Restoring Yeshua´s Honour

CALL TO REPENTANCE

This is an old entry I wrote on Jan 4 10.

BACKGROUND:

Last week I went to a native reserve where the Roman Catholic Church ran a residential school for many years. One man was discussing his views on religion and mentioned “Jesus Christ, that ***hole!” He proceeded to tell me that he has had daily nightmares from the memory of a residential school priest who had raped him at the age of seven. Well, my friend and I sort of looked of each other shocked, but kept silent, believing that it’s better to listen carefully and understand where he is coming from.

I haven’t been able to forget this for the past 3 days, so I wrote this poem which I might later try to turn into a song. Please excuse the swearing: yes, I am well aware that Ephesians 4:29 (NKJV) says, “Let no corrupt communication proceed out of your mouth, but what is good for necessary edification, that it may impart grace to the hearers.” I have kept the Rated PG word in there just to highlight the intense emotions felt by people who have been abused in the name of our precious Lord Jesus Christ . . . Please read it with an open heart and mind . . .

POEM:

NO WONDER PEOPLE CALL JESUS CHRIST AN ***HOLE

– A call for rich and wealthy to weeping and gnashing of teeth in sorrowful repentance to avoid the soon-coming weeping and gnashing of teeth they will experience in Hell if they don’t repent . . .

“Come now, you rich, weep and howl for your miseries that are coming upon you! Your riches are corrupted, and your garments are moth-eaten. Your gold and silver are corroded, and their corrosion will be a witness against you and will eat your flesh like fire. You have heaped up treasure in the last days. Indeed the wages of the labourers who mowed your fields, which you kept back by fraud, cry out; and the cries of the reapers have reached the Lord of Sabaoth. You have lived on the earth in pleasure and luxury; you have fattened your hearts as in a day of slaughter. You have condemned, you have murdered the just; he does not resist you.” (James 5:1-6 NKJV)

He called Jesus Christ an ***hole

but is He really?

He called my God a dirty word

And of course, I cannot agree.

But if a priest had poked me

when I was seven

How would I feel?

If a strong man had overcome me

as a weak, defenseless boy,

all in the name of religion,

Would I be attracted to such a god

as this?

Would I be drawn to this Father figure

And heed the call to follow His Son?

My God, how could Satan

Raise up demons

Disguised as angels of light

To heed the Great Commission?

How on earth did

evangelisation

become entwined in

Colonisation

And extending the empire’s boundaries?

How can one group claim

To be the Joshuas of our day

And butcher, maim and subjugate

The so-called Canaanites

Of our land?

This was no destiny that was manifested,

This was no New World opened up

To relieve the population pressures

Of the Old One.

This was Satan’s Great Game

Like that of Central Asia in the 1800s.

This was demon-driven Genghis Khans of War

Out to extend empire

And slaughter the poor

Or whoever got in the way.

And today, oh today

With kidnappings of children

By government workers

And territorial invasions

By major corporations

Looking for another ski resort

Or golf course

For the rich to play in,

Or source of oil, copper, natural gas

or uranium.

Don’t tell me you are sorry

When you keep sending in your armies.

Don’t tell me things’ve changed

When your legislations and your departments

Your lawyers, judges and prisons

Keep making millions off me,

With stolen public money.

I don’t buy into your system

And the demons who built it

throughout the years

All in the name of civilisation,

And advancement, and growing economy,

And your state-funded religion

Which stole the name of Jesus,

Stuck it on devils’ heads,

And purported to act out in His stead,

As apostles of compassion.

That’s a load of trash,

And I’ll be so brash,

As to call you on it.

No wonder people are calling Jesus Christ an ***hole,

When ***holes claim to represent Him!

No wonder our only solution to this mess

Was painted on a demon’s face

And paraded around as a loving deliverer,

Only to drive people away from the real thing!

No wonder no one buys into your lies

No wonder your health will fail

As you begin your descent into Hell.

Only one message for you:

Realise your great truckload of mistakes.

Understand that you’ve offended God and humanity.

Comprehend the fact that you’ve built

your empire on the backs of the poor.

You’ve bullied and harassed and

hoarded your nation’s wealth for yourselves.

It’s time to bow your knees

And weep.

It’s time to make things right

With God and the people.

Right now,

Before it’s too late.

And you yourself are seized along with the

very demons that drove you to greed and oppression

And are thrown into Hell alive.

Today is your chance.

Now is your opportunity.

Don’t delay another minute.

Your destiny is in your hand,

fat cat . . .

No wonder people call Jesus Christ

an ***hole

When you’ve been representing Him,

you false prophet,

You demon of darkness!

Get on your face and clear His name!

Make your amends

And come to the real Jesus . . .

who delights in changing ***holes

into humble servants,

And devilish robber barons

into teary-eyed saints.

It can happen!

Do it now!

Respond to God’s call. . .

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About sleepless in turtle island

Hi, I´m Dimitri. I have lived in Turtle Island for awhile now, so my cultural understanding is slowly improving. Also, I can see things in this place that boggle my mind. Thus this blog...
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