A Sacramental Yearning that Millennials Are Craving

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.

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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.

There’s Nothing Wrong with “Me”

There’s Nothing Wrong with “Me”

There’s really nothing wrong with “me.”

And frankly it’s just sad

The way some people leave “me” out

As if I’m wrong or bad.

Instead they use my cousin, “I”

Where he does not belong.

He’s simply not objective case. My

Goodness, that’s just wrong.

“Please contact Jane or I today”

Is said by more than some.

They’d never say, “Please contact I.”

They’d know that that sounds dumb.

There is one truth we all should face,

One truth we all should see:

For compounds in objective case

There’s nothing wrong with “me”!

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.

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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.”