Paris in the 30’s

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I want to be in Paris in the thirties

in a coffee house with painters and poets

Like Laurel Canyon sixties songs

the music echoes all day and night

The morning rain showers, the afternoon sun

Warm canvases of yellows and melons horizons

The evening light of the Eiffel Tower glitters

The night is showered with city sights

I want to be in Paris in the thirties

And write the poetry that rattles in my head

Like a song on an old phonograph

I am dancing in the shadows until morning takes flight

Room Full of Mirrors

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She is standing in a room full of mirrors.

She is all the people she was taught to be.

A good little girl who prays and is kind.

A pretty girl as much as she can be.

A smart girl but not too smart for men.

She is all the people she was taught to be.

Yet somehow, she is none of these.

Mirrors are liars.

Mirrors crack and shatter.

She is a woman of humility and wisdom.

She is a reflection of her Maker.

She does not need mirrors anymore.

Island of Genius

It is a misfit’s address

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An island of genius

A mystery of progress

The glitter of astrocytes between us

The mundane to the brilliant

From the axon to infinity

Never to be explained away

The music of the genius plays

To understand the language of the exposed…

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It is a gift from God to understand the language of the exposed.

To read in someone’s eye and body the plea to not be condemned.

Let it be known that those who show Mercy shall obtain mercy.

The Holy who is named Mercy sees the hearts of all men.

For the outcast and diseased, the addicted’s endless need.

He is The One who really sees, He is the one who takes the lead.

His spoken Word will heal and satisfy the longing soul.

It is the Love of God who understands the language of the exposed.

The wind blowing all around me

I hear Him speak to me

He is sure of exactly what to say

In the language of Eternity

How to Recognize a False Bible Teacher

Hyperbolic language: Proper Bible Teachers derive the passage’s authorial intent and arrive at a common meaning.

Direct Revelation from God: NO! God has said all He has to say to us through Jesus Christ, using the Holy Spirit to guide us to Jesus and in all Truth! God stopped speaking when He gave His Son, and all He has to say now is in His Word. Hebrews 1:1-2

Busywork: Fluff instead of exegesis.  Simply teach the passage verbatim.

Taking words and verses out of context: THIS is a BIG ONE! You cannot cherry pick words and verses randomly and unrelated to the main passage you are teaching. Usually spiritualizing and cherry picking occurs because someone never learned or knows proper hermeneutical methods to learning or teaching.

Softening understood Christian words and concepts: Instead of using words like sin, submit, repent, obey false teachers will use words like “wrong choices, cooperate with God, resist His direction.”

Legalistic warnings and scare tactics:  Telling people they “MUST DO, MUST TRY, MUST ACCOMPLISH to reap benefits of the Christian life. This is IMPOSSIBLE. If we are in Christ, we have Christ always and forever. Matthew 28:20

Quick Glance False teaching flags

  • Direct Revelation
  • Poor hermeneutic
  • Spiritualizing
  • Twisting verses, taking out of context
  • Man-centered
  • Legalistic
  • Overblown emotionalism and language (this usually hides the vacuousness of this person’s teaching.)

One sited source Elizabeth Prata (Blog)

Looking for the pretty notes…

brass classic classical music close up

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Looking for the pretty notes I strain my ear to hear

that melody of Holy song telling me you are near.

No minor chords of sad goodbye or Sin’s death and decay.

No more lies and darkened skies to distort my journeys way.

I listen for the harmony of your singing clear and sweet

The pretty notes of your presence your love song on repeat…

Won’t Be Long

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Photo by Nicholas Githiri

Round and round the evil spins

traps young girls and kills young men

There is no right or wrong, no right or wrong.

Over and over inside my head I hear babies crying from the dead,

It’s been too long, it’s been too long.

The blood spills out, the drugs run in but we no longer call it sin,

can’t be long, it can’t be long.

Over and over inside my head I hear the words that Jesus said,

It won’t be long, it won’t be long.