Circus Knife-Thrower

I heard you use the Word

And I looked it up as well

And I felt the sting of shame

And I feel that I must tell

That you used it out of order

That you hurled it like a blade

And the cutting brought no healing

Only schism, Slewfoot-made.

And the shame I feel, for Jesus

He deserves our loving touch

We, His Body meant to comfort

We, His purchase costing much.

Yet you drag us to contention

Where the intellects abrade.

Friend, I will not go there with you

To the pot-hole you have made.

Take a look and see your face there

On the waters, looking back.

It is darkened now by censure

And the graces that you lack.


No Wiggle Room

An acquaintance from a former house church gathering has launched an inter-faith group and has set up a point of reference on Facebook. She also works part-time as a hospital chaplain, where of course, inclusiveness is the key word.

She is out and about inviting people to drop by the little periodic gatherings to share testimonies and to identify points of commonality in faiths.

I wonder for a dedicated believer how this measure lines up with John 14, Hebrews 13 or Galatians 5. I recall Paul the Apostle saying that he had become all things to all people, but that had to do with wisdom in moderating the approach to the Good News to different groups; it did not have to do with enjoying regular fellowship/meals with them.

And John in his First Epistle is adamant about this dangerous courting of the world.

This sort of thinking has caused others to call me intolerant, unloving and impractical. But I am told in Ephesians without qualification that I am supposed to speak the truth in love.

I have no time for syncretic elbow rubbing. Testimony…yes as the Spirit leads.

Truth Once Despised

This “born again”
A phrase of men
That sits not well with me.

And all the blood
A cleansing flood
That flows from Calvary?

Must each address
His sinful mess
As if to start anew?

Will not the priest
And Easter’s feast
Suffice to see us through?

But then a word
My spirit heard
Providing precious light.

‘The chicks from eggs,
The tadpole’s legs,
The Monarch at first flight.

The fruit from flower,
The rainbow shower,
The acorn, then the tree.’

And truth despised
Meets clearer eyes
And sets this captive free.

Ezekiel 36:

25Then will I sprinkle clean water upon you, and ye shall be clean: from all your filthiness, and from all your idols, will I cleanse you.

26A new heart also will I give you, and a new spirit will I put within you: and I will take away the stony heart out of your flesh, and I will give you an heart of flesh.

27And I will put my spirit within you, and cause you to walk in my statutes, and ye shall keep my judgments, and do them.


Doug Blair, Waterloo, ON

Arm Wrasslin’

In email exchanges you, Anthony, and I have been considering the reliability of one of the sources you quoted in a post. Nothing wrong with the quote, but on other points of doctrine I stated that I had real problems with that speaker’s grasp of the doctrine of Christ, judgment, mercy etc. I issued a warning, somewhat like a cranky old woman. You, Anthony, reminded me kindly of our duty to look for points of agreement rather than grounds for battle with others naming the name of Jesus. (Luke 9: 49, 50)

I needed that shot. A smack across the back of the head, lovingly mind you.

Thanks Bro’

I post this because I think that someone out there needs to be reminded of what we are shown in Romans chapters 14 and 15 about quibbling over non-essentials. I missed it. Also someone needs to see honest conflict resolution between Brothers in the faith.

It isn’t always just “Praise the Lord and pass the potato salad”.

Doug Blair, Waterloo, ON

Five Rings Blemished

The Winter Olympics. Sochi in the Soviets. Most expensive venue ever…and in a hungry, oppressed federation manipulated by the Mob. Riots, water cannons and death in nearby Ukraine.

Supposedly celebrating the brotherhood of man and the excellence of human conditioning and effort. Controversies about rigged judging, rigged event line-ups. Winning is everything (the silver medalist is a bum).

And what about when it is all over and the gold medalist sits down at age 23 and says “What’s next?”

I must admit that I hold my breath for the Canadian ice dancers, hockey players and curlers. A national thing dontcha know.

But as an international celebration of goodwill it is far, far away from that gathering of tribes ’round the throne in Revelation 5.