Saturday, October 28, 2017

To Whom the Spoils?



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When you argue with a woman
You lose it from the start,
For you argue with your head
She argues from the heart.

From the very start
She uses her woman’s intuition,
You will bring fact after fact
But she doesn’t even have to listen.

You will raise your voice
As she frustrates you with her line
And as you wonder how she got there
You’d be running out of time.

For time is on her side
The longer the argument goes on,
She has much staying power
She can argue way past dawn.

While you are longing for some sleep
She is warming to the task
And she doesn’t answer your questions
Don’t even bother to ask.

You cannot derail a woman
When she switches on tunnel vision,
You are fighting a losing battle
Even after the argument is done.

Fact after fact you’d bring
Laid out in an organized fashion
And fact after fact will fall to the ground
As she persists with relentless passion.

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I wonder how long it took
For Adam to give into Eve,
It wasn’t the apple, by now you know
It was what her eyes revealed.

For a woman argues with her eyes
And through them shines her heart,
Therein is a basic position
From which she will never depart.
  
The man, he will see the logic
The woman zeros in on the need,
“There is not sufficient funds,” he says,
“I have some stashed,” she pleads.

She is often miles ahead,
She was planning while he slept
And though he presents ten reasons
Each one becomes inept.

O yes, he presents the facts
And each one appeals to commonsense
But she counters stronger every time
From her wealth of experience.

When arguing with a woman
There is little chance of winning,
That’s why they make better lawyers
It’s been so from the beginning.

No doubt when Eve went to Adam
With the lovely looking fruit
He reminded her what God had said
But that went down the shoot.

“O honey, I know what God said
But that’s not really what He meant,
I actually touched the fruit today
So that clearly was not his intent.”

She took a bite and he did too
And apparently they did not die
So the woman’s argument held water,
What God had said was a lie.

Now I know this started out as a poem
Comparing a woman and a man
And how they approach an argument
And the kind of line they plan.

But suddenly in the midst of it
Something different occurred to me,
It’s no use continuing on this line
When there is something more to see.

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In our arguments it’s about winning
And to that end we blindly proceed
And soon we lose sight of what’s important
As those things of importance recede.

The past becomes the present
As the historic record is brought to bear
Evidence regarding who is better or worse
And respect for one another disappears.

Apparent forgiveness turns inside out
Regarding the wrongs of the past
And soon the argument becomes a quarrel
And an impasse looms at last.

The woman’s heart is ripped out
And the man’s logic goes through the door
And Satan’s strategy for dividing them
Now comes through to the fore.

There’s no winner in the argument,
Only losers battle scarred and undone,
Nothing gained but a lot eroded
Is the stark evidence that neither has won.

Relationship takes a hard knock
And what was built up is now broken down
As the years of solid relationship
In a moment becomes unsound.

Cracks appear in the veneer
And the foundation becomes suspect
And what was mutual acceptance
They now both totally reject.

No spoils are there for the taking
Since everything has been spoiled,
Both agitators have built up sanctuaries
Into which they now have recoiled.

The argument is never ended
It plays out in their minds
With each apportioning the other blame
A Winner we will never find.

I am not saying do not argue
I’m just saying be careful when you do,
Invariably there is no winner
And this is my recent view.

Stewart Russell © June, 2017

Wednesday, October 25, 2017

One Day



 

46 Bible verses about Injustice, Hated By God


He’ll rent the sky as the Bible says
He could come at any time
Though the critics critique and the scoffers scorn
On this you can fix your mind.

In a flash the Bible says he will come
Like lightning across the sky
No time to prepare but lots of time to regret
Many will howl and will sigh.

“If only I had known,” many will say
“I would have prepared for this event.”
But God’s word they had spurned though they had known
Accepting was not their intent.

The excuses were many as the entreaty came
The distractions were quite a few
And procrastination was the order of the day
There was a bit of mockery too.

Who would believe this fairy tale
That God had come to earth,
Born in a stable, an animal trough for a cradle
And angels announcing his birth?

Born of a virgin! Whoever heard such a thing?
Doing miracles of all kinds and sorts
Walking around with a pathetic group of societal misfits
Such miscreants were his cohort.

“Ha, ha, ha!”  They would have laughed
Such fables are for children
And that book that they call God’s infallible word
Is rubbish from beginning to ending.

But one day they’ll see their error
One day he will be here
And the incredible unbelievable, disputable will occur
And men’s hearts will fail them for fear.

Sometimes I question it too
And it seems hard to believe
But then I remember I must accept God by faith
And His assurance I receive.


One Day
 
46 Bible verses about Injustice, Hated By God
 
He’ll rent the sky as the Bible says
He could come on any day
Though the critics critique and the scoffers scorn
He might even be on his way.

Do not be the one to lose out
Don’t follow that group of losers
Their leader is Satan, the devil, a.k.a. the fraud
He is the world’s chief abuser.

Loser turned abuser
From heaven he was thrown out
Now as prince of the power of the air he plots
How he can get you and me to doubt.

He wants as many to join him
In that place God has prepared for him
For hell was prepared for the devil and his angels
And them that repented not of their sin.
 
46 Bible verses about Injustice, Hated By God
 
Christ is coming just like he said
And every eye will see him: both the living and the dead
For God’s judgment beckons to every man
And in Hebrews 9:27-28 this can be read.

And as it is appointed unto men once to die, but after this the judgment:
So Christ was once offered to bear the sins of many; and unto them that look for him shall he appear the second time without sin unto salvation.


Stewart Russell © September 2017

Sunday, October 22, 2017

The Mind




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I wonder about the mind
What and where is it?
I know it’s a reality
Just from my daily habit.

It is something; that’s a fact,
To it we often refer,
Every human being uses it
I am sure on that we concur.

But where is it located?
Does anyone know?
Is there a part of the anatomy
At which it will clearly show?

Let this mind be in you
Says Philippians 2 and verse 5
But where within you
Does one’s mind survive?

Consider medical science
And its surgical procedures;
How oft have they entered a brain
But no mind there discovered?

Oft one may have said,
“I’ve a lot on my mind.”
Shouldn’t that add weight to a person?
But only a fool would so opine.

So what really is the mind?
And where is it located?
These are difficult questions to answer
Even among the most opinionated.

A simple yet compelling answer
Might very well be,
It’s part of man’s incorporeal
The corporeal being his anatomy.

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Here the Psalmist praises his Maker
I refer to Psalm 139 verse 14:
“I am fearfully and wonderfully made,”
Shows God’s intelligence is supreme.
  
Perhaps when God breathed into man
Into him he breathed a mind,
A facility with which to think
And to God his thoughts incline.

It’s like the personal computer
With its advanced technology:
There are hard ware and software
That ensures its capability.

We know the hardware well:
The physical components put together
But if these were all to the computer
Not one single piece would matter.

What makes the computer run
Are programmes and apps we upload,
These essentially are its mind
That helps to achieve its goal.

Somewhat like cyberspace
That behaves like a universal mind
There we hide our written treasures
Where only we can find. 


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Similarly the brain cavity and tissue
Comprise our hardware capacity
But the mind that’s somewhere in us
Is our software capability

There we store our thoughts
For retrieval in the time of need
Some we keep securely locked away
And upon them daily feed.

So that when we think of the mind
Don’t think of the what and where
Rather, think of its essential purpose
To contemplate why we are here.

Think on these things the Bible says
Things honest, true and lovely,
Set your affections on things above
Should be the mind’s foremost priority.

Stewart Russell © October 2017

Friday, October 20, 2017

Yet Another Short Poem



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A friend said to me he likes my poems
But they are kind o’ long
So here is another short one for him,
Third on a stretch and going strong.

I thought I should do the blind again
But changed my mind regarding that pursuit
Instead I have decided in this poem
To highlight the healing of a certain deaf-mute.

Somewhere near the Sea of Galilee
To Jesus was brought a certain man
Who could neither hear nor speak
But this did not thwart the Master’s plan.

The multitude requested just a touch
But Jesus determined otherwise,
Fingers in his ears and spittle on his tongue
He healed the man in the way described. 

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A simple command as he looked to heaven,
It was just a single Aramaic word,
The English meaning of which is “be opened”
And this deaf and dumb man actually heard.

Straightway his ears were opened
And the string of his tongue was loosed,
His speech was clear and distinct
He was immediately rid of this abuse.

Mark chapter 7 gives the details,
There you can read it for yourself,
Find in God’s word the miracle you need,
It’s time you take that Bible off the shelf.

Stewart Russell © October 2017

Wednesday, October 18, 2017

Another Short Poem




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Maybe I am getting lazy
But here is another short poem,
If you check my anthology
You won’t find many of them.

It’s about another blind man
You would recall the first,
With clay Jesus anointed his eyes
It was nothing rehearsed.

On this occasion, however
He just spoke the word,
“Receive thy sight," the Master said
And this blind man heard.

Some say there must be something
In order for Jesus to heal,
For them in this miracle
Something new has been revealed.

Just a word is all it took
And this blind man walked away seeing
Not surprising though
That’s how the earth came into being.

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“By the word of the Lord
The heavens were made,”
Says Psalm 33 and verse 6.
And God’s Word can never fade.

So no need to argue
You "Mud-ites" and "Non-Mud-ites",
Jesus used both methods
Yet both men received their sight.

Stewart Russell © October 2017

Tuesday, October 17, 2017

Little Is Much



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This is just a short poem
Which is not my style,
I know you’re in a hurry
So I won’t keep you a while.

Though short it may be
There’s a lot in a little,
Quite a lot was done
With just clay and spittle.

Of course after its use
Go wash in the pool,
Not just any pool though
The one at Siloam would be cool.

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We all knew he was blind
As blind as could be
For all he did was beg
To work he could not see.

But he met the Master
In the midst of his plight
And following his instructions
He received his sight.

I promised to be short
Just as short as I am,
A little mud in Jesus’ hand
Gave sight to a blind man.

Whatever your problem
You can give it to Jesus,
He’ll take care of it
Even if it’s on the Sabbath.

Stewart Russell © October 2017

Friday, October 13, 2017

The Sunday Morning Sermon



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What moved you about the sermon?
Was it the content or the consent?
Did you feel comfortable and consoled?
Or did you hear stuff that you resent?

Was it loud, long and light?
Or was it riveted in the word and true?
What was it about the Sunday morning sermon
That really reached out to you?

Christendom’s populace seems bent
On a diet of ongoing entertainment,
Particularly among the young
But also those of the older segment.

Take for example today’s trend
Regarding the concerts, the music, the artists
No doubt very much out of place
Would be a message from John the Baptist.

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Christian education is suffering
It’s under siege by Christian entertainment
And its promoters give much time and resources
To ensure to the youth it is relevant.

For there’s competition in the market square
Vying for the attention of the youth
And what we see in the secular
Is also among the Christians: that’s the truth.

There is fast becoming no distinction
Between these appealing facets
And now the rivalry is set and raging
As though to determine who is the best at it.

The concert halls are packed at weekends
And at that place when it is up on the hill,
I am not so sure about the message
But certainly the fans are there for the thrill.

The Gospel artistes will turn on the charm
And the audience will definitely respond
And depending on the artiste’s popularity
The applause could go on and on and on.
  
This is intermingled with praises
I am not always sure to whom they are inclined,
Whether it’s God above who is to be honoured
Or these are the praises to men assigned.

For the way some artistes are regarded
Would make you shudder more than a bit,
Some terms like anointed and awesome
Have become the regular audit.

And preachers are not to be left out
For they too are getting in on the act,
Much of their Sunday morning sermons
Have built in an entertainment pack.

Replete with antics and clichés
Designed to evoke hallelujah and amen
But regarding content and the word
Not much of that is coming from them.

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Often they will open with a scripture
And right after they will close the word
And then proceed with the act
I am sure you have both seen and heard.

This is the morning after the night before
And the hallowed halls are not nearly as packed
As the concert halls after last evening,
I am not joking for you know that this is a fact.

For many have slept in late Sunday morning
And the few that have ventured out
Must be stirred up by the preached word
As the preacher pontificates and shouts.

His performance must be on the level
As the performance they witnessed last night
And so he will take his time to present
A sermon that is loud and long and light.

Loud because he must keep them awake,
Long because it must appear he has much content,
Light because there is little truth to the above
For not much word is presented is my lament.

And so we have the competition
Between Christian education and entertainment
Entertainment is the winner by a distance
And it’s education that they resent.

The result is a paucity of knowledge
As it particularly pertains to the word
And a tempered, watered down education
Since people must be otherwise stirred.

“What’s emotional is what’s important (1)
And how I feel rather than my spiritual state (2)
For sermons which are dead and staid (3)
Are the sermons that I deplore and hate.” (4)

Lines one and two are nonsense
However with lines three and four I concur,
Any preacher who preaches a dead sermon
Probably did not to God’s word refer.

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For the word of God is quick and powerful
And sharper than any two edged sword,
While the preaching might be dead and staid
There is nothing dead about the word.

It’s time that we review our posture
Both as Christians here and abroad,
For untoward times are upon us
And we are spoken of as frauds.

For our stance speaks to double standards
And such is no stance at all,
Rather it’s the proverbial sitting on the fence
And it’s time to reexamine our call.

It’s a call to be pure and to be righteous,
It’s a call to holiness and to truth,
It’s a call to the few that are chosen
To take up God’s charge and show full proof.

There is a message somewhere in this poem
I do not mean to be critical or snide
But for me I will think on that message
And adapt where to me it can be applied.

I pray that God will bless and honour your ministry
In whichever part of the vineyard you are
But I also pray about the Sunday morning sermon
That with God’s word it will be on par.

Stewart Russell © June, 2017