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No Alibi

I feel no alibi, no friend

can understand what grips at my chest

and wads my shirt up in its fist

What bitterness I taste in every gulp of air

that was once free

How the American flag in the breeze

mocks, indicts, condemns me – deep magenta in its shame

How I grieve, nearly loathe the masked wanderers

on our streets and in our stores

How heavy freedom must have become

for them to loose it so easily from their shoulders

and let it fall

Cloaks of history lie rain-soaked under trampling feet

Garlands of past victories hang from every fencepost

unable to take root

so far from the rich soil of culture

Language itself is oxymoronic

Babel all over again

The constant drone of Siric syrupy sweet voices

telling us not to be near human skin

Never to touch, embrace, or feel someone’s breath again

Or see a smile

In this dark addiction to safety

I feel oppressed but

I have no alibi

















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I am back on WordPress because Facebook has become so superficial. People only read about two sentences before they jump to something else. I need to write for thinkers, not perusers.

I prophesied at Shady Grove Church in 1986 that God was going to let America fall by her own designs. I am glad that it did not happen. There’s no one happier than a false prophet, Jonah. Right? I fasted seven days after receiving that word before I delivered it. Not that that validates it, but it shows how serious I took it.

In 2016 the Supreme Court ruled in June that same-sex marriage was a constitutional right. The next Sunday (I think), was a July 4th celebration and our church sang “God Bless America.” I sobbed uncontrollably throughout the whole song.

What will I do now? Is patriotism an indispensable part of me? I wonder if threads of our flag weave their way through my gut, and if tiny white stars get caught in my throat and choke me. If I’m to be flagellated with red stripes.

Americanism is set in me like Portland cement. But I see it draining from this generation’s minds and souls like sand from a leaky paper bag. It’s all over the streets and boots are crunching it rhythmically, unceasingly, carelessly.

Men and women in boots, warring against hope.

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The title is from the poem by Dylan Thomas, about resisting death.
I have gone through many emotions since the Ides of March (shutdown started): anger, sadness, resignation, disgust, fear, hope. But I have come to a few conclusions, which I’d like to share if anyone has the time.
First of all, I believe God has blocked every other way to ensure that we go through the “eye of the needle.” It is a time of divine discipline for our lasting good. God loves us enough to try to keep us from destroying ourselves and one another – and America, the hope for the world. It is crucial that we accept this time of discipline and submit to a loving Father.
Secondly, if we submit to the divine discipline, we can take the necessary measures to save our Republic. If we want national freedoms, we must have personal freedom in our character. We must practice mercy, love, and humility. We can’t turn back to revenge, slander, and selfish pursuits. We have to have a greater vision for who we are, together, as a nation, and contemplate seriously the “united” in United States, and tremble at the alternative.
The prophet Jeremiah said it so well, lamenting Jerusalem’s captivity: “You did not consider your destiny, therefore your fall was great.” (Lamentations 1). We have not yet fallen, only staggered. God, help us to stand!
Thirdly, we must fight against the human tendency to resort to absolute control, and we can only do that if we are self-controlled under God’s control. I once heard it said that if we don’t have renewed spiritual awakening in America, then we won’t be able to have enough police to control society.
The “police” has to be our conscience, our heart, our personal disciplines, common grace, and most of all – the grace of God.
I have to say what I heard in my soul in 2019, and it shook me to my core: If we don’t start washing one another’s feet in this country, we will be wiping up one another’s blood.
“God you are our Father. You love us enough to rebuke and discipline us. Help us to be earnest, and change our ways.” (Rev.3:18)
Thank you for listening!
 -jlh 2020

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Drunken, Fallen

I feel crushed and distressed. Here’s why: America is only the second nation on earth founded by God. Israel is the other. Like Israel (see Jeremiah 13), America was destined for glory, honor, and renown and we have experienced that. Because they rejected God’s laws, God caused them to become drunk. I see that happening to America today. Drunkenness speaks of the loss of reason. Who would have dreamed that Americans would accept homosexual unions as normal, the legalization of marijuana, and welcome assisted-suicide. But it is happening at 100-proof speed. What happens to the drunken? They fall.
I heard a world famous evangelist say that America will not turn back to God. Why not?! If Christians would abstain from the nector of humanistic thought, the cocktail of freedoms-run-amuck, and the brew of socially-acceptable PC, and declare the truth of the Bible unapologetically and unceasingingly and ubiquitously, America would be saved.
America belongs to God based on three agreements:

The legal argument: King James I chartered the document which claimed the New World for the spreading of the gospel ( second provision of the Virginia Charter)

The spiritual argument: Robert Hunt, chaplain of the Jamestown colony, planted a cross at Fort Henry, claiming this land for God and his purposes

The civil argument: The Mayflower Compact, the first civil government laws, established the land as biblically-established and ruled under God

These three historical incidents gave this land, now called the United States of America, to God. We cannot take it away from him without disastrous consequences.


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My eyes were closed

It happened in less than a second

I saw him seated on a white throne  to my right

and above me about three yards away

His hands were on the armrests of the throne

It was so clear that I could see the lines in his knuckles

His hair came down onto his shoulders

and blended in with the chalky hue of the throne

His head was turned slightly toward me and

His eyes were on me

He didn’t move or say a word

But I felt he communicated to me

I immediately knew he had absolute authority

He was kingly

and this image is permanently impressed into my imagination

Jesus Christ the same yesterday, today, and forever

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I see such lack of civility in America today.
I don’t mean Antifa wearing masks and sporting baseball bats, or angry Black Lives Matter mobs, or women wearing pink Unmentionable hats marching on Washington.
I mean the failure of people to be courteous in public, neglecting to ask about your well-being and your family at gatherings, ignoring phone calls and text messages. If it is only the baristas at Starbucks saying “My pleasure” or only customer service representatives saying “Have a good day,” then, folks, we are lost.


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I’ve driven across our country so much lately, and I observe – and worry. The landscape, the cities, the roads and stores haven’t changed. But we’ve all changed. We are wearing black. We are driving black and grey cars. We’ve become severe on the inside. But it is still inside. I fear the cold dark that could spill out.
Only a spiritual renewal can save us. We are holding onto our cultural heritage like a gorilla hanging glass Christmas ornaments. Let the colors of the soul splash onto society: spontaneously praying together from the heart, passionately cherishing others, calling every person a neighbor, and valuing every American as someone who was worth Christ’s sacrifice.

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Palming the Universe

You are beautiful, O God

above all artistry or design

You are décor never before imagined, spendidly alone

You were – before anything else was known

outlasting every thing or being or ideal

More than real, more than alive

beyond any picture or symbol, color,

sound or sight.

You eclipse all light.

Undefined by any wavelength of any extreme

you blow away the spectrum.

You outweigh all gravity

bear up every weight

fill every micron of space

hold all in one place—

palming the universe.


Yet, you painstakingly

watch out for your own, you care,

Aware of our pitiable states and woes

You interpose, intervene

Weaving random strands of broken dreams

into seams of amazing art

You can thread through

the tiniest needle of the most feeble will,

to make new the shreds of lives frayed, hearts torn apart

But that’s not what makes you so loveable:

You wade through our stench

bear up under our crudeness

filter away our hypocrisies

dig through our clay and bedrock mule-headedness—

all with one intent:

to find your divine imprint,

your deposit of treasure,

your aroma of resurrected soul,

to refine, then hold

against your breast and breathe

‘This is mine, all mine.’

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You touch me with the tip of some celestial artist’s brush

The scent of something sweet sits  in the air

You hush me on my lips like wings when fiery angels rush

While tears pool at your feet and drench my hair

I’m dumbstruck like a concert fan who wants an autograph,

You strum my senses, I suppress a sob inside a laugh

Now I’m alone, with an eternity inside a breath

When, suddenly – you’re gone,

I’m left with just a yearning and a lesser fear of death.




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Revelation Four Revisited


I looked, and saw in heaven an open door

I heard a voice – I’d heard once before –

It sounded a piercing trumpet blast

saying “Come up here and learn

what will come to pass.”

Instantly I was in the Spirit

gazing at a throne and Him sitting on it.

More brilliant than a gemstone

of transparent quartz, called jasper

and carnelian, a flesh-tinted jewel with a wax luster.

A radiant emerald-like glow

arcked him like a rainbow

Twenty-four thrones surrounded him

and twenty-four elders sat upon them

in white garments from the neck down,

a gilded crown on each head

From that royal seat lightning flared

Thunder claps split the air.

Facing this throne in heaven

were lampstands, aflame –

Seven of them all told – named for

The seven-fold Spirit of God

Spread before this One was a sea, like glass,

and in the middle of the throne

and encompassing it

four creatures, fully alive,

replete from front to back with eyes

One like a lion, another like a calf

The third – regal – with the face of a man

The last like an eagle with full wingspan

Each of the four living beings

Had three pairs of massive wings

which hosted an army of eyes

They were seraphim, which took no respite

Respected neither day nor night

All the while they cry

“Holy, Most Holy, and Holier still

Is Jehovah Adonai.”

Once the living creatures had given tribute and acclaim

even pageantry to Him who sits in heaven

To the ever-living, enduring One,

The elders got up from their places

Collapsed, faces prone before him

Pressed to the crystalline floor

Before His unrivaled throne

and worshiped Him,

who alone exists in perpetuity, time without end

Then, hurling down their crowns at his feet, said

“You, Lord are solely deserving

of eulogies unending, homage unmatched

and supremacy unchallengeable

For you hand-crafted the entire universe, all this

And by your will and for your exquisite pleasure,

it exists.

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