a poem is a sermon
Praise the Lord and birth more cannon fodder! Perpetuate our species, one and all! Salvation’s army needs our sons and daughters; don’t fret, you may reclaim them when they fall. Desist from that sad mewling! ‘Tis not slaughter! They fight to keep the heathens from the wall. As goes the battle, so will go the […]
“This town needs a revival,” I heard some sure person say at the supermarket just the other night. I thought about replying, but instead just walked away; no point in telling people that they’re right. There’s at least 50 churches in the just under two miles between the store my driveway, I think. It may […]
What’s the point? I want to ask the Mormons on their bikes, who leave their own nice neighborhoods to share the view they like that they are sure contains the answers to what’s wrong with us, and don’t mind spending hours on the front porch. We discuss the book they’re peddling, free of charge, the […]
Tonight, I answered questions from a survey-taking girl who wished to know where I weighed in on God’s place in the world. The purpose for the questions seemed to me a bit unclear; more fodder for pro-Christian ranting or control, I fear, but I took part, and did my best, although the answers seemed to […]
(edited slightly for content and privacy) Hey: I like you train of thought. I was in church this christmas eve to see my little girl in a play. I heard the preacher talk about Jesus (you know the one from Nazereth), being the “Prince of peace”. I thought you know this just dosen’t seem right. […]
Ah, I must admit that I admire their dedication. I wonder, however, that their missionary zeal carries them out into wild, uncharted areas at the edge of their map before they have taken their message to their direct neighbors. I speak, of course, of the dedicated young men in the bicycle messenger trade of the […]
If they should tell you all the world is full of evil, and there’s nothing without sin, that life’s bitter extent is but a test to grind away transgression from the heart, the better to prepare your way elsewhere, or that salvation is beyond our grasp, enmeshed in esoteric rites and laws requiring a third […]