remaining anonymous (extra nos),

the demiurgic effluvium 

(sacramentum? 

res et sacramentum? 

res sacramenti? 

sacramentum tantum? 

res tantum?)

received as much from its many admirers. 

And this editor dares speak despairingly of another’s lonely purity? 

Who hears the sound of singing

another refrain of misplaced confidence,

flypaper[4] as power to catch and hold the truth;

shaped, colored and scented with the oratory trickery of men?

What waste of cunning craftiness for the deceitful plotting of a willful end.

So writes a felon on the lam,

a raven in flight to and fro,

a dove with no place left to go,

who arms his mind in lonely hope

to do time for the will of God,

to partake of Christ’s sufferings,

and to confess all the more and nevertheless,

“An individual receives the benefit of Christ’s substitutionary death by faith as the result of responding to the message of the gospel.  Salvation is the free gift of God’s grace through faith alone, therefore not dependent upon church membership, intermediaries, sacraments, or works of righteousness to attain or sustain it.”[5] 

Agreed with, personally ascibed to and supported by an indispensable part, a whitlow redeemed, weakling of no repute, who seeks to see the full, visible unity of the Body of Christ, the Bride to whom it was given to dress herself with fine linen, bright and pure, who looks forth as the morning, fair as the moon, clear as the sun, awesome as an army with banners.  O Lord open my eyes that .~ may see with intentional inclusiveness, accuracy, vigilance, empathy, courage and humility the entire church, the glory and the honor of the nations through whom your manifold wisdom is now being made known to the rulers and authorities in the heavenly places; no matter how pale her image whatever parochial party wishes to paint with egg colors and real sheets of gold by however many hands, who together accent certain contours of her countenance while keeping invisible other of her beautiful facial lines, so as to cast best in the light of  the torches they’ve kindled their preferred Hellenized form.

Might we imitate Phillis Wheatley’s sweet generosity –

“He pray’d that grace in every heart might dwell:

He long’d to see America excel;

He charg’d its youth to let the grace divine

Arise, and in their future actions shine;”[6]

let us admit ’tis not ours to sit with haters and hypocrites,

for godly power ours can forsake what the Spirit will not create.

The names Cugoano and Equiano need not remain strange.

Why do Evangelicals strain so to make the same mistake again?

To what caress of our respect do we acquiesce

for our declining a listening to lend to historians

who labor the past to mend, who at least begin

“to do justice to the contribution of abolitionists

who were not educated, white, middle-class men”?[7]

Black believers gave cry to freedom’s call, and Moravians,

Quakers, women and dissenters could not let with their tears its echo fall.

O signers and whiners see victory for this sphere but transitory truce,

use wisely the popular political movement the abolitionists set loose,

as they did once so too let us do,

let us build broad coalitions to win

allies against evil’s relentless seditions.

As servants of the truth

let us build broad coalitions for the sake of our youth,

to protect innocent life against sinister death,

to sanctify the sacred union God has joined as one,

and to exercise freedom in Christ to our last mortal breath

as our brothers and sisters before us had done,

who now as witnesses watch us the blessed race run. 

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[1]  http://www.firstthings.com/blogs/firstthoughts/2009/12/10/why-r-c-sproul-refused/.   Both First Things speaker Bottum and the anonymous writer at the Manhattan Declaration organization site Officespeak fluently.  “The Passive Voice is the bread and butter of press releases and official statements.  A sentence in the passive voice does not have an active verb.  Thus, no one can take the blame for ‘doing’ something, since nothing, grammatically speaking, has been done by anybody.   The passive voice can be your best friend.  Use it to get out of jams, deflect blame, and thwart responsibility.”  For purposes of clarity accuracy sacrificed by dispensing with elllipsis points indicating intentional omissions.  To examine the passage in full see D. W. Martin, Officespeak (New York: Simon Spotlight Entertainment, 2005), pp. 12-13.

[2]  Editorial & Advisory Board: …  | Robert P. George | Timothy George |, About Us at First Things: http://www.firstthings.com/masthead.  

[3]  posted at http://www.manhattandeclaration.org/faqs.

[4]  Robert Musel writes a lovely short description of the death of a fly upon its alighting to touch a piece of flypaper.  He follows the slow, metaphorically noble death, every moment filled with the sequence of actions instinct dictates the insect must undertake in its futile effort to escape.  See Robert Musil, “Flypaper,” trans. by Peter Wortsman  in Posthumous Papers of a Living Author (London, England: Penguin Books, 1993), pp.  5-7.  Gone Baby Gone (2007) explores the  medium of determined human choices through telling the story of the disappearance of a little girl from her home in Dorchester, Massachusetts.  Worth a reflective watching.

[5]  “Note #3, Elaborating the 1928 Moody Bible Institute Doctrinal Statement, read from http://www.moodyministries.net/crp_MainPage.aspx?id=334

[6]  Phillis Wheatley (1753-1784), An Elegiac Poem, On the Death of that Celebrated Divine, and Eminent Servant of Jesus Christ, the Late Reverend, and Pious George Whitefield (Boston: Russel and Boyles, 1770), read from http://digital.library.upenn.edu/women/wheatley/whitefield/whitefield.html.

[7]  John Coffey, “Evangelicals, Slavery & the Slave Trade: From Whitefield to Wilberforce,” Anvil vol.34, no. 2 (2007), pp. 109-110.  Quobna Ottobah Cugoano published his work Thoughts and Sentiments on the Evil of Slavery in 1787.  Olauda Equiano published his autobiography titled, The Interesting Narrative, in 1789.  Although Equiano’s work was the “most famous” abolitionist text written before 1807, Coffey points out, “his contribution to the cause was often not acknowledged by white abolitionists,” adding that in Thomas Clarkson’s History of the Abolition of the Slave Trade (1808), “Equiano was conspicuous by his absence (p. 109).”  To read Clarks0n’s text see http://oll.libertyfund.org/index.php?option=com_content&task=view&id=1295&Itemid=299.   To learn more about abolition as an unprecedented popular movement in European history, and what ideas abolitionists utilized see John Coffey, “The abolition of the slave trade: Christian conscience and political action,” The Jubilee Centre Cambridge Papers vol. 15, no. 2 (June 2006), read at http://www.jubilee-centre.org/document.php?id=51.   If evangelical Christians care to retain their dual tradition as a church renewal and social reform movement, then we must learn to receive admonishment and better administer self-rebuke.  This is especially the case in this age of weak belief, when we at best culturally can only say, “We believe that we believe.”  Epistemology is breaking down all around us into two camps, one ornamental, the other tribal.  We don’t need to join either gang to preach the Gospel in public without compromise.  We are edge walkers with the power to pass through barriers.  Wherever our brothers and sisters assemble themselves behind shut doors for fear of others, we come to stand in their midst and remind them, “He has said to us, ’Peace be with you’.”  Live before God confessionally saints, live creatively to connect with others, and then with identity and the arena of relations so mapped, only thirdly, critically to nourish and cherish the truth over which love rejoices: that God alone is reliable, His word and deed are one, and His holiness dressed in humility establishes that fullness of harmony which alone indwells, holds together and consummates all of reality.   If this fails as truth to edify me then .~ know it as something less than truth.   Most free is the man who needs not be courageous nor concern himself with justice, but is he still a man? 

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On a personal note sounded swept up in the turning tide

– 361,565 signatures in support…and growing –

ain’t .~ a third millennium Christian?

ain’t .~ a partisan with one mind and a single mission?

And so,

journeying on

joyful yet ever sorrowful a follower of Jesus,  

.~ will not sign.

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A Little While Longer …

In pointless boldness we deck the season, if not realizing all we touch seethes red with rage or groans green with freedom.  Why color our homes, malls, streets, trees and wreaths with strewn colors of laughter, if we neglect to mark the Child’s arrival by God’s advent calendar?  O Father, open the hearts of those who have yet to hear the glad tidings of things you hold dear.  The angels remember what the cold winter nights can teach us.  Three days in patient protest the Ancient of Days held His breath.  If He had not raised Him up that third day He would have burst.  It was not so with His birth, nor when He delivers the first things from the final curse.  In this there is rest, between what came to pass and what shall come to be there is one bridge dear saints, made of these days three, no more, no less.  By this He measures all things, by this He puts us to the test, whose timing of things makes us fit for His beauty until He consummates the betrothing He pledged with His ring of eternity.   How long, O Lord, holy and true?  “Not yet, rest, rest a little while longer.  Tell of the power of God for salvation, a little while longer.  Relieve the afflicted a little while longer.”  Our Lord leans in to whisper, “Hear with Me a little while longer the voices I hear.  Hear the weeping and great mourning of mothers weeping for their children, mothers who refuse to be comforted because their children are no more.  Rest without cowardice or anger, resist evil a little while longer, until the number of fellow servants and their brethren I call to be killed should be completed, whom I choose to pour out as a strong drink offering to the Lord upon the sacrifice and service of others.”  By three days He sets His mark for measure, the one who weighs

our cushioned manger –

who among us does not resent the past for the wrong it dealt us? 

our balsa cross –

must we not suffer the incessant, senseless slights and bites of others? 

our shallow grave –

we grieve the ugly loss of another, yet blind ourselves thoughtless to forget the dreadful affects our nods at neglect inflict, that then set us on fire with a hell stored up for His weighing, after, who knows, three days, our own death delaying! 

This holy season then, we rejoice over the light that overcame the darkness.  We celebrate the birth of eternal life and the truth we are His pilgrims.  We live to know and love the Lord who exercises lovingkindness, justice and righteousness on earth because He delights in these things.  Once a multitude of the heavenly host praised God singing, “Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good will toward men.”  Again, the heaven shall stand open; and He will come in just the same way they watched Him go into heaven, and the armies in heaven will follow Him.  “Therefore, wait for Me, declares the Lord, “wait with Me a little while longer for the day I will stand up to testify.  I have decided to assemble the nations, to gather the kingdoms and to pour out My wrath on them — all My fierce anger.  The fire of My jealous anger will consume the whole world.  Then I will purify the lips of the peoples, that all of them may call on the name of the Lord and serve Him shoulder to shoulder.”  But, “not yet,

rest, rest 

a little while longer.”

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First We Take Manhattan, then We Take Berlin (And Maybe Re-Take Richmond Too)

.~ read the Manhattan Declaration,

Wished .~ Didn’t, and Now,

What .~ Must Say about It

because .~ Have

by mike mcduffee, ph.d., professor of history & historical theology, Moody Bible Institute, Chicago, IL, USA

Any political philosophy which assumes that natural impulses, that is, greed, the will-to-power and other forms of self-assertion, can never be completely controlled or sublimated by reason, is under the necessity of countenancing political policies which attempt the control of nature in human history by setting the forces of nature against the impulses of nature.  If coercion, self-assertion and conflict are regarded as permissible and necessary instruments of social redemption, how are perpetual conflict and perennial tyranny to be avoided?  What is to prevent the instruments of today’s redemption from becoming the chain of tomorrow’s enslavement?  –  Reinhold Niebuhr, Moral Man and Immoral Society

Christian submission to spiritual leadership is never without its disappointments, and living one’s Christian conscience can be a lonely call.  I experienced both of these conditions while reading the Manhattan Declaration: A Call of Christian Conscience.[i] Having been burdened with its content I must now apply myself to the duty to speak out against it.  The fact that I have studied only a little made it hard for me to get through the declaration’s few pages.  This is proof enough for me that the Scriptures are true in teaching that much study is wearisome to the flesh.  Although I recollect no call to prayer in the declaration, I nonetheless trust that those involved in the drafting of the declaration are conscientious, confessing Christians who make supplications, prayers, intercessions, and thanksgivings for all who are in high positions so that we may lead a peaceful and quiet life, godly and dignified in every way.   Beyond this I trust they speak as American citizens to their fellow countrymen for the good of our nation.  I am my Lord’s, I too act I hope in obedience, thus in all that follows, I speak in pursuit of what makes for peace and for mutual upbuilding. 

The historically skewed preamble of the Manhattan Declaration makes it a flawed document.  Its greatest shortcoming however, is that it lacks the exhortative gift of leadership that the church needs to have exercised today more than at any other time in recent history.  In these days we need to store up strength for the days of persecution that are rapidly approaching.  We need to act honorably in all things as we prepare our young men and women to preach the gospel in public without compromise, to endure suffering for the name of Jesus without complaint, to practice kindness without prejudice and to uphold the blessed hope in times of difficulty without falling into despair or falling away from the faith.  The Manhattan Declaration speaks to galvanizing the Christian commitment to seek and defend the good for all.  It calls for Christian civil disobedience at this time, which it suggests is marked by the dawn of soft despotism as a prelude to tyranny.  It commends those who fought against earlier tyranny to establish the form of government we now enjoy.  Would the reader be correct to suspect that should these Christians deem they are again being made subject to the yoke of tyranny that then they too must again rebel for its overthrow?  I don’t know, it remains unclear to me if adherents of the Manhattan Declaration are willing to commit themselves to the coercive use of force to protect the precious things they judge at risk.  What I do know is this, with the return of religion to the public square this is a dangerous game to play, it could well lead to the church suffering persecution unnecessarily and for the wrong reasons.  This becomes doubly disconcerting for me when the declaration commends our founders for proclaiming the dignity inherent in every human without castigating them for failing to live up to this noble truth.  This inability to tell the full story of our past weakens the moral ribbing upon which the Manhattan Declaration depends.

The passing remark about full acknowledgment of imperfections and failings is a deficient entry in the ledger of the life of the church to the side that records the evil done to men, women, children and communities in the name of Christ through the centuries, including pogroms, torture, inquisitions, intolerance and persecutions.  We cannot claim the heritage of the good done without too forthrightly admitting the wrongs done.  The examples of the good in the history of the church encourage us as much as the evil that has been committed in the name of the Lord should humble us.  Christians combated the evil of slavery all the while Christians possessed and profited from slaves.  Christian women stood the vanguard of the suffrage movement all the while Christian clergy and legislators condemned their cause.  Christians provided compassionate care to AIDS sufferers while Christian ministers preached God inflicted the disease upon these dear victims as an instrument of His wrath. 

Given that slavery, forced or compulsory labor, servile forms of marriage and exploitation of children all continue in the world to this day, and are abuses of human dignity all of which we rightly condemn, it is crucial for upholding the integrity of our moral voice that we be completely honest about our involvement in the slave trade in years past.   Should we not openly admit that from England across Europe to the Urals “slavery remained socially significant throughout the early and later Middle Ages”?[ii] Hadn’t we best be up front about the resurgence of slavery that happened in the late middle ages, and about how great an impact that had upon our own history as a people? 

During the latter half of the thirteenth and the first half of the fourteenth century slavery…made a major comeback in Christian Spain, penetrating to all areas of rural and urban life.  Large-scale slavery reemerged in the Mediterranean, especially the islands dominated by Venice, and in urban Portugal; indeed, the slave-based plantations of these powers formed the original prototype of the plantation systems that later emerged in the New World.[iii]

 And too, shouldn’t we make it clear that whatever papal edicts in the 16th and 17th centuries were issued to decry slavery followed on the heels of papal bulls in the 15th century granting perpetual slavery?  The officeholders of the papacy who worked to extricate themselves from this policy of their predecessors are to be commended; it is not commendable however, to ignore the fact that “the papacy fully participated in the expansion of the European slave trade.”[iv]

The declaration makes all confessing Orthodox, Catholic and evangelical Christians vulnerable to the indictment that our reading of the abolitionist movement is uneven and prejudiced.  We award Wilberforce and Wesley accolades for their abolitionist convictions yet fail to give voice to our censuring Jonathan Edwards for owning slaves or George Whitefield for his support of slavery.[v] This requires of us to explain, do we justify this owing to our ignorance, or are we indifferent about this oversight because we judge it irrelevant?  We should be thankful for the fullness of historical understanding that teaches us that the black church was the bastion of justice that preached, prayed and sang victory over slavery.  We must admit that failure to recognize black abolitionists such as firebrand Frederick Douglas, “And Ain’t I a Woman?” Sojourner Truth, novelist William Wells Brown, General “Moses” Harriet Tubman, Henry “Let Your Motto Be Resistance” Highland Garnet,[vi] and many, many others is to overlook the backbone of the abolitionist movement.    

Should we not clearly condemn the support for slavery offered by too many antebellum Southern clergymen, who justified their cause “by appealing to the sanction of Scripture and by depicting the abolitionists as anti-Christian atheists who reject the Word of God”?[vii] Would it distract or prick our conscience to publicly separate ourselves from the defense of slavery offered by the “redoubtable” Presbyterian theologian Robert L. Dabney, who said that “the teachings of Abolitionism are clearly of rationalistic origin, of infidel tendency, and only sustained by reckless and licentious perversions of the meaning of the Sacred text”?[viii] Or again, if garnering the laurels for waging the great civil rights crusades of the 1950s and 60s, and commending Martin Luther King, Jr. for his eloquent defense of the rights and duties of religious conscience from an explicitly Christian perspective, as well as for his exemplary and inspiring example of willingness to go to jail rather than comply with legal injustice; then too we should be the first to admonish ourselves by reminding others that his famous 1963 letter from a Birmingham jail began with the salutation, “My Dear Fellow Clergymen,” because Christian clergymen deplored the demonstrations, because Christian clergymen counseled, “Wait,” because, with some exceptions which he noted, he was disappointed with the church.  If we fail to admit these things, and fail to repent for failing to do so, how do we hope to win a hearing from people of goodwill, believers and non-believers alike, so they might consider carefully and critically work through the burning issues we bring before them?  This is especially the case when we also fail to acknowledge the contributions and sacrifices made by those civil rights activists who came from the ranks of the labor movement, from the Jewish-American community and by those who personally acted from a humanitarian impulse to end segregation.  This oversight becomes egregiously unconscionable given the present increased collaboration “between the Christian Reconstructionist movement and the League of the South, which indicates a conflation of conservative, neo-Confederate and Christian nationalism into a potent reinterpretation of United States history, one centred upon the thesis that the Confederate states were a bastion of orthodox Christianity standing in the face of the heretical Union states.”[ix] Given the fact that we live in a moment when religion is returning to the public square, we cannot presume that our listeners are as unaware of these things as the content of the Manhattan Declaration makes us appear.  We must bring these things out into the open, where we can then publicly denounce them; so that no one need fear that we align ourselves with this distorted understanding of the gospel that troubles the church. 

Citing our champions of democracy, yes, Christians challenged the divine claims of kings, but Christians upheld them too. Setting aside theorist Bodin’s On the Republic (1576) and practitioner of realpolitik, Cardinal Richelieu, did not King James I, the good and godly Solomon who ruled Great Britain, defend divine right of absolute monarchy,[x] and did not Bossuet give its classic defense in his work, Politics drawn from the Very Words of Holy Scripture (1709)?  Were they not Christians?  What Christians fought to establish the rule of law and balance of governmental powers, which made modern democracy possible?  Peasants of the 1525 revolt in Germany, Lillburne and the Levellers, Puritans and Lord Cromwell with pike and sword?  They were Christian enough, but it was the writings of Locke, Voltaire and Montesquieu that argued “divine right is a dogma without basis; government grew out of nature itself, from reasonable motives and for the good of the people; [and] certain fundamental rights cannot be abolished, including property and the right of revolution.”[xi]  Theirs were “the political ideas of the English Puritans aiming at equality and democracy…minus the religious component.”[xii]  Of the three Montesquieu made the greatest impact upon the American colonists, being “the author most often quoted in what they read, and when they gained their freedom they wrote his theory into their constitution.”[xiii]  But Montesquieu was far more the philosophe than a Christian.  Why not acknowledge Christian warrior Nat Turner, Methodist Denmark Vesey, or the “deeply religious, flawed, yet ultimately noble reformer,”[xiv] John Brown, since ultimately, with the defeat of the Confederacy in the War of Rebellion, they too successfully fought to establish the rule of law and balance of governmental powers? 

These are grievances enough to conclude.  I am in full agreement with the positions presented on the three issues covered by the Manhattan Declaration.  If, however, we wish to fully convince our listeners that our cause today is just, then we must make full disclosure of the injustices we have committed in the past.  Further, we should also openly admit that our public handling of that past is too often less than praiseworthy.  It is my conviction that the Manhattan Declaration fails on both counts.   As it is written, I cannot respond to the Christian call of conscience the Manhattan Declaration demands of me without injuring my own conscience, and for this, God help me (and He does), .~ shall be judged.


[i] Available at http://www.manhattandeclaration.org/the-declaration.

[ii] Orlando Patterson, “Freedom in the Making of Western Culture,” vol. I of Freedom, (New York, NY: BasicBooks, 1991), p. 349.

[iii] Ibid.

[iv] T. David Curp, “A Necessary Bondage?  When the Church Endorsed Slavery,” Crisis Magazine (February 7, 2009) at InsideCatholic.com, read from http://www.catholicity.com/commentary/curp/05378.html.  Curp mentions three papal bulls authorizing slavery: Illius Qui (1442), Dum Diversus (1452), Romanus Pontificus (1455).

[v] John Coffey, “Evangelicals, slavery & the Slave Trade: From Whitefield to Wilberforce,” Anvil  vo. 24, no. 2 (2007): 97-120.  Stephen J. Stein, “George Whitefiled on Slavery: Some New Evidence,” Church History vol. 42, no. 2 (Jun., 1973): 243-356. 

[vi] In his 1843 Address to the Slaves of the United States of America Garnet preached it was sinful not to use violence if it were necessary to end submission to slave owners.   Read his speech at http://amistad.mysticseaport.org/library/misc/bl.abolists.garnet.speech.html.   See too David Walker’s 1829 Appeal at http://docsouth.unc.edu/nc/walker/menu.html.

[vii] Winthrop S. Hudson, Religion in America, Third Edition, (New York: Charles Scribner’s Sons, 1981), p. 202.

[viii]   Robert Lewis Dabney (1820-1898), A Defence of Virginia, and through her, of the South, in recent and pending contests against the sectional party (New York: E. J. Hale & son, 1867), p. 21, read from http://quod.lib.umich.edu/cgi/t/text/text-idx?c=moa;idno=ABT6069.  Dabney is doubly important.  First, in the 1960s his writings were used to argue “that civil rights were anti-Christian” and “that inequality is God’s intended order.”   Edward H. Sebesta and Euan Hague, “The US Civil War as a Theological War:  Confederate Christian Nationalism and the League of the South,” Canadian Review of American Studies /Revue canadienne d’études américaines, vol.32, no. 3, (2002), p. 262.  Second, he systematically examined the important subject area of public theology.  See Sean Michael Lucas, “Old times these are not forgotten”: Robert Lewis Dabney’s public theology for a reconstructed South,” Journal of Presbyterian History 81, n. 3 (Fall 2003) 163-177  and  his “Southern-fried Kuyper? Robert Lewis Dabney, Abraham Kuyper and the limitations of public theology,” Westminister Theological Journal 66, n. 1 (Spr 2004): 179-201.  See too his work, Robert Lewis Dabney: a Southern Presbyterian (Phillipsburg, New Jersey: P&R, 2005).

[ix]  Edward H. Sebesta and Euan Hague, “The US Civil War as a Theological War:  Confederate Christian Nationalism and the League of the South,” Canadian Review of American Studies /Revue canadienne d’études américaines, vol.32, no. 3, (2002), p. 267, read from http://gis.depaul.edu/ehague/Articles/PUBLISHED%20CRAS%20ARTICLE.pdf.  Without membership I couldn’t gain access to the other articles archived by the Chalcedon Foundation magazine, but the one open was enough for me.  Ben House in his article, “The Great Siege Then and Now,” wrote, “I wish for Scottish Covenanters, for English Puritan Roundheads, for Washington’s Continental Army, or for Robert L. Dabney, but that is too much.”  See “The Great Siege Then and Now,” The Chalcedon Foundation (9/29/05) http://www.chalcedon.edu/articles/article.php?ArticleID=175. 

[x] The True Law of Free Monarchies (1598) and Basilikeon Doron (1599). 

[xi]  Jacques Barzun, From Dawn to Decadence, (New York, NY: HarperCollinsPublishers, 2000), pp. 364-365.

[xii]  Jacques Barzun, From Dawn to Decadence, p. 365.

[xiii]  Jacques Barzun, From Dawn to Decadence, p. 364.

[xiv] David S. Reynolds, author of John Brown, Abolitionist: The Man Who Killed Slavery, Sparked the Civil War, and Seeded Civil Rights, winner of the Gustavus Myers Outstanding Book Award.  Quoted by John H. Richardson, Esquire Magazine (6/16/09), read from http://www.esquire.com/the-side/richardson-report/future-job-market-061609.

Posted, December 7, 2009 at http://mcduffee.wordpress.com/.

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Heartburn

Today it is easier to commit suicide than it is to fall asleep,

while too, zealots consumed with bloodlust confuse

the martyr’s muse for a killer’s excuse!

Deadly deception couples with dirty compromise. 

As to deadly deception, no man has power to retain the wind

with the wind, or power over the schedule of death,

remember Lot’s wife God made salt of the earth;

remember Chamfort the gendarme at the door,

by pistol he forwent one eye and his nose, 

by poniard he hastily slit his own throat,

in his own blood he wrote his suicide note,

kept from death until his spirit could depart,

he died a prisoner of a broken heart. 

About the dirty compromise,

expereince teaches we cannot cause sleep by an act of our naked will,

but stubborn still, our lunar will refuses to admit Another brings us sleep. 

We embrace the corporate lie we pretend to despise,

dipping into our polluted stream of living speech,

riparians all from it all must drink, 

we conspire together in saying, we simply “fall” asleep. 

And who am .~? 

A drunken sinner simultaneously justified,

a co-conspirator, who tells you, dear reader,

“.~ couldn’t fall asleep last night because of heartburn.”  

.~’m just another who takes his turn,

ignoring the angels, refusing to learn,

dismissing God’s disposing before new dawn

fringes of His instruction and

hints of faint warning through the dreams we spawn.  

See how .~ swivel and stab,

grasping at futile anxiety,

gulping gasps of panic as best I can grab,

overwrought over things that demand my care

rather than drinking from the water of life, clear as crystal, in prayer. 

If during waking hours beyond the horizon of desire or instinct,

beyond too, all that .~ might do or think, my steps are of the Lord,

how then can .~ understand the hours He carries me in sleep? 

.~ have declared that which .~ did not understand,

things too wonderful for me, which .~ did not know. 

.~ retract and .~ repent: 

awake or asleep,

no matter the stake or circumstance,

life is the Lord’s lottery of love alone,

and not a hired Laputan’s ordeal of chance. 

“How painful are honest words!”

 – 1 John 5:21 –

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