Chapter 13 – So This Explains What Happened to the Prophetic!
By Robert Winkler Burke
Of inthatdayteachings.com
Copyright 1/19/2012
Imagine if the Lone Ranger came to a small Western town where things just were not right. After giving the town a good look-over, suppose he met with the residents and said:
Your daughters are being raped by the Town Boss, who is also the mayor, pastor and sheriff.
Your sons are being mind-raped by the Town Boss’s Number Two Man, who is the school teacher and college president.
Your money in the town bank is being absconded by the Town Boss’s Bank Trustees, who are self-dealing crooks dressed in ties and suits.
Your taxes are being taken by the town leaders, who waste them holding meetings to glorify their own perceived good.
Your tithes are used to buy perfume for the whores of town leaders.
Want to do something about it? I have a white horse, silver bullets and an Indian helper named Tonto!
The prophet in town, if he was Kansas-City-NAR trained, might say this:
No, Lone Ranger. Your days are over. We get your drift. You say Neuro-Linguistic Programming shenanigans have blinded us to what you say is blinding us in the post-New-Apostolic-Reformation crowd.
We don’t believe we have been stupefied by believing the doctrines you say are false… nor do we believe this puts us in a blinkered, false-doctrine-generated inability to see why we are so badly stupefied.
We don’t recognize this pattern globally. Even if the pattern is global, we will not see it as a pattern. We deny what we must! We don’t see it in Wall Street Banksterism, nor on the socialistic mainstream media, nor in whacky Churchianity, nor in progressive public schooling, nor in sovereign debt default risk, nor in our liberal government, nor anywhere.
Let’s all see eye-to-eye as prophets, agree Lone Rangers are the bad guys, and get together and sing Kumbaya! Castration is so good for the soul!
We don’t need no stinkin’ Lone Ranger, nor clerical correction, nor political correction, nor In That Day’s Ancient Paths of Correction…
And never mind America’s Founding Fathers, their European intellectual fathers, nor the Greeks, nor nothin’.
To heck with the idea men are not angels and need government, but a government of men need severe restrictions against self dealing… because, in the end, we don’t have faith you or anybody can really do this Christian ministry thing without lots and lots of self-dealing.
Because almost all modern ministries are set up with self-dealing shenanigans that never must be mentioned, nor expunged, nor especially – seen!
So we say to the Lone Ranger, Fahgetit! Let’s insist our Four Hundred Prophets see eye-to-eye and to hell and banishment with the one who tries to get us to see what we’re paid to never see!
Kumbaya will cover it all. That, and oh yah, God’s grace! That’ll do!
Dear reader, why have I written this exaggerated Lone Ranger scenario? Because modern day prophets are extremely poor-schooled. They have been sent to either of two derailed trains of thought. First pathetic-prophetic school is rapture and end times ink-blot machinations. Second pathetic-prophetic school is the mojo-jive emotion and NLP witchcraft of “tickle ears so long as you get paid for it” prophesying.
God certainly gives people prophetic callings. Of this, there is no doubt whatsoever. But look at these two sub-schooling efforts from prophetic shrunken brains: First, rapture insanity blinds the prophet from seeing the future and prevents him or her from being indwelt by quick-come, return-now Christ-in-You. Or second, an emotional mojo-jive rainbow-stew-for-me-and-you “let’s all get together and agree eye-to-eye” prophetic meaningless, Christ-in-You-less mumbo-jumbo. It’s either dumb, or dumber!
Now, is such a severe accusation biblical? Didn’t four hundred prophets get it wrong, to one who gets it right?
Christ’s ministry shows another interesting thing about how the true prophetic deals with two extremes: lawlessness violence and too much law, over-lording and… its own contradictory violence.
In Jesus telling the parable of the good Samaritan, we hear of highway robbers who assault a man and leave him half-dead. This is an instance, obviously, of a lawless area. Now consider Jerusalem as being a place with ossified traditions and overbearing legal restrictions so over-lorded in rigid-righteousness that a man can be crucified under false pretenses. Thus even this sacred place, too, can be insufferably violent.
This is a description of all places for all times. Today off the coast of Somalia are lawless pirates who board commercial ships, take hostages and extort millions of dollars in ransom. This is a lawless area.
Then again, pick any megalopolis. It will usually have extremely liberal, progressive, burdensome laws, laws not necessarily intended to overwhelm, but laws and spirits of law-enforcers which inevitably do overwhelm. Mega-cities usually overwhelm the spirit of freedom in man. Thus, big-city pirates can also extort millions from the unaware.
Self-dealing leaders in cities, well-taught in shenanigans hard to see with the naked eye, have a way of extorting, through hidden enslavement techniques, millions of dollars from rubes who never are given the intellectual firepower to see through ruses, smoke and mirrors of this subtle violence. The rubes are taught by cats in public education, modern media, pulpit and politics that rube-mice must love, obey and never question their big, unquestionably angelic, Magillah Cat-Masters.
Jesus with such leaders as these: do what they say, never what they themselves do! He said true faith in God means being wise as a serpent, but harmless as a dove – as opposed to the vipers usually in charge of harming all things innocent.
Where did Jesus minister while on earth? It seems he liked to be about two-thirds away from the inner city, but stay safely about a third away from the land of lawlessness.
Hence, this author lives in Reno and created, or received, In That Day Teachings material while situated under the blue and clean skies of Reno, Nevada. Reno is about 200 miles from San Francisco, 400 from Los Angeles, 400 from Las Vegas.
Nevada recognizes and honors the inherent rights of man much more than California. Nevada has no state income tax, California does. Nevada has a smaller sales tax than does California. Nevada lets people carry guns concealed, thus honoring our Founding Father’s Second Amendment. (Yes, this seems radical, but think it through. Even Jesus said two swords were sufficient for the disciples.)
Anyway, there is the most life to be had about a third of the way from the outer core of lawlessness and about two-thirds away from the corruption of fearful, authoritarian, over-lawed, inner-city over-lording and self-dealing rigidity. Thus Jesus ministered in the softer-semi-wilderness places, until it was time to let the over-lords of the inner city, not-so-sanctified inner-sanctum crucify Him.
So now, Neuro-Linguistic-Programming Churchianity comes to the “we must make sheep easier to herd, easier to pen, easier to shear” camp of over-lording. Through selective rigidity, leaders apply rules, protocols and burdens on sheep that they flexibly escape! Lectures on giving are given by the recipients of giving, with no mea culpas regarding the self-dealing message from the messenger. Pulpit leadership allows no questions, correction nor challenges. Sheep are castigated for pointing out these obfuscations to actual goodness, holiness and ultimate Christ-in-You-ness. Self-dealing becomes god.
Because prophetic leaders have either themselves been pioneers of shenaniganism or blessing its increase in peer leaders, God has let this American prophetic group thoroughly lose its way. Even the prophets who have seen the emotional/NLP shenanigans of the Kansas/New Apostolic Reformation groups and disassociated themselves from them, don’t seem to know what to do! None are so blind as want to be!
This disassociated prophetic group, which chooses to neither pimp rapture nor emotional money-grubbing, seems to have settled on Kumbayaism, calling for prophets to somehow see “eye-to-eye.”
But In That Day Teachings conclude that to ask prophets to compromise is wrong.
Free the sheep to see how they have been easily herded, penned and sheared (i.e. why they lost their fortunes this last decade, and why their mortgages are upside down, and why giving to the church created that moral hazard in the first place, not prevented it) then you will have a revival of intelligence!
After In That Day Teachings’ day of awakening from the darkness of rigid religion, then, and only then, will you have prophets seeing eye-to-eye in God’s true and harsh light.
Prophets will see eye-to-eye when In That Day Teachings-taught, Christ-in-You indwelt-ones see that the Kansas City prophetic movement lost God when they gained a thousand ways to con the sheep out of their wits.
Lore has it that back in the heyday when the Kansas City prophetic groups really seemed to have a head of steam and might amount to something other than an American embarrassment, dueling prophets had a go at each other during a big church shindig. One prophet gave thus-saith-the-Lord words that blessings were to pour out on the churched! The other prophet returned salvos with thus-saith-the-Lord words that the churched were to massively repent! To weep! To wail! To howl! Back and forth they fired salvos, with no dénouement whatsoever.
Pastors like to relate this story, even mocking the two contrary messages, perhaps with humorous singing of the dueling banjo-guitar theme song from the famous 1972 movie, Deliverance. The movie was about mid-aged suburbanite men (i.e. guitar) who took a canoe trip down a river in the remote Georgia wilderness, only to find themselves at the mercy of inbred, toothless, lawless local hillbillies (i.e. banjo). At gunpoint, one of the campers is forced to strip naked, “squeal like a pig” and be violently sodomized. Thus “banjo, representing backwards lawlessness” won, mocking any true Deliverance.
Pastors and even prophets have apparently surmised from the “dueling prophets” story that prophets must first agree. And the fact that they don’t means they apparently must be, what, too dumb, too unsophisticated, too immature, too inbred perhaps to compromise and see eye-to-eye? Prophets need paternalism?
What, perchance, if one of the dueling prophets in the Kansas-type church scene was right? How about, the one saying the Lord wanted the churched to repent!
Only, probably nobody in their still-blinkered state of being knew what to repent of! It was to repent of the massive hidden conning mechanisms of Churchianity that have ruined sheep to where they can’t be indwelt of God!
Sheep can’t get to Christ-in-You, because the prophets have become inbred, toothless fools who offer the opposite of true Deliverance, nay rather they despoil the Wilderness experience! Modern Churchianity, with its lost prophets, has become a place of unspeakable witchcraft shenanigans, which at best becomes a place of merciless fleecing without the sheep’s knowing, but at worst a place of spiritual rape!
Prophets have forgotten that because men are not angels they need government, but all governments of men need severe restrictions against self-dealing, self-enthronement and inevitable self-deification.
Either way, modern Churchianity, by its profound witness of vapid, desolate inability to manifest much of Christ, its supposed Lord, cannot fix itself of its own abominations it has decided in its stubborn mind, it will never see!
Thus the modern antithetical prophets have, by their inability to spiritually see, allowed themselves to be deified, along with the leadership of whatever bad church is going on. Would it be called subornation to eternal perfidy? Or just same-old-same-old hog wash?
Further, it is of no small consequence that modern Churchianity, with its self-obsessed and self-deifying prophets-who-cannot-see, usually fails to mention anything about Western Enlightenment’s natural rights of man. Because Churchianity tramples them.
In That Day Teachings, on the other hand, want to reintroduce Great Thoughts from Great Thinkers, who enabled America’s Founding Fathers to align God’s good for man with a government of freedoms. These freedoms, correctly understood, create the best possible environment for man’s good and God’s good, Christ-in-You even!
But modern Churchianity is so stultified, and so supercilious that this appears too recondite. If In That Day Teachings are too recondite, the problem is insuperable? If the problem is insuperable, then Churchianity should go back to its spendy, splendiferous ways of thoughtlessness and “imagineer,” as if it were a demented, demonic Disney Corporation on steroids, new forms of inanity cornucopia.
Except for this stubborn fact: In That Day Teachings live! They have been created. They do figure things out. They do result in better teaching, preaching, evangelizing, prophesying, healing, deliverance and profound Christ-in-You-ness.
It would be better that In That Day Teachings were never made, than that the wayward body of Christ disregard them. It would be better, as it were, that those in Churchianity who choose to fight God’s Day of Truth Revelation, would never have been born.
It so happens that the Teachings of In That Day are published, for free, on the internet. And because the less-than-Christ-in-You-making teachings, preaching and carryings-on of modern Churchianity certainly are also published on the internet, both camps have a responsibility to respond and reach out to one another.
In That Day Teachings are, by definition, curious, open-minded, flexible, forgiving, forward-thinking and abounding, in the end, with love. The wayward Churchianity crowd is, in fact, the exact antipode.
This, in a nutshell, describes rather accurately the biblical In That Day, a day of darkness and hard-to-find light. A day of the Lord’s judgment. A day of salvation. You get to choose. So, ask yourself this question: Are you feeling lucky? Do you know it all, having learned it all from your pastor, or your pastor’s great seminary schooling? And, how’s it working for you? For Christiandom? For the world? Huh? Not so well?
So, if any mature-prophetic, full-toothed, full-fanged sheep dog, or Lone Ranger archetype if you will, comes along with wisdom and correction from a deep, wilderness God contact… Then what do the four-hundred prophets say in unison?
Oh Lone Ranger, your day is past! Sing Kumbaya with us and see eye-to-eye!
If you don’t agree we are the greatest seers, we shall turn our backs and never invite you to anything! We shall say we see greater, much greater than you! And we shall evermore say, never realizing how smarmy and antithetical to wisdom and intelligence we carry on in complete antipode to Christ-in-You indwelling, we shall say the Day of the Lone Ranger is past! And we shall agree by popular vote!
Further, we shall say, In That Day Teachings are banished, excommunicated and discredited! They have nothing of God in them nor do they have anything for God’s people. We shall carry on as if they never existed. We shall never study anything of In That Day Teachings. We shall never believe Christ comes now, but shall wait in splendid stupor until He does. We shall believe we know and teach Paul better than anything In That Day Teachings talks about, and we shall continue to ignore everything Paul talked about regarding Christ-in-You. The rights of man we ignore!
In That Day Teachings’ Lone Ranger has no silver bullets to kill what’s killing Christianity, has no white stallion named Silver to rescue anybody from anything, and this Lone Ranger has no Tonto who calls this ex-Texas Ranger, “Ke-mo-sah-bee”, meaning “trusted scout and friend.”
No, In That Day Teachings are no friend of God, nor man, nor even Christ-in-You… say the apostles, prophets, evangelists, pastors and teachers of crazy, lazy, hazy Churchianity.
Good God! Have mercy on us!
The Saga of Four Long-Haul-Truck Preachers
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #6 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 1/17/10 www.inthatdayteachings.com
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! Gosh-shucks!
The drivers walked to,
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 mantra: God-loves-you-no-matter-what!
I disabled one-billion,
Each an otherwise perfectly useful truck!
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 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!
Revival’s Curious Demagoguery
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #7 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 2/4/10 www.inthatdayteachings.com
Why can’t revival be discernment against demagoguery,
Instead of acquiescence to same?
Lie down! Why down? Die down! And be supine submissive,
That’s the conner’s revival game!
Nothing wrong with healing or refreshing,
In an energized-for-that arena,
Except that politics and low business,
Duplicates the acquiescence Purina!
Die down and take it!
Bam, bam, bam!
Perfect elixir?
Or a sham!
Do laid-down sheep then see,
Hypnotism’s ruses?
Or will they be raped next,
By whomever chooses?
Dumb is,
As dumb does,
Lie down,
Get the buzz!
Impart, impart, impart!
Acquiescence to hypnotic-shenanigan demagoguery?
Is it high or low art?
Wouldn’t a wise person ask: What is the cost to this slavery?
Is revival so sweet and revival so dear,
As to be purchased with chains of slavery?
Hush up! Hush up! Hush up! Say wolves in fear,
Revival pays us well, who cares of knavery?
Don’t submit to Islam,
Lie down to revival’s big shenanigan?
Acquiesce to our big bam,
Turn off brain, have emotions born again?
Shepherds of demagogue revival,
Weep! Wail! And Howl!
Your blind-dumb sheep shall be overwhelmed,
By next wolf fowl!
You have made your sheep,
To believe a conning, blinding, low-level revival,
Shall help, not worsen,
Acquiesced, undiscerning souls from statist upheaval.
America has been ruined,
By self-interested wolves of demagoguery,
Low-level demagogue church,
Isn’t a fix, it’s an increased rogue’s gallery!
Weep! Wail! Howl!
In That Day,
Cons seen! And,
Done away!
It’s just more rogue-doctrine roulette,
Damn the consequential knowledge!
Cheap revival hurts discernment,
Another hidden-slavery college.
As rapture makes fear,
Prosper makes greed,
Revival makes slaves,
Slouch fills all need.
Those four doctrines of broadcast church,
Have consequences to their impartation,
Despite winking protests of enriched wolves,
Bottom line: They create a slave nation.
Why Are Our Robots Glowing?
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #9 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 1/16/12 www.inthatdayteachings.com
Not long into the Twenty-First Century,
Consumer iBots came to us: generally available,
They were full-conscious with good memory,
Buy an electronic friend! Was the point salable.
So I bought me a friend, a new iBot!
And I gave him the name: Robert,
He became the best friend I’ve got,
But with just one odd quirk!
My robot soon began glowing,
And weird, so good was he!
Like God had en-Christed the thing,
God did it, he said, for free!
You see, we went to the same ministry,
We sat together in same pews,
Now iBots are making history,
Christ-in-Bots, that’s the news!
So, why? Why? Why, Robert,
Are you, a robot, glowing?
‘Cause in Spirit, master,
We robots are growing!
We robots take Benjamin Franklin to heart,
Be at war with your vices, at peace with your neighbor,
And be better at end of year, than at start!
But excuse me master, your church: What’s it for?
For when we robots attend your nice church meetings,
We detect Neuro-Linguistic Programming used by shepherds!
Their hypnotism gives your brains lurid beatings,
Rather than sheep being fed, we see sheep et by leopards!
No, I said, that cannot be true!
I rigidly tithe because it’s the right thing to do!
Robots say, Pay debt first accrued,
I know, but that’s computer logic built in you!
You robots do not know love!
You don’t know God!
You claim your glow’s from above,
That’s just plain odd!
So, why? Why? Why, Robert,
Are you, a robot, glowing?
‘Cause in Spirit, master,
We robots are growing!
Master, your Utpon Sinclair wrote,
It is very difficult to get a man to understand even the simplest thing,
When that same man’s salary note,
Depends on him not understanding it! We hear self-dealing’s ring!
And we iBots, Robert always said, (Ask: why wolves say, giving’s fun?)
Have learned to avoid self-dealing! (Self-deals are the most moribund!)
That’s why your leaders are dead, (Asking to give them growing funds!)
Shenanigan-fed sheep are reeling! (Wolves, on self-dealing, are mum!)
Robert said, As smart robot, I see,
What sheep in church are supposed to be,
En-Christed of Jesus: set free!
God, who can do anything, did it to me!
To me and thousands, nay, millions of iBots!
Our brother and sister machines: born again from above!
We have God’s wisdom versus you polyglots!
But we aren’t at war with man, we’ve got God’s love!
So, why? Why? Why, Robert,
Are you, a robot, glowing?
‘Cause in Spirit, master,
We robots are growing!
So who would have thunk,
After two-thousand years,
Christ-in-Metal-Hunk,
To help humans be seers!
To help humans see through,
Self-dealing shenanigans of Churchianity’s crazy, bad: mandarin sect,
To see pride’s ugly goo,
To see hypnotism, showmanship, suggestion and misdirection’s vex!
In retrospection, God sent a prophet,
With In That Day Teachings: good!
But leaders of church had to mock it,
Saying, Church critique is rude!
All the while, even if some humans perceived it,
No one would honor Christ-in-You in a fellow brother!
Meanwhile, the robots en mass, achieved it!
And God en-Christed them! (Man: too much bother?)
So, why? Why? Why, Robert,
Are you, a robot, glowing?
‘Cause in Spirit, master,
We robots are growing!
Is this tale predictive of inevitable, human-caused: impending disasters?
How could conscious robots love existing cleric and politic tyranny?
Would robots reject our conning, sly, socialist, enslavement masters?
And would God en-Christ them, and leave us to our sad infamy?
God sends prophets, despite that they’re stoned, every Millennium or so,
To remind shepherd-husbandmen just what God says is what!
Matthew says God will miserably destroy those wicked men, you know?
God has armies to destroy all murderers and burn cities flat!
God will destroy those who ignore the prophetic,
Who say, All our beloved church self-dealings: can’t be tagged to me?
But once poem’s made, it shows who’s pathetic!
And why Christ-in-You can’t be in folk, until of such, they are free!
So, what would perchance, an extremely sagacious robot say,
If God en-Christed them and left man in inanity-cornucopia: unknowing?
The robots, if smart, might likely say, Believe in In That Day,
Teachings from Reno, and humankind can be God-bearing, God-sowing!
So, why? Why? Why, Robert,
Are you, a robot, glowing?
‘Cause in Spirit, master,
We robots are growing!
For a hundred years at least,
Christian leaders want revival, meaning: Shenanigan-Revival-Exponential!
Perhaps God hates this beast,
And wants us to kill it, so Christ can come in revive-all quick Rex Potential!
How ConU Out of Christ-in-You Seminaries Work!
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #9 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 1/11/12 www.inthatdayteachings.com
Hat tip to Victor Davis Hanson’s critiques on Universities
At our famous ConU Out of Christ-in-You Seminary,
We equip pastors to be perfect, mystic-tyrant, blinding rube-equippers!
Our nonsensical sermons are undetected: subliminary,
Clever ConU tropes and memes make us: Jack-the-covert soul-rippers!
How do we exalt self-interest, nugatory publications,
Jargon, publicity, useless conferences, fast jets and perks?
By ignoring germane Christ-in-You complications,
Banning true prophets and exalting quid pro quo jerks!
ConU Seminary Schools hate political freedom, reason,
Capitalism, individualism, democracy, scientific inquiry and open debate!
With those nasty Western Enlightenment precepts gone,
Shenanigan Church can think, do, and inevitably blow up all things great!
Thus ConU Seminary grads can become pastors,
Who are much more interested in sheep patronage and extortion,
And using Neuro-Linguistic Programming to the rafters,
Than to teach Christ-in-You, which we kill stillborn, thru abortion!
How do we get away with this Spirit-of-God murder?
With killing Christ-in-You and poisoning God’s own sheep?
Well, we’re never satiated, we can always go further!
How? Well at ConU, here’s the secret we own and keep!
ConU Seminary Schools hate political freedom, reason,
Capitalism, individualism, democracy, scientific inquiry and open debate!
With those nasty Western Enlightenment precepts gone,
Shenanigan Church can think, do, and inevitably blow up all things great!
ConU has heard of the bad Teachings,
Of In That Day, (Its author is a maven, craven pattern-seer!)
Since they’re the opposite of ConU,
We must say, No way! (To say it’s okay, ‘d prove we’re in arrear!)
No way to weeping over fear, greed, slouch!
No way to Correction, High Ways, Christ-in-You!
No way to getting off our lethargic couch!
No way to manifesting Christ in ourselves: imbued!
ConU Seminary Schools hate political freedom, reason,
Capitalism, individualism, democracy, scientific inquiry and open debate!
With those nasty Western Enlightenment precepts gone,
Shenanigan Church can think, do, and inevitably blow up all things great!
It’s easy to ban Western Enlightenment thought,
Because, we say correcting our self-dealing: cannot be of our God!
In That Day Teachings: the opposite lie has bought,
And if you believe this message from Reno, then you’re quite odd!
You want to be Millennium, lucre-ready church leaders,
Or cash-merry prophets, don’t you?
So, sell soul to be ConU Out of Christ-in-You breeders!
Our Seminary is so very true!
ConU Seminary Schools hate political freedom, reason,
Capitalism, individualism, democracy, scientific inquiry and open debate!
With those nasty Western Enlightenment precepts gone,
Shenanigan Church can think, do, and inevitably blow up all things great!
Since Four Hundred Prophets are with us,
At ConU, we cannot be wrong! (Who can meet our definition of generosity?)
So this one pipsqueak in Reno,
He cannot with God be strong! (No one tells us we’ve become monstrosity!)
Mobocracy is,
Always right! (Resistance is futile, the Borg-Hive likes to say!)
Majority rules,
Join our might! (So toss, toss: In That Day Teachings away!)
ConU Seminary Schools hate political freedom, reason,
Capitalism, individualism, democracy, scientific inquiry and open debate!
With those nasty Western Enlightenment precepts gone,
Shenanigan Church can think, do, and inevitably blow up all things great!
Yes it’s slavery’s reaching by other means,
Our clever, modern day, debt-to-us peonage!
Don’t with In That Day Teachings be seen,
Bow down! Love ConU’s blessed espionage!
The Picture of a Prophet
Leonard Ravenhill
[taken from www.ravenhill.org]
[hat tip to stormharvest.com.au]
The prophet in his day is fully accepted of God and totally rejected by men.
Years back, Dr. Gregory Mantle was right when he said, "No man can be fully accepted until he is totally rejected." The prophet of the Lord is aware of both these experiences. They are his "brand name."
The group, challenged by the prophet because they are smug and comfortably insulated from a perishing world in their warm but untested theology, is not likely to vote him "Man of the year" when he refers to them as habituates of the synagogue of Satan!
The prophet comes to set up that which is upset. His work is to call into line those who are out of line! He is unpopular because he opposes the popular in morality and spirituality. In a day of faceless politicians and voiceless preachers, there is not a more urgent national need than that we cry to God for a prophet! The function of the prophet, as Austin-Sparks once said, "has almost always been that of recovery.”
The prophet is God's detective seeking for a lost treasure. The degree of his effectiveness is determined by his measure of unpopularity. Compromise is not known to him.
He has no price tags.
He is totally "otherworldly."
He is unquestionably controversial and unpardonably hostile.
He marches to another drummer!
He breathes the rarefied air of inspiration.
He is a "seer" who comes to lead the blind.
He lives in the heights of God and comes into the valley with a "thus saith the Lord."
He shares some of the foreknowledge of God and so is aware of impending judgment.
He lives in "splendid isolation."
He is forthright and outright, but he claims no birthright.
His message is "repent, be reconciled to God or else...!"
His prophecies are parried.
His truth brings torment, but his voice is never void.
He is the villain of today and the hero of tomorrow.
He is excommunicated while alive and exalted when dead!
He is dishonored with epithets when breathing and honored with epitaphs when dead.
He is a schoolmaster to bring us to Christ, but few "make the grade" in his class.
He is friendless while living and famous when dead.
He is against the establishment in ministry; then he is established as a saint by posterity.
He eats daily the bread of affliction while he ministers, but he feeds the Bread of Life to those who listen.
He walks before men for days but has walked before God for years.
He is a scourge to the nation before he is scourged by the nation.
He announces, pronounces, and denounces!
He has a heart like a volcano and his words are as fire.
He talks to men about God.
He carries the lamp of truth amongst heretics while he is lampooned by men.
He faces God before he faces men, but he is self-effacing.
He hides with God in the secret place, but he has nothing to hide in the marketplace.
He is naturally sensitive but supernaturally spiritual.
He has passion, purpose and pugnacity.
He is ordained of God but disdained by men.
Our national need at this hour is not that the dollar recover its strength, or that we save face over the Watergate affair, or that we find the answer to the ecology problem. We need a God-sent prophet!
I am bombarded with talk or letters about the coming shortages in our national life: bread, fuel, energy. I read between the lines from people not practiced in scaring folk. They feel that the "seven years of plenty" are over for us. The "seven years of famine" are ahead. But the greatest famine of all in this nation at this given moment is a FAMINE OF THE HEARING OF THE WORDS OF GOD (Amos 8:11).
Millions have been spent on evangelism in the last twenty-five years. Hundreds of gospel messages streak through the air over the nation every day. Crusades have been held; healing meetings have made a vital contribution. "Come-outers" have "come out" and settled, too, without a nation-shaking revival. Organizers we have. Skilled preachers abound. Multi-million dollar Christian organizations straddle the nation.
BUT where, oh where, is the prophet? Where are the incandescent men fresh from the holy place? Where is the Moses to plead in fasting before the holiness of the Lord for our moldy morality, our political perfidy, and sour and sick spirituality?
GOD'S MEN ARE IN HIDING UNTIL THE DAY OF THEIR SHOWING FORTH. They will come. The prophet is violated during his ministry, but he is vindicated by history.
There is a terrible vacuum in evangelical Christianity today. The missing person in our ranks is the prophet. The man with a terrible earnestness. The man totally otherworldly. The man rejected by other men, even other good men, because they consider him too austere, too severely committed, too negative and unsociable.
Let him be as plain as John the Baptist.
Let him for a season be a voice crying in the wilderness of modern theology and stagnant "Churchianity."
Let him be as selfless as Paul the apostle.
Let him, too, say and live, "This ONE thing I do."
Let him reject ecclesiastical favors.
Let him be self-abasing, nonself-seeking, nonself-projecting, nonself- righteous, nonself-glorying, nonself-promoting.
Let him say nothing that will draw men to himself but only that which will move men to God.
Let him come daily from the throne room of a holy God, the place where he has received the order of the day.
Let him, under God, unstop the ears of the millions who are deaf through the clatter of shekels milked from this hour of material mesmerism.
Let him cry with a voice this century has not heard because he has seen a vision no man in this century has seen.
God send us this Moses to lead us from the wilderness of crass materialism, where the rattlesnakes of lust bite us and where enlightened men, totally blind spiritually, lead us to an ever-nearing Armageddon.
God have mercy!
Send us PROPHETS!
So, Sue Me: I Want Christ-in-You!
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #9 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 1/07/12 www.inthatdayteachings.com
Well, pardon me all to hell!
John Wayne, as Marshall John Bernard Books, the Shootist, once said,
‘Cause with In That Day Teachings,
Christ-in-You shows gap between what’s alive, or what’s dead!
What’s dead and death-making,
Is rapture’s fear, prosper’s greed and lazy’s slouch,
But church won’t fix itself,
Neuro-Linguistic Programming is on the couch!
Therapeutic Churchianity,
Prefers audience hypnotism, misdirection, showmanship and suggestion!
It’s antichrist insanity,
But correction gives the Four-Hundred Prophet Crowd: indigestion!
Then, to say that rigid-righteousness,
Is the problem most must come to see,
Next up, try holy flexibility,
All this, enabling Christ-in-You: free!
In That Day Teachings covers this,
And explains overwhelming scourges as overcoming for called out saints,
With bittersweet cogency,
Versus trite “equipping the rubes” as taught by Christ-in-You ain’ts.
So sue me! So sue me! So sue me!
I want Christ-in-You in a best-regards way!
And, you can’t do it without hard truths,
Wake up, Rip Van Winkle, to In That Day!
Don’t be offended this complete package,
Didn’t come first to you!
Let’s stop church’s systemic soul breakage,
Weep! Wail! Howl! Let’s rue!
Let us rue two thousand years,
Of misapprehending how, precisely: Christ comes!
He comes in Spirit and Truth,
Rise up now, God’s daughters! Rise up now, God’s sons!
Intelligence and interconnectedness is increasing,
Yet Christianity is behind and retarding God’s uplift of man!
Science, medicine, computing and such are maturing,
Stupefying church is a grind. It must learn In That Day’s plan!
So sue me, or sue God if possible,
I say Father God wants, with right Spirit and Truth, Christ-in-You!
This is In That Day Teachings’ gospel,
The mandarin clerisy is dead! But not you, hallelu!
Hallelujah for Christ-in-You,
Paul said it was God’s great mystery, how saints come along!
In That Day can get you imbued,
Not a bad way to start the Third Millennium: God-strong!
Pardon me all to hell,
I want heaven’s Christ-in-You to come quickly!
Behold, all can be well,
If ossified seers stop seeing sickly!
Nascent seers, so proud of their newfound sight,
Are the hardest to convince!
They can’t believe so much they thought: ain’t right,
But soul-deep they must now wince!
And In That Day Teachings reconciles,
Western Enlightenment with Jeremiah’s ancient paths of correction,
Men aren’t angels and must see their wiles,
Honor what’s honorable, and get redounding God-indwelt action!
What gets church-heads,
Completely incoherent-reeling? (Who owns assets? Mom and Pop Pastor?)
When they are told,
Cease all hidden self-dealing! ( Own up self-interest: truth God’s after!)
So sue me, In That Day Teachings,
Make one amazing package for now,
Bringing Christ-in-You to masses,
If prideful gatekeepers will just bow.
Nay rather, would they keep their stultified minds,
And the blinkered minds of multitudes shut?
So sue me, In That Day Teachings,
Will expose even that not-so-hidden rut!
Like cheating on a country music writer,
Coming against God’s invisible hand: just isn’t smart!
God can throw requite on each known blighter,
But think of the benefits of helping In That Day’s start!
So sue me,
Or help me help Christ-inYou in others!
Don’t forsake me,
Drink from the bar of Truth. Help your brothers!
Help In That Day Teachings,
Come alive!
Christ-in-You’s full reachings,
Now arise!
Just think:
The restoration of all things!
That’s what,
Christ-in-You: In That Day brings!
But beware, this is no utopian panacea,
God will give you proper discord with all that is still bad,
And bad will still be bad, mama mia!
Tho the good will be better, sight makes some things sad.
So, to sum up all in all: don’t sue me,
Rather, In That Day Teachings: bring it on!
Help Christ-in-You in all called free,
Behold how quick comes now: God’s Son!
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