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In remembrance of Me (Christ Jesus, Isa, son of Miriam).
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'Be merciful, as your Master (Lord) is merciful.' - Isa, Jesus, son of Mary
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<body>
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<div id="after-truth-what-is-left">
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<p>A-mong the stables /
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They found a ho-ly in-fant /
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Named Je-sus Christ
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</p>
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<p>L-':
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</p>
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<p>He came to bring peace /
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from the Al-migh-ty
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Jus[-]tice /
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G!d be with the world /
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</p>
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<p>In a muf-fin crumb /
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They found a spot to chat-ter /
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and spark a fi-re
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</p>
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<p><i>From Scriptures: 'they say
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'that feels good' around fire
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that they had started with
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blocks of wood that they had had
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cut, hewn, hauled - from buttressed trees
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that are in forests -
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with the help of G!D
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<br/>
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Then, ah- 'that feels good' they say
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loudly and softly (not nasty, sweetly
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and even surprisingly pleasant
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. a
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litle painful (maybe)
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fascinating
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intriguingly
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breath-taking
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and awe-strikingly
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beautiful and mesmerising
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<br /
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>
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After a while, they say to themselves,
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shall I-
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'shall I do- oh, yemmy,
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and yummy
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-
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shall I do a detestable thing,
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and worship
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a block of wood,
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or two blocks of wood
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or three
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or a pile of flesh
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or a bag of bones
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or a sack of intestines
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or a house for maggots
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or a body that is white
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with death,
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and feels cold to the touch,
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and is filling up with
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termites
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as a damp block of wood
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grows infested with white
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insects or moving bugs
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in a
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dim
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dank
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dark
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yawning mouth
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of a barn
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'
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Compare if you will to
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(oh, grateful or not)
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what the Buddha
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said to monks (who were)
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overcome
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with lust
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when
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meditation
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on dead (naked)
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bodies (lily-white)
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in graveyards,
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exo-tic
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excruciatingly
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beautiful
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corpses. The Buddha
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said, 'it is twiching
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uncontrollably maybe,
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in what some call 'rigor
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mortis' , becoming stiff
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, swelling maybe with time,
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filling up with insects,
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eggs of flies hatching inside
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body,
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maggots crawling up and down,
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bed of body is scorpions
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and mushrooms
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sores are filling up in body
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as we or you or me or them
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look on, or speak.
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(or something like that)
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</p>
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<p>No matter the day /
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Je-sus is always with you /
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For-e'er and e-ver /
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<i> [no matter the sex,
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no matter your sexiness,
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no matter your grammer,
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or over-punctuation,
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Je-sus is always with
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you
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for-ever
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and ever
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and always]
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</i>
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</p>
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<p>In a dim kit-chen /
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I saw a lit-tle rab-bit /
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That had grown too old
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</p>
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<p>Show me the mean-ing /
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And I will show you the cure /
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To the pain of [L]ife
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</p>
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<p>Rab-bit is now dead /
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Wrap his bo-dy up in white /
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And down to new tombs!
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</p>
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<p>
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[El]
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Shad-dai colours things blue /
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And turns them grey, black, red-gold /
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Moon-dust glitters too
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</p>
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<p>They brought a new taste /
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G[!]d has ac-cursed in days past:
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'You shall eat with pain'
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<i><p>
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['Thou shalt eat with pain']
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huk-huk-hul
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ha-ha-ha (laughing)
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ha-ha-ha-ha
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it- still still-
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scary? laughing at laughing people?
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how about 'smirking'?
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'the pursuit of worldly, exquisite
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as they may, wealth that is of
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the world, or the world, which
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in its present form is passing away,
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is associated to acts of foolishness
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of all kinds. Yes, that includes
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the pursuit of so-called knowledge.'
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(written in Scriptures, this, yes.)
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'I want you to be wise
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about what is good, and innocent
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about what is evil, as much as
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everybody has heard about
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your obedience - that I rejoice over,
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everybody has heard about your
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obedience, and I rejoice.'
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'Or you think it is said for no reason
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that the spirit of G!D is a cause
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of envy? You adulteresses!
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If you choose to make yourself
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friend of world, you make yourself
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enemy of G!D, who hath no beings
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attached, know you not?' (as written
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in Scriptures)
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So, G!D knows what evil
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is, and I do not know (know
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this, please, if I emphasise
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not enough).
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and 'the love of money of worldly
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wealth or false knowledge is the root
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of Evil.' and G!D knows what Evil
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is, and I do not. N' of course G!D is
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good, G!D loves justice, detests
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wickedness. swift and terrible
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in punishment that is severe and lasts
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long. 'Fear of G!D is beginning
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of wisdom. But fools despise sound
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guidance and instruction.'
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</p></i>
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</p>
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<p>The muf-fin was made /
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And they do not seek its joy /
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Because it was made
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</p>
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<p>I have to re-turn /
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Walk-ing past the strangers here /
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They turned me a-way
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</p>
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<p>Long days con-ti-nue /
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In an in-sti-tu-tion[-]al /
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Man-ner of baking
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</p>
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<p>
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The birds out-side sing /
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While I hear the people scream /
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As I chew on it</p>
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<p>In the cool of Day /
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The Lord G!d walks in gardens /
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Where men walked be-fore
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</div>
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<div>
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<p>Dear Diary,
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</p>
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Scripture tells me not to say that in
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twenty years you will repay the wicked
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and un-just for what they have
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done, for is not G!d a good G!d?
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that question
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rings in my
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mind: Is G!d a G!d, who rewards the wicked?
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</p>
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<p>
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Estee the educator, and
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Garnyg the officer, with another man,
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the technologist, have
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rendered me
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zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
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</p>
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<p><i>from the writer: mysterious
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marks that look that a snake
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with a pin struck through it.
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may or may not be the letter 'z' from
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the English alphabet.
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</i>
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</p>
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<p>to a physician. Embittered of soul,
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I rest and become restless, -
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taking comfort in the affection
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of the family of believers
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and followers of Christ.
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'You know of my way of life,
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my persecution at
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Antioch, my longsuffering,
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my patience...' wrote the
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apostle
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Paul, who cautioned in the
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same letter
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</p>
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<p><i>from the writer:
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As written in Scriptures:
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'What then is Paul? What then
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is Apollo?' (what)
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'G!D loves not those who delight
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in wickedness. Mischief-makers,
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G!D loves not.' (from Scriptures
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that some call the Quran)
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'I want you to show mercy (love),'
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says the LORD G!D, (as written
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in Scriptures.) 'Not to offer
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sacrifices. I want you to know me
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(G!D).'
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<br/>
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Oh, thank You, oh Compassionate
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and Most Merciful One, who is
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swift and severe and terrible
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in punishment: eternal abode
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in Fire, at an hour when there
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will be no (outside) help,
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no intercession, and no hand
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of compassion to be extended;
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and then there will be angels
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striking back and behind
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and cheeks
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and neck (décolletage, heads
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shoulders, knees and toes,
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knees and toes) of people who will
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have displaced lips; and then
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there will be weeping, and
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stamping of feet, most sorrowful,
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and grinding an' gnashing of teeth.
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(ah, that feels extremely
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satisfying, G!D, who reminds me
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to leave the righteous anger
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of G!D to G!D). afore-mentioned
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may be verified to be recorded
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in the Quran, the Bible and elsewhere
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which may or may not be unknown
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to me.
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<br/>
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And so it is that what the Teacher
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and Lord says is true: 'Blessed
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are you who hunger and thirst
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for righteousness, for you
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will be satisfied.' so says the
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Son of Man. As surely as the LORD
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G!D, the Almighty One lives,
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I hunger and thirst for righteousness,
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for the wicked to have no peace, and
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no rest, and for those who
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fear G!D to be rewarded and exalted.
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And as surely as the LORD lives,
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I have been satisfied in great
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and mighty ways that I did not know,
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and G!D promises that... this:
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'Call to Me, and I will show
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you great and mighty things
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which you do not know.'
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</i>
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</p>
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<p>'But mark this: there will be
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terrible times in the last days.
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They will be brutal, lovers of
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themselves rather than lovers
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of G!d, not lov'rs of the
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good... [or,
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not lovers of the Good, to be
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precise, for some glory in
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their shame, and say, 'I have
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done no wrong!']'
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</p>
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<p>Gekeng the social worker
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is someone [whom] you should be
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on your guard against. G!d will
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pay them in retri-bution for
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what they have done to me.
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Be careful when you
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<i>
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[very
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faint marks (as in, hand-writing,
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for context)]
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</i>
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afflicted in Singapore with them.
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</p>
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<p><i>from the writer: very
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faint marks again
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</i>
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</p>
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<p>G!d has given me a channel
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to <i>
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[faint marks] (guessing the word
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is 'know')
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</i> Him more.
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Diary, you just a vapour that
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appears for a little while,
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and then
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<i>(guessing the word is...
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oh, G!D knows, and I do not
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know. Yes, G!D knows, and
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I do not know.)
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Doing guess-work: 'the Almighty
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causes lovers to scatter in the wind!'
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</i>
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</p>
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<p>[El] Shaddai darkens the evening
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with the descent of night, and raises
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the song of crickets up to
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the lights of the sky which
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He made, in epilogue to evening
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</p>
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<p><i>[very faint marks]
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</i>
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</p>
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<p>May glory be to G!d[,]
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and may peace be with you
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in the name of the Lord Christ
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Jesus.
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</p>
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<p>I am fading away, and repenting
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<p>I am going to meet
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</p>
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<p><i>[faint marks again, perhaps
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fittingly so] Praise be to G!D
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Most High
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</i>
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</p>
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</div>
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<p><a>
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</a>Can one who hates justice govern
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the rising and setting of the sun,
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and the times when salmon going up-stream
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</p>
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<p><a href="after-truth-what-is-left">
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O Lord, teach us to number our days,
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so that we may live with wisdom, O blessed Father
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through Jesus Christ (Amen)
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</a>
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</p>
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<p><a href="#envy-jealousy-foolishness-force-of-wind">
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'The mouth of a fool invites ruin. And
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a rod is for the back of he.. she... they
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who lack judgment'
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</a>
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</p>
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</p>
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<p><a href="#they-said-what-do-we-do-now">
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'Most people do not know what
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to do with their time,' [Mister] Suzuki,
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also known as 'Mister Homeless Kodo'
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said. Guess what Christ Jesus allowed
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them to do with their lives? (Wow)
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Suddenly they have a lot of motivation
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to scheme and plot and do something with the
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time which most people do not know
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what to do with, huh? Better than holiday trip -
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it's free of charge!
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ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha (seemingly crazy
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man cannot stop laughing)
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Thank You, O G!D, who loves justice,
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and detests wickedness. You are the potter,
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we are the clay, we are all the work
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of Your hands, our Father. (book of
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Isaiah,
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maybe)
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</a>
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</p>
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<p><a href="#they-asked-what-do-we-do-now">
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'Jesus, Jesus,' they said. 'Your mother
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and your brothers and sisters and siblings
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are outside the temple where you are teaching,
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waiting to be let in. Outside the city
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where you are teaching, they are there,
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too! Your Mum! Still others are outside
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the country, at the immigration offices!'
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Jesus said to them: 'My mother and brothers
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and sisters, brethren, kin, obey G!D, and
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keep the commandments of G!D. They are
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those who obey G!D, and keep the commandments
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of G!D - those are my mother and brethren.'
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(as written in Scriptures, every word of
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which 'av the breath of G!D in them,
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and are suitable for disciplining,
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rebuking, and making one wise for salvation
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through CHrists Jesus)
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</a>
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</p>
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<a href="#i-am-nothing-at-all">
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'They say, "Peace, peace", but there is no peace!
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They dress the wound of my people as though it were not serious.
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'Peace, peace,' they say, when there is no peace.' (Book
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of Jeremiah, chapter 6, verse 14). http://biblehub.com/jeremiah/6-14.htm
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<br/>
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“So My hand will be against the prophets who see
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false visions and utter lying divinations.
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They will have no place in the council of My people,
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nor will they be written down in the register of the
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house of Israel, nor will they enter the land of Israel,
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that you may know that I am the Lord GOD." (Book of Ezekiel,
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chapter 13, verse 9) http://biblehub.com/nasb/ezekiel/13.htm
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</a>
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</p>
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<p>
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<a href="#do-not-return-wickedness-for-wickedness-take-heed">
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See- see if there is any wicked way in me, Daddy, and lead me
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in the way ever-lasting and true. Through Christ Jesus. Amen.
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</a></p>
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<a href="#san">
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'Do not be overly angry, O Lord.
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Do not be angry beyond measure
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with us, O Judge over the Day
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of Judgment!' ("repent, for the
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kingdom of G!D - the kingdom
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of Heaven - is near! It is not
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far!" Jesus, the Christ, saying).
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</a>
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<a href="#quattro"
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>Your- do not be afraid. Take courage.
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Your father, who is in Heaven, your Father
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is given great happiness to give you'
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the kingdom' (as Scriptures have on record)
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:-) ^_^
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</a>
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<p>
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Blessed art thou, father in Heaven.
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our one and only Father.
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our one and only father, blessed art
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thou.
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ruler of the universe (and
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everything in it)
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hallowed is thy name.
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thy kingdom come!
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</p>
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<a href="#five">'How do we know when we have reached perfect love? When there is no
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more fear' (from Scriptures)</a>
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</p>
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<div><p>
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May the merit of joyous effort and such like be to
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exalt the Most Merciful and Compassionate One. Who?
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the Accepting of repentance, the oft-forgivin' and oft-returning.
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</p>
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</div>
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<div>
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O, G!D who grants passage of boats across oceans even
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help me
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to let Your affairs be my concern
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my only concern
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I don't wanna care about things of the world
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For master has bought servant for a prrr-- prrr---
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price
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that the world doesn't pay
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a price master has paid in full
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so help me
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not to divide my focus
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help me not care
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'bout affairs of the world
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and how to please them -
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who are of the world -
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but be concerned
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about Your affairs
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and care 'bout whether
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You are pleased or not
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Will they help me
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if You are angry with me?
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I don't wanna be enemy
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of G!D
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So G!D help me
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even if this means
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being enemies of the world
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</div>
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<div><p>
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<i>Mysterious marks that look
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like a bee approaching a flower
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<p>She bangs / she bangs
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o is G!D woman or man /
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think for a moment /
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and you're dead /
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is this Heaven /
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or Hell /
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think for a moment /
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and /
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you're dead /
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HA!
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</p>
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</i>
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</p>
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</div>
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<div><p>Dear Diary,
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</p>
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<p>How are you? May peace be
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with you with you, in the name
|
|
of
|
|
[or on the behalf of]
|
|
the Lord [of ours], Jesus Christ.
|
|
</p>
|
|
<p>Although I am persecuted, a reading of the [g]ospel
|
|
might be as enlightening
|
|
for you
|
|
as it was
|
|
for me:
|
|
'If the world
|
|
hates you,
|
|
remember that the world
|
|
hated [M]e before you.'
|
|
(Jn 15:18, Christian Community Bible)
|
|
</p>
|
|
<p>G!d brought my non-Christian [']parents[']
|
|
to me in the evening. I was feeling blessed and later,
|
|
sad and sorrowful and confused. G!d gave
|
|
me the
|
|
opportunity so my parents and I spent the time with reading <strike>the
|
|
</strike>
|
|
|
|
newspapers,
|
|
eating fruits (which I gave
|
|
thanks to G!d for[,] [for] blessing
|
|
me).
|
|
Reflecting, I want to give thanks
|
|
to G!d for
|
|
blessing
|
|
the three
|
|
of us,
|
|
and the rest of us
|
|
who are residing at
|
|
the wards of Institue of
|
|
Mental Health, for our daily
|
|
bread, food, water, clothing
|
|
and shelter, and meat in
|
|
the evening
|
|
, and fruits
|
|
for for the three
|
|
of us (my [']father['],
|
|
my [']mother[']
|
|
and myself) Amen.
|
|
</p>;
|
|
|
|
<p>I was sorrowful at letting
|
|
Christ go to his Father;
|
|
while I meditated, tears came
|
|
</p>
|
|
<p>from the writer:
|
|
<i>
|
|
[Mister Chopra addressed this
|
|
somewhere - on a web-site maybe,
|
|
of course, with G!D's help, that's one
|
|
way to cope with changes that
|
|
arise with spiritual growth...
|
|
flower bear fruit, might be painful
|
|
to bear fruit maybe, hm :-) (smiling)]
|
|
</i>
|
|
</p>
|
|
<p>I felt like pressure inside me
|
|
had been released. I know
|
|
I ought to be glad, but Jesus would
|
|
be going (and <strike>while</strike>
|
|
loving me) and coming to you
|
|
</p>
|
|
<p><i>The writer, or editor, if you will,
|
|
is undecided whe'er to correct- oops-
|
|
suggest the word
|
|
'going' instead of
|
|
'coming' - suffice to say
|
|
that in a book that's entitled
|
|
"Praise to a formless god"
|
|
it is written that "No coming, no going."
|
|
Another portion - oh G!D help me
|
|
to keep from becomin' proud -
|
|
is that "is the fruit latent in the seed?
|
|
is the seed latent in the fruit?"
|
|
Another still, yet, from G!D-knows-who-and-I-do-not-know
|
|
:<br/>
|
|
Chicken lays an egg /
|
|
Who would have held pee in, oh! /
|
|
How ridiculously simple!
|
|
|
|
</i>
|
|
</p>
|
|
<p>
|
|
I'm glad [Oh]
|
|
I'm glad.
|
|
I'm glad.
|
|
I'm not sad,
|
|
Christ is loved.
|
|
</p>
|
|
<p>Talk to you [a]nother time, beloved.
|
|
</p>
|
|
<p>Thank you, Jesus. May the Christ be
|
|
blessed.
|
|
</p>
|
|
<p>In Christ's love.
|
|
</p>
|
|
<p><i>mark that looks like the letter 'G'. ('mark', as in hand-writing)
|
|
'G' for good, maybe :-)
|
|
<br/>
|
|
^_^
|
|
</i>
|
|
</p>
|
|
</div>
|
|
<div id="envy-jealousy-foolishness-force-of-wind">
|
|
<p><i>Mysterious marks that look like [four] tongues of flame
|
|
</i>
|
|
</p>
|
|
<p>
|
|
|
|
Dear Diary ,
|
|
</p>
|
|
<p>They fed me food and meds /
|
|
I was denied when fasting /
|
|
Oh, G!d, Your creatures
|
|
</p>
|
|
<p>Tumbling wood-blocks /
|
|
Next to a volume of pulp /
|
|
I get a break-down
|
|
</p>
|
|
<p>The sky rumbles in /
|
|
On the fourth day of my death /
|
|
My bones stop jiggling
|
|
</p>
|
|
<p>Water pours into drain /
|
|
Cold air brushes past early /
|
|
On a bird's morning
|
|
</p>
|
|
|
|
</div>
|
|
<div id="they-said-what-do-we-do-now">
|
|
<p>Dear Dear Diary, </p>
|
|
<p>May peace be with you, in the name
|
|
of the Lord [of ours], Christ Jesus.
|
|
</p>
|
|
<p>[El] Shaddai moves the woman with
|
|
[H]is mighty hand, and I do not dare
|
|
to lay with her if she appears.
|
|
</p>
|
|
<p>I am fading in and out on the second day. G!d
|
|
put me on
|
|
</p><i>
|
|
<p>from the writer: faint marks, as in hand-writing
|
|
</p>
|
|
</i>
|
|
<p>new accommodation.
|
|
</p>
|
|
</div>
|
|
<div id="i-am-nothing-at-all">
|
|
<p>Dear Diary,
|
|
</p>
|
|
<p>Many are the clouds that [El] Shaddai draws from the curves of the sea
|
|
</p>
|
|
<p>And with [H]is mighty hand He brings forth a dark green clam from the depth
|
|
[that] He hides from the knowledge of Man in His wrath which abideth until belief
|
|
in the Son
|
|
</p>
|
|
<p>A swinging sword /<br />
|
|
brought forth by G!D / <br />
|
|
from Mary
|
|
</p>
|
|
</div>
|
|
<div id="do-not-return-wickedness-for-wickedness-take-heed">
|
|
<p>Dear Diary,
|
|
May peace with you, in the name of the son of the Almighty, Christ
|
|
Jesus, [who is] Lord. [whom I am not above]
|
|
</p>
|
|
<p>The man with emerald skin of crystalline substance appeared before me.
|
|
His eyes were ablaze, and out of his mouth was a double-edged sword, and in his
|
|
hand was the Star of David, and encountering him by the river, I saw that
|
|
his feet were like bronze that had passed through fire, as I fell to his feet.
|
|
</p>
|
|
<p>'Peace!' he said. 'Calamity will come soon, but I am with you until the end of
|
|
the age.'
|
|
</p>
|
|
<i>
|
|
<p>The writer thinking whether to record suspicions of idol-worship or
|
|
a flashing reminder of a certain... what people call psycho-analyst - who
|
|
was known for seeing visions or images, which he then (reportedly) used,
|
|
or other-wise applied, to contribute to society. 'King', 'lover', and
|
|
G!D-knows-what-and-I-do-not-know. 'Archetypes' they called it. (or otherwise
|
|
named it.) 'magician' . ha-ha-ha-ha. (laughing) ^^
|
|
Oh they accused Jesus and his disciples of trickery or slights of hand or feints
|
|
or sorcery or working their portion from G!D with the help of demons or sons of demons!
|
|
O! hahahahahahaha. (laughing)
|
|
</p>
|
|
<p>Thanksgiving for Return from Captivity.
|
|
|
|
A Song of Ascents.
|
|
|
|
When the LORD brought back the captive ones of Zion,
|
|
We were like those who dream.
|
|
|
|
2
|
|
Then our mouth was filled with laughter
|
|
And our tongue with joyful shouting;
|
|
Then they said among the nations,
|
|
“The LORD has done great things for them.”
|
|
|
|
3
|
|
The LORD has done great things for us;
|
|
We are glad.
|
|
|
|
4
|
|
Restore our fortunes, O LORD,
|
|
As the streams in the South. (as the streams
|
|
that You cause to gush in arid deserts)
|
|
<br/>
|
|
(as written in Scriptures. (they call it
|
|
'New American Standard Bible'; other names, too, they have
|
|
for Scriptures. Names that G!D knows, and I do not know.
|
|
Yes, G!D knows, and I do not know.))
|
|
|
|
</p>
|
|
<p>(laughing, can't stop) seemingly crazy man
|
|
</p>
|
|
<p>I praise You, G!D, for You have shown lovingkindness
|
|
</p>
|
|
</i>
|
|
<p>'What will you have me do?' said I to the man, knelt.
|
|
</p>
|
|
<p>'Go your way, Daniel,' said he. 'Peace!'
|
|
</p>
|
|
<p>
|
|
<i>'Great and marvellous are your deeds, O Almighty One'. sang the song
|
|
of Moses, who is servant of G!D, and of the Lamb. Fabulosa and fabuloso
|
|
and deserving of every superlative, and miraculously wonderful and magnificently
|
|
beautiful, O, Your deeds, You who have no beings attached. (G!D haz no beings
|
|
attached.) (laughing) ha-ha-ha-ha
|
|
</i>
|
|
</p>
|
|
</div>
|
|
<div id="san">
|
|
<p>
|
|
Dear Diary,
|
|
How are you?
|
|
May peace
|
|
[and the Life] be with you in
|
|
the name of the Lord Christ Jesus.
|
|
</p>
|
|
<p>from the writer:
|
|
:-) <br/>
|
|
^_&
|
|
</p>
|
|
<p>
|
|
'Do not err, my beloved
|
|
brethren,' wrote the apostle
|
|
Paul, 'every good gift
|
|
and every perfect gift
|
|
is from above, coming down
|
|
from the father of lights,
|
|
[the blessed Father, who
|
|
is unseen in front of men,
|
|
and who is in Heaven]
|
|
with whom there is no
|
|
variableness or changing
|
|
or turning of shadow
|
|
[nor excessively heavy
|
|
yokes like those that
|
|
teachers of the Law, and
|
|
Pharisees, and hypocrites,
|
|
lay down even on the very
|
|
aged]'.
|
|
</p>
|
|
<p>The Almighty has drawn evening across the
|
|
earth, and the man ponders on himself and
|
|
his G!d. He is a strange creation, he thinks,
|
|
growing as he appears, and also aware of his on[-]going
|
|
dis[-]appearance. For which part of his body is new,
|
|
or his bones, or his flesh, that will prompt a new
|
|
'Thing' in the world? [paragraph break] And yes,
|
|
the uncertainty of his existence threatens him,
|
|
and waits in hiding to be acknowledged, on the heels
|
|
of Recognition.
|
|
</p>
|
|
<p>G[!]d brought people to me to[-]day, Diary, and some
|
|
of the experience was pleasant, and some not so much.
|
|
Three of my former high-school class[-]mates arrived at the
|
|
ward, and G!d reminded me later of my vulnerability
|
|
amidst serving the Christ, when [H]e brought my [']father[']
|
|
to the ward (he is not a seeker of the Christ, nor is he seeking
|
|
Christ, as far as I can tell.)
|
|
</p>
|
|
<p>Do you speak Mandarin Chinese, or can you read it, at least?
|
|
</p>
|
|
<p><i>from the writer: Translating... :-) For the love of G!D,
|
|
and to the Most Merciful and Compassionate One be praise and
|
|
the glory.
|
|
</i>
|
|
</p>
|
|
<p>Although I do not count myself as having achieved perfection,
|
|
as if I were a mountain or statue that has been molded and
|
|
made perfect - oh, I do not count myself as such - and do not
|
|
have all the powers that G!D has to work great deeds that shelter
|
|
and transport Man, and nourish you and me, and do not know
|
|
all the rigid instructions, of the world, that lays a yoke
|
|
on-to one such that one turns to the direction where the sun
|
|
sets, or plucks hair out from the nostrils of one - oh,
|
|
I feel a load that is yoked upon me, instead, in
|
|
the plentiful harvest of the fields that G!D has given me to
|
|
tend, as if I ought to forge a bow or axe for myself out-side of
|
|
the houses of happy people who put the proverbial cart before the horse,
|
|
among these blurring definitions (of myself)
|
|
that G!D has caused in a baptism of fire to a disobedient
|
|
one such as myself, who seems doomed to be as clouds
|
|
of dust and ash - what with the sword, that He has plunged into
|
|
my soul, that is tormenting me greatly - I speak, in an effort
|
|
to make my humanity heard, the following: if G!D has given me
|
|
this worldly life as a comfort - a form of mercy
|
|
from the Most Merciful and Compassionate One, or a brief respite -
|
|
then what they have done to me falls short of what lets
|
|
the light of the Most Merciful One - who created us, and is working
|
|
great and mighty wonders in His immeasurable splendour and
|
|
ways that are above my own - shine;
|
|
they do not glorify their Maker, who is maker of all. I see
|
|
room for the Lamb to do the will of the one who sent the Lamb. I see
|
|
room for work that reconciles the below to the above. I see
|
|
a gap to be filled. And how great the cry must be
|
|
to He-who-provides, from where they are! Oh, to imagine
|
|
the saltiness that remains on their hearts after their tears
|
|
have dried! To borrow an expression
|
|
from the one and only Teacher,
|
|
if this happens in the green, what more in the dry!
|
|
</p>
|
|
<p><i>Mysterious marks that look like armies or soldiers
|
|
</i>
|
|
</p>
|
|
<p>Where G!D has sent me to is where wild people
|
|
have the comfort of their shelters and women, and yet
|
|
bake bread that leaves people half-hungry after they eat it.
|
|
Not a joyous effort at all, are all these plucking of nostril-hairs,
|
|
and turning to the direction where the sun sets. To the extent
|
|
that they have turned the commandments of G!D to suit the desires
|
|
of their hearts, they are all alike, regardless of their
|
|
positions in society, gender identity, sexual identity, and
|
|
the number of years that they have lived (or the number
|
|
of wrinkles
|
|
on their fore-head). And these are people who are made
|
|
in the likeness of their Maker! How outrageous! I am
|
|
greatly anxious and distressed for these people whom
|
|
G!D offers His covenant to. My lowly heart is beset with
|
|
with unexpressed emotions, as if my heart were in a sealed
|
|
jar that is becoming a little too cramped, or as if the heat
|
|
of summer had been poured into a drink that leaves me burning
|
|
upon consumption. Oh, to whom shall I turn the ancient
|
|
trees and mountains of my soul towards: G!D who clothes me,
|
|
or those whom G!D has destroyed since long ago in plagues
|
|
and floods and earthquakes that only those who are like Noah
|
|
can be spared from? Who am I to model myself after? Or who
|
|
am I to speak up for? Or rest my weary soul against? O! How
|
|
I have spent nights sitting, by my lonesome, under the shifts
|
|
and changes of the moon, wishing to be with You, enjoying
|
|
the lush abundance of what G!D provides in his covenant with
|
|
an oppressed, persecuted and doomed one such as myself!
|
|
O, Jehovah!
|
|
</p>
|
|
<p>oh, in the heat of the day, I have felt humiliation.
|
|
我受到委屈了，日记。想像在十字架（或者，树）上，
|
|
耶稣叫喊：【阿爸，父亲！为什么你放弃了我？】我认为
|
|
生活是值得的，感到幸福，是他的牺牲，让我有
|
|
改变和希望。他的名字，耶稣。</p>
|
|
<p>晚安
|
|
</p>
|
|
<p><i>marks that I cannot understand now,
|
|
but will come to understand afterward, if
|
|
G!D is willing. :-)
|
|
</i>
|
|
</p>
|
|
<p>阿们
|
|
</p>
|
|
</div>
|
|
<div id="quattro">
|
|
<p>Dear Diary,
|
|
Strangled and a-ware /
|
|
I comb fingers in-to ash /
|
|
as I dis-ap-pear
|
|
<br/><br/>
|
|
They fold the-ir hands /
|
|
As they sit a-cross from me /
|
|
How do I praise G!d
|
|
<br/><br/>
|
|
They came on a day /
|
|
When it was cold and wind-less /
|
|
They came suddenly
|
|
<br/>
|
|
<br/>
|
|
Tiles and small stock-piles /
|
|
Bring on a cas-cade of fear /
|
|
and the stop in me
|
|
<br/>
|
|
<br/>
|
|
They pushed some bis-cuit /
|
|
and mix-ture to me at tea /
|
|
They shan't break my fast!
|
|
<br/>
|
|
<br/>
|
|
On a ce-real crack /
|
|
The rai-sin traced me as best /
|
|
as a dry <strike>hump</strike>lump
|
|
can
|
|
<br/><br/>
|
|
The wild crane stands fast /
|
|
A-mong te rol-ling grass field /
|
|
As he jour-neys past
|
|
<br/><br/>
|
|
They are in a war /
|
|
They are wield-ing seen weapons /
|
|
But we, un-seen, win
|
|
<br/><br/>
|
|
They are in a war /
|
|
They are seen wielding weapons /
|
|
But we win, unseen
|
|
<br/><br/>
|
|
To make a dam burst /
|
|
It is im-por-tant to risk /
|
|
Flood-ing the ri-ver
|
|
<br/><br/>
|
|
How many swallows /
|
|
Follow the si-lence as well /
|
|
As a stag-nant pond?
|
|
<br/><br/>
|
|
How many swallows follow the
|
|
selection of an old
|
|
stagnant
|
|
pond?
|
|
<br/><br/>
|
|
Day comes and night goes /
|
|
Silk-i-ly e-nough on wings /
|
|
of a red fea-ther
|
|
<br/><br/>
|
|
The bumblebee flies /
|
|
Listening to the sounds of snorts /
|
|
and grumbling hammers
|
|
<br/><br/>
|
|
<i>from the writer: Lest they
|
|
tramply on them, and then turn
|
|
and attack you, do not set
|
|
your pearls before swine.'
|
|
(hur-hur-huk) (laughing)
|
|
This is from Scriptures.
|
|
</i>
|
|
The bumblebee flies /
|
|
But tastes its own honey in /
|
|
no such haste as Man
|
|
<br/>
|
|
<br/>
|
|
On the equator
|
|
/ of a rectangle that curls
|
|
/ up leaving I
|
|
<strike>you</strike>,
|
|
me
|
|
<br/><br/>
|
|
Isn't it curious?
|
|
In between the lines the bird /
|
|
Makes its victory
|
|
</p>
|
|
|
|
<p>
|
|
</p>
|
|
</div>
|
|
|
|
<div id="five">
|
|
|
|
<p>
|
|
Dear Diary,
|
|
How are you? May peace be with you
|
|
in the name of the Lord Christ Jesus.
|
|
</p>
|
|
<p>If I had a wing / I would not flap but / boldly cover me
|
|
</p>
|
|
<p>
|
|
<i>from the writer: If G[!]d had a wing / would He use it
|
|
to carry / The sound of the trees
|
|
</i>
|
|
</p>
|
|
<p>
|
|
Am I so vulnerable
|
|
<br/><br/>
|
|
<i>from the writer: 'With gladness I boast about thorn
|
|
in flesh (that was given to me to torment me, and to keep
|
|
me from being proud - a messenger of the one who calls himself
|
|
the Angel of Light), delight in weaknesses, and gladly boast
|
|
about troubles, persecutions, oppression from people unknown
|
|
and known to me, hardships, emotional turns and swoops and
|
|
flights, tribulations, for the sake of the One with the Name
|
|
(Christ).' (from Scriptures)
|
|
</i>
|
|
<br/><br/>
|
|
Am I so vulnerable that a[n] offer of a mixture is
|
|
deceiving
|
|
and
|
|
tempting? Are you?
|
|
They have familiarity with toxins. It's so embittering,
|
|
disappointing and upsetting! Oh!
|
|
</p>
|
|
<p>from the writer: 'Remorseful, huh. Regrets? Or not? For the sake
|
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of the Christ, huh. The Anointed One who calls himself the
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son of Man. "Three times I asked the Lord to remove it
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from me. What? The thing causing (me) pain. The thorn in flesh.
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He said: My grace is sufficient for you. Good enough. Enough for
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you, my grace is. My power is greatest in weakness.
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(as has been recorded in Scriptures)
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"'</p>
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</p>
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<p>On the day of the Sabbath, Shaddai settles into his [or His]
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resting place after his work of the Creation.
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</p>
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<p>The awesome G!d is with you, Diary, and He will
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<strike>peso</strike> personally go ahead of you before them.
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</p>
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<p>
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Oh, such mercy, as Pope Francis said: so much mercy, especially
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for confessors!
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<p>G!d sent four former high school
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</p>
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<p><i>from the writer: (laughing) hur-hur-hur-hur. Four... form.. er...
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form-er... four.. form... four... for... It's too funny! :-D ^.^ (still
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laughing) ha- G!D is better comedian than I am :-D Thanks, Daddy :-) ^.^
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>.<
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</i>
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</p>
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<p>
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G!d sent four former high school friends to me in the evening.
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When I looked on the gifts which one brought to me, I saw the
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words: 'When you only see one set of footprints in
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the sand, it is because I was carrying you.' That was awesome!
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</p>
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<p>
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Scripture says that you ought to
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say, 'If this is G!d's will, we will
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live and also do this or that,' instead
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of boasting that tomorrow you will
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go to this or that city, live there for
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a few years and make a profit. This is a
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reminder from G!d to me about my limits
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and capabilities.
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</p>
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<p>You are <strike>like</strike> an open
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book, Diary, and I trust G!d will involve
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you in his [or His]
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plan as he [or He] sees fit.
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</p>
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<p>
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I received many blessings from the Father
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today. I am especially grateful as I had prayed
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to die, earlier.
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</p>
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<p>G!d is telling me that there is more
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to me that he sees, other than what I see[,] and what they see.
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The word of G!d is a lamp unto thy path[,] and a
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light unto thy feet.
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<strike>(Psalms</strike>
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The context is the words I saw earlier in a [']Christian[']
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publication, on the trees and tents that G!d sees in a group
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of wanderers and ex-slaves.
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</p>
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<p>
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They call for bed-time / <br/>
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On a summer night in trop-ics / <br/>
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What a silent moon!
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<p><i>
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From the writer: they call for bed-time / on a Sabbath that Lord rules /
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how patient Lord is!
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