"Man's
Mutiny....Complete"
(Riding the Crimson
Tide)
"In the new age of
post-modern pluralism, divinity without sovereignty brings humans without
dignity into an age without responsibility through the exploitation of a god or
goddess of your choice without tragedy." --Thomas Hopko
"Post-modernists following their mentor [Nietzsche] may defend their opacities
as esoteric profundities." --Douglas Groothius
"Madness is really a form of freedom." -Michel Foucault (post-modernist
philosopher)
"The Faustian pact, whose temptation has been instilled in us by the
deployment of sexuality, is as follows: to exchange life in its entirety for sex
itself, for the truth and sovereignty of sex. Sex is worth dying for."
--Michel Foucault
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"....a chatterring fool comes to ruin." -(Proverbs 10: 10b)
"Man's
Mutiny....Complete"
(Riding the Crimson Tide)
The wind of lofty Human
Reason
Has blown us into narrow straits.
Charles Darwin lost the rudder,
Though Sigmund Freud still navigates!
Fred Nietzsche's in the crow's nest,
Watching out for solid ground.
We hope to hear him crying "Land Ho!"
But, so far...there's not a sound.
Shelby Spong misplaced The Anchor,
Then crushed The Compass with his feet.
Now we find we're in the Doldrums....
Post-Modern Mutiny....
Complete.
Someone said we had The Map once,
But I'm afraid that it was lost.
Now we're drifting in these circles....
On every faithless wave we're tossed.
Mr. Foucault's in the galley,
Cooking up new maps to use...
His assistant, Jacques Derrida's
Helping out.....
But he's confused!
The fog is thick and getting thicker,
Like pea soup it seems to me....
If there's a North Star somewhere up there,
Exactly where's a mystery.
In our wake there....See the bodies?
Tiny corpses...Crimson Tide.
N.O.W. we'd like you to ignore them...
(But fifty million's hard to hide!)
Fashion Currents have convinced us,
That it's OK to dump them here...
To sink below the murky surface,
Leaving Conscience crystal clear.
Don't you see....?
Without a Compass,
Or a map to show The Way...
Without a North Star now to guide us...
What's Right or Wrong?....
Man, Who's to say?
So raise the flag...
The Skull 'n' Cross Bones,
High above this bloody deck.
Some might say that it's unholy...
But we say, "Man!".....
"Hey, what the heck!?"
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Lord, the water that You walked on,
To proclaim your Deity,
Now drowns out silent screaming,
And Sin's immorality.
We're fatigued...
We're stained
We're bloody...
If we're honest, we'll confess.
Lord, have mercy please upon us.
Wash away this crimson mess..
Father, please forgive our tresspass...
These little ones tossed overboard.
Help us see fourth watch Salvation.
Across the water....
Christ, the Lord.
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"There is a kind of scientific or intellectual fatigue setting in. Instead of
the search for truth that characterized modernism, we are in the era of
post-modernism where reality is fluid and truth depends entirely on the
beholder." --Harold OJ Brown
"During the fourth watch of the night Jesus went out to them, walking on
the lake. When the disciples saw him walking on the lake, they were terrified.
'It's a ghost,' they said, and cried out in fear.
"But Jesus immediately said to them: 'Take courage! It is I. Don't be
afraid.' " (Matthew 14: 25-27)
"Jesus answered, 'I am the way and the truth and the life. No one comes to
the Father except through me.' " (John 14:6)
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