I transcend time
I transcend borders
Follow my lines
Receive My form
Embrace My color
Touch My robes
Breathe Me in
The scars I bear
are but triumphs of Grace
By these wounds You were healed
If You will receive Me, My Son
The Truth will set You free
I leave with You
￼L.S. James (2010)
And pray that your flight may not be in winter or on the Sabbath. For then there will be great tribulation, such as has not been since the beginning of the world until this time, no, nor ever shall be (Mt.24)
PRAYERS SHALL SIZZLE AT THE DAWN OF TRIBULATION WHILE FAITH & FEAR HAS LESS TO REASON ~ L.S. James
We need to remind ourselves that we are but a wild branch grafted into the cultivated olive tree that is Israel. Yet we the church, being no more than a spiritual entity, often presume to be God’s favorite that has replaced Israel-the apple of God’s eye. Truth is, the perennial Jew that battled the odds and persevered to this very day is re-established in his biblical homeland as a teeming nation! Amazing still is the fact that amidst the din of some 85 different languages the Hebrew tongue is once again heard! All these falls in line with God’s explicit will that the Jew will outlive their enemies, survive the odds and thrive which altogether differs from the ‘adapt or die’ philosophy of yet another perverse pastor named Rob Bell who seem to want the elect decimated, amalgamated and culled to the tune of the Antichrist. ~ L.S. James
(Zechariah 2:8; Jeremiah 16; 31:23 , Deuteronomy 30:1-5, Ezekiel 34, 36, 37; Romans 11:1; Galatians 3:7)
Christ in the Wilderness (2012)
The long haul
I behold a vision and to be there, I stubbornly cleave
There is no indecision nor doubt to faze my creed
Though storms arrive and daze belief with nagging doubts and disbelief
She calls my vision ‘Foolish seed! a bag of wants negating need!’
But still I go. These visions drive me ill!
‘Where is my goal? What lies beyond the bend?’
Thus far I know: the journey’s a trusted friend.
L.S. James (2013)
The film Apocalypse now (1979) directed by Francis Ford Coppola with its screenplay by John Milius addresses the effects of war on men. Played by Marlon Brando, Colonel Kurtz’s monologue on war and horror is especially telling of man’s depravity. ~ L.S.J
Kurtz: I’ve seen horrors… horrors that you’ve seen. But you have no right to call me a murderer. You have a right to kill me. You have a right to do that… but you have no right to judge me. It’s impossible for words to describe what is necessary to those who do not know what horror means. Horror… Horror has a face… and you must make a friend of horror. Horror and moral terror are your friends. If they are not, then they are enemies to be feared. They are truly enemies! I remember when I was with Special Forces… seems a thousand centuries ago. We went into a camp to inoculate some children. We left the camp after we had inoculated the children for polio, and this old man came running after us and he was crying. He couldn’t see. We went back there, and they had come and hacked off every inoculated arm. There they were in a pile. A pile of little arms. And I remember… I… I… I cried, I wept like some grandmother. I wanted to tear my teeth out; I didn’t know what I wanted to do! And I want to remember it. I never want to forget it… I never want to forget. And then I realized… like I was shot… like I was shot with a diamond… a diamond bullet right through my forehead. And I thought, my God… the genius of that! The genius! The will to do that! Perfect, genuine, complete, crystalline, pure. And then I realized they were stronger than we, because they could stand that these were not monsters, these were men… trained cadres. These men who fought with their hearts, who had families, who had children, who were filled with love… but they had the strength… the strength… to do that. If I had ten divisions of those men, our troubles here would be over very quickly. You have to have men who are moral… and at the same time who are able to utilize their primordial instincts to kill without feeling… without passion… without judgment… without judgment! Because it’s judgment that defeats us.
We never screams, we never fights
The serpent’s seed pressed in our hides
We make no claims but he delights
His name or number stamp our rights
But bended knees now bid thee nigh
“Come blessed savior, the Savior’s blight!
For such an hour of the night,
Come have thy blessed hope ignite!”
So bless his wonders, ye redeemed,
That bear the mark and seal of him!
We’ll march like martyrs and be with him
Applauding him the King of kings!
We’ll march like martyrs, damned as we,
That bare the numbered seal of him!
excerpt from ‘SIGNS, There will be blood and some will burn!’ by L.S. James (2013, a work-in-progress)
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