Cloudburst: Such a One (read the first stanza here)

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Last night, several people were down, unhappy, even grumbling a bit, as they arrived for our mid-week Bible reading here at our house. For one, a friend had died earlier in the day from a battle with cancer. Another had problems in a relationship. The presidential election did not go as most expected, and great uncertainty reigns as the reelected socialist president promises to give her attention to urgent political reforms. Continue reading

Progressives’ disregard for truth is fruit of postmodernism

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The same happens in the church as well as in American politics.

Such disregard for truth and facts is no accident, but the fruit of postmodernism. So-called “after modern” thought was a trendy late-20th-century way to reduce facts to stories.

“Progressives believed that because traditional protocols, language and standards were usually created by stuffy old establishment types, the rules no longer necessarily should apply. Instead, particular narratives and euphemisms that promoted perceived social justice became truthful. Bothersome facts were discarded.

Taking off the masks

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The WordPress group runs a Daily Post blog and came up with this Halloween prompt, Masks Off:

We’re less than a week away from Halloween! If you had to design a costume that channeled your true, innermost self, what would that costume look like? Would you dare to wear it?

It reminds me that among God’s people the masks are to come off. Hypocrisy is out. Honesty, transparency, and genuine love are in. Confession of sin raises nary an eyebrow. Struggles are shared openly. Acceptance and forgiveness strengthen the circle of the saved. Strength flows among those who acknowledge their weakness. Continue reading

Turning aside to myths, then and now

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And they will turn away from hearing the truth, but on the other hand they will turn aside to myths.
2 Timothy 4.4 NET

When moderns call something a myth, we refer to a tale or story that is obviously untrue, a fiction created by primitives to explain their origins and give their existence meaning. It’s a word used today by look-down-the-nose superiors. Continue reading

Reverting to an old theme, for now

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With complaints that the text of the former theme was hard to read, I’ve reverted, for now, to an older theme I once used, Writr, until the next spiffy one appears. This theme has a heavy text font, which ought to take care of any problems at the moment.

A writer cannot have the medium mess up the message. Nope, so we must deal quickly with that.

Background images do not show up well in this theme, but we’ll make do.

With swords and clubs under the cover of night

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At that moment Jesus said to the crowd, “Have you come out with swords and clubs to arrest me like you would an outlaw? Day after day I sat teaching in the temple courts, yet you did not arrest me.”
Matthew 26.55 NET

To arrest the Lord the crowd, fronting the Jewish rulers, resorted to violence and the cover of night for their injustice. His crime was teaching in the light of day, in the midst of the people, challenging the power structure protected by priests and rulers in order to bring the presence of God to a people who had forgotten what it meant to be a holy nation. The One who welcomed children into his lap broke down the barriers to God erected not only by sin in general but especially by those who were supposed to represent the Almighty. He was indeed a threat to them, which they well understood. So they continue in the same vein to protect their interests by arresting the Lamb of God through violence and subterfuge.

Jesus heals the lonely soul and drives the rebellious into white-hot resistance. Which are you?

Cloudburst: Beneath My Hands

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On an open-source social media in a far, far realm of virtual space, where only plain text finds a place upon a user’s wall, where the mark of a writer is the strength of his word, did appear these brief and simple lines lauding that plane supporting the tools of tongue and trade.

And here may you, who were, among all mankind, the recipients of that missive containing these lines, speak to their creator.

Be you worthy, beware your speaking, and bear well your privilege.

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