I have placed a link below to a blog that I find quite interesting and revealing. It is about young people and their shift from "PowerPoint" churches to sacramental- and liturgically-centered churches.
Institute on Religion & Democracy's Blog
Woody Norman expresses his opinions on this blog. Many of the posts are written in verse.
Saturday, August 1, 2015
Thursday, July 30, 2015
Watch for Signs
Watch for Signs
“In 18 months I’m turning over the keys.”
A legitimate successor to him might not qualify.
Perhaps the chief thinks himself free
The Constitutional succession mandate to mollify.
What is his mind’s detection?
What really is he thinking?
Should he think the “wrong” person win election,
An executive order for his continuance could be his linking.
The signs of the times require watching,
For progressive power never wants to relinquish
Its ubiquitous control without botching
Individual freedoms to extinguish.
One day later a third-term he muses
To foreign masses who don’t care.
Patting himself on the back he chooses
Another constitutional brush he might dare.
Be on guard and prepare, you domestic "subjects."
Your freedoms already usurped.
Ruled six years by ideological sects,
Washington, Jefferson, and Henry silenced by left-loud
chirps.
Which branch of the tree is now most reviled?
Nine split needing only five?
Their “subjects” they ignore, with law they beguile,
Or the impotent house and one hundred incapable to revive?
There was a countdown
In the “Seven Days in May.”
James Mattoon Scott forced to mount down.
For the twenty January days in 2017, a new order could be
in play.
Monday, July 27, 2015
There’s Nothing Wrong with “Me”
There’s Nothing Wrong with “Me”
There’s really
nothing wrong with “me.”
Instead they use my
cousin, “I”
“Please contact Jane
or I today”
There is one
truth we all should face,
This poem was composed by English Professor and novelist J.N. Sullivan.
Theologia Ecclesia Corruptionem
Theologia Ecclesia Corruptionem
They met in a hot summer’s fortnight
Beneath the Wasatch peak
Constructing a self-serving foresight
Enlightened solely by political thought and speak.
Tossed the tradition of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob,
Not to mention that of David and Jesus,
Their new religion now makeup
To them “An easier gospel to please us.”
As was to the ecclesia in Galatia,
But not astonished at their post-modern desertion,
Worshiping not Him but Crustacea,
A new gospel is the zeitgeist’s insertion.
Stunned at your turning to a new gospel,
Incomprehensible that you walked from Grace,
Not that there is another ark in the hostel,
Like Marcion your faith a vacuous space.
From whom do you seek approval
And why is your denial so fervent?
The richness of faith your intended removal,
It is man, not Christ, you are servant.
Sunday, July 26, 2015
New Book "From My Father's House" by J.N. Sullivan
Woody Norman and ARCHDEACON BOOKS announce the publication of a new novel by J.N. Sullivan.
Link to CreateSpace eStore
Link to Amazon
Coming soon in Kindle edition
Link to CreateSpace eStore
Link to Amazon
Coming soon in Kindle edition
Saturday, July 25, 2015
Purchase my Cabaniss biography with a discount
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Wednesday, July 22, 2015
The High Horse
The High
Horse
Berating those who
disagree,
With perceived
self-insight
Of the highest
degree,
Loathes he any opposition
with all might.
When speaking to
followers of the way,
He chastises their
beliefs, of course,
Keeping criticism
of the prophet at bay,
While seated regally
on his own high horse.
“Detruncations and
any violence you should expect.
Your crusades a despicable volition.
It is pass time
for that sect
To play out its
true core and mission.”
Only with inner
municipiorum he sees
Identity with
those the majority he thinks oppresses.
But to prophet he
prays on his knees,
At the way he
explicitly down dresses.
When other varia
are killed or suffer,
When national
protectors downed,
Ignores them he, creating
a buffer,
Not to tilt his anointed
crown.
Redefining lone lupus triumphs,
While hugging the mater
proditionem,
Showing contempt
for traditional roots, he trumps
The nation's heart
and soul with ad hominem.
“I am the new way
of thinking,
My purpose to cleanse
the nation.
Purging history,
and it linking
To radical and complete
transformation.”
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