1/31/2010
How Shall We Be?
By Robert Winkler Burke
Of inthatdayteachings.com
Copyright 1/31/10
The unexamined life is not worth living,
Yet unexamined church is worth giving?
And, what good tomes would be on the ideal “five-foot shelf”?
Yet five feet of televangelist books are oft great-thought bereft!
We must give life and thought and religion a knowing look,
But ministries imply he who would inspect them is a kook!
Unknown things are a fertile field for those who would deceive and dupe us,
Montaigne spoke of In That Day when insight of more quick comes upon us!
Comparative religion studies Hindu, Muslim, Judeo-Christian religions,
No one is to compare whacky, slacky broadcast Christian shenanigans?
The arborist digs at the gnarled trunk and tangled roots,
To learn why the fair apple blossom has ruined shoots.
One hundred years ago, things began to be made in streamline,
Now, the world is greatly enslaving souls, yet hidden sublime!
A word or classic work fitly spoken is of gold,
Every age has its prophets who don’t grow old.
Their master spirits embalmed in great work lasting beyond life,
I give you mine In That Day to see covert wrong and clear right.
Fear, greed and slouch are fundamental elements of the soul,
Sold by fey ministries, hidden, that the gullible: quick enroll.
The mystery of Christ is His now indwelling,
And honoring the imbued the world is felling.
Pride in religion cannot honor that,
The non-indwelt won’t eat their hat.
They hate In That Day and all who explain more about it,
When the truthful see lies, despite how liars coyly laud it.
Has this work been a successful expression?
Has it been God-imbued or a sinful mission?
I then ask, Haven’t you seen such things and felt this way?
Or shall we be desolate, duped and deceived In That Day?
Joshua wrote four times: Be strong and of a good courage,
That’s what it will take, beloved, in this In That Day age!
Despite tribulation, nothing’s better than God within,
In pain, in suffering, in joy: love without, love in Him.
Have faith, you are not crazy if you see,
In That Day that is what it takes to be.
What is In That Day?
The God in you way.
Man in God, God in man, (Except the blighted!)
That now we understand. (They can’t be righted!)
Hallelujah, hallelujah, hip-hip hurray!
Surprised all indwelt of God are: In That Day!
Slaying in the Spirit (of Dark Art Pride)
By Robert Winkler Burke
Of inthatdayteachings.com
Copyright 1/29/10
As an instructor for one year,
In Russian Martial Art,
We take each other down oft,
Gently our power impart.
To take a person down,
Tilt their head back,
Or push hands back and ‘round,
They’re down like that!
Standing shoulder-to-shoulder,
Gets people’s feet together,
Perhaps catchers hold backs low,
Fulcrum’s set! Touch feather.
Just a feather’s touch,
Is all you need,
Heels together tight,
Energy: feed!
Say, Touch! Or Fire! Or,
Just blow hard your breath,
Down goes the person,
Not: mysterious!
So it’s not really so mysterious,
To me, a martial art man,
But unexplained in church: it’s rude,
An ugly shenanigan.
Do church folk honestly,
Take down each other?
Well no, they do not,
Shepherds keep cover.
The master shepherd slayer,
Pushes ‘em all down,
Energy player he,
Never reverse found!
So In That Day,
Martial artists can explain to sheep,
Shepherd slayers,
Need to teach sheep this soft-energy feat.
It is not hard really,
To knock us bipeds off-balance, (Even without touch!)
What’s hard, In That Day is,
Pride to drink humble chalice. (That’s asking too much!)
The goal in Russian martial Art,
Is to do permanent damage to one’s own ego!
Not the goal of broadcast shepherds,
They keep arts dark and sheep blind: that power and cash flow!
Oh conning, slaying shepherds,
Teach your sheep the simple take-down martial art,
Heels together, head-arms back,
Our soft-energy is easy, not magic, to impart.
Intelligence and maturity of man,
Will keep growing despite devolved church In That Day,
Martial art teaches the soft-touch takedown,
Is man’s unseen energy, not a mysterious revival way.
Then again, man’s unseen energy,
Is evidence of God-indwelling weak or strong,
So mark the measure high, low or hot,
Sheep and shepherd can be sold short or bought long.
What I am saying of slaying,
In the spirit of true revival,
It can be God or not! So teach,
Sheep both ways: to recognize all!
The Circular Firing Squad is Over
By Robert Winkler Burke
Of inthatdayteachings.com
Copyright 1/28/10
Oh, leaders of leaders,
In broadcast Christianity,
Stop firing on yourselves!
It is highest insanity.
Yes, you are frustrated,
In heaven, it is known!
Without true insight,
No fruit: from what’s sown!
So each archetype,
Finds fault with the other,
Enlisting recruits,
To fire on his brother.
Come to truth, come to repentance,
Come to sanity,
Admit faults, admit error,
Embrace verity.
One archetype loves greed,
And sells indulgences,
They deny it and lie,
And build high defenses!
Another archetype loves fear,
And faux intelligence,
Dry-bones, dead whisperers,
Repetition: their offence.
Last archetype loves emotion,
And jabberwocky whatever,
Anything for a fake thrill,
Shenanigans hide and cover.
These are endless loops of lunacy,
Circular mis-reason firing away,
Circular firing squads of false-Christians,
Having their fake, faux, feckless, fey way.
Until seers see sanity,
Hip, hip hurray!
Until more understand,
In That Day!
Leaders of leaders must, in fact,
Pioneer this!
They were born for such a time,
But they’re remiss!
They point to the oppressed Christians in China,
Busy being oppressed,
And see nothing to pioneer in leadership,
Leaving truth un-guessed!
So wake up, leaders of leaders,
Your time is short!
Worship God in spirit and truth,
Or you’ll abort!
Return to some orthodoxy,
Losing fear, greed and weakness emotion!
Your strength shall return! And courage!
Worshipping weakness has been your potion.
What is greed, but idiocy and death?
What is fear, but idiocy and death?
What is faux-intelligence, but idiocy and death?
What is weak-emotion, but idiocy and death?
What is prophetic jabberwocky, but idiocy and death?
What is idiocy and death, but idiocy and death?
Oh leaders of leaders,
You read In That Day writings in shock,
Who else loves you enough,
To: with love, punch out your broken clock?
You, like a stuck clock,
Right only: two times a day,
The charade: over,
In light: see truth’s right way!
Be intelligent, repent in truth,
Show sheep all shenanigan entrapments,
Weep, wail, howl! And God will forgive,
Make all spirit and truth enhancements!
You will discover your praise music,
Will stop: hypnotic repetition,
Low voices will return, sans nasal-whine,
Full power songs, classic creation!
Full-powered stories and parables,
Will return!
Deeper mysteries from the Bible’s stories,
Will hearts burn!
I see this all, and more,
As a seer ahead of the leaders of leaders,
But who will have faith when,
Jesus returns, imbued, to rebuke sheep feeders?
In That Day,
Leaders of leaders think: they pay no price!
If they don’t,
Humble themselves, Christ’s body stays: on ice!
Weep, wail, howl,
In That Day!
Nothing else,
To say.
But that humble pie is now yours,
Free for the taking,
And orthodox soap to wash out,
Hell you’ve been making.
Humble pie,
And orthodox soap,
In That Day,
Your only hope.
What Shall Revival Be?
By Robert Winkler Burke
Of inthatdayteachings.com
Copyright 1/27/10
Shall revival be,
Ignorance on parade?
Or was man by God,
For better purpose made?
Shall revival be,
Shouting – pause, shouting – pause, SHOUTING?
Or shall preachers tell,
Of hypnotism’s outing?
Shall revival be,
Left – right pendulum-walking?
Or shall preachers tell,
Like wolves to sheep: they were stalking?
Shall revival be,
An endless, creative stream of demagoguery?
Or shall preachers teach,
Erudition’s ability: to truly see?
Shall revival be,
Multi-syllable only with the name of Guh-Aw-Ud-Dah?
Or shall preachers teach,
Mutual dedication to self-control: we laud?
Shall revival be,
Precursor to hidden, social slavery?
Or shall preachers teach,
How to avoid the conman’s knavery?
Is God,
Or is He not intelligent?
Is man,
Of revival: devolution-sent?
Then, does stupid,
Follow the stupid-taught?
And, must man think,
Revival has no thought?
Man in Seventeen Seventy-Six,
Was revived with a Declaration of Liberty!
Thoughtful men back then made it,
Such erudition we need now: to set us free!
Shall revival be,
Ten-finger pointing, yell-some witchcraft?
Or shall preachers vow,
To orthodoxy and intelligence: stand fast!
Shall revival then be,
Embarrassingly stupid?
Or shall preachers admit,
Satan has been their cupid?
Shall revival be,
When preachers weep, wail and howl?
Confessing charms,
And witchcraft have been their all-and-all?
What shall,
Revival be?
In That Day,
We shall see!
The Critics Who Saw Too Little
By Robert Winkler Burke
Of inthatdayteachings.com
Copyright 1/25/10
Once a group of critics,
Saw their leaders making mistakes,
On their leaders’ jet planes,
Snow chains on wheels made lots of breaks!
Oh leaders, said the critics,
Remove snow chains from your jet wheels!
And your jets won’t crash so much!
That’s how a seeing critic feels!
But in this crazy desert land,
The critics saw only a little ways,
On each critic’s car were four chains,
Desert snow chains were the modern craze!
Critics, first get rid of snow chains,
On each desert car!
Then tell leaders to do the same,
Then all will see far!
Thus today’s critics of broadcast Christianity,
See only a little ways,
Critics love their rapture fear, prosper greed,
And slouch-monger daze.
Their leaders keep crashing,
That’s obvious to all,
But they won’t admit that,
Lies at root cause each fall.
The fall of modern broadcast Christianity,
Is whorish pursuit of trollop doxie,
Cheap critics prefer to play smash-the-mole,
Rather than identify false gods in proxy.
Rapture is a lie from hell,
For it fills people with fear!
Give-to-get creates greed,
And slouch won’t draw God near!
That’s why a true prophet,
Says weep, wail, howl,
False ones want revival,
With demons fowl!
Near-sighted critics,
With fear, greed and slouch within,
Reject discipline,
Repentance and true seeing.
Oh shepherds, beware!
Discernment and intelligence is rising,
Spirits of: you care!
Sheep shall surpass your low surmising.
All shall see when you speak of rapture,
You bring into the assembly: great fear!
When prosperity: great evil greed,
And of slouch: dissipation’s rude gear.
And all shall see shenanigans,
The thousands of speaker’s tricks to blind,
Shepherds of ease! Oh shepherds!
In stupor you’re about to be left behind!
Yes, you see leaders,
Leaders in trouble,
But wrong doctrine,
Is the bad bubble.
Pop it!
It will splat!
Stop it!
In Day That!
The Newly Un-latent’s Unchecked Besmirching
By Robert Winkler Burke
Of inthatdayteachings.com
Copyright 1/24/10
The next dimension,
Is honor to another,
Down the road further,
Further than his brother.
Now, some leaders have awakened,
To the colossal Christian ships now sinking!
But honor they can’t give,
Rescuers long-prepared for this hour’s stinking.
So, our newly not-latent leaders,
Look askance at them going afore,
And call them: just one more bad,
Whore!
You newly un-latent dummies,
Wake up and see!
In That Day Teachings explain much!
See more humbly.
By rejecting the greater,
With the lesser,
You miss the point of honor,
As besmirch’er.
Give honor,
To whom honor is due,
And you might,
Be more God-imbued!
Then, the newly un-latent might still,
Love rapture’s fear, prosper’s greed and weakness slouch!
And still not see that taken to the max,
It’s what hurts the top leaders. So arise, get off stupor couch!
Lonesome Indwelling
By Robert Winkler Burke
Of inthatdayteachings.com
Copyright 1/20/10
The world is strongly bifurcated,
As seen with eyes to see,
Each world pressing against the other,
Eternal fight: Who’s free?
How quick can we be deceived,
Is it fast and easy?
Or does it take a whole lot,
Before giving up queasy?
Or will we go to hell,
Never saying die!
Even there, dead, we can’t,
Say the foul lie.
What is the foul lie,
They want us to make?
Disbelieve true good,
That’s the lie to take!
Take true good and,
Then disbelieve that,
Make fake good it, and,
To faux heaven, take that!
Take the damn lies,
And self-deception,
That made earth hell,
To faux heaven’s reception?
As for me and my house,
And we ain’t what you would call much,
We believe in God’s good,
Come true heaven’s or true hell’s touch!
I can’t brag about it,
It’s just who I am,
I can’t much help it,
I give God the blame.
The pay has been somewhat,
Lousy in the carnal,
We’ll know more, surely,
In the eternal.
But Jesus was right,
The further you go down His road,
He makes light and bright,
Greater wisdom’s heavy, dark load!
No, God’s ever-present,
Presence and high indwelling,
Isn’t all kicks and giggles,
Ax to roots and trees felling!
And just when you think,
This, I can no longer take!
Some parts of heaven,
Come quick! Like a birthday cake.
Then, again,
Back to the grind!
Can’t give up,
More God to find!
Then make a simple poem,
Pedantic, seemingly inane,
Simple enough to grasp,
Some ethereal, most-high gain!
This, again,
Is what happens In That Day,
Critics be danged!
What do they know anyway?
Eagle Feathers and Ground Huggers
By Robert Winkler Burke
Of inthatdayteachings.com
Copyright 1/19/10
Comes now: eagles and feathers,
O’er fixated ground huggers,
The twain introduced In That Day!
Strong warnings have been made,
Great ground has been laid,
But ignored by the myopic, hypnotic parade!
So, is religion knight errantry?
Or unmentionable chicanery?
Most of it: an unspoken charade?
Clock is now ticking,
Cease all bickering!
The picture’s been made!
Intelligence is rising,
No more compromising,
Truth shall kill or remake!
In That Day is fully explained,
Exposing lies normally maintained,
God shall again over our hearts reign!
Weep, wail and howl,
Take the sock on the jowl,
In That Day ameliorates the fowl!
Like a thousand-piece puzzle,
The bark fits the muzzle,
All reconciles In That Day.
Who would have thought?
A new thing has been brought!
Ancient paths restored, hurray!
Ascend, sovereign souls!
Or default sovereign ghouls!
That’s it, what it is: In That Day!
Blind Preachers Yawn, Seraphim Shout
By Robert Winkler Burke
Of inthatdayteachings.com
Copyright 1/18/10
What if God wanted change,
But his broadcasters feared it?
What if God wanted change,
And His shepherds wouldn’t hear it?
But God’s truth and change,
Would still come anyway!
That truth and that change,
Would be spoken, yea!
First, God speaks truth and change,
In a prophet’s mouth,
Inevitably it must,
Thru God, come about!
Has not this happened,
With In That Day Teachings website?
Great truths first spoken,
All as a prayer God times right!
The fervent prayer of a righteous man,
Availeth much,
Perhaps: all these poems of In That Day,
Availeth much!
We must fear our God,
Who is still alive!
And His alive: will,
That still can fight!
Shall we mock this work?
Not wise: In That Day,
Or shall we honor it?
Well, hurray! Hurray!
Be wise, be cautioned, be aware,
With each In That Day poem that goes out,
Heaven’s power might be unleashed!
Blind preachers yawn, but seraphim shout!
The Saga of Four Long-Haul-Truck Preachers
By Robert Winkler Burke
Of inthatdayteachings.com
Copyright 1/17/10
Once four great Trucker-Preachers died,
And went to heaven’s gates,
Each to tell their long-haul story,
And prove their godly fates!
Each was the best of their preaching style,
No one better at what each did!
On Interstate 666 Truck Stop,
Where truckers ate and fueled up big!
The Prosperity Preacher said,
Well, I got the titles to one-billion trucks!
After hearing me preach real good,
Drivers gave me all, to wait for God’s best bucks!
They ended up on nearby Prosper Peak,
So high on my preaching, don’t you know!
Most of them: homeless, the others died off,
Jumping into Prosper Trench, which is low!
The Rapture Preacher then spoke up,
I got one-billion to park their trucks!
After hearing me preach so well,
That’s how good I was! I say: gosh-shucks!
Drivers went to nearby,
Wait-in-the-Fog-Bog Park,
But Jesus never came!
Still: Admire my art!
The Slouch Preacher said,
It’s my turn!
Here’s the big rewards,
I did earn!
I preached: Eternal Security,
And: God-loves-you-no-matter-what!
I disabled one-billion,
Otherwise perfectly useful trucks!
Drivers ended up in homeless tent-shelters,
At nearby Worship Weakness Lake,
They sang such wispy, self-debilitating,
Nonsense: unaware of mistake!
The Indwelling Preacher then spoke,
He said, What can I say?
I didn’t accomplish much: it,
Being late In That Day!
I cleaned truckers’ headlights and windshields,
And taught them: to watch out for those preachers three!
Who will suck the soul out of your own life,
And will brazenly tell you: that’s how to be!
I filled their truck tires with air,
For drivers to be safe!
That they make their destination,
And never be too late!
I filled their tanks and bellies,
With fuel and hearty, wholesome food!
And congratulated them all,
On doing a tough job: quite good!
I took them down the Truckee River,
Baptized them and taught them to fish!
And helped them rest on the peaceful banks,
That’s how I felt: Jesus in me wished!
In general, I tried to creatively,
Clean up their act!
Such that when they left, well, Jesus,
In next seat sat!
That’s all I did,
With all that were then willing!
But woe is me,
I only helped: one-million!
Not a billion or three,
Like these other famous preacher archetype-kind!
Send me back to earth now!
Who’ll help the lost of earth: poor-taught and left behind?
Saint Peter said, You left one-million behind,
That will do!
Come in and pray! And they will undo three-billion,
Misconstrued!
So, have the faith of a diesel motor,
Purring at idle or roaring full throttle!
For God has allowed these church deceptions,
Indwelling shall prove itself: best model!
For lie-fed, blinded souls everywhere are sold,
Disabled or parked!
While just a few full-indwelt of God are now,
Earth to heaven arched!
Beware, then, preaching and teaching,
Of those global broadcasts by satellite,
Oft they’re blind deceivers reaching,
For much that’s wrong and little right!
For a complete-occupied man of indwelling,
Is great to behold, if you can!
Full apologists for prosper, rapture or slouch,
Are oft useless to God and man!
You see, reducing to absurdity,
Finds the clarity,
It’s Western Enlightenment’s,
Path of verity.
Maxed-out prosper, rapture, slouch preacher,
Sold out souls,
Can no longer be indwelt of God, they’ve,
Reversed roles.
Such Christ promoters,
End up in transposed heist,
Antipode indwelt,
Christ not, but antichrist.
This can’t be true? Too shocking,
And too hard! this profound revelation?
Look then, at each preacher type!
Only the indwelt one: brings God’s nation!
It’s simple, yet quite hard,
Now: In That Day,
Is Jesus full-indwelt?
That’s the best way!
What’s Unguessed Shall Remain?
By Robert Winkler Burke
Of inthatdayteachings.com
Copyright 1/11/10
Shall problems with broadcast Christianity,
Remain unguessed, unspoken,
Or shall chastisement and rebuke be received,
Intelligence up, awoken!
Nay, it’s too recondite,
These In That Day Teachings,
Too orthodox and wise,
Ruinous, runic, orphic reachings!
Shall all fields of endeavor,
Greatly rise In That Day,
Except rigid religion,
Stuck in ossified way?
Nay, unspoken fear from rapture doxie,
Unspoken greed from prosper moxie,
And unspoken slouch from weakness foxy,
Shall be the broadcast god of proxy!
How unspoken, how unguessed,
Are these kings with no clothes?
How long sheep not to know,
Wolf and shepherd swapped roles?
Hush that cogency!
Close your wide angle view!
Big guns we’ll now use,
Prophet: We say, Not you!
Though you can buy four-hundred,
To agree with all unguessed,
You cannot buy lies and stay,
What you want, to be: God blessed.
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