Not Geniuses but Genesis

 

 

Many have written

On how the world began,

In science and in philosophy

They’ve come with a plan.

 

They have been regarded

As geniuses and greats

And many walked in the past

While some, here of late.

 

One in particular

On whom many still depend

Was said to have reneged

As his life neared its end.

 

He, among many others

Has been titled genius

And the brilliance they manifested

Still baffles us.

 

Their many achievements

And the many lettered titles

Are regarded as evidence

That is considered vital.

 

 

They knew their subject:

That’s evolution, of course,

As recorded in the print media

And in our schools enforced.

 

Beginning with no beginner

Other than Big Bang

Whom I’ve met many times;

I can still hear his clang!

 

Two opposing forces

Or at sometimes, side by side,

Or going in the same direction

Still somehow collide.

 

 

Big Bang may be the result

But it is never the cause,

At this point I say to the geniuses

It is time that you pause.

 

Which report will you take:

Big Bang or the Word?

Regarding the geniuses and Genesis:

Which one is absurd?

 

A beginning with a Beginner

Or a beginning with a Big Bang?

Upon which of the above

Does your worldview hang?

As for me I conclude

It’s not the geniuses but Genesis

Unless of course, in evolution,

There’s something I’ve missed.

 

An empty vessel makes most noise

The winner here is Big Bang

But on the word of the Creator

Time, space and heaven hang.

 

 

Not geniuses but Genesis:

At this point I rest my case

And here I definitively stand

By my God-given faith.

 

Stewart Russell © May 27, 2021

 

My Response

 

A Parody of the Doxology

Blame God from whom all cyclones blow,

Blame him, all creatures here below,

Blame Him, who knocks down church and steeple,

Who sends the floods and drowns the people.

Anonymous

I ponder on this writer’s worldview

But not for long

For whatever his origins’ position is

This view is terribly wrong.

Let me write out the doxology

So that we all can compare

The truth about the Almighty God

And the nonsense that men often air.

 Praise God from whom all blessings flow,

Praise Him, all creatures here below,

Praise Him above the heavenly hosts,

Praise Father, Son and Holy Ghost.

What a departure this parody is!

What a severe distortion of truth!

Clearly this writer is making claims

For which he has no proof.

He could be a creationist

Or an evolutionist, he might be,

Be it one or the other,

There is much he cannot see.

He may have been joking

Like some of us tend to do,

But somethings you don’t joke about

Is my considered view.

People mocked the donkey

From time immemorial;

As a result, the following was written:

It is rather satirical.

  

The donkey does the talking,

Aware of how he is perceived,

These first two verses make the point

He hopes we human will receive.

When fishes walk and forests flew

And figs grew upon thorns,

Some moment when the moon was blood

Then surely, I was born.

With monstrous head and sickening cry

And ears like errant wings,

The devil’s walking parody

On all four-footed things.

G. K. Chesterton

Just two verses I have written

To define this parody,

It speaks of a time there never was

As the origin for the donkey.

Treated with utter contempt

In this some find their humour,

And though the matter be serious,

For these it evokes laughter.

You might recall the fable of old

Written by the Greek author, Aesop,

When the village boys engaged in fun

But for the frogs, it certainly was not.

The frogs were having a swim

One day in a village pool,

Along came some village boys

And each became a fool.

They began to stone the frogs

And one by one they died,

But a wise old frog opened up his mouth

And the boys’ actions he decried. 

“What’s fun for you Is death to us,”

That wise old frog remarked,

A valuable lesson for those young boys

And a very good place to start.

Some blame God for all that’s wrong

But for any good man gets the praise,

Hence, this parody of the doxology,

No need to repeat what it says.

I must confess I would be afraid

To refer to God in such a way

But there are some who wouldn’t care less

Even if He should some of them slay.

God takes responsibility, I believe,

For all that He has created,

Especially human beings like you and me

Whose brains often seem cremated.

Like the writer of this parody

That may seem to be very clever,

To him it might have been humorous

But to God it brings no pleasure.

I will take one thing from his parody,

That is, he recognizes God,

The fact he blames Him for cyclones

Says there is a God, after all.

There’s hope, I believe, for such;

It’s the first step to being rewarded,

For one must believe that God exists

If life to him should be accorded.

So, I would say to my fellow writer

Now, take it to the logical step,

Disabuse your mind from this parody of justice

And thank Jesus for paying your debt.

Yes, God did curse the world

But on account of man’s deliberate sin,

But he also gave His only Son

Through whom we can come to Him.

He is our refuge in the cyclone

And our protector in the floods,

And in any circumstance that comes our way

God always demonstrates He is good.

Stewart Russell © March 2020

It’s Agenda

Everyone has agenda

It is the basis for what we do,

And that very same agenda

Also shapes our worldview.

Sometimes it is hidden

Sometimes it’s in the open,

Sometimes we work it out in silence

Sometimes it is outspoken.

It evolves from stage to stage

And progresses through each level,

It could be something elaborate

And for others, very simple.

Yes, agenda is self-defining

Especially the stereotypes,

And even some in the minority

Put up a determined fight.

Orientation and inclination

Is a part of every soul

To the extent that even weirdos

Are becoming very bold.

At the premise of their agenda

Are orientation and inclination

And however weird they maybe

Acceptance is the expectation.

Like the agenda of the genders:

Your gender, their gender, and mine

Are evolving by leaps and bounds

Where once there were only two kinds.

There is a gender you are feeling

And there is a gender that you like,

There is a gender you can switch to

A different gender for the day or night.

There is a gender for

When I am not feeling that gender anymore,

And we could go on and on

Showing you genders galore.

You can choose your own gender

From the assortment that we carry

Or, you can develop one of your choice

Once that gender makes you happy.

Or you may choose

To not have any gender at all,

It does not matter your agenda

Any gender can be your call.

No need to panic or rush it

Of genders, we will never run out,

There is a gender for every inclination

Or any orientation that you spout.

It doesn’t matter how ludicrous

Or how ridiculous it may be,

It is our aim to meet every demand

And to make everyone happy.

Agenda or gender

There needs be no confusing of the two,

One fits into the other

Like a sock fits into a shoe.

It does not even matter

Which of the two comes to the fore,

One will invariably promote the other

No less and no more.

So your gender, their gender

And also mine,

Whatever the perceived gender,

Some agenda will define.

Be reminded, God has an agenda

It is stated in His Holy Word,

There you will find only two genders

All other agendas are absurd.

It is absolutely nonsensical

To add to the genders that brought you,

All others subtract from procreation

That is my considered view.

For the purpose of procreation

There can be only two

But man will give up the tried and tested

To experiment with the new.

The devil’s agenda is often hidden

In the emotions of the human mind

But in God’s divine agenda,

He and his affiliates are only for a time.

Now I have reached verse twenty-one

The maturation of a woman or man,

Regarding your agenda and gender

Please stick with the Master’s plan.

The apostrophe and s on Master

 Refers to God’s original plan,

No crossover, in between or obscene

Just the two genders originating in Adam.

It would be remiss of me

If I did not repeat the theme,

For now, it’s agenda that’s shaping gender

Hence a world that is about to careen.

The question is whose agenda:

Your agenda, their agenda or mine,

Let’s get back to the two genders

Which produce offspring of their kind.

Stewart Russell (c) September 2019

But A Moment

I wish I didn’t have to die

But if Jesus tarries I must

So I must prepare to leave here

After all of the hoorah and fuss.

There’s just one way we come

But several in which we go

But why am I telling you this

When you already know?

We do not know the time

We have on this terrestrial plain

But however short or long it is

It is a mix of pleasure and pain.

There are the highs and lows

The joys and the sorrows,

The certainty of the present

And the uncertainty of tomorrow.

There’re many valleys to traverse

And many mountains to climb,

Some memories will be fleeting

And some will cling to the mind.

A sordid mix we’ll encounter

But many precious souls too

And depending on the imbalance,

This could shape our worldview.

A tilt towards a creative God

Or an incline towards evolution,

A hope when this life has passed

Or nothingness and dissolution.

We agree, whatever our worldview

That we are not here forever

But however long our sojourn,

The best should be our endeavour.

An uplifting philosophy is necessary

And not the poisonous type,

A compassionate, caring individual

And not of mere emotional hype.

  

Demonstrating the love of Christ

And not given to promissory talk,

But following the example of Jesus

And engaging a meaningful walk.

This present life is but a moment

A very fleeting moment at that

And relative to all of time,

This should be an obvious fact.

From the cradle to the grave

That’s the journey initiated at birth

And though a few reach one hundred,

We all go the way of the earth.

An inevitable return to the dust

The material from which we came,

The end of life as we now know it

Interred in the nether domain.

Awaiting a coming resurrection

Of both the saved and the lost:

The former would have died in Christ

The latter forsook the cross.

One’s life may be just a moment

A mere dot on the segment of time

But one’s eternal destiny is settled

Depending on the state of one’s mind.

A mind that was set on Christ

Or one that was decidedly otherwise:

The former to everlasting paradise

The latter to his eternal demise.

Life is a moment to procure salvation  

An opportunity to come to Christ,

A chance to accept God’s saving grace

And Christ substitutionary sacrifice.

Dying for the saint is a gateway

At the end of our sojourn here

And the joy of this present life

Cannot be compared to the joy over there.

Stewart Russell © August 2018