Peace and love, peace and love. Come listen to me, and ignore the truth. Come and listen to me, as I woo you from the Lord Most High. Peace and love, peace and love is my message, for I will never tell you what you do against the Lord Most High, because I woo you from His presence. Peace and love
Thus says the Lord Most High. I abhor a false prophet, I detest those who would lie to those who are my own, for their own profit.
You prey upon the lazy and fat, and those who lie around, waiting for someone to come by to tickle their ears. You are like the pig that wallows in his own excrement. You who call yourself My child, why do you then act like your true father? For if you were of My loins, you would love your brother, and pray for your enemy, but instead, you gnaw and chew those who are of My loins. You steal from My children, and sell useless lies and words I never put into your mouth.
I detest you, I hate you, who lie in My name.
GS Robison 10/18/11
Tuesday, October 18, 2011
Shepherds of God's flock
Shepherds of God's flock
10/18/11
Thus saith the LORD my God; Feed the flock of the slaughter; Whose possessors slay them, and hold themselves not guilty: and they that sell them say, Blessed be the LORD; for I am rich: and their own shepherds pity them not. For I will no more pity the inhabitants of the land, saith the LORD: but, lo, I will deliver the men every one into his neighbour's hand, and into the hand of his king: and they shall smite the land, and out of their hand I will not deliver them. And I will feed the flock of slaughter, even you, O poor of the flock.
And the LORD said unto me, Take unto thee yet the instruments of a foolish shepherd.
For, lo, I will raise up a shepherd in the land, which shall not visit those that be cut off, neither shall seek the young one, nor heal that that is broken, nor feed that that standeth still: but he shall eat the flesh of the fat, and tear their claws in pieces. Woe to the idol shepherd 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.
Three shepherds also I cut off in one month; and my soul lothed them, and their soul also abhorred me.
From Zechariah 11
GS Robison
10/18/11
Thus saith the LORD my God; Feed the flock of the slaughter; Whose possessors slay them, and hold themselves not guilty: and they that sell them say, Blessed be the LORD; for I am rich: and their own shepherds pity them not. For I will no more pity the inhabitants of the land, saith the LORD: but, lo, I will deliver the men every one into his neighbour's hand, and into the hand of his king: and they shall smite the land, and out of their hand I will not deliver them. And I will feed the flock of slaughter, even you, O poor of the flock.
And the LORD said unto me, Take unto thee yet the instruments of a foolish shepherd.
For, lo, I will raise up a shepherd in the land, which shall not visit those that be cut off, neither shall seek the young one, nor heal that that is broken, nor feed that that standeth still: but he shall eat the flesh of the fat, and tear their claws in pieces. Woe to the idol shepherd 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.
Three shepherds also I cut off in one month; and my soul lothed them, and their soul also abhorred me.
From Zechariah 11
GS Robison
Saturday, April 23, 2011
The Pamphlet
Robert is laying in his dank cell, the odor of old urine heavy in the air. As he tries to get comfortable, the bones of his ribs grind together again, bringing forth a low groan, and sharp intake of air. He finally finds a spot that hurts less than the others to rest against. The sounds of moaning and screaming, making a faint chorus coming through the thick walls.
The twenty five year old man, reaches into the waist band of his pants, and pulls out an old, wrinkled pamphlet. On it’s front cover is a large cross, and the fainted word” Church”. The other words long ago scratched away. He carefully opens the flimsy paper, and just like the cover, most of the typing has been redacted. Names and phone numbers long ago forgotten, and no longer readable. What is left are a few chorus lines, and a couple of verses. His eyes track through the lines, and finding the words that have comforted him for so long, he begins reading John 3:16 For God so loved the world, he gave His only begotten son, that whosoever shall believe on Him shall have everlasting life.. Robert smiles, his lips parched and cracked, the scabs crack open again, from the many beatings. He has only three teeth left, he looks through the lines again, and silently hums the words to “Amazing Grace”.
Hearing footsteps coming down the echoing hall, and the sound of someone being dragged, Robert quickly folds the pamphlet, and slides it between the brick behind him, the heavy iron door rattles, and opens, his brother is shoved into the room, his head bouncing off the concrete floor, and moans. The guard steps over the body, crunching 2 fingers under his boot, and hauls Robert up, his dislocated shoulder making a sickening poping sound, as he is pulled through the door, over the body of his brother Andrew.
The questioner is the same as always, and the questions are always the same. The beatings begin, first the legs, kicking the shins, then the wooden mallet to his already shattered knees. The sharp kick to his enlarged groin, blood spurting from his ruptured testicle. Next a wooden bat to his left side, then the right, as another rib is cracked. He falls unconscious from the brass knuckled thud to his chin.
Andrew crawls over to where his brother had been sitting, carefully pulling out the pamphlet, he too reads between the heavily scared and scratched lines, finding the scripture and chorus. He sits and prays for Robert, then for Larry, the guard that pulls the brothers to and from the questioning room. Lastly he prays for Thomas, the man asking the questions, always the same question.
Where is the church bulletin?
by GS Robison
The twenty five year old man, reaches into the waist band of his pants, and pulls out an old, wrinkled pamphlet. On it’s front cover is a large cross, and the fainted word” Church”. The other words long ago scratched away. He carefully opens the flimsy paper, and just like the cover, most of the typing has been redacted. Names and phone numbers long ago forgotten, and no longer readable. What is left are a few chorus lines, and a couple of verses. His eyes track through the lines, and finding the words that have comforted him for so long, he begins reading John 3:16 For God so loved the world, he gave His only begotten son, that whosoever shall believe on Him shall have everlasting life.. Robert smiles, his lips parched and cracked, the scabs crack open again, from the many beatings. He has only three teeth left, he looks through the lines again, and silently hums the words to “Amazing Grace”.
Hearing footsteps coming down the echoing hall, and the sound of someone being dragged, Robert quickly folds the pamphlet, and slides it between the brick behind him, the heavy iron door rattles, and opens, his brother is shoved into the room, his head bouncing off the concrete floor, and moans. The guard steps over the body, crunching 2 fingers under his boot, and hauls Robert up, his dislocated shoulder making a sickening poping sound, as he is pulled through the door, over the body of his brother Andrew.
The questioner is the same as always, and the questions are always the same. The beatings begin, first the legs, kicking the shins, then the wooden mallet to his already shattered knees. The sharp kick to his enlarged groin, blood spurting from his ruptured testicle. Next a wooden bat to his left side, then the right, as another rib is cracked. He falls unconscious from the brass knuckled thud to his chin.
Andrew crawls over to where his brother had been sitting, carefully pulling out the pamphlet, he too reads between the heavily scared and scratched lines, finding the scripture and chorus. He sits and prays for Robert, then for Larry, the guard that pulls the brothers to and from the questioning room. Lastly he prays for Thomas, the man asking the questions, always the same question.
Where is the church bulletin?
by GS Robison
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