What I Don't Have
What I Don’t Have
Spiritual leprosy I don’t have. Neither do I detect it in ones that are close
to me. Call it a blessing that the apple
has fallen far from my mother’s tree. In
that, perversion in a running down a crooked gravel road has not bloodied our
souls.
A mother has a special bond with her son. I enjoy intimacy with my daughters and daughters-in-law. Intimacy in such a way as they know me. They detect my spirit and respect my
movements about them. In this mutual
adherence to God’s law, we enjoy freedom to move. Negating boundaries results in stickiness. Inordinance with respect to gender expression
confuses the little ones as they look up to truth.
Spiritual leprosy I don’t have. I knew a man who died of AIDS. Not a friendly disease. God does say the ones who run that race will
get their reward. Dancing with flirted
disaster gives the end of the barrel eventually. Russian Roulette spins a chambered
impregnation like a piercing needle to the arm.
He did not mince words.
Homosexuality earns its grounds of toxicity birthed out of a malicious
factory ditch. Gooey sludge holds on to
the nail as it is driven through the perverted man’s soul. I don’t wish it. Not on anyone.
Why such a strong stance against the
wooing call of sexual mischief? Its dementia
far supersedes the old folk’s home.
Walking time bombs threaten our society.
In the explosion of desire, our little ones receive the spattered cum
against their craniums. Lit in their
eyes, the taste stains their understanding of what is proper.
What is proper? Again, Wisdom cries aloud in the
streets. She begs those not to venture
into the darkness without a lamp. To
know him is to slither down his hole.
Turning around is so very hard when one’s head is trapped. A funneling into his web results the body
being wrapped in confines. Worm
hole? Well, his gravity pulls and
supernatural power is needed to extract one from his trap.
Is it possible? Yes, quite.
The work of His Spirit is great.
He lifts ones up from death. Surely,
He is able to heal. Those predetermined
in a sinful conception can be emancipated.
Declaring free from the old man, His desires can be enjoyed in holiness.
Who is able to heal spiritually but the One
who created in first place? An
untwisting of the sexual identity knot is the work of the Master. His fingers know delicate maneuverings needed
to draw the string straight.
I encourage you brother or sister. Bring your stuff to His door. He does not turn away. Neither will He turn His nose from the
offal. Your shame will not offend Him as
He is God and Father of all. He cares
enough to ask and get involved. If you
have been bruised by others in high places, then I am sorry. We have no right under God to be disrespectful
of your being. We all have
sensitivities. He does not
criticize. He is not man that He stoops
to this action of flesh.
Those caught and struggling. Please come to Him again. Sexual confusion has infected the Church, but
there is hope. As long as Jesus is
alive, there is hope.
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