God

 

 

God is not a conclusion

Resulting for man’s intrusion,

Neither is He some religious illusion

Out of our confusion.

 

God is not our narrative

Thus, our creation or idol,

Neither is He some three-wish genie

We call on when in trouble.

 

God is not the figment

Of some insane imagination

Or of some mega church apostle

To woo his congregation.

 

 

No creature can cage up God

No matter who or what,

This Universe is not big enough

To build for Him a box.

 

Nothing can contain God

Except a believer’s heart

And such by God’s own initiation

From the very start.

 

For He dares to indwell

The heart of the born-again

Not entrapped like a fairy genie,

But therein to reign.

 

 

A human body, His temple

Unlike the temple of old

Which once designed for His worship

Became an object of gold.

 

A replacement for God,

An idolatrous albatross

By which, all seeming to be gain,

Was eventual loss.

 

Stone cannot contain God

Or the gold of the world,

Only His eternal infallible Truth

Aka, the Living Word.

 

By God’s own allowance

A house was built for God

But for men it became a Babel,

Only not as tall.

 

 

Soon this temple had to go

As Jesus himself predicted

And like an errant unpaying tenant,

Old Israel was evicted.

 

To rubble and to stone

It was razed to the ground

Such that even up to the present,

No Jew is temple bound.

 

There’s news about one

To be rebuilt in the future

But any such endeavor, I dare say,

Misses the bigger picture.

 

God lives not in houses

Or church or edifice grand

But in the hearts of His children

That dare to take a stand.

 

A stand against all wrong

Regardless of the source,

A stand against every injustice

That the lawless enforce.

 

 

God is not the end result

Of some Socratic syllogism,

Neither of logical deductive reasoning

Nor human mechanism.

 

But, the Alpha and Omega

Without beginning or end:

Not the beginning, but the Beginner,

As the Scriptures contend.

 

 

God is our Saviour,

The Saviour of the World,

Indwelling every believer’s heart

That harkens to His Word.

 

Stewart Russell © March 21, 2025

 

New Clothes No Clothes

 

 

See my new clothes!

No seams, No threads, the best!

Extremely expensive:

Paying more for less!

 

Be it Carnival in T&T

Or Kadooment in Bim,

New clothes are no clothes;

Do note my spin.

 

It is trick or treat

For the easily misled

Regarding the many disillusions

We are daily fed.

 

Fake it till you make it!

Believe it and you have it!

Such new clothes are no clothes:

Not a single stitch!

 

 

It’s in the church too

And very prominent as well,

Just close your eyes and make believe

I hear believers tell.

 

Can you see what I see?

Just have faith,

My friend, it is as simple as that

To keep pace.

 

Man, it is like magic:

Illusion, delusion and trick,

Those new clothes are no clothes

Don’t you trip!

 

Especially you ladies,

Please pay close attention!

Your make-believe new clothes

Are a no invention.

 

 

Much exists in our mind

And also in our dreams

And very often in today’s world

It is what it seems.

 

The apparent is real

In our very unreal world

And in the most unlikely places

There are fake pearls.

 

And so, we step out

Feeling mighty great,

Believing we are what we are not

Unaware of our state.

 

A fool’s paradise:

In new brand no clothes,

And at the morally sane and stable

We turn up our nose.

 

For they are naked

And can’t acquire our attire,

In our new clothes no clothes

We advertise for hire.

 

To the highest bidder

We are dressed to kill

And in our new clothes no clothes

We live to thrill.

 

Whatever your imagination,

Just believe it is real

And ignore that innocent child

That says you’ve failed.

 

 

Even in their fantasy

Children see our nakedness

And are very quick at times

To point out our mess.

 

New clothes no clothes!

Be careful what you wear,

Having on absolutely nothing

Is far worse than a tear.

 

Revelation 3:17

 

Because thou sayest,

I am rich,

And increased with goods,

And have need of nothing;

 

And knowest not

That thou art wretched,

And miserable, and poor,

And blind, and naked.

 

Stewart Russell © March 12, 2025

 

Not Enough Faith

 

“Not enough faith!”

Of this many are accused

And it’s like, suit yourself:

Accept or refuse.

 

“Faith is a choice”

Is the impression I get,

You can turn it on or off

Or its time limit set.

 

I choose to believe

Or I choose to doubt

And when I get tired of it

I’ll throw it out.

 

One day I believe

The next day, no way

And so, my faith fluctuates

From day to day.

 

Nothing is constant

Except for change

And so, my faith is evolving,

Don’t think me strange.

 

While this may be so

For some I know,

A faith that is reasonable

Is the way to go.

 

This is the backdrop

That I wish to paint

As I flesh out the above

I find rather quaint.

 

This from a believer?

You may be stunned

But hear me out a little

Before off you run.

 

 

Not enough faith

To believe there’s no God

And that all that is, just happened,

I absolutely appall.

 

Not enough faith

To believe in evolution,

Something from nothing

Is an illusion.

 

When magicians do it

It is entertaining,

When scientists conjure up it

It is misinforming.

 

It takes far more faith

To believe such nonsense,

A design without a designer

Lacks commonsense.

 

 

Not enough faith

To believe like atheists do,

If there is no God

Then there is no you.

 

Thank God for faith

To believe that He exists

And that I do not qualify

To be an atheist.

 

If you’ve read this far

You now understand

Of atheism and evolution

I am not a fan.

 

It takes too much faith

To believe such

And “O me of little faith!”

I don’t have much.

 

Thank God it’s enough

To believe in Him

And to believe that in Jesus

I am saved from sin.

 

Not enough faith

To believe in evolution

But more than enough faith

To accept salvation.

 

Stewart Russell © April 16, 2024