Why Southern Baptists Have to Overcome Southern Mentality

racial reconciliation and churchI grew up Catholic because I attended Catholic Schools from kindergarten through high school (called secondary school where I came from).  In my early twenties, still a new immigrant in America, I rebelled against everything I was taught.  I became a deist and worshiped science.  I became convinced then that if there was a God, He must have left the universe to work on its own like a giant clock which eventually will run its course and fall apart.

I happen to have a photographic memory and I kept replaying in my mind sequences of dreams I had as a child, of a bunch of hot orange balls of fire falling from the sky lighting the darkness of earth in what my young mind imagined to be the end of the world.  I used to be paralyzed with fear in my sleep at the sight of super bright baseball-sized balls coming at me at a remarkable speed.  I was told by my sister that I would become combative in my sleep as both she and my grandmother would unsuccessfully attempt to restrain me, and my screams would even wake neighbors up in the middle of the night.

Then one day, friends who were both scientist and Christian invited me to launch a magazine with them.  The leader of that enterprise knew of my love of writing, and I accepted the invitation to hang around those Christians.  They were all part of a Southern Baptist French-Speaking church, and eventually as God drew me closer to Him through their witness (and that of others), I was yanked from my spiritual stupor, had divine light rushed through me, Jesus Christ became the Son of God instead of just a great man of history, the Bible was finally coherent literature, and I was on fire to do God’s will rather than mine.

Following my spiritual regeneration, I tried several other denominations before I settled for my friends’ church as it was the only one that appeared to be lined up with what God was teaching me personally.  So it was natural for me to become a Southern Baptist, and I accepted baptism there.

Not long after I became a Christian, I met the woman whom God had prepared for me, and we got married.  Three days after our wedding, we were in Louisville, Kentucky so I could attend the Southern Baptist Seminary, the flagship theological school of the Southern Baptist Convention.  That is the short version of our journey.

Despite the similarity in biblical doctrine, I developed no deep connection to my denomination, and I felt no loyalty toward her.  There was a chasm that was not just cultural or ethnic, but it was deeply rooted in a lack of unity and the Church not working as a body.  I felt like I was accepted as a brother, but not connected as a member of the body of Christ.

As godly wisdom and biblical knowledge were poured out into my soul through fasting, prayer and the study of the Bible, I became more and more skeptical of the theological stance of my denomination, which I thought by now was steeped in traditional theology, ethnic biblical ideology, and cultural epistemology.

race and churchI have always wondered why a denomination which was founded on a split from their stance on slavery and the American civil war can go on claiming to be the denomination with the soundest biblical doctrine while never addressing that past seriously.  Many things do not add up.

Recently, we lost our home.  After having been cared for a while by some relatives, we entered a transitional housing program which, by any means, claims no adherence to any religious organization, but has used the services of churches in the area to house families such as ours for a week at a time.  There are about 18 churches, and they are from all denominations. One of them is even from my own denomination: Southern Baptist.

It was amazing to see so many churches coming together for the purpose of caring for the body of Christ.  These were churches that are very diverse in their theology and their biblical doctrine.  If they were all gathered in one room, there would be a cacophony of arguments over whether people should be sprinkled as babies or immersed as adults, for baptism to take place.  They would argue whether one should term communion “the Lord’s supper” or “the Eucharist,” or whether the poor should be cared for or left to pull themselves up by their own bootstraps.

However, as theologies and ideologies were muted, and love took over, all those churches were able to come together to the help of those who needed a safe place to sleep, a hot shower to clean themselves up, and a hot meal in a comfortable place.  As imperfect as the program might be, there was something divine about the love shown to Jesus in caring for the least of these, which my family and I have become in the eyes of society and God.

In many ways, they were applying God’s word in our situation even though they disagreed about hermeneutics. I then perfectly understood why I failed New Testament twice in seminary: instruction did not match application. In seminary, instruction focused on theology. In real life, application must model reality. I also realized that my application of the word of God was contingent upon my interpretation of the Bible, and as far as hermeneutics was concerned, my professors and I did not always see eye to eye. Therefore, it was hard for me to conform to their views and get the grades. During my stay in the homelessness program, I realized sadly that some so-called liberal churches adapted the word of God to reality better than the so-called conservative churches did. It was an eye opener. What appeared to have been an economic catastrophe in our lives was in fact God-ordained to open our eyes to the reality of the church of Jesus the Jewish Messiah.

In a nutshell, on the one hand, every time I read the Bible, what leaped out of those pages was a realistic God faithful to His own word and showing up in people’s lives through other members of the Church, and that happened regardless of our degree of understanding of that word. On the other hand, I am affiliated with a denomination confident that her teaching is the soundest while her dwindling membership and a culture going increasingly haywire are evidence that something is amiss. After all, are we not supposed to be “the light of the world” and “the salt of the earth?”

Perhaps, the mystery of the Southern Baptist Convention’s inefficiency is hidden in its past. After all, there is a historical aspect to the Southern Baptist Convention’s predicament. The southern part of the United States had often stood for rebellion, and the rebellious mentality appears to have taken over everything from religion to politics. Man’s natural depravity helping, we can infer that the cognitive dissonance of Southern Baptist Christians is based on a lack of understanding of how Scripture applies to reality. Otherwise, how else can one explain how a belief that one holds God’s truest doctrine is not accompanied by proofs of God’s power working through the denomination to influence the culture for good? In other words, why are we not influencing the culture positively and why are we declining rather than getting stronger?

What people around us witness is rather a paradoxical relationship between us Christians and the culture in which we emulate it even while we oppose it.  We try to fight fire with fire… the wrong way. The culture says, “God is dead,” and we come out and proclaim, “God is not dead.” Under attack by scientists who believe in evolution, we riposte with our own creationist scientists.  Every time we try to find our theological root, we go back to Martin Luther’s Reformation instead of going back to the Bible.

We forget that the Holy Spirit is the only fire power that God has given us to use in our witnessing of the world. If the world can see God in us, they will certainly know that God is alive. If we preached God and were serious about what God says concerning creation, evolution would be a non-issue.  Our root is not in the Reformation, but in the unadulterated word of God.  Martin Luther was just God’s vessel to bring a revival in his time, but now, God is looking for a people to bring about a revolution in our time using solely His word.

We appear to have the desire to influence the culture for good, but we are doing it the wrong way. Instead of promoting God, we promote our constitutional rights as Americans. We may be seeking to reap a good harvest of lost people as God would have us do, but we are more concerned with our denominational census than we are with the souls of those people.  God wants us to share the gospel with the lost, but we drive the lost further away by standing as judges against them rather being teachers of the good news of salvation through faith in Jesus Christ.  They see us as judgmental because we are.

We seem content to preach the good news of the Gospel to one another in a remarkable real-life application of the proverbial “preaching to the choir,” as we seat comfortably in the padded chairs of our cathedrals.  We accumulate wealth and neglect the poor while we revile prosperity gospel preachers in our sermons.  We rebuke the homosexual sinner while reveling in our self-righteousness; all the while ignoring the fact that God destroyed Sodom, not just for the proliferation of homosexuality but mainly for the absence of righteousness, for God is more interested in getting glory from His creation rather than in the destruction of His image bearers.

Unless there is an alteration of the Southern mentality of Southern Baptist leaders, I do not foresee a spiritual revival in my denomination, or in the Church at large. God took me from a distant land and brought me here to America to show me what His Church was about. I came, I saw, and I learned.  I owe so much to the Southern Baptists as far as my  biblical and theological education are concerned.  My greatest hope is to see them engage in the reconstruction of the Church of the living God, without worldly compromise, but with a spirit of meekness, knowing that a deep transformation needs to take place if they are to become effective Christians. God, in Christ, is gathering us like a hen gathers its chicks. It is up to the Church not to scatter, but to gather with Him.

God the Father placed His church on earth to resume God’s plan of the salvation of mankind. Unless the Body comes together as one through the word of God understood from God’s perspective, the American Church is doomed. Ultimately, for the Southern Baptist Convention to embrace God’s perspective of His Church, an entire shift must be performed in the Southern mentality of the Southern Baptist leaders.  That can only happen if Southern Baptists break away from traditions and seek a deeper understanding of the God of the Bible and His word. As for me, I have been made alive by Christ’s work on the cross and the Holy Spirit of God giving birth to my spirit, and as long as I live, I want to truthfully glorify Him. I am just calling on my brothers from the Southern Baptist Convention to do the same.

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Wretched Fate of A Wealthy Young Prince

A rich young man’s face lit in admiration.
As hardly could he hide his elation.
Having heard this Teacher’s wisdom,
He wanted a part of His kingdom –
A kingdom unlike any here:
The mute talk and the deaf hear.
Healing to the sick and sight to the blind
That meant blessings to loose and evil to bind.
When He raised a leader’s daughter back to life,
He scolded doubting religious leaders’ strife.

The young man turned wealthy having done the right thing.
He ignored youthful passions and painful toils’ sting.
Tenacious in his pursuit of a great fortune,
To sweet rest, he was quite immune.
He greeted “good night,” but showed up at dawn.
He resolved never to take others’ good as pawn.
That is a line that he has drawn in the sand.
So the word said, and so he listened.
He became blessed, obeying the holy book,
He counted the costs, ignoring treats he forsook.

Young maidens saw in him a suitor,
His parents viewed him as their benefactor.
Young men craved his grand company.
For of all things he had no lack of any.
Yet as blessed and wealthy as he was,
Of his gloom, he knew no cause.
The missing piece, he could not grasp.
Working like a bee, he felt like a wasp.
This wise Rabbi must know his misery.
If he asked Him, He might reveal this mystery.

Perhaps his life would be complete
If of eternal life his soul were replete.
So no matter to him the cost,
The Master he had to accost.
By virtue of his great success,
He ventured to ask with boldness
How in Heaven to be an heir:
By his Master’s side be safe there.

Of the Teacher he implored the benevolence,
Calling His Master “good” made to him much sense,
For he had seen Him in action:
So kind and full of compassion.
He might have called the Master “good,”
But of His deity little he understood.
What good Master would ask seamen to toss their oars,
And join Himself to sinners, hookers, and beggars?

Moments later the lad would learn,
As he asked in sureness so stern,
“What must I do for eternal life, good Master?”
“Why do you call me ‘good’?” replied the good Master.
“God is good, and no human can be so labeled.”
How our prince missed a claim so bold!
If he dared call “good” the One teaching from the stool,
Snubbing His deity made out of him a fool.

But modifiers easily lose their meaning.
After all, He is not called “the Word” for nothing.
To be “Good” may be His heavenly quality,
But from a man’s lips, “good” is but pure vanity.
So to appraise the rich young ruler’s sentiments,
The Master asked him concerning His commandments.
The fellow seemed from his boyhood,
To have done well and by them stood.

For som’thing to be still lacking
Caused him grief, despair and aching.
He fancied firmly to apply
The advice Jesus would supply,
And substitute that missing piece
By what would grant him God’s sweet peace.

Jesus told him to go and sell,
And in order to avoid hell,
To the poor, all he had to give.
Then he could eternally live,
And in Heaven a vast treasure
Would precede him with great pleasure.

However, selling all he had
Made him so very sad.
Giving the spoils to the needy
Made him very gloomy,
And for him to chase a dreamer
Made him all too somber.

The loss of his hard-earned fortune
Was a prospect not to attune.
How could he give away all to the destitute?
Be it a lame, a widow, or a prostitute?
Should he also lose of his servants the respect?
This Master does too much expect.
Keeping fortune and respect to him sufficed.
To have gotten that far, enough he sacrificed.

What the stubborn prince did not know
Was the one to whom he said no
Was no ordinary Master.
His goodness was than good better.
He could be totally trusted
As all matter on Him rested.
He left a throne in Heaven, came to save from sin,
And accepted vile man to be his assassin.

He had made this wonderful world
By the power of His great word,
And He owns it all.
So He makes the call.
Though the world is His,
He cares not to seize
The desire oh so haughty
To flaunt his supreme majesty.

Born in a manger – feeding trough,
His life was often very tough.
In death, He died a criminal.
There, sin was not original
Having left divine attendance
Of Heaven’s angelic audience
To come to the enemy’s front
And bear man’s ominous affront.

Though He could defeat His rivals
By sending legions of angels,
He became a forsaken lamb
Rather than a glorious champ.
His cost was so priceless and great
That to shun it is to berate
The Son of God who came to save
All lost whether fearful or brave.

The rich prince hoarded what could surely vanish
And sadly forfeited what could never tarnish.
He was thoughtless about his word
To the one good Master – His Lord.
He might have called Jesus Master,
But his wealth was his true master.
What an inheritance to scold!
All for the sake of futile gold.

How wasted on his lips was the word “good!”
How he would have wished that by it he stood!
And what inheritance comes without death?
Not in Heaven, and surely not on earth.
Using vain smooth human language
Cannot this grave loss assuage.
This Master is “good.” And had the prince believed,
Of his heavy emptiness he would be relieved.

Instead he turned and left,
Still carrying all of that heft.
The mammon that could not be forsaken
Would soon enough from his hands be taken.
And for a prudent man with much wealth rife,
He just lost God’s gift of eternal life

How having plenty could he still be so empty?
How scarcity of faith has become so weighty!
As much as lightening up one’s load may be pricey,
To cast-off such a dear prize is pure lunacy.
Why on earth holding on to gold?
It is just paving material.
Is it not for the streets of gold,
Which are all celestial?
And though our affluent prince came with good intent,
He was never to be filled, neither be content.

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The Homosexual, the Transgender and the Straight

One day, three childhood friends were strolling through a park. One was a homosexual guy (HG), the second was a transgender (TG) and the third was a straight guy (SG). All three have grown up going to church with their families (they attended different churches), and they were at a crossroad in their lives. So, they got together and were reflecting on their situations hoping that sparks from sharing their struggles would ignite a new desire in them to hope and to live.

As they walked, HG began to complain how hard life has become since he came out. Even though he was readily embraced by the LGBT community, his parents were struggling with the disclosure, and his subsequent desire to marry his boyfriend he met in college was crushing them. TG looked at him and rolled his eyes. Now that he wanted to be a woman, his co-workers were unbearable. While a few have embraced his impending transition, people’s attitude toward him had clearly changed. He could see that some of the support he was getting was not genuine. He worked for a private Christian institution, and he has already begun to feel the strain from his interactions with his co-workers. They were avoiding contact with him as if he had contracted some highly contagious disease. “It is becoming unbearable by the day, and I can’t stand it anymore,” he broke down crying. His two friends tried to comfort him, as he sobbed uncontrollably.

The three friends stopped to rest. They sat on a bench and were silent for a moment. Then HG spoke up. “I really wish I was like you,” he said looking at SG, “maybe my life would be less complicated.” He looked up in the sky, looked down, and gazed into the geranium patch at a distance away; then letting out a long sigh, he said, “But God made me like this, and I can’t change that. Why won’t people accept me for who I am?”

“Me too!” exclaimed TG. “I was born this way too. For as long as I can remember, I have always felt like a girl deep inside of me. But I was always afraid to act on it, because I knew that people would reject me and not accept me for who I was. My parents were surprisingly supportive when I told them, but it scares the heck out of them for me to be like that. They’re afraid of what people in the church might say. I can’t stand those hypocrites! Their children are involved in all kinds of nonsense, but all eyes are on me like I’m some freak of nature.” Turning to SG, TG smiled and said, “Thanks for still being our friend, man.” “No problem, man. What are friends for?” SG acquiesced. “Yeah. Thanks, man. You’re a gem.” HG added.

“So, man, how is life treating you?” TG asked. “You have not said much about yourself at all.” He continued. “You’ve been a sympathetic ear, but you have never told us what you think of us, you know? So, what’s going on in this mind of yours, friend?”

“Do you really want to know?”

“Of course, we do. I asked, didn’t I?”

“Well… I love you guys. We’ve been friends forever…”

“Cut through the BS, man. Just tell us.”

“You guys are more of my problems than I really have problems of my own.”

“Oh yeah? How is that?”

“Well,,, if you really want to know, I’m confused. You guys have all those feelings that you hid for so long. Even though I suspected things at times, but you guys were good, you concealed all this really well. I understand you were scared and stuff. I would have been too if I were you. But I’m confused. The whole thing boggles my mind. You both said that you were born this way: so both of you were born male like I was. Now, you here want to marry a man, and you there want to turn into a female. This is crazy. Your bodies have not changed. Your minds are telling your bodies what they should be and what they should be attracted to. The whole thing is then happening in your mind, and the mind cannot always be trusted. You see, I fly frequently to different places for my job, and I’m thinking whether it’s a good idea to trust someone who thinks he’s a pilot but is not one, or to trust someone who is a pilot and can actually physically fly an airplane. If I am thinking straight, I’m going with the pilot who can physically fly the plane. I’m afraid that you guys might instead be sympathetic to the person who may think he’s a pilot in his mind but cannot fly a plane. You guys should consider seriously whether your true problem is the way you think.

“Stop right there, man. I thought you were a friend, but you are just like the others.”

“Hold up! What if he was right?”

“Don’t you see what he’s doing? He’s telling us we’re crazy… and you gonna just sit here and take that? Don’t talk to me anymore. I’m through listening to your BS.”

“Hey. I really care for you guys. I’m just trying to help.”

“This is not helping. You don’t help people by being condescending and breaking their heart.”

“Well.. sometimes things must be broken before they can be fixed.”

“That may be in your utopian world. In the real world where I lived, broken hearts don’t heal. Been there, done that. And the T-shirt is in my drawer.”

“Broken hearts are easier to heal than broken souls. When you go against nature to fix your heart, you end up with a broken soul. And that takes a whole lot of more time to heal. I’m giving you advice for your soul. You guys are challenged. You basically were born with minds that do not think straight – no pun intended – and they need to be fixed. It’s like a broken bone that is growing crookedly. It must first be broken again and realigned properly.”

“Oh that is the most insensitive thing I have ever been told. And I never thought that would come from a friend. We better leave. He’s just like the others. He doesn’t understand us. Thanks, FRIEND, for making our lives more miserable than it already is.”

“You know he is not all that off. I wish I was normal. I may need some help for real.”

“I can’t believe he brainwashed you in less than five minutes, you fool. I’m through listening to him. If you want to, that’s your choice. I refuse to submit myself to one more minute of this onslaught on my personality. I deserve respect for who I am and who I want to be, and I will get it by all means necessary.”

“See you, man. Thank for speaking your mind. I’ll think about what you’ve said.”

“Guys, forgive me if I hurt you. That was not my intention. I was seriously trying to help.”

“Shove your pity. I’m quite fine the way I am. Let’s go. One last thing: I’m not a guy. And he’s gay. And that can’t change. Thank you.”

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Is Common Sense Dead in this World Gone Mad?

When one looks at today’s world, it appears as though time has frozen, and reality can be altered or distorted beyond recognition. Out of this world gone mad, two major phenomena stand out: the weaponization of social media and the shaping of a new social order void of common sense.

The world is changing at a fast pace. Yet, with the pervasiveness of social media, it appears to be at a stand-still. It is now not unusual for vengeful social mercenaries to scavenge people’s timelines on social media for past comments that they can bring to the present time in order to disrupt those people’s future. It seems that anyone can go to anyone else’s social medium page and pull out information that can be misconstrued as fitting a certain ideology that may be antithetical to a certain popular trend.

Suppose someone mentioned what someone else said ten years earlier, should there be any validity in the point that is being made based on that old record? The answer is that no one can tell for sure, because as time changes, people also change. It really depends on what happened to the person in that period of time. I remember when I went through my born-again experience twenty-six years ago, my ideology was changed overnight, and by the next day, I was arguing for a Messiah that I had rejected the day before. Had anyone held me to account for anything I said a day or two prior to that experience, that person would have been on the losing end of the argument, for I could never reject the powerful handle that God had on my life from that point on.

Whereas one had to dig through records of old newspapers or magazines to get dirt on people, this is not the case anymore, as social media offer a platform to basically self-incriminate voluntarily. That is to say anything that one said on social media that does not fit the template of popular socially acceptable trends can be criminalized. Anyone can be turned into a social medium warrior and a popular trend enforcer. Dirt is no longer sought on just politicians or people seeking office. It is sought on the job seeker, the actual employee, the professor who favors one candidate over another, the restaurant owner who refuses service to a political dissident, the reporter who twitted stupidities years ago, and the athlete who could not hold his tongue or his twits. All of them had to apologize to keep from being fired, demoted or put out of business.

There may be instances when justice requires that past comments be brought up as evidence in a court of law and allowed to be used to bring about justice. However, that is not what is happening. Most of them are “off-the-cuff” comments that may have been idle words uttered in the spur of the moment. They may have been harmless thoughts transcribed mindlessly through a medium which reaching power was totally ignored. I made that mistake myself a couple of times before I caught on. However, people’s words are being resurrected to be used as weapons against them sometimes just to punish them for thinking the way they do, and that is what makes the whole situation scary. There was a time when if someone did that to another, it was considered to be cyberbullying, and it was a big deal. Nowadays, no one dares to mention “cyberbullying” for fear of offending the offender. This is the picture of a world gone mad.

Besides a freeze in time due to the proliferation and weaponization of social media, a new social order is fast emerging. This new order is characterized by a rejection of common sense and a reshaping of true reality into a false reality. When I was growing up, someone’s raw intelligence was measured by the degree of common sense one exhibited in dealing with matters, whether they be trivial or crucial. These days, common sense is commonly assaulted, and violence sometimes ensues. While there are really bad people in this world who deserve to be denounced as such, good people find themselves labeled bad and deserving of technological lynching for using common sense.

An undeserving characterization of hate is often attributed to statements that are rather loving when those statements are made by people whose only fault has been to use common sense. For instance, let us suppose that I had an uncle would come to me and open up about some pent-up emotions that he has been having since he was a toddler about feeling that he should have been a white man instead of that West-African skin color he was born with. To the normal person, that makes no sense. We only have to stand in front of a mirror together with him to understand that his feelings are irrational. It would be quite a loving thing to get him some help so that he could become more rational in his thinking. However, I would be seen as insensitive if I should think of him as being irrational. The trend out there says that in order for me to show compassion, I must first validate what he says, and then I must help him get into the skin that makes him most comfortable as a human being.

I am told that if I even attempt to insinuate to him that his feelings are unnatural, that he was born with that skin and cannot change it, that he should seek therapy to help him think more rationally, I would be deemed a bigot, and I would be liable for destruction by the social trend police. I would be under attack, my family would be under attack, my business would be threatened, my business partners may be threatened, my church may be threatened, and anyone affiliated with me in some fashion may be liable for destruction just as I am.

The compassionate thing for me to do for that uncle, according to the trend setters and enforcers, would be to help him see a dermatologist who would help him with the pigmentation change, a plastic surgeon who would redesign his face by reshaping his nose and mouth, and a psychologist who would counsel him through the transition from being a West-African-looking male to a Caucasian-looking male. This is the world we live in today. I do not know if we can continue to live this way. In fact, I am positive that we cannot.

I think about my presumed uncle’s example as an abnormal situation – one in which he wants to become a race he was not assigned at birth. While I can validate his distorted sense of reality as something that is real to him, I am not helping him at all if I should take it to be something for him to consider doing as though that would bring him happiness in life. He might even believe that he was born with those feelings, and that would make absolutely no difference. Think about it. You look at reality and you affirm that your feelings matter more than the reality that you can physically observe. That is a dangerous slippery slope. Let us suppose that other people might feel that they are a dog or a cat inside, are we going to help them change their DNA so they could grow fur and claws? Will we take them to the vet, buy them pet food at the store and get them a litter box instead of helping them to the bathroom? That makes no sense, but that is what we have become: a society of enablers of irrational thoughts quickly inching to its doom.

Now, I am aware that among those reading this, many will be offended by my suppositions. I will understand them even if I will still think that they are irrational. I am not picking a fight with anyone. I am telling the truth as it is, and I am speaking common sense. Why should I lose mine because you lost yours? I am also aware that even though many people who read this article will agree, none will comment, because they will be afraid that the trending police will pursue them, find them and sacrifice them at the altar of irrationality. They will be afraid that they might lose their jobs, have to explain their comments, apologize for what they believe to be true, and possibly threatened with death and destruction. People are afraid of their own common sense, and that is exactly what the totalitarian world of social media desires. Cyberbullying has morphed into cyber-terrorism. Technological martial law is slowly being imposed, and it is so subtle that the masses are numb to the idea and are living their lives as though it does not even exist, but make no mistakes about it: perilous times are coming in this world completely gone mad.

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Love Never Dies

You ask me how I love you.
So let me tell you.
To know what love means, I reckon,
There was no good lexicon.
I could never be satisfied.
None has correctly identified
The love I have inside.
Most loves stop at the heart,
Die in the soul and lose their mind.
Mine starts at the heart,
Lives in my soul and shapes my mind.
Many feel that love can die.
I say love never dies.
Look and see it in my eyes.
Or you can see how I act.
I wait for my turn to talk or act.
I am considerate
And never try to berate.
If it works not for me,
But it does for you,
Forget about me.
I am happy for you.
For you I’ll do a nice thing
And not wear it like a bling.
Give me no credit for it.
That’s fine: I can take it.
I will give you respect
And nothing from you expect.
I’ll do all for you,
Because I love you.
If you hurt me, it won’t be personal.
My love for you will not be seasonal.
I will forget what you do and move on.
You will not be a blur to look upon.
And if I were the one to do you wrong,
My heart would not even bear a love song.
Am I talking too much?
In truth, my happiness I vouch.
I just cannot conceal
That I like to keep it real.
Lies can be shallow
And empty words are hollow.
But my love is true and deep.
My words I want to keep.
Even if I suffer I will love
And still be gentle as a dove.
And I will cling to hope.
Should you leave me,
I will still hope.
Should you stop loving me,
I will still hope.
Should you return,
Hope I will not adjourn.
So bring it on,
For I can take it on.
All you do, my mind justifies,
For love truly never dies.

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Pain Is My New Name

I have no doubt that my parents loved me.
I have no doubt I was destined to be.
When father’s seed travelled mother’s tube,
Thy were listening to “The Blue Danube.”
I believe Love gave birth to me.
I have no doubt they thought of me.
So if I am to be blamed,
Their passion they should have tamed.
Have they thrown me in this world unaware?
No wonder it is such a nightmare.
And to deepen the sting of my days,
After they had me they parted ways.
Oh Loneliness that made me crave…
Oh Separation that made me cave…
I curse you both in aching my heart,
For you likened pleasure to an art.
When I looked for relief,
In me was found mischief.
My healers became hurters,
My hurters became healers.
My parents resented my complaints
Claiming to me that they’re no saints.
They say, “It could have been worse.
Be happy you’re not a horse.”
But if my life can be this hard,
It is that their world was backward.
But since their thinking is flawed,
My pain to them seems so odd.
I want them to unearth a past they want to bury.
It irritates them so much that they turn on me.
They can break my resilience.
I cannot break their silence.
They kill their ache by keeping mine alive.
They dig down my wound to make it revive.
Emotional wounds have built a wall all around me.
From the shackles of my past I cannot break free.
But what if my life was to be my teacher?
What if God’s Love was my only redeemer?
Of true life I would have the keys.
I would know what Love truly is.
Some people may wonder if I’m sane.
For my name I have changed to Pain.

Anonymous

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Transgenderism in the Light of the Bible

There is a lot of confusion going on in the world about what it means to be human, specifically male or female. This article is only addressing transgenderism or what the experts have labeled “gender dysphoria.” The American Psychological Association describes the disorder as “involving a conflict between a person’s physical or assigned gender and the gender with which he/she/they identify.” There is no elaboration on who assigned the gender, but the word “assigned” is used, which clearly demonstrates that the gender the person is born with is not random.

It could never be random because God who created the sexes never does anything randomly. Now, let us take a look at God’s explanation of how He created the sexes or genders. We find it in Genesis 2: 21-22:

21 So the Lord God caused a deep sleep to come over the man, and he slept. God took one of his ribs and closed the flesh at that place. 22 Then the Lord God made the rib He had taken from the man into a woman and brought her to the man.” [HCSB]

There, we discover the very first surgery under general anesthesia that has ever been performed on earth (By the way, this knowledge, shared by God over three and a half millennia ago, strangely did not spark any sudden interest in medicine. So much for faith in God’s word). It is to be noted that the first man – Adam the male man – was created alone. God put the man Adam to sleep and made sure he slept soundly. Then he opened his flesh, pulled out a part of him, and closed the flesh back up. Next, God made a woman out of the part he took from Adam. Last of all, God brought the woman – Eve the female man – to Adam and married them upon the male man’s vows in Genesis 2:23.

First let us start cleaning up the English translation of these passages originally written in the Hebrew language. The word translated “ribs” in the text is צְלָעֹת, pronounced “tsela.” This word has to do more with building construction than with human anatomy. In fact, Genesis 2 is one of the very few passages (3) where it is translated “rib,” for, everywhere else, it is either translated “chambers” or “side-chambers” (15), or “sides” (20 times). The more modern understanding that a rib is a bone has caused man to err in the fundamental understanding of the creation of woman. However, it is quite obvious that what God took out of the male man was not a rib, but something much more complex. Therefore, the word “side” is probably a much better translation of “tsela” than “rib.

In fact, when Adam exclaimed, “Bone of my bones and flesh of my flesh,” as he saw Eve, the Hebrew word עָ֫צֶם is used, pronounced “etsem,” which was translated “bone.” Adam did not say: “Rib of my ribs,” but “bone of my bones,” properly referring to their frames while the “flesh” must have referred to the look of their skin (his and his wife’s). Adam had the added experience of having examined all the animals, and none of them had a frame like his, except Eve. There is absolutely no room in God’s creation for the theory of macro-evolution.

There is no doubt that Adam felt that, after he awoke from sleep, something was missing in him, which led him to believe that Eve was taken out of him. We can conjecture that the sheer magnitude of what was missing is what led Adam to feel so strongly that an entire image of himself came out of him. When he saw Eve, he must have been given by the Creator the ability to identify in her the part of him that was gone.

Therefore, whatever was gone out of Adam was now belonging to the female man, and Adam could not get it back, which delineated forever male from female. The only way for Adam to get it back was through his vows and subsequent God’s pronouncement of his marriage in Genesis 2:23-24. Through the vows stating that Eve was “bone of his bones and flesh of his flesh,” he acknowledged that she was an extension of himself, which God approved by stating that the male man is to bond (stick like glue) to the female man and for the two to become one flesh.

Now, let us make everything clear. God operated on the male man to pull out of him the female man, and from the one, he made two. Marriage makes the two one again as in the original man. From one to two and from two to one was God’s will. When there is gender confusion, it becomes impossible for two to become one, as God wills it. It is impossible for two men to become one, for it was not another man that came out of Adam, but the woman. It is as impossible for two women to become one, for the woman was not the first person created, but the man was. In that sense, male homosexuality and lesbianism are not God’s will, for they do not fit God’s original intent.

Transgenderism, or gender dysphoria, is itself a direct rebellion against God’s will and an attempt to frustrate God’s plan. When you look at it biblically, God could have avoided the confusion by not creating woman. After all, when he created man alone, the latter was his very image. Like God the Father who has an only Son, man could exist alone and have sons who would become fathers and make other sons. If that were the case, then mankind would never be redeemed, for there could never be a seed to atone for man’s sin if he would mess up. Mankind owes its salvation to the creation of woman. As Genesis 3:15 states, “the seed of the woman will strike your head.” Jesus, the savior of the world was born, not of a male seed, but of the Holy Spirit of God through the virgin woman Mary. That was the only way for Jesus to be born a sinless man, to die and pay for man’s sin. The woman, through childbearing, became an important partner with God in the salvation of mankind. Women do not need feminism to establish their worth.

The devil is spreading lies and confusion by destroying biblical marriages and families, and by encouraging people to promote homosexuality, homosexual marriage, transgenderism and feminism in an attempt to disrupt the plan of salvation of mankind. The Church has been falling for the devil’s ploy. If Christians want to be blessed, they must be as wise as serpents and harmless as doves. They must understand first the nature of sinful behaviors. God has enough grace for all sinners. We are not winning anyone to Christ just by hitting them with Bible verses that point to their conditions. Most of them are aware of their conditions, for they read the same Bible we do, and many of them go to church. What they need are believers in God who would love them to Christ. Gays, feminists and transgenders are victims of our archenemy. Some may be our direct enemies because they become enemies of God in their practice of sin; but did not Jesus ask us to love even our enemies? We do not have the power to change anyone. God alone does. The only thing we can do for anyone is to teach them the truth in love, but they will not listen until we live up to it.

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Wretched Fate of A Wealthy Young Prince

A rich young man’s face lit in admiration.
As hardly could he hide his elation.
Having heard this Teacher’s wisdom,
He wanted a part of His kingdom –
A kingdom unlike any here:
The mute talk and the deaf hear.
Healing to the sick and sight to the blind
That meant blessings to loose and evil to bind.
When He raised a leader’s daughter back to life,
He scolded doubting religious leaders’ strife.

The young man turned wealthy having done the right thing.
He ignored youthful passions and painful toils’ sting.
Tenacious in his pursuit of a great fortune,
To sweet rest, he was quite immune.
He greeted “good night,” but showed up at dawn.
He resolved never to take others’ good as pawn.
That is a line that he has drawn in the sand.
So the word said, and so he listened.
He became blessed, obeying the holy book,
He counted the costs, ignoring treats he forsook.

Young maidens saw in him a suitor,
His parents viewed him as their benefactor.
Young men craved his grand company.
For of all things he had no lack of any.
Yet as blessed and wealthy as he was,
Of his gloom, he knew no cause.
The missing piece, he could not grasp.
Working like a bee, he felt like a wasp.
This wise Rabbi must know his misery.
If he asked Him, He might reveal this mystery.

Perhaps his life would be complete
If of eternal life his soul were replete.
So no matter to him the cost,
The Master he had to accost.
By virtue of his great success,
He ventured to ask with boldness
How in Heaven to be an heir:
By his Master’s side be safe there.

Of the Teacher he implored the benevolence,
Calling His Master “good” made to him much sense,
For he had seen Him in action:
So kind and full of compassion.
He might have called the Master “good,”
But of His deity little he understood.
What good Master would ask seamen to toss their oars,
And join Himself to sinners, hookers, and beggars?

Moments later the lad would learn,
As he asked in sureness so stern,
“What must I do for eternal life, good Master?”
“Why do you call me ‘good’?” replied the good Master.
“God is good, and no human can be so labeled.”
How our prince missed a claim so bold!
If he dared call “good” the One teaching from the stool,
Snubbing His deity made out of him a fool.

But modifiers easily lose their meaning.
After all, He is not called “the Word” for nothing.
To be “Good” may be His heavenly quality,
But from a man’s lips, “good” is but pure vanity.
So to appraise the rich young ruler’s sentiments,
The Master asked him concerning His commandments.
The fellow seemed from his boyhood,
To have done well and by them stood.

For som’thing to be still lacking
Caused him grief, despair and aching.
He fancied firmly to apply
The advice Jesus would supply,
And substitute that missing piece
By what would grant him God’s sweet peace.

Jesus told him to go and sell,
And in order to avoid hell,
To the poor, all he had to give.
Then he could eternally live,
And in Heaven a vast treasure
Would precede him with great pleasure.

However, selling all he had
Made him so very sad.
Giving the spoils to the needy
Made him very gloomy,
And for him to chase a dreamer
Made him all too somber.

The loss of his hard-earned fortune
Was a prospect not to attune.
How could he give away all to the destitute?
Be it a lame, a widow, or a prostitute?
Should he also lose of his servants the respect?
This Master does too much expect.
Keeping fortune and respect to him sufficed.
To have gotten that far, enough he sacrificed.

What the stubborn prince did not know
Was the one to whom he said no
Was no ordinary Master.
His goodness was than life better.
He could be totally trusted
As all matter on Him rested.
He left a throne in Heaven, came to save from sin,
And accepted vile man to be his assassin.

He had made this wonderful world
By the power of His great word,
And He owns it all.
So He makes the call.
Though the world is His,
He cares not to seize
The desire oh so haughty
To flaunt his supreme majesty.

Born in a manger – feeding trough,
He grew up never having enough
Of seeing the wood, the nails and the hammer
Of his stepfather, the carpenter –
The same elements of his execution
Pointing to his earthly condemnation.
He who left the highly divine attendance
Of Heaven’s angelic audience
To come to the enemy’s front
And bear man’s grievous affront.

Though He could defeat His rivals
By sending legions of angels,
He chose instead the fate of a forsaken lamb
Rather than the glory of an almighty champ’.
His sacrifice was so priceless and great
That to neglect it is like to berate
The Son of God who came to save
All who were lost whether fearful or brave.

The rich prince hoarded what could surely vanish
And sadly forfeited what could never tarnish.
He was thoughtless about his word
To the one good Master – His Lord.
He might have called Jesus, “Master,”
But his wealth was his true master.
What an inheritance to scold!
All for the sake of futile gold.

How wasted on his lips was the word “good!”
How he would have wished that by it he stood!
And what inheritance comes without death?
Not in Heaven, and surely not on earth.
Using vain smooth human language
Cannot this grave loss assuage.
This Master is “good.” And had the prince believed,
Of his heavy emptiness he would be relieved.

Instead, he turned and left,
Still carrying all of that heft.
The mammon that could not be forsaken
Would soon enough from his hands be taken.
And for a prudent man with much wealth rife,
He just lost God’s gift of eternal life

How having plenty could he still be so empty?
How scarcity of faith has become so weighty!
As much as lightening up one’s load may be pricey,
To cast-off such a dear prize is pure lunacy.
Why on earth holding on to gold?
It is just paving material.
Is it not for the streets of gold,
Which are all celestial?
And though our affluent prince came with good intent,
He was never to be filled, neither be content.

Eternal life is not for the able or the wealthy,
But for the culpable who in humility,
Submits to the Master’s will,
Who in His word says, “Be still,
And acknowledge that I am God…”
Salvation with man is impossible.
But with Almighty God,
All things are possible.

 

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Stephen Hawkins (secretly) Believes that Creation (i.e. Design) is Superior to Evolution

More and more, human beings are straying from the truth and becoming delusional from a lesser to a higher degree. Truth keeps the universe in check, for all realities are upheld by it.

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In an interview he gave to BBC back in December of 2014, Stephen Hawkins, the most renowned scientist of our days, crippled by the terrible Lou Gehrig disease, stated, “I think that the development of full artificial intelligence could spell the end of the human race.”

That is rather a very peculiar assertion as the very technology which full development he is warning against is the very one that has literally given him a voice in the scientific community; and more than that, it has given him fame, wealth, and even life. One would think that such a fact would foster hope for humankind instead of raising a fear of annihilation by their own creation.

Nonetheless, Professor Hawkins should be well aware of the basic scientific knowledge that computers essentially run on logic gates built inside microchips. Computer programming languages use Boolean symbols (or equivalent symbols) that dictate…

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