The Ultimate Choice of Options

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The topic freedom of choice has been widely debated throughout the course of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. It is the presentation of options that is crucial in the debate. What options should or should not be allowed? Whose moral standards should dictate the options. By what authority should the standard of options be based? There are only two realistic choices: good or evil. That is the duality of understanding.

Our constitution was designed to guarantee certain freedoms and institute a limited government to protect them. When that government denies options and limits choice, is there loyalty to the constitution? Should a new declaration be instituted? Our forefathers freed us from an oppressive king, but a just and merciful King will soon make His own declaration on this world. It will be a “Reset”, not by the hands of man, but the Kings of Kings!

In 1980, I wrote a poem for a creative writing class while in junior college living near San Francisco. I only got a “C” on the assignment. I’ve kept a copy all these years. It seems to apply more to today’s current situation, as it seemingly did then. The following is my “Sonnet 1980”. Nothing has not changed much since then, except technoglogy, but sociology remains pretty much the same, only intensified by psychology. Oh yea! There is that other ___ology word, the philosophy of religion – theology. (Col. 2:8)

“Sonnet 1980”

Minds all too distant – the leaders of the land,

Dissatisfaction! – Truth! Mislead masses demand.

Old clocks ticking – yet times remain the same.

Many fingers pointing – no one takes the blame,

The people crying – tears of distress so pure,

Great hunger and thrust – none see the cure.

Many eyes seeking – someone from the clan,

The forest’s desire – a strong oak in the land.

Same sex unions – men’s hand upon the hip,

Preachers love preaching – reputations they rip.

Children taken away – authority just and fair,

Hearts of mothers broken – so few really care.

Deceitful seekers seeking – a profitable plan,

Man’s dream of Utopia – so far from hand.

Man is an intelligent form of matter, and all matter is the dividend of energy by light’s expression. Likewise, energy and light must also be intelligent, and their supremacy is unquestionable since they can make and change inorganic matter into organic matter. I understood this when I found the mistranslation in Psalm 8:5. The Hebrew word translated angels is Elohiym, and the only place in the entire Bible. Elsewhere, it is translated God, and angels is translated from mal׳ak.

 “Oh Lord our Lord, how excellent is thy name in all the earth, who hast set thy glory above the heavens! When I consider thy heavens, and the work of thy fingers, the moon and the stars, which thou hast ordained; what is man, that thou art mindful of him? And the son of man, that thou visitest him? For thou hast made him a little lower than God, and hast crowned him with glory and honor. Lord, what is man, that thou takest knowledge of him! Or the son of man, that thou makest account of him! Man is like to vanity: his days are as a shadow that passeth away. To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven: A time to be born, and a time to die, a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted; A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up; A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance; A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing; A time to get, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away; A time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak; A time to love, and a time to hate; a time to war, and a time of peace. HEAR, ye children, the instruction of THE FATHER, and attend to know understanding. For I give you good doctrine, forsake ye not my law.”

(Psalm 8:1, 3-6; 144:3-4, Eccl. 3:1-8, Proverbs 4:1-2)

Sweet Pastures

The Scripture of Truth is like a beautiful pasture of plush green grass, and many sheep flocked to it to graze, but the taste was a little bitter. So, the sheep looked for shepherds who would sweeten the taste, and when the sheep grazed upon the flavored grass, the taste was not yet sweet enough. So, the shepherds sprayed the grass with a sweeter flavor, but the sheep were still not satisfied. Some other shepherds said to the sheep, “Try this other pasture, it is greener and sweeter.” So, the sheep followed those shepherds, and began to graze in the other pasture, and it was very sweet grass. The sheep grazed and grazed until they became very fat and lazy, and the shepherds were also made fat by the gratitude of the sheep.

Then the Head Shepherd returned for his flock and found his true pasture almost empty. So, he asked the shepherds there, “Where are my sheep? There were once many, now there are so few.” Then the shepherds of the true pasture said, “They have found a greener and sweeter pasture.” Then the Head Shepherd asked, “Were you so lazy to not call out unto them and bring any of them back?”

So, the Head Shepherd went to the other pasture and asked those shepherds, “What is this thing that you have done to my sheep, for I left them in my holy pasture?” Then, those other shepherds, trying to defend themselves, said, “It was the sheep! They wanted the sweeter grass, so we only did that which the sheep had asked.”

Then the Head Shepherd stood between the two pastures and shouted, “Woe to the idol shepherds that leaveth the flock! The sword shall be upon his arm, and upon his right eye: his arm shall be clean dried up, and his right eye shall be utterly darkened. Woe to the shepherds of the flocks that do feed themselves! Should not those shepherds have feed the flocks?”

Then the fat and lazy shepherds asked, “How were we to know you would come by the old pasture first?” Then the Head Shepherd replied, “Did I not send you watchmen sounding the alarm to return to my holy pasture and have patience in my testimony?”

Then all those shepherds cried, “Yes, but we thought he was just a crazy old fool blowing on an old Jewish horn!”


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