If we wish to channel God’s power
We must be willing to flower
I open my heart
So every deep part
Is enriched by heaven’s sweet shower
Union with Christ, if it’s true
Leads to reproducing You
Freedom from sin
Means deep within
I’m letting You make “me” anew
Concluding the story from Sex 206. Loving Father
I am trapped in the Bar of Hell.
Watching my Father guzzle
All the shame, suffering and sin
Of the whole world
With such agonizing joy
That my soul yearns
To join Him
I grab my tiny Cup, full of ruby liquid, and slam it down my throat.
I have tasted all the pleasures of this world, from the sublime heights of philosophy to the sordid depths of passion.
All start out sweet as honey to my mouth, but end up bitter as gall in my stomach.
This… is the reverse.
[Part of a series that may never see the light of day, but this episode felt good enough to publish on its own.]
She is not an object of desire.
She is not even human.
Yet she is my next quest.
Continued from Part 4
I rise and walk toward the abyss where my Teacher has sacrificed himself.
A mountain of a man, nearly naked and covered in blood, approaches wielding a massive sword.
Ernie: So are you happy?
Ares: The question is, are you?
Continued from Part 1.
I follow Jesus through the back wall of the temple, marching straight toward where the goddess awaits.
She is there, unsurprised by my presence. Beautiful, beyond all earthly beauty. A slight mysterious smile on her lips. She is wreathed in a flowing gown that enhances rather than conceals her perfect figure.
“Welcome back, Ernie. Are you here to worship?” she mouths seductively, as her gown fades to transparent.
I smile grimly, pulling a sword from my belt.
In Which We Reject God’s Dominion, And Pay The Price
When God created the world, He gave us (mankind) dominion over all the plants and animals. But it was not an unconditional grant: rather, we have a responsibility to take His already “very good” creation to the next level, by filling the earth with His image.
And if we fail in that responsibility, the price is high…
Apologies for the pretentious title, but I wanted to challenge myself to identify and reorganize the lessons we covered in last year’s leadership class into a coherent prescription for facing down “Ministry Killers”. The idea is that each of these “steps” would be a single “life lesson”, but that together they provide the “full armor of God.“
What do you think? Did I miss anything important?
We are standing beside an ancient Greek temple. It is beautiful, and remarkably tasteful: sensuous without being obscene. We are arguing. It is an old argument. I have been here many times before.
You just don’t understand, I have to go in.
Look, I know you don’t like the old gods. You say they are corrupt and impotent. But this one’s different. I know she’s good. She has done wonderful things for me in the past. Yeah, I know I’ve often used her as an idol. But really, I’m beyond that. I just want to thank her for the past, and move on. What’s wrong with that? Shouldn’t we render unto Caesar what is Caesar’s?
“You’re the one who doesn’t understand, Ernie. I’m not saying you’re wrong — though I’m not saying you’re right. I’m not even forbidding you from entering. But…”
“I won’t go in with you.”
[I pause. Confused yet determined as I am, his simple statement frames it as a stark choice. I can’t leave him. Whatever I owe Her, I owe Him more.]
So, what do we do? You do agree she has a claim on me, don’t you?
[Now He’s the one who sighs] “Yes, she does. I would have spared you from this if I could, but her claim is legitimate. And as you well know, all debts must eventually be paid.”
[He looks straight into my eyes] So I will go in, and you can come… with me.