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Sunday, July 12, 2009

on the eve of peace

so i'm dyslexic
and don't have to worry about classes for awhile.

i've haven't gotten around to blogging for sometime
as i have found other ways to keep myself entertained.
but i have to express my utter disdain
and heartfelt pain to what i've been checking into
for the past couple days.

one of my friends showed me this man called
jon crowder.
he has no relation to david crowder.

but this guy, along with his followers
(congregation)
believe in being drunk in the spirit.

you can find his videos peppered amongst youtube land.
his worship leader, ben dunn, also has quite a few videos himself.
in said vids ben and his wife huff each other
and the Bible.

oh and this dude leads "worship" with drum sticks.

so........
i've watched as much of these videos as i can stomach,
and honestly it hurts.
i have no idea how people can be so blind
and dumb to the truth.

these men are claiming to be "preaching" from the Bible
when in actuality they are twisting the words to backup their ideology.
and the people in the audience can check their "preachers" because they have the Word
RIGHT IN THEIR LAPS.

these men and others like them are taking scripture way out of context.
they are leading many people astray
and also causing some people to fall away from Christianity all together.

its very sad but we were told this would eventually happen.

it's good to know that this isn't going on unchecked.

there are some people out there
speaking against this movement,
and taking the time to point out it's critical errors.

my boi rios got me a book that deals with this "revival"
and others similar to it.
its just sad to see people using the Word of God
and distorting it to mean whatever they please.

their manipulation of Scripture is just one of the many things that these "prophets" are defacing.
the list is long and saddening,
but when you can take the Bible out of context and get away with it,
you might as well throw the whole thing out the window.

without boundaries,
us dumb sheep run out into pastures that we were never meant to be in.

i just hope anybody reads this and gets as fired up as i am.
our brothers and sisters are being lead astray by false teachers.
they are being taught and ascribing to doctrines
that are completely wrong
and that are spiritually and emotionally dangerous.

i pray that God makes us sensitive to this and other issues
like it,
and that Jesus Christ can work through us and use us
to bring our siblings out of blindness.

*disclaimer* that last statement can come off as self-righteous,
but i hope you know that i'm in no way claiming to be better than anyone.
i just know if i was blind, i'd want someone to fight for my sight.

-Link

Wednesday, July 1, 2009

but one

the man with a thousand truths to tell
always has (at least) one lie.

as he wandered through the scorching desert
he realized the only friend he has was the wind.
it whipped his arms, carrying sand along with it.
it chapped his lips and made his thirst grow stronger.
but he knew it
and it was familiar.

he traveled from village to village,
telling his stories.
he was believed and taken at his word
without reason he was accepted and adored.

he was not afraid of animal or beast
that slithered or crawled his way.
he simply did not pay them mind.
the rattlesnake would lung and strike him on his calf
and he would not flinch.

he would continue to walk.

before long, message of this nomad reached towns before he did.
towns people did not know what to think of him.
they let him set up in their town squares and speak
and they stood around and listened.

he never said more than he had to
and no one ever questioned his words.
he was what he appeared to be and nothing more.
they say his appearance varied by day.
long, matted hair one evening
and then nearly bald the next.

he was a mystery.

people saw him bleed though.
as he would enter the town
peoples eyes would lock.
after they shook themselves out of the daze
they would catch a glimpse of his snake bitten legs.
they were inflamed and red,
swollen to inhuman proportions.

but no one said a word.

funny thing is,
no one can remember what he said.
he came in,
spoke,
and left.
and no one remembers his words.

they were enamored by his presence
and would have followed him to war if he asked so.

but he did do one thing.

he would gather belongings such as
book, shoes, tools from people
and turn them over to others.
no one realized this at the time,
but soon after he left
the people realized their possession were gone
and that their neighbor had them.

he stole from the workers
and gave to those who begged.

he could have given them jobs.
he could have paid them to water his camel,
to make him new robes.

he made enough money as he walked into the towns.
townspeople literally threw it at his feet as he entered.

but he never gave them the means
just the ends they thought they deserved.

in the days following this man's leave of a town
large structures would appear instantly.
as if the sand were giving birth to buildings.
slowly columns would rise,
leading the way for walls,
and gates,
and a bridge.

these buildings were empty,
the wind could be heard sweeping through them
howling,
as if it were claiming these structures as their homes.

after awhile the people got used to these behemoths
outside of their gate.
they lived their lives and forgot about them.
they didn't see them anymore because that's exactly what the buildings told them to do.
forget and live.

towns caught fire,
not spontaneously,
that is just too far-fetched.

villages were burned down,
families were reduced to ashes
as the behemoths tossed hot oil over huts,
catapulted flaming stones into walls,
and spewed death over thousands.

no one saw it coming
the question is will we?

-Lnk-