If We Are A Racists, We Are Nothing But Luke Warm Water To Jesus

Racism And Jesus

 

Racism is hate and if you believe in Jesus, in Christianity, then this hate can be no part of any of us. Jesus was a Jew folks, he would have been Mediterranean brown, not a white boy. Here in America and a few other places around the globe there are people who call themselves ‘White Supremacist’, ‘Skin Heads’, ‘Alt-Right’ and or members of the KKK. I know very well from my travels all around this country that there are people filled with racial hate of every skin color, not just these white folks. There are also many people who are hate filled that use their religion to spew their hate, violence and murder. To me one of the things that I have never figured out is hatred of others within the Christian communities such as Protestant’s killing Catholics and vise versa. There is no such thing as “in the name of Christ I kill you.”

 

Up until the moment that Jesus rose from the chains of death the only people in the world that had any chance of salvation were the Jewish folks, not the Greeks, Romans, Brits or anyone else. When Jesus rose from the grave He broke the bonds of death and He ‘grafted’ all of the non-Jewish people into the safety of His arms. Jesus made it very plain to His Apostles and Disciples that they were to go and teach the Gospel to all nations, all tongues, all people so that they also could receive Salvation that it was no longer just to the Jewish people. People whom call themselves Christians yet will not invite a person of another nationality or skin color into their home or to sit with them at their supper table are delusional in thinking that these actions, this hate is ordained by Jesus. You will not find anywhere in Scripture where racism is ordained by God.

 

Jesus died on that cross to open up Salvation to all people of the Earth. If we are filled with hate toward other people over something they nor we have any control or say over, like skin color or the country we were born in, we are condemning our own selves to Hell. Folks if we say and believe in Jesus as ‘The Christ’ and we say we are followers of Christ ‘Christians’ yet we are racist or hate filled of others then we are nothing but ‘luke warm water’ to Jesus! For those who do not understand this meaning I will try to help bring its meaning into focus for you. In the Book of Revelation Jesus said that as Christians He would rather we be hot or cold for if we are luke warm He will spew us out of His mouth. Being hot would be being a very devout follower of God’s teachings. Being cold would be someone who is a Christian in their own mind yet never acted like a Christian or even let the people around them know that they were a Christian. Being luke warm is being a ‘fake’ Christian, a person who only acts like a follower of Christ for a couple of hours on either Saturday or Sunday morning. These are the people who during the rest of their week talk filth, lie and steal and tell racists jokes or have racist hatred in their actions toward other people, yet say they are a Christian. The people who do these sort of things drive the people around them away from considering becoming a Christian because of their horrible examples. Also, people who act like this tend to ‘drive away’ new and/or weak Christians. A luke warm Christian will be found guilty of not only their own blood being condemned they will be held accountable for the blood of all of those you chased away from the Cross of Christ. We cannot serve God and the world at the same time, either we are one or the other. If our heart is filled with hate, we have already made the decision that we have chosen the Devil over God.

(Love Poem) Kiss Of Love

Kiss Of Love

 

May I kiss you my love, my sweetheart my beautiful Bride

May my lips caress the tears of joy from your Angelic eyes

May my tongue dance on your belly, your breasts your thighs

Close your eyes now my sweet let your mind in pleasure drift

Let your thoughts be only of the sweet nectar that you give

 

 

Your delicious rose petals give to me my sweet lady tonight

Dream deep now my love of my lips on your ankles and toes

My tongue on your feet kissing you softly into paradise

Past your ankles, your knees, my breath on your thighs

Heavens gate opens to please as my tongue dances softly

Onward and inward my lips caressing the petals of life

 

 

I love the sound of your moans your cries of delight

I love you my darling, I wish only to please you tonight

Kissing and caressing upward to your beautiful breasts

You surrender to my breath as my lips encircle your buds

Now only your moans and tears of your pleasure do I see

Surrender now softly my love into my arms for the night

Look My Way

Look My Way

Look my way the next time you walk by

Not down your nose with your head in the sky

Look upon me with love as I have loved you

Then my heart you will win as your prize

Your shadow walks across my pillow

As I lay sleeping deep in the nights

Hoping you will but look my way

With caring still in your eyes

When I wake in the morning

I smile at your footprints

In the tears that I’ve cried

Knowing you have looked my way

With love in your eyes

When one’s winter sun is setting

Breath shallow as I lay dying

What will matter most is the knowing

That you and our Lord

Walking footstep for footstep

With hand’s out stretched

As you’re looking my way

Yes, I see the love in your eyes

The Wall Of Shame

The Wall Of Shame

Why do we build, to keep out

Was not Berlin’s built to keep in

The Great Wall of China can be seen from space

Decide what is real, do you live a sanctified life

Your reflection in the world’s looking glass

Does it show but one face or do you have many

Division from the south, but not from the north

Do you not see your two faces shining

 

What do you think your wall will facilitate

The poor of the south are humans just like you

Hungry, tired, and scared, they come to your gates

Looking for a safe place to build, and work and pray

We build a higher wall, we tell them they have to wait

From terrorist and drugs, you say your wall will defend

You wall out your brother, your neighbor, your friends

 

How is it you can be so cold yet say you’re a Christian

Do you not know, nor see, nor care, people are starving

By your actions you do offend the Lord Himself

Do you not think that a terrorist or a drug King Pin

Can enter your haven from the cold frozen north

Do not speak to me of family values ye hypocrite

As children and mothers die of hunger and guns

At the foot of this wall, this barrier you create

Queen Piggy

 

Queen Piggy was a pretty little girl

We inherited her when cancer

Took her mommy from this earthly world

She was a mere six months old

When she came prancing and dancing

Into our family’s little fold

She was so cute you just had to hold and love her

For wherever she was, she always stole the show

Everyone who cast their eyes upon her

Would soon lose their heart to this hairy little girl

For 18 years she ruled our home

To her, every hand was a friend

For everyone always wanted to

Pet her or hold her,

Even with her snarly little grin

You see, Queen Piggy was a Pekingese

With smashed snout, hairy little toes

And her toothy little smile

Everyone that she met was now

Her newest best friend

We loved this little girl

As to our home, light she did bring

But now it’s the Angels turn

To smile with Queen Piggy

Tucked up underneath their wings

Here on earth we will always miss her

For all the smiles she did bring

But who am I to complain of missing her

For last night in my dreams

I saw Piggy fast asleep being petted by our Savior

There upon His knee

In Your Beginning: That You Do Not Understand

 

How is it that you know nothing

How is it that you see nothing

How is it that you do not understand

O’ man, how is it that you’re deaf to my words

You send machines to the planets

But you do not understand

That it is by My hand, and My love

That you are, and that you have

A place on which to stand

 

Lend me your ears now my children

Daughters, Sons, now open your eyes

I will show you now once again plainly

Some things which you have missed

Through ignorance, and worldly deceit

My truth to you has been disguised

Cloaked, by He whom I cast out, with burning eyes

 

In the beginning, as it has been written

There were two creations of mankind

The Gentiles first I planted in all the lands

Yet they were in My eyes A couple absent links

Above the Monkeys, Dogs, and the Swine

They populated the Earth as they were told to do

Then A Royal Bloodline In My Garden I planted

 

I watched sometimes in amusement

But most times in horror

At all the scenes before my eyes unfolded

Through the years your tribes did blend

Through time you looked more like Us

Than the places in which you began

 

I planted My Garden between Urmia and Nod

There I breathed life into the First Earthly Man of God

From his side a mate, to share these pleasures

The rivers flowed peacefully for this Royal Blood Line We gave them

Red Eyes slithered into My Garden We had given to them

Deceived the woman, then she her man

Their eyes now open to their sins, then I did clothe them

I cast My children out into the world of the Heathen Gentiles

Two beginnings, Two Peoples, amazing you cannot understand

 

Open your eyes so you can see it

Blood of My Lamb spilled

For your Souls to be redeemed

Soon I will come to see you

But, will you wish to see Me

If you’re as blind to the end

As you are to your beginning

After My Trumpet sounds, your pleas

Will not be worth one of your pennies

What a new report reveals about white economic hardship and Trump’s big win

(THIS ARTICLE IS COURTESY OF THE WASHINGTON POST)

What a new report reveals about white economic hardship and Trump’s big win

May 10 at 6:30 PM

Roughly a third of white working-class Americans said that they have cut back on food or meals in the past year to save money. A similar share it would be difficult — if not impossible — for them to cover an emergency expense of $400. And among those who live in the same town where they grew up, only 17 percent say the quality of life there has improved.

Those are a few of the results of a detailed new survey by the nonpartisan Public Religion Research Institute and The Atlantic magazine. The report reveals the economic and material hardships afflicting the white working class, one of the report’s authors says, lending insight into why so many people in this group were willing to gamble on Donald Trump, a candidate with no governing experience.

As many of these voters felt they had little to lose, they were undeterred by the President’s failure to spell out — with any degree of detail — how he would deliver on promises that experts repeatedly cautioned were unrealistic, said PRRI’s Dan Cox, one of the authors of the report.

“Many folks — they can’t wait for a white paper, or a 12-point plan. They need help immediately,” Cox said. There was, he said, “a recognition that there was some danger with it too, but that it was, sort of, worth the risk.”

Indeed, when it comes to policy details, the white working class supports many economic proposals associated with Democrats, not Republicans. Fifty-three percent of those surveyed supported increasing the minimum wage to $15 an hour, and 58 percent said the rich should pay more in taxes. (Those figures are similar to the results for the general population.)

Global trade was one specific issue on which Trump may have appealed to many of his voters by deviating from GOP orthodoxy, and by distancing himself from Hillary Clinton, who during the campaign turned against a prominent free trade agreement that she had previously supported. Among the white working class, 60 percent said that free trade agreements were mostly harmful.

Following Trump’s surprise victory, many observers continue to debate whether economic distress or anxiety about race, immigration and cultural change motivated his supporters. The survey suggests that all of these were important to Trump’s success, but also that a sense of cultural displacement has been an especially powerful of the president’s appeal among the white working class, Cox said.

Those who agreed that they sometimes felt like a stranger in their own country, or that U.S. culture had to be protected from foreign influences, were much more likely to support Trump, the survey found. “The cultural touchstones were really salient in the election,” Cox said.

At the same time, he added, it is difficult to distinguish among the many motivations of Trump’s supporters, Cox said.

“You can’t completely divorce it from the economic experience of these folks — the fears of economic insecurity,” he said. “That’s certainly in the mix.”

On the whole, about as many white-working class people say they are worse off financially today than they were as children as say they are better off, according to the survey.

The analysis defines as those without a four-year college degree and who are paid by the hour or by the job, a definition that excludes many white-collar employees in salaried positions regardless of their education. Retirees were included based on the work they did before they retired, and students were excluded unless they explicitly described themselves as working or lower class in the survey.

The stress of making ends meet from day to day contributes to elevated rates of depression and addiction in white working-class families, Cox said: “It’s really tragic and heartbreaking that that kind of insecurity and stability causes all sorts of problems downstream.”

Among the white working class, 38 percent said that they or someone in their household had suffered from depression, compared to 26 percent of white college graduates. Eight percent of white working-class respondents said the same about drug addiction, while the figure for white college graduates was just 3 percent. Alcoholism also appears to be somewhat more prevalent in white working-class households than among white college graduates (12 percent vs. 9 percent).

The white working class seems to be giving up on the kinds of institutions that have traditionally provided a measure of stability and economic opportunity to American life, particularly colleges and universities. Among white Americans with college degrees, 63 percent said getting a degree was “a smart investment in the future,” but among the white working class, that figure was just 44 percent. In this group, a majority (54 percent) described it as a risky decision “that may not pay off in the end.”

This group’s skepticism about higher education parallels their detachment from other prominent institutions, including churches. Aside from weddings and funerals, just 58 percent of the white working class goes to church even once a year, the survey shows. Among white college graduates, that figure is 66 percent.

The white working class is less involved in their communities outside of religion as well. Thirty-six percent said they never participated in secular organizations such as book clubs, sports teams, neighborhood associations or parent-teacher associations. Just 16 percent of white college graduates said they never took part in these groups.

“It’s, sort of, been part of the American Dream, that you work hard, you get an education, you can get ahead,” Cox said. “The fact that white working-class Americans are less likely to believe that I think really shows the dire situation that they believe themselves to be in.”

Fewer than half of the white working class believes that people who work hard can still get ahead, the survey found, while 61 percent say America’s best days are in the past.

That pessimism contrasts with white college graduates — just 43 percent of whom say the country’s best days are behind it — and with people of color. Although black and Hispanic Americans are often worse off economically than those in the white working class, they have found reasons to be optimistic about the future, Cox explained. For instance, 56 percent of black respondents in the survey and 68 percent of Hispanic participants viewed a college degree as a way to get ahead.

If their bet on Trump doesn’t pay off, Cox warned, the president might find the white working class abandoning him. Asked how well they felt Trump understood their communities’ problems, a majority of the white working class — 51 percent — answered “not too well” or “not well at all.” Those figures suggest Trump might not have long to deliver.

“It’s unclear how loyal this group will be to him,” Cox said.

Please Dance This Dance With Me

 

 

Pretty girl, if I ask you very sweet

Would you please slip into my arms

And dance this dance with me

For you are the most beautiful girl

 

 

That my heart has ever seen

I see you setting with all your friends

Grape juice against your lips

From the crystal glass that you now sip

How I wish that crystal, were my lips

 

 

I’ve seen you turn down all the other men

Could it be me with whom you wish to dance

I see you look my way, I tip my hat

My heart now leaps with joy

You said yes, to my offer of this dance

 

 

With Channel and Halston now intertwined

We now float across this floor

Now we dance in married bliss

As I carry you across the threshold of our door

Now we dance this dance of married love forever more

Those Eyes

 

The first eyes we see

There filled with happiness and glee

Warmth in the smiles of momma’s eyes

Those eyes do comfort and anxieties ease

First grade crushes

Eyes filled with smiles and blushes

Twinkles of glee and faces with blushes

Those eyes of adolescent crushes

Young adult eyes all filled with dreams

Hearts filled with love

Those eyes, of a heart not yet broken

Middle age crazy

Our minds filled with lust

Lying here in bed with our neighbors bride

Remembering the heat and the lust in those eyes

Hearing a sound, it did not come from us

Stumble into the street

Everyone’s eyes looking up

The saddest eyes I have ever seen

The eyes of the Lord looking straight at me

High Winds

 

Not tired so I decided to stay up a while tonight

Not for any particular special reason, just decided too

About one A.M. I start to hear the high winds roll

Down the Pass straight to our home they blow

The house creaks and cracks to say it’s hello

 

Wife sound a sleep at the backend of the house

Winds always bother her, she has lived in tornado ally

Ms. sleepy got tired so I ushered her to bed about midnight

A big blow picked up her car with here and her baby once

It sat them back down on the highway, still unhurt and alive

 

Sweet dreams to my Lady, sleeping quietly tonight

Wrapper up with her kitty all snuggled in tight

After five A.M. now, it think the big winds have died

Big winds can be so soothing, or bring a chill to your bones

Sleep well my Lady, the high winds meant nothing tonight

 

 

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