All I could think was, "Run Forrest! Run!"
He handled himself, as well as could be expected, under the estrogen rich circumstances.
When people are itching to get your view on something, they don't care how irrelevant or inappropriate their questions are.
The objective is to see how closely your view mirrors theirs.
I wonder why people put themselves in situations where they are clearly not welcome, respected, nor taken seriously.
Is publicity of ANY kind really worth it?
Every seemingly great opportunity isn't designed to elevate you.
Some are intentionally designed to leave you appearing foolish.
Don't bite.
Don't be surprised when the theme of the party changes as soon as you arrive.
Don't be surprised when the theme of the party changes as soon as you arrive.
Sometimes it's not an invitation, but a SET UP.
Sometimes you're not asked questions purely for information's sake. There's a hope that you'll successfully put your foot in your mouth--maybe BOTH of them.
Sometimes you're not asked questions purely for information's sake. There's a hope that you'll successfully put your foot in your mouth--maybe BOTH of them.
When people seek to back you into a corner to amuse themselves, or gain support for their opinion, stick to your guns.
Don't bend.
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NEW SLAVERY
11/13/2010
They lower their eyes
When their master walks by
Jump and clap when he enters the room
When the master says, "Come"
They take off and run
For fear master will lower the boom
They'll forget the needs
Of their own families
Their own households are going without
Their last dime they will give
'Til they've nowhere to live
But secure, is their master's big house
It's misplaced loyalty
That is so hard to see
Especially among thinking men
How a People oppressed
Could now be in this mess
Except this time
"The boss" looks like them
Under guise of religion
With Bible to back it
A new slave has been born; a new work
Now the gullible think
That the church-work they do
Now eclipses the work of The Church
They are now washing cars
And laying out clothes
And driving, and cooking, and washing
They are grocery shopping
Sweeping and mopping
Repairing, and yard work, and ironing
They are standing on guard
Wiping sweaty brows
Tying shoes, fixing ties, pouring water
And the master's bad kids get more face time from them
Than their own neglected sons and daughters
It's one thing to say, "I appreciate"
It's another to spend one's whole life
Thinking it is okay
To be a new slave
With two masters
Which one does one hate?
From the mouth of the slave
One won't hear, "God said___"
It's always what master says do
If they'd ever just once
Crack a Bible and read it
Their freedom they'd surely pursue
But, until then
In houses 'cross the land
The new slave can be found near and far
If they'd do a bit more
Dance and shuffle galore
Perhaps they, too, might get a new car--
Or a house, or a boat, or a plane
Or more money, more jewelry
A husband or wife
Or just their name mentioned
A little a attention
From the master would be very nice
When you enter a house
You know whose it is
No matter whose name's on the door
And today, shrines to men
Masquerading as churches of God
Are like never before
Service is one thing
Slavery's another
Has the need to be revered gone too far?
Perhaps it's time to recall
God's no respecter of persons
But, we certainly are
Are there new slave masters
That some might call "Pastor"
"Apostle", or "Bishop" or "Elder"?
How will you know?
Just watch how things flow
The next time you see one
If seldom
Will there ever be
Less than twenty-three
Grinning, groveling, and bowing sheeple
Acting as if they forgot
They're supposed to be fed
And worshiping Jesus--not people,
Then you've found the plantation
That looks like a church
Get your keys, coat, and Bible, and run!
Search 'til you find a place
Where Jesus is praised
'Cause a slave is a slave
There just ain't no two ways
And slavery ain't never been fun.
Search 'till shackles are gone
And imposed binds are loosed
Know-- not all leaders oppress
Some do lead
And never, ever forget
The Son has set you free
And, forever, you are free indeed
That God is your portion
He is your provider
It is upon Him you depend
It is Him, and Him alone
That you serve
Perhaps you forgot that
But, never again.
***********************************
NEW SLAVERY
11/13/2010
They lower their eyes
When their master walks by
Jump and clap when he enters the room
When the master says, "Come"
They take off and run
For fear master will lower the boom
They'll forget the needs
Of their own families
Their own households are going without
Their last dime they will give
'Til they've nowhere to live
But secure, is their master's big house
It's misplaced loyalty
That is so hard to see
Especially among thinking men
How a People oppressed
Could now be in this mess
Except this time
"The boss" looks like them
Under guise of religion
With Bible to back it
A new slave has been born; a new work
Now the gullible think
That the church-work they do
Now eclipses the work of The Church
They are now washing cars
And laying out clothes
And driving, and cooking, and washing
They are grocery shopping
Sweeping and mopping
Repairing, and yard work, and ironing
They are standing on guard
Wiping sweaty brows
Tying shoes, fixing ties, pouring water
And the master's bad kids get more face time from them
Than their own neglected sons and daughters
It's one thing to say, "I appreciate"
It's another to spend one's whole life
Thinking it is okay
To be a new slave
With two masters
Which one does one hate?
From the mouth of the slave
One won't hear, "God said___"
It's always what master says do
If they'd ever just once
Crack a Bible and read it
Their freedom they'd surely pursue
But, until then
In houses 'cross the land
The new slave can be found near and far
If they'd do a bit more
Dance and shuffle galore
Perhaps they, too, might get a new car--
Or a house, or a boat, or a plane
Or more money, more jewelry
A husband or wife
Or just their name mentioned
A little a attention
From the master would be very nice
When you enter a house
You know whose it is
No matter whose name's on the door
And today, shrines to men
Masquerading as churches of God
Are like never before
Service is one thing
Slavery's another
Has the need to be revered gone too far?
Perhaps it's time to recall
God's no respecter of persons
But, we certainly are
Are there new slave masters
That some might call "Pastor"
"Apostle", or "Bishop" or "Elder"?
How will you know?
Just watch how things flow
The next time you see one
If seldom
Will there ever be
Less than twenty-three
Grinning, groveling, and bowing sheeple
Acting as if they forgot
They're supposed to be fed
And worshiping Jesus--not people,
Then you've found the plantation
That looks like a church
Get your keys, coat, and Bible, and run!
Search 'til you find a place
Where Jesus is praised
'Cause a slave is a slave
There just ain't no two ways
And slavery ain't never been fun.
Search 'till shackles are gone
And imposed binds are loosed
Know-- not all leaders oppress
Some do lead
And never, ever forget
The Son has set you free
And, forever, you are free indeed
That God is your portion
He is your provider
It is upon Him you depend
It is Him, and Him alone
That you serve
Perhaps you forgot that
But, never again.
VRWc2010
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