The Prostitution of Greed


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gains (Photo credit: 401K)

For the sake of gain, you men of the world, you entice with woman.  Everywhere I look the unholy appears before me.

Is this all you have?  Is this the sum of your enticements?  Does greed cover you so completely that you would even sell your daughters for the sake of gain?

You call it innocent to offer the pictures of your female children along side advertisements meant to fill your pockets.  And the least offensive among your greedy advertisements is repulsive in itself.  You do not tell the truth to gain what can be kept, or that which is due you by just scales.  Instead you proclaim that if we look and desire what you offer, your daughters will dress the walls of our hearts with desire.

Foolishness abounds in this age of pictures.  Prostitution of family has become the accepted way to sell the things you know very well we don’t need.  But you want for yourself.  You call it competition.  And you think that you need to capture, from among men, those your wicked brother has already captured.  So you sell what should not be sold.

So be it.  Fill up, then, what is lacking in your sins.  Debase the mothers of your grandchildren.  Sell them as a token of greed.  Amass to yourself the very things you can not keep.   All the while teaching that greed is best and dedication to what is holy is non-profit.  You decide by yourselves what will be your challenge when you stand before Him naked and void of answer.

Divide Between the Holy and the Common


Give unto God that which is God’s

The Temporal Unhinged


A spectrogram of the phrase "I owe you"

A spectrogram of the phrase “I owe you” (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

As I reflect on what I have become, because the Living God has called me to dance for Him in “The way”, I see without perception.  He has granted me, and all His people, senses that yearn to grasp what man cannot perceive alone.

The things of man do not entice me anymore.  A language foreign dresses my tongue, often.  The “mind” He has granted seeks for what is unseen, unspoken, and unfelt.  I look for these things among those I meet.  I constantly look for the signs of brotherhood in a place of individualism.  I search for that unity of the Spirit of God among men.  Rarely do I find it.

All this teases, prods, and provokes, all day long and through the night.  Because I do not find what He teaches me to desire among men does not mean it is not there.  Even I restrain my tongue while I am among them.  What is revealed by the hand of God among his people is hidden from the eyes of those who do not care to ask.

If they asked I would show them this place.  But no one asks.  When they speak to me they speak of things of man.  But no one asks regarding the things of God.  I do not hold this against them.  I too once kept to the things of this world.  But now a way beyond this place attends my very soul.

The Colors of Colorless Night


A close up side view of a (Nycticebus pygmaeus...

A close up side view of a (Nycticebus pygmaeus) at the in . (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Ah the night; the dawn before light.

All is still. Or is it so?

It’s man who sleeps; greed repressed.

But teaming with colors, this silhouette place.

With noises to faint to see.

The creatures of innocence move about,

While You fulfill their every need.

The bat soars by; by inches past my head.

No noise is made my ears can hear.

No man is as spry as he.

The best among us is clumsy and lame.

While this little creature roars silent through the night.

What marvelous things dance for You while we sleep.

What beauty is in Your hand.

Dogs bark at things they know nothing about.

Panic fills their bones.

All night long they warn of what is no threat.

So much like the youngest of man.

A snap appears to my listening ear.

A creature is moving near.

Which one is this who announces his presence;

All the while he strives to blend in?

Yet caught by noise he slips on by.

And all I can testify,

Is that here he was and now is there.

Another noise is made other somewhere.

I rose to pray, to seek Your face,

While my brothers relax their grip.

I did not suppose that I would find,

Color midst the colorless night.

Glory to You for You are life continually.

Sleep never covers Your eyes.

Sustain is Your name, providing life to all things.

And even the darkness does not hide.

Once again I am struck by the awesome value of God.

While we sleep He dresses what is.