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by Robert Winkler Burke

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"There are a thousand hacking at the branches of evil to one who is striking at the root." -- Henry D. Thoreau

7/5/09

How to Be Rich, In That Day Style

By Robert Winkler Burke

Of inthatdayteachings.com

Copyright 7/4/09

Wherein a “televangel-elitist” sentence is deconstructed and given proper meaning.

Poor people!              (we’re all poor in some areas!)

believe                         (we all need to believe!)

you could be rich        (we all need to be rich!)

so, give to me              (we all need to give!)

so I get rich                 (WAIT A MINUTE???)

and encourage             (Huh?  What?)

you poor people          (to con others the same way?)

to believe                     (this pleases God?)

anything                      (evil is good?  good is evil?)

is                                  (either I AM indwells us or not!)

possible                       (antichrist enthroned in leaders instead of Christ?)

even                             (there are no fixed rules, only guidelines)

in church                     (better have spiritual eyes to see!)

where riches                (are to worship God in spirit and truth)

can be had                   (by love and forgiveness even beholding leaders in evil!)

by following                (not man, who is oft greatly deceived)

God                             (Whose Trinity needs to manifest in you!)

Who says He               (does what He, not we, want)

comes                          (behold!  With eyes to see Him in others! and in us!)

quickly                        (be ready to be, in Him, quite rich!)

in that day.                  (which is, not for the prideful, but for the humble, NOW!)

When You Pull the Curtain Back

By Robert Winkler Burke

Of inthatdayteachings.com

Copyright 7/3/09

Matthew 23: 37-39; John 4:23; Revelation 3:16

What happens, my friend,

        When you pull the curtain back,

On Christian broadcast,

        And its shenanigans?

You discover wrong about much,

        And right about little,

Which Christ spews out of mouth,

        As lukewarm spittle.

The test is indwelling,

        Not selling,

This they aren’t telling,

        Pride swelling.

Christian broadcast panders,

        To envy and not thinking,

Just believe in something stupid,

        And ego-saccharin drinking.

The fix is what,

        Troubles them most:

Honor the indwelt,

        All empty hosts!

 -  -  -  -  -  -

What makes indwelling work,

      Is true doctrine, true spirit,

When their doctrine’s wrong,

      Those preachers won’t hear it.

The preachers who can’t be corrected,

      Can’t be indwelt,

So they make their persona spirit,

      More urbane svelte.

With NLP mysticism,

      And tyrannical tricksternology,

They dissect their sheep’s souls,

      As students do frogs in biology.

Then, like Dorothy in Oz,

      When we pull the curtain back,

The leaders squeal like pigs,

      This is the Devil’s attack!

No, it’s truth coming,

      To whom it’s due,

So Jesus can come,

      In me and you.

-  -  -  -  -  -

Then, as in religion,

      So also in politics,

Ask, Are our leaders real men?

      Or what’s found on dogs: just ticks.

Our religious leaders,

      Should give us good eyes to see,

And not enslave us,

      Or help other wolves eat free!

Rather than trap us,

      With deceptive wiles,

Explain them to us!

      Stop all wolves’ smiles!

Expunge self-interest,

      And wrong doctrines will die,

Oh, Broadcast Church,

      Much of your truth is lie.

In that day,

      God’s great truths will be known,

When the Church,

      From selfish child has grown.

7/2/09

Regarding the word NATURE:

Name is the Nature – An old country saying says, “Don’t give a dog a bad name.”  Why?  Because the name is the nature.  Rex, if so named, might be a kingly dog.  Wiggles, if so named, might be a wimpy dog.  In John 16:24 Jesus says, In my name: ask, and ye shall receive, that your joy may be full. 

So much of televangelism has it dead wrong, because they say: ask for that pink Cadillac, or any selfish desire and God will deliver automatically; but God doesn’t reward selfishness. 

Ask for My nature and in My nature, and Our Father will give whatever you ask of My nature.  In other words ask Our Father for you to be more like Me and He will give your nature more of My nature – but not more than you can handle in maturity – until your joy overflows.  Solomon asked for My wisdom – part of My nature – and not selfish things that are not part of My nature, nor should ever be yours.  This is how a prayer in My name is received by Our Father.  And this is also how I, and My nature, return quickly in you, in that day, which is now.  – Jesus Christ of Nazareth

(From In That Day Teachings, Book 1: Declarations)

See:

6/22/09 – From letter from Billye Brim, regarding a prophecy from Kenneth Copeland:

This is the time that has been prophesied about.  And at stake here is not only your welfare in the land, but also My move in the end times of a “great awakening,” said the Lord.

And it is that “awakening” that will save this land and others like it.  For it is the time of the Coming of the Lord.  And you will rise up and you will be My Name.  And you will be My power.  And I will manifest Myself through you. 

And many shall come and say, “Surely He is the God of all good.”

Oh, to be Plucky and Rich-Rich!

By Robert Winkler Burke

Of inthatdayteachings.com

Copyright 6/30/09

All right then, they’ve made it,

        All but impossible to be rich,

But born in us all is that desire,

        That hell-bent or heaven-sent itch.

Twenty years ago,

        I was rich, but poor,

But now I’m poor,

        With riches galore!

How did I do this?

        It was shear luck,

I ignored the carnal,

        In spirit pluck.

I studied the best,

        And found their problem,

They had demons,

        I had goblins.

They kept their demons,

        I lost my goblins,

I found the way,

        They stayed maudlin.

As I got better,

        The world thought me worse,

Things worldly hurt me,

        But I stayed the course.

Now my riches are shambles,

        Reputation, too!

But I’m no longer poor,

        Thank God, Hallelu!

In spirit and truth,

        That’s the key,

Indwelt now and,

        Eternity.

Is it possible to be rich-rich,

        As Job of lore?

Dang if I know, but I’ll try,

        Again, once more!

6/27/09 – Wherein a Pauline-like epistle is created for www.inthatdayteachings.com.

A Medley to the Saints– by Robert Winkler Burke, copyright 6/27/09

Now that we know manifesting Christ is the premium In That Day event, what shall we say?  Shall we brag if we can to it?  (If we do, then we can’t.)  Shall we say we are doing it at any time?  (If we do, then we can’t.)  Shall we say we control it?  (If we do then we can’t.)

In truth, we have no more control over manifesting Jesus as a slave has control over his master.  Though we are mighty, we are weak.  Though we are intelligent, we are dumb.  Though we are capable, we are submissive to God’s Spirit.

So, having said all this, have we lost our minds?  Are we bereft of common sense?  Are we unable to live with the brotherhood of man?

Yet, of all men that ever walked the earth or ever will, who but Christ has our best interests?  Who loves more?  Whose mind is better prepared for mankind’s good?  Yeah, none but Christ.  And as He comes and indwells us, we co-labor with the mind of Christ. 

And each visitation imparts some measure of good; not all measure of Christ’s good, lest we be overwhelmed to our hurt, but some measure.  In this we are at hazard to think too highly of our thoughts and even ourselves.

If a hammer is used by a carpenter of renown, shall the hammer boast?  It is an honor for the hammer to be picked up from the tool box.  But perhaps if the hammer, while in the tool box, had swelled its head boasting to the other tools, it would likely fly off the handle rather than hit the nail on the head!

And so then, using this heavenly tool box as an example, the mallet waits in patience as the whisk broom waits in patience.  One large tool, the mallet, begins a demolition and remodel project even as the whisk broom waits to finish the clean up.

Which tool is more important?  What about the oft-employed hammer, now on the master’s belt?  Shall one tool be jealous of the other?  Or shall each be well-wishing to the other?

And realize, each tool sacrifices a bit of itself to perform the larger task!  The whisk broom loses some of its bristles with each clean up.  The hammer abrades its face with pounding.  The saw’s teeth wear down or break or need re-sharpening.

So it is with each of us employed at times by Christ to be manifesting indwelt by Him for our heavenly Father’s mysterious purposes.

And what are those purposes?  Well, broadly speaking, they are to expand heaven, as the Lord’s Prayer proscribes.

But what, then is heaven?  Heaven, briefly stated, is truth: nothing more, nothing less; even as God is truth.  Verily, verily few can comprehend such an heaven even as few can comprehend all truth in that the most difficult to digest truths are hard, bitter and somewhat shocking to countenances accustomed to generally accepted half-truths and brazen lies of the Devil.

In heaven, no lies are received; neither are they made.  Thus earnest Catholics and evangelical charismatics and even Muslims, (such as there might be in heaven!) all will share one truth and one God.  And those truths will be known and agreed to be that Christ is God’s Son, that baptism of water is good, as is baptism of the Spirit; and that many doctrines of many churches (and synagogues and temples and mosques) were wrong and of Satan; and that there is but one long  list of true doctrines of the Father. 

Jesus spoke of these doctrines of His Father and they shocked the religious leaders of the day.  As it was then, so it is now.

Lest I lose you, I shall not list here what doctrines of the Father I have apprehended to be at odds with the doctrines of popular Christianity!  Blessed are they who are not offended in Christ, which is truth!

Suffice it to say:  The more truth of God we apprehend, the more Christ can indwell us.  And the reverse is also true; sadly this is true.

Now then, as a tool on the master’s belt, or in His carpenter’s box, or in any other way at His employ; what can such an tool expect from his master beyond the honor of being chosen?  To be manifestly employed by God for His mysterious purposes involves guarantees that are necessarily easy to grasp across the line into heaven and difficult to grasp this side of heaven.

By this I mean prosperity, riches and the easy life and carnal guarantees that riches provide are not the typical reward given to the master’s shovel, hammer and hand saw!  Such tools become worn down as sacrificial testaments of the tools of the master’s trade.

Yet no good carpenter despises his tools!  Rather, he loves them and cares for them!  The shovel, he cleans and lets no mud or grime or concrete bespot!  The hammer he also cleans and even replaces or repairs its loose or broken handle.  The hand saw he sharpens, cleans and oils.

So each tool in its own way is cared for in love and even tenderness.  If lost, the master finds!  If stolen, the master retrieves!  If used, the master puts in hand!  If unready, the master makes ready.  If dirty, cleaned.  If too hot, cooled.  If too cool, warmed.

And further, a carpenter uses tools in a surprising fashion!  In a pinch, the hammer can sweep away debris!  In a pinch, a shovel can be used to defend the carpenter!  In a pinch, the hand saw can make music and bring joy in song!

Thus, the shovel, the hammer and the saw can help their master live and work in love.  And such love is reward unto itself.  Love is its own reward and none other is needed nor should be wanted.

But some might think: if I be a shovel for my LORD, then let me be an ornamental chrome shovel used for ground-breaking of great projects!  Fine and so be it.  Judge not lest ye be judged.

Let them who are predestined for ornamenting God’s beauty with beauty; then be beautified!  Let no tool of God war with another.  Let the latrine shovel neither hate nor covet the ornamental shovel hanging on a commemorative wall!  Who can say what rewards await either?

God’s love and truth encompasses and encourages us all.  Whether we are a feather duster or a jack-hammer, let good will and blessings flow from one to another. 

Yet even for me, who should know better, it is difficult to apprehend God’s love for me as I seem to be a tool of His that has been subject to much mistreatment.  Perhaps I have been mistreated, or perhaps I have not.  How can I, with carnal self-interest, judge such a thing properly?  Indeed, I cannot.

However, by looking at my life with heaven’s eyes, I notice I am in good health and am at peace in the midst of tribulation.  So I am well rewarded with love from my Master.  Even if I was ill and had no peace, I would need to consider myself well rewarded.

If I can do this at least some of the time, I am rich.  As are you, beloved and loyal tools of Christ, our manifested-in-us Savior and Lord and King.

Lest any be confused, I am not saying that I am God nor any other person who manifests Christ is God.  God is God, and He is God alone; that is, He is God alone in His triune being:  Father, Son and Holy Spirit.

He created us, He created time, and He can do with us what He chooses in His time, in that day which now is, the day of His visitation, not in singular spectacular fashion, but selectively, hidden from carnal eyes, in all whom He deigns to be, in what time He deigns to be, in a somewhat hidden but nevertheless most peculiar and spectacular fashion, which is: Saith the Lord,  Behold, I come quickly.

Amen, and amen and amen.

6/23/09 – News from Southern Baptist Convention (SBC):

"Reallocating our funds will not solve any perceived problems," Former SBC President Morris Chapman wrote in a column in Baptist Press, the denomination's news service. "But a genuine revival might!"

"It is with sadness I declare that many in our churches are spiritually sick and in great need of a fresh movement of God both within the leadership and the laity," said Milton A. Hollifield Jr., the executive director-treasurer of the Baptist State Convention of North Carolina, at a May board meeting. "May God help us look to him and to be different."

Note from rwb:  But not different by dropping untrue doxie (rapture, rigid-righteousness, etc.) so that that more Baptists learn to be holy flexible so that Jesus can indwell them?

6/22/09 – From letter from Billye Brim, regarding a prophecy from Kenneth Copeland:

This is the time that has been prophesied about.  And at stake here is not only your welfare in the land, but also My move in the end times of a “great awakening,” said the Lord.

And it is that “awakening” that will save this land and others like it.  For it is the time of the Coming of the Lord.  And you will rise up and you will be My Name.  And you will be My power.  And I will manifest Myself through you. 

And many shall come and say, “Surely He is the God of all good.”

Note from rwb:  Well, Kenneth Copeland is now prophesying what I have labored to say for almost five years of In That Day Teachings website work.  Except I say revival won’t happen until Kenneth Copeland archetypes wail and weep and repent for greedy spirit promulgation. 

Because the Lord doesn’t strongly return in greed (prosperity rape-the-sheep preaching) or in fear (rapture/end-times preaching,) or in emotion (prophetic jabberwocky,) or in seeker friendly untruth (avoiding hard doctrines because they are hard,) or in intellectual or NLP shenanigans (dry-bones or mojo preaching.)  But the old standby preachers will probably learn how to get in the pipeline of money by selling this NEW MOVE OF GOD!  I have yet to figure how to make money off God.  But I do know a lot about what Kenneth Copeland mentioned above, this manifesting.

Primarily I learned that the more you know about Jesus manifesting, the more you know about how much rebuke and chastisement is due the popular broadcast church leaders, and how this knowledge makes oneself inversely popular with them. 

Compromise with God, be only lightly indwelt, and you can make friends and money in ministry.  Or hold true to God, be manifested by him strongly, then know His higher doctrines, His desire for rebuke and chastisement to come to His wayward broadcast church, and… become foul in the nostrils of the mega-ministers.  They will ignore you… unto death!

Not a tough choice for me.  Sometimes it’s tough to live without all that beautiful lucre.

In God’s Blessed Presence, or Not

By Robert Winkler Burke

Of inthatdayteachings.com

Copyright 6/22/09

Matthew 23:37-39

Being in God’s presence,

        Gives a most incomparable blessing!

But whose exact presence?

        Keeps some Christians wrong guessing.

Some give the back, the back,

        The back, back, back, back, back!

To the strangers they meet,

        Believing it’s fine, and further that…

When Jesus finally returns then,

        They, as Christians, will at long last be happy,

And will no longer need to be,

        To the stranger, or neighbor, so rude or snappy.

They think: That day,

        Hasn’t come yet!

So disrespect,

        Is their best bet!

Disrespect to strangers,

        Is their sanctioned bet of the day?

Because, they think, God,

        Doesn’t come quickly in us anyway?

Now, if He did,

        So choose to honor the goodness in man,

Seeing His being,

        In the stranger would be the detection plan.

Is the next stranger you meet,

        Full of God’s incomparable blessing presence?

No?  To heck with that strange idea?

        And to heck with his wisdom and God-presents?

So think the feckless multitudes,

        Of hubris-taught, fey Christian legions,

Proving themselves unbeknownst foul,

        Desolate, and cursed by mean reasons.

If they only inquired and believed,

        Others could be much, much further down the track,

They’d say, Bless you neighbor!

        In you, sir or madam, I see Jesus now come back!

How have you done this marvelous thing?

        What price in spirit did you pay, and I have yet?

God’s Spirit in you convicts me of errors,

        So, I bless you again, lest I be desolate!

Now often the last person,

        To realize this is the prideful, broadcast preacher,

And is the worst example,

        Rather than himself being humble, indwelt teacher.

Beware the Heroic Cowboy Preacher

By Robert Winkler Burke

Of inthatdayteachings.com

Copyright 6/19/09

Beware the heroic cowboy preacher,

        Who lassos in his flock,

Saying, Beware some straw man enemy!

        Then cowboy way he mocks.

Live free in Gawd’s guaranteed blessings, he tells you,

        Or in secular ways die hard,

Just hand over a ten, twenty, forty percent tax,

        Become his outlaw pard!

Shoot straight, be a man,

        To God be true,

He says.  But never,

        Cross his fey ruse!

A real cowboy believes,

        In self-constraint in liberty,

This gent, like the government,

        Says what’s yours is his surety.

When you recognize this funk,

        My friend, ride away!

Nothing changes a poltroon,

        By what you say!

Beware the heroic cowboy preacher,

        Who lassos in his flock,

Saying, Beware all non-cowboy preachers!

        Then a coward’s way he stalks.

What the Pastor May Not Be Telling You

By Robert Winkler Burke

Of inthatdayteachings.com

Copyright 6/19/09

What the pastor may not be telling you:

        You cannot buy it from him, even though he sells a lot,

        But you might buy it from Him, though He sells a little.

        If you are way too much  in him,

        He might not be too much in you.

        But if you go far from him,

        You might get close to Him.

        If only he brings to you God’s mark,

        Then you both have missed the mark.

        If he cannot learn from you,

        Then he teaches mostly pride.

        If he wants you to think the way is a sermon,

        Then an eagle’s way is the way of taxidermy.

        If he cannot receive or give chastisement,

        Then he has not perfect love, but perfect fear.

        If his platitudes perfectly encompass the way,

        He comprehends only but a little about the way.

        If he manifests Christ but is quiet,

        God is telling you, Learn from him.

        If you both manifest Christ, and bless each other for it,

        You have made God very happy by increasing heaven.

        The way is mysterious: even when in it, he cannot fully explain,

        The way is mysterious: even when in it, you cannot fully explain.

        When he describes the way, follow him not, but find the way.

        When you describe the way, none follow you, but find the way.

From an In That Day Teachings (ITDT) supporter named Alan:

June 17, 2009

Dear Robert,

Truth is precious.  Truth sets free.  Your energy and faithfulness to produce ITDT, I believe, came from the Lord.  Rarely have you, as I see it, tried to call men to follow you in your teachings.  

The deception in "church", to me, is the "pastor" repeatedly states he wants his sheep to stand, be strong, and sufficient and all the time expects them to be followers of him(the pastor) and by all means pay him to lead.  [Presumably, with not much manifesting Christ, or honoring or seeing those who do, or knowing much about the dynamic, which is abandonment of wrong doctrine and embracing true doctrine in a right spirit. – rwb] 

That said, in my life I have forever wanted a hero and a leader and there was usually someone who wanted to lead and I could follow.  All had the mystic self proclaimed "call" on their lives and I was deceived to have believed them.  Good grief.  

Now I, like you, want to be able to tell my children and wife that we have been down the dumb down path of religion and we have fallen way short of Christ in us the Hope of Glory !  [Christ indwelling or Christ manifestation – rwb]

You have the gifts of communication and I believe you have used them to call attention to the mistakes in western church practice and thinking.  Even at 30 -40 views of your teaching per day you are doing more for truth than multitudes of church meeting going on in the name of Christ. 

Every so often I scan through the Christian channels on the Satellite and I see the same thing over and over and over:  mostly entertainers, communicators,  musicians making a living from perversion of the Good news. You could have done that!!! (Maybe not a Keith Green!- he was real) but you  have the natural gifts and tools to be an upfront pastor, leader, musician etc. but  you chose to tell the truth.  ----and pay your own way !!! 

How many want to hear that they have screwed up their lives being stupid? 

Have messed up decades of devotion to religion that is dead?  Have neglected their families and Father God trying to be a prosperous, man of position Christian?   A LEADER!  

As one of my patients from Eastern Europe uses as his reply to nonsense- "Such Rubbish."

Mostly my pride did not want to hear it, but I have,  and not much makes any sense  now except a relationship to Father and Son by the Spirit.  

Only a few pastors leaders have come out of their dead end positions and are free.  There are a few on the web. And they, as you, are very important voices for those seeking to live free. 

I have this loop I do on Sundays that goes through open pasture lands of North Texas and on my bicycle I come over the hills and see the cattle that are on a thousand hills and have more of Father than I have ever had in a church building trying to get spiritual to lead others to be spiritual. Father and Son are so visible.  Commute home in strong winds that reach 40-50 mph and realize as I go into low gear that the Spirit moves as He wills.  

I pray for your health, passion to continue to grow in Him.    Alan. 

ps: please excuse all the poor grammar etc.  My writing is limited to short sentences in the medical records at the hospital and never did learn how to read.  Please forgive me.    

THE RIVER OF LIFE is RISING! -by David Wilkerson of NYC (June 17,2009)

Even while death stalks on all sides, the river of spiritual life is rising.  And it is healing all it touches.

There is a rising tide of spiritual death in many denominations, as well as in numerous local churches.  People are dying spiritually for lack of God’s solid Word of truth…

The Trouble with Mind Meddlers

By Robert Winkler Burke

Of inthatdayteachings.com

Copyright 6/18/09

Redacted from Joss Whedon’s movie “Serenity;” where River Thames says of the government Alliance, “We meddle.  People don’t like to be meddled with.  We tell them what to do, what to think.  Don’t run.  Don’t walk.  We’re in their homes and in their heads and we haven’t the right.  We’re meddlesome.”

Being as I was born,

        In the land of the free,

America, the United States,

        In Nineteen Fifty-three.

My early schooling taught me,

        To love liberty’s self-constraint,

But now liberty’s under attack,

        By meddlers doing what I can’t.

Bigot meddlers of prejudice believe gender,

        Race or deference get preference,

Meddling mind rape it is, for Justice must be,

        Blind lest law be rot and logic rent.

But my teachers,

        God bless ‘em, didn’t do this to me,

They minded my mind,

        Not meddling up who I could be,

God help our poor children,

        Now taught by meddlers of insanity,

They teach to hate logic,

        And liberty lovers like, well, me.

All hail our great Founding Fathers,

        The sanest of the sane!

They protect us from meddlers,

        Who would enslave each brain.

Hail Washington, Jefferson, Adams,

        And noble revolutionary crew!

They fought for reason and liberty,

        Hoping, loving, dying; that we would too.

The Moneyed Pipeline of the Next Move of God!

By Robert Winkler Burke

Of inthatdayteachings.com

Copyright 6/17/09

Redacted from a story about an American rust-belt city whose politicians refuse to help, because they haven’t figured out how to get in a pipeline of money if they do.

How to get in the moneyed pipeline,

        Of the next move of God?

To get in the line of money,

        Which is the broadcasting preacher’s job!

But when I’m in position,

        And God comes in me,

He doesn’t charge anybody,

        He does it for free!

It’s so frustrating,

        To figure this out,

Believe for billions,

        I want to shout!

How to get in the pipeline,

        Of the next move of God?

Well, bed hard the Devil,

        And don’t call it odd!

Fornicate, adulterate God’s gospel,

        Invent any irascible new thing!

It’s just the same old dung heap,

        From which preachers get bling!

Meanwhile brave hearts,

        Go it alone,

And perchance in you,

        God finds home!

That’s how it really is,

        The new thing of God next,

A gift to the holy,

        And curse to others vexed.

No One Will Wail

By Robert Winkler Burke

Of inthatdayteachings.com

Copyright 6/16/09

Redacted in spirit from the story of Tom Horn, Government Scout and Interpreter

I’m in jail,

    About to be hanged,

I mutters to God,

        Well, I’ll be danged!

I came into town,

        And Sheriff John Brown,

Says, Be my gun hand,

        Son, you stick around.

But before I knows it the crazy stage,

        Comes in too damn fast!

It’s got no passengers, but that driver’s,

        Wild drunk off his ass.

No one sees little Emma,

        Two-year-old daughter of the Sheriff,

Toddles into the stage’s path,

        Too young, dumb, unaware to fear it!

Like a thunderbolt, I mounts up,

        And from saddle leans down low,

And snatches up little Emma,

        Saving her from mortal blow!

STOP!  You BR-R-R-RUTE!

        Yells a lady nearby,

Give us the baby,

        That baby won’t die!

AR-R-R-REST him, Sher-r-r-riff!

        Is what she said,

He arrested me,

        Now I’m ‘bout dead.

The stage coach driver,

        Wouldn’t admit he speeded,

He needed his job,

        And he kept what he needed.

The town ladies agreed,

        I had planned to steal the baby,

Saying their good instincts,

        Saved Emma’s future, maybe.

They think I’m like Black Bart,

        The worst of the bad men I know,

Who has threatened to kill Emma,

        The Sheriff and his wife, Lou Joe.

And in truth,

        That’s why I’m here,

To stop Bart,

        ‘Fore his killin’s near.

I heard Bart’s plan,

        That he’s comin’ tomorrow night,

To do his evil deed,

        And kill three Browns with a knife.

But they’ll hang me tomorrow at sunrise,

        And bury me by noon,

I’ll be six feet under, stone cold as winter,

        When the Browns meet doom.

I could stop Bart easy enough,

        It’s what I was born to do,

Good wolves stop bad wolves,

        If sheep trust what is true.

But the Sheriff doesn’t believe me,

        Thinking I made up Bart’s plan,

I’d like to bust out and kill Bart,

        But I don’t have to prove I’m a man.

Maybe the Sheriff’ll make a mistake,

        And I can break out of jail,

Or maybe I’ll die tomorrow morn,

        And no one, no one will wail.

The problem ain’t me,

        This town ain’t got eyes to see!

I can’t fix them,

        They ain’t set for eternity!

Hell, I could go tonight,

        Or tomorrow at sun,

I’ve lived a full life,

        This town ain’t begun.

Maybe I gotta die,

        For the town folk to hate lies,

Maybe the Browns too,

        For raw truth to be surmised.

I’ve seen plenty of dyin’,

        In my life’s day,

Dyin’, livin’ don’t matter,

        Truth is the way.

Truth must win,

        And truth must last,

By my example,

        To it stand fast.

Live or die, being,

        Rich or poor,

What matters most is,

        Truth is more.

Are In That Day Teachings a Rosetta Stone?

By Robert Winkler Burke

Of inthatdayteachings.com

Copyright 6/16/09

Are In That Day Teachings transcendent ideas codified?

        Or are they some devilish polyglot to be fervently vilified?

Are In That Day Teachings shunned by religion and shunned by man?

        Or are In That Day Teachings a Rosetta Stone for today’s Christian?

Does God come in rapture and really take us away?

        Or leave us to find God’s spirit truths for today?

Shall we be rigid in religion, oh so prideful pedantic?

        Or shall we be humble, selfless, flexibly fantastic?

Could it be God really comes quickly in us?

        In us brave enough to wrong doctrines toss?

No, no, no!  In That Day Teachings can’t be true!

        Because, if they were, there’s too much to rue!

We in religion can’t now nor ever will repent,

        Or believe In That Day Teachings were sent,

Sent to us as an answer to the old, oft repeated prayer,

        Asking, Father God, Why do we never get anywhere?

Long sought revival has just never appeared,

        Because truth and spirit in us disappeared,

The In That Day Teachings cogently tell us the fix,

        Repent! Repent! Repent! Which of course, we nix.

We, rich in broadcast, rich in position,

        So rich we are in hide-bound tradition,

Resist these teachings for the Bible’s in that day,

        Because the price of humility is too much to pay.

So forget the teachings, and don’t cipher all,

        Forget that those prideful do naught but fall,

Forget what’s cogent, what as proven by time is true,

        Like the Pharisees said, the ossified know best for you!

How to Read the Bible’s Last Two Chapters

By Robert Winkler Burke

Of inthatdayteachings.com

Copyright June 12, 2009

Revelation Chapters 21, 22

The last two chapters of the bible,

      Proclaim from John, an angel, Father, Son and Spirit,

The past, the present, the future,

      For all learned-and-prepared-by-God ears to hear it.

Will come a time,

      Called In That Day,

When how it is to be,

      Comes right away.

It’s not rapture,

      Not always Armageddon,

Not prosperity,

      Just, in fact, God’s Son come!

But He’s not coming,

      As most people think,

Not as His single Self,

      But: Behold, in a blink!

In a blink of an eye,

      He comes suddenly,

In whom we dismiss,

      As too spirit free!

The too unrestrained,

      The too, well frankly, crazy,

The too unconventional,

      The ones in humility!

The blessed, happy souls,

      In whom God delights in,

Get God’s mind-power.

      By Jesus manifesting.

The, oh my God,

      It can’t be true!

Jesus not in some,

      But in chosen few!

Deny, deny, deny!

      Says the religious world,

For two-thousand years,

      Deny this truth unfurl!

Keep discoverers marginalized,

      And proved insane,

Who says Jesus comes quickly,

      They are, they say, a bane.

The knowledge that: Behold,

      Jesus comes quickly,

Is a bane to all whom God views,

      Their religion as sickly.

Honor is due to whom,

      God indwells in truth,

But all who despise this,

      God tends to forsooth. 

God is no respecter of persons,

      Just worshippers in spirit and truth,

After two millennia of denial,

      What has the church world got to lose?

Just the lie that,

      We shouldn’t see and bless,

Who come in God’s nature,

      But give our back and curse.

Woe to those religious nabobs,

      Who don’t have eyes to see,

Brethren prophets, our Triune God,

      And angels work to set us free!

So come, Lord Jesus,

      In whom you so choose to deign,

We honor whom You honor,

      Come in us, bring heaven’s reign.

God’s seventh angel proclaimed it,

      John wrote it down,

Father and Spirit said the same,

      Jesus came thrice ‘round.

It’s informal like that,

      Nothing planned in advance by man,

As John wrote the Bible’s end,

      Triple quick came the great I AM!

And Behold, again and again,

      I come quickly in this fellow,

I would the rest of the world,

      Be not so fearful fallow.

I desire to manifest,

      In every man, woman and child,

Stop believing wrong things,

It’s Father’s doctrine, be not riled.

You ill-fed sheep,

      Wolfish shepherds,

Abandon lies,

      Believe God’s words!

And I’ll come quickly,

      Even in you!

Believe in right spirit,

      We will be true!

Behold, I come quickly,

      It is not now nor since ascension a lie,

Choose you this day,

      Believe I live, so in that day: you not die.

In that day,

      You shall not die but rather live,

Just receive,

      In true spirit what I give.

I give Myself,

      And all that I am,

If you, yourself,

      Are holy in stand.

Reason’s Missing Requiem

By Robert Winkler Burke

Of inthatdayteachings.com

Copyright June 12, 2009

Reason died without requiem,

      That was the stratagem,

Let it die without news,

      To give the innocent bruise.

To hurt the innocent who believe,

      Truth and logic would give reprieve,

Against accusations wrong,

      When what matters is who is strong.

Who then is strong, who is weak?

      The strong will dominate the meek,

The strong will say who is wrong,

      Who is wrong will not belong.

Reason died without requiem,

      Creepy culture is now the gem,

Salute insanity, and bow down deep,

      Hail insanity for heads to keep!

To keep heads on shoulders, not cut off,

      Agree, agree: Mysticism is the best boss!

Mysticism and tyranny has all dominion,

      Who, in their right mind, would keep reason?

June 6, 2009

Free in the Clouds!

By Robert Winkler Burke

Of inthatdayteachings.com

Copyright 6/6/09

Free the clouds,

        So free to be!

Free in the clouds,

        Returning in thee!

No matter how bad,

        No matter how dark,

He’s free in the clouds,

        To bridge the arch.

Unseen to most,

        But the ethereal eye,

Comes quick sudden,

        The I AM of the sky.

The I AM of all,

        The I AM that is,

Manifests in them,

        Whom He deigns His.

The herald says,

        Now He’s come!

Of spirit clean,

        His chosen!

Others say,

        Kill that herald!

He honors,

        All that is bad!

No, says the herald,

        You’ve got it wrong!

You call evil good,

        And weak as strong!

Kill the herald!

        The others say,

Lock him up,

        Put him away!

So free in the clouds,

        Quick in surprised faces,

With astonished souls,

        Swapping fait places.

So Out of Mind

By Robert Winkler Burke

Of inthatdayteachings.com

Copyright 6/4/09

So out of hand, so out of mind,

         The tares choke the wheat,

With mechanical angels and,

        Brain-dead courts replete.

Neither logic, nor evidence, nor reason,

        Nor fact of matter,

Mechanical angels pull up the wheat,

        Trusting mad blather.

It’s jabberwocky as proof,

        And emotions of hate,

That’s all it takes to rip,

        A beautiful soul’s fate.

Lord, the insane who,

        Unaware of their own lax mind,

Must self-destruct, true,

        But must they first crucify mine?

The Wolves Who Cried, “Boy!”

By Robert Winkler Burke

Of inthatdayteachings.com

Copyright 6/1/09

In the legends of wolfdom,

        From the frozen north,

Comes a tale of awful woe,

        Of cross signals’ course.

The job of the seer wolves,

        Was to cry, “Boy!”

When one appeared sudden,

        To take all joy.

Boys brought villagers,

        Villagers brought guns,

Guns brought bullets,

        Bullets brought stuns.

So the wolf pack needed seers,

        Seers who could see,

So that when a boy was coming,

        Then all could flee.

But over time a wolf pack,

        Lost its historic bearings,

And mistrusted its wolf seers,

        With gossip and fearings.

So they arrested the wolf seers,

        Born to cry, “Boy!”

The frightened pack thinking,

        To stop their employ.

But a boy appeared after,

        The wolf seers were jailed,

And each wolf of that pack,

        Became a hide that was nailed.

The villagers each nailed a wolf hide,

        Over their entrance door,

Saying, “Thank God the wolf pack,

        “Removed its seers evermore!”

And the poor, dejected, rejected wolf seers?

        Well friends, they actually did escape,

And went to different, grateful wolf pack,

        Desiring a somewhat much better fate.

June 1, 2009

Pravda Speaks Truth:  “American Capitalism Gone with a Whimper,” is an editorial published in Russia’s Pravda.  Note how it refers to broadcast Christianity:

It must be said, that like the breaking of a great dam, the American descent into Marxism is happening with breath taking speed, against the back drop of a passive, hapless sheeple, excuse me dear reader, I meant people.

True, the situation has been well prepared on and off for the past century, especially the past twenty years. The initial testing grounds were conducted upon our Holy Russia and a bloody test it was. But we Russians would not just roll over and give up our freedoms and our souls, no matter how much money Wall Street poured into the fists of the Marxists.

Those lessons were taken and used to properly prepare the American populace for the surrender of their freedoms and souls, to the whims of their elites and betters.

First, the population was dumbed down through a politicized and substandard education system based on pop culture, rather than the classics. Americans know more about their favorite TV dramas then the drama in DC that directly affects their lives. They care more for their "right" to choke down a McDonalds burger or a BurgerKing burger than for their constitutional rights. Then they turn around and lecture us about our rights and about our "democracy". Pride blind the foolish.

Then their faith in God was destroyed, until their churches, all tens of thousands of different "branches and denominations" were for the most part little more than Sunday circuses and their televangelists and top protestant mega preachers were more than happy to sell out their souls and flocks to be on the "winning" side of one pseudo Marxist politician or another. Their flocks may complain, but when explained that they would be on the "winning" side, their flocks were ever so quick to reject Christ in hopes for earthly power. Even our Holy Orthodox churches are scandalously liberalized in America…  

See:  http://english.pravda.ru/opinion/columnists/107459-0/

In the Beginning

By Robert Winkler Burke

Of inthatdayteachings.com

Copyright 5/27/09

In the beginning,

        Came the Knowledge Tree,

Setting strange course,

        For you and for me.

First, you see this:

        A slave you be!

What agony, angst,

        When trapped, un-free!

Second, awaken a little,

        And see this:

A game or con over others,

        Man, what bliss!

Via wiles or words or shenanigans,

        You get power,

Over the enslaved: Outstanding!

        It’s your hour!

You’ve tricked or conned others,

        With a witch’s brew,

A slave-master of sorts,

        Lucky for you.

Finally, then, see this:

        It’s better to be neither,

Nei’er slave, nor slave master,

        But above-the-fray seer.

Join the lonely but growing crowds,

        Dedicated to self-restraint,

Who won’t call gaming the gamed good,

        Because it simply ain’t.

Then, how to live,

        Not conning others?

Don’t rightly know,

        I tell you brothers.

We’ll find out, together,

        My friends of sanity,

We’ll put back the world,

        With love of humanity.

Love, love will set most all things right,

        There is actually no other course,

We’ll bring love back to this mad world,

        Before hell on earth gets much worse.

Unfinished Awakenings

By Robert Winkler Burke

Of inthatdayteachings.com

Copyright 5/19/09

Unfinished awakenings,

        Everywhere you see,

Unfinished awakenings,

        Enslaving you and me.

One gent, a preacher,

        Figures prosperity,

Another, a teacher,

        Promotes relativity.

Then a great politician,

        Promises us change,

While the media minion,

        Mindless rearrange.

Each empowered idiot,

        Too dumb for words,

Enslaves captive audiences,

        Extracting from blind herds.

But now in that day’s fullness,

        The fullness of time,

It’s time to make sense of madness,

        To deconstruct rhyme.

Sleight shenanigan superiors,

        Control somewhat inferior minds,

With wiles of mystic tyranny,

        From hell’s deep-thought mines.

The universal moral hazard,

        Of this, our sad day,

Is to be gamer or gamed,

        Out of high truth’s way.

But the highways of truth,

        Exist to be employed,

By seeking above gamed and gamers,

        In virtue for virtue enjoyed.

Unfortunately the true seekers,

        Frighten the dumb sheep,

Who in unfinished awakening ask,

        Gamers to put seers to sleep.

Sad and ironic,

        How seers are despised,

Sheep love shearers,

        Their bonds not surmised.

Awaken, oh unfinished-awakened,

        Your time of redemption draws near,

You’ve loathed well-wishing seers,

        Awake, awake!  Or reap more fear.

The Knowledge of Gaming and Evil

By Robert Winkler Burke

Of inthatdayteachings.com

Copyright 5/18/09

S ome preachers have it misunderstood,

        The knowledge of gaming and evil,

They think wrong that gaming is good,

        Themselves using schemes of the Devil.

From prosperity to seeker-friendly truth-avoidance,

        They entrap their sheep in moral hazard,

As long as they get paid for their illogical, mad rants,

        They don’t see their own gaming wayward!

The preachers err in their calling gaming good,

        And neither seeing nor seeking truth higher,

Prophetic seers understand this gaming brood,

        And warn them, They’re stuck in the mire!

But warn them is about all,

        The patient seers can do,

The preaching gamers will fall,

        When God’s time says to.

God made many of our blind, our deaf,

        And even our bereft-of-truth mute,

To prevent them from being gamers selfish,

        Until time of beyond-game breakthrough.

Yes, a time of great enlightenment is coming,

        For all souls made more erect,

When detriments to the intellect and conning,

        Will be seen by eyes perfect.

Perhaps it is on purpose then, God has made so many souls,

        Spirit blind, deaf and mute,

To protect them from taking cheap advantage gaming controls,

        With just a little truth.

The Blind, the Gamers and the Seers

By Robert Winkler Burke

Of inthatdayteachings.com

Copyright 5/17/09

T he blind, the gamers and the seers,

    Oh man, what a fight!

The conned, conn’ers and explainers,

        Oh God, who is right?

The blind have sort of chosen,

        Not to intensely see,

God bless ‘em, they work for bread,

        In dark hazard, busy.

The gamers, being somewhat clever,

        Have by mystic ways figured out,

Tricks of tyranny o’er the blind,

        Of invisible shackles stout.

The seer, whose intensions are good,

        Wants to give light on this sham,

Is hated by the gamers and blind,

        Who say, Let us kill this man!

Amazingly, the gamers usually con the blind,

        To be the misled, crucifying crowds wry,

Until that seer-brought day of revelation,

        When fields of caterpillar become butterfly.

Then the slugs of oppression,

        In the light will dry up and die,

While the eagles of seeing,

        Ever vigilant, roam the sky.

The Crucible of Creation

By Robert Winkler Burke

Of inthatdayteachings.com

Copyright 5/11/09

T he crucible of creation,

    Oh God, how it does hurt,

The crucible of creation,

        How from it I would shirk.

I would shirk from the pain,

        If I could,

But it makes me draw neigh,

        As I should.

I draw neigh to You, oh Lord,

        As I give up yet another dream,

And question, Why, oh God,

        Woe and more woe remains my life’s theme.

I am numb to the pain,

        Of more losing yet again,

Wondering why I hope,

        Why in hope I remain.

Before, I was nothing much,

        When I wanted it all,

But now I am sometimes much,

        When I answer God’s call.

Do with me anything that you like,

        Oh Lord, so far above me,

Life here is major bitter, minor sweet,

        Tell me it’s better in eternity.

My Jesus is a Man of War

Author Unknown

Exodus 15:3,  Revelation 19:11,

Some think of Jesus calm and shy,

        And quiet as a mouse.

But I see Jesus as my Lord,

        And guard of all my house.

Some say He’s tender, meek and mild,

        And doesn’t raise His voice,

But I can see Him charge through Hell,

        To give to man his choice.

Some say His hands are always clean,

        He won’t let His feelings show,

But I can see Him roll His sleeves,

        And fight off every foe.

My Jesus walks  through Hell itself,

        To set the captives free,

My Jesus upturned the table tops,

        To gain His victory.

He bore my sins upon a cross,

        My sorrows in His hand,

My whipping for unrighteousness,

        My pain He did withstand.

He took my stripes to make me well,

        My crown of thorns He wore,

And all my fears He crucified,

        And all my shame He bore.

My Jesus is a Man of men,

        A Warrior brave and bold,

My King of Kings and Lord of Lords,

        Yes, He all Victory gives and holds.

May 9, 2009

NOTE TO CONCERNED VIEWERS OF THIS WEBSITE:

All poems and articles from me, Robert Winkler Burke, are discussions about spiritual matters and are entirely allegorical.  The materials tend to be about the a) wayward doctrines of Broadcast Christianity (the oft troubled televangelists), b) the trouble it has caused in the United States in the political realm (where Natural Law, the US Constitution and critical thinking are abandoned for Statism) and c) the age we are living in wherein the Lord Jesus Christ of Nazareth perchance abides or lives in our souls!

No violence is recommended.  No violence is encouraged.  No violence is suggested.

My poems are allegorical, and to be understood spiritually, not literally.

This website discusses things of spiritual nature in a cogent, through allegory, fashion.

My deepest apologies for any confusion or fear that misunderstanding has created.

I advocate forgiveness and peace, as the Lord Jesus Christ encouraged us to do.

I ask forgiveness from any parties offended by the truth I have endeavored to proclaim.

Robert Winkler Burke

Reno, Nevada  89511

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Dance With Me

By Robert Winkler Burke

Of inthatdayteachings.com

Copyright 11/12/02

(This is a happy poem written from Jesus’ perspective, regarding His indwelling of us!)

I can dance with the air,

I can dance without care,

But I can't dance with you,

When you're gone.

I can dance with the trees,

I can dance with the breeze,

But I can't dance with you,

When you're gone.

Oh when will you see,

My love is for thee?

But I can't dance with you,

When you're gone.

I'm there by your side,

Along every ride,

But I can't dance with you,

When you're gone.

When the world makes you think,

And fill up full with its drink,

Then I can't dance with you,

When you're gone.

But come back now to Me,

And be all you're to be,

And I'll dance with you,

As We have done.

Yes dance my love with Me,

The way life's meant to be,

And I'll dance with you,

As We have done.

The birds will rejoice,

Seeing you on your course,

When I dance with you,

As We have done.

The Ring of Truth

A Poem Shaped like a Bell

By Robert Winkler Burke

Of inthatdayteachings.com

Copyright 1/15/06