Above all, a good heaven, Beneath all, a good foundation, In all, a good God.
Apostolic Strength!
In That Day Teachings
by Robert Winkler Burke
(Who Offers Four Teaching Books, See Contact/Orders Page)
Reno, Nevada U.S.A.
"There are a thousand hacking at the branches of evil to one who is striking at the root." -- Henry D. Thoreau
Prophetic meat!
9/30/09
My Royal Oil of Enlightenment
By Robert Winkler Burke
Of inthatdayteachings.com
Copyright 9/30/09
I am your crypto-tribal king,
Prostrate! And kiss my ring!
I am loyal and deferent to my own,
Give! All you’ve got to my throne!
As your king, I give whom I deign worthy perks,
Agree, agree, agree: How now a republic works!
And I eat my enemy’s flesh,
All who don’t with me mesh!
I am smarter than you by virtue of my lordly gilded chair,
Obey, obey, obey!Because I prodigalize with much care!
I care to teach you: To my persona be loyal,
And you might earn a drop of my royal oil!
My royal oil fixes quagmires in your brain,
Like rights unalienable you thought remain!
Au contraire, the noblest modern achievement for mankind,
Is to allege your soul to mystic tyranny and tribalism divine!
I AM your mesmerizing tribal chief, mystic tyranny entwined,
No better god on earth will you in life be ever blessed to find!
Abandon hope, all ye who enter this New Old Age,
Better yet reason, and you’ll be the king’s own sage!
Or jester, as king I claim: Itreally matters not which,
When history’s greats for pissants have been switched!
Have Faith
By Robert Winkler Burke
Of inthatdayteachings.com
Copyright 9/28/09
Have faith,
In what you do,
As you,
Do what is true.
Big or little,
Growing heaven’s the game.
Have faith,
In truly, truly,
It is,
Your duty, duty.
Expanding heaven,
Is now become your name.
The Trouble with Exceptionalism
By Robert Winkler Burke
Of inthatdayteachings.com
Copyright 9/28/09
Americais a country founded,
On republic principles true and free,
It makes the country exceptional,
Which causes trouble for you and me.
Exceptionalism won’t work,
For the modern relativist man,
Who disbelieves good or evil,
In the dead or still able to stand.
Exceptionalism is particularly,
Hard to take,
If you must honor one with whom,
Bread you break.
Exceptionalism, like Christ-indwelling,
Reveals pride in beholders all,
When we can’t honor whom honor is due,
But join the lesser cabal.
The lesser cabal has pre-figured conditions all,
Pre-figured out on the hoof,
Disconnected from man, God and man-in-God,
Ever desolate, bereft, aloof.
Ever wrong are hypocrite absolutists who,
Can’t live with what is or has been ever right,
Confused, conflicted blinkered, even hooded,
Are proud good-deniers in much need of light.
A Day of Rest, In That Day
By Robert Winkler Burke
Of inthatdayteachings.com
Copyright 9/25/09
A day of rest,
Or day of zest,
It’s all,
The same to me.
Trying to help,
The blind to see,
In That Day,
Of infamy!
A day of rest,
Or a day of zest,
I ask who,
Has soul steady?
Who, In That Day,
Of God’s,
Wrath and light,
Cares to really be?
Who, In That Day,
Is getting free?
Those only,
With eyes to see!
God!Help the,
Sighted blind,
Unmindful,
Mind: to be!
Ask:How Are You Going to Screw Me?
By Robert Winkler Burke
Of inthatdayteachings.com
Copyright 9/24/09
How are you going to screw me?
Is a rude, but sometimes good question to ask,
When your money parts wallet,
To obtain a nebulous, indirect, or blessed task.
How are you going to screw me?
Ask: When you contribute to a church,
Will preacher say he can’t control God,
Or guarantee you’ll never be in a lurch?
How are you going to screw me?
Ask: When you loan to a fellow,
Will he say he might not pay back,
And make your capital fallow?
How are you going to screw me?
Ask: When you elect statists,
Will they say they’re not helpers,
Of victims, but rapists?
How are you going to screw me?
Ask: Of educators in your school,
Will they ask you to ask this question,
To prevent, not make, being fool?
How are you going to screw me?
Ask: The practical poet of this ditty,
And he’ll confess he cruelly exaggerates,
To show self-interest costs plenty.
How are you going to screw me?
Ask:The sly news-entertainment cabal,
Will they confess they oft are liars,
Making spiritual-mental slaves all?
How are you going to screw me?
Ask: The seers selling their sight wares,
Will they say, In the mind battle,
Truth screws lies to rid souls of tares?
Who Uses Useful Idiots?
By Robert Winkler Burke
Of inthatdayteachings.com
Copyright 9/22/09
Who uses useful idiots,
Who can, via dumbed down process, be controlled?
Big idiot demagogues,
Signing their blood to the Devil:Our souls are sold!
Who uses useful idiots?
The so-called Christian shenanigan preachers!
They use, without detection,
Mesmerizing wiles as purse-pocket reachers.
Who uses useful idiots?
Politicians demanding ever increased taxes!
Beggar thy neighbor, they say,
Never hacking out corrupt roots with axes.
Who uses useful idiots?
The corrupt, unionized, self-serving educators!
They teach mice to love cats,
As robotic Western Enlightenment Terminators.
Who uses useful idiots?
The pabulum news-entertainment empty headlings!
Countless hours showing,
Countless hours are best spent on countless things.
Who uses useful idiots?
Big business in collusion with the rest,
Religion, government and media,
Agree with impunity: They all know best!
They know that there are no higher truths,
For mankind’s good discovered yet,
They keep us in low-orbit thought control,
How can billionaire be, without idiot?
Who uses useful idiots?
In fact, God uses these masters of sorcery,
Mystic tyrants they are,
For man to fight and rise above: To be free!
Useful idiots are then useful,
In ways that make us smile,
God shows us how proud we are,
To be humble, not vile.
The problem then with users,
Of their useful idiots,
Grandee users become brain dead,
Stupid is as it begets!
And we’ve all been useful idiots,
To some tyrant or the other,
Better yet to forgive, forgive!
With God and man: be lover.
Violence against idiocy,
Is rarely anything but idiotic,
The way to break the chains,
Is to be God-smart patriotic.
A fool believes in foolish things,
And brings upon all the storm,
The trick is to be beyond wise,
And make beyond love the norm.
Beyond love is sacrifice,
I will bet you did not want to hear that!
Neither do the users of,
Useful idiots: They keep such under hat.
Anything noble, anything grand,
Anything high above this good life,
Users of useful idiots all around,
Deny, deny: Substituting vain strife.
Why does God allow such masked slavery,
Cruel usage and hidden poverty of thought?
Because God knows what you are made of,
His breath, His image: His child not forgot!
A Republic, If You Can Keep It
By Robert Winkler Burke
Of inthatdayteachings.com
Copyright 9/22/09
Outside Independence Hall when the Constitutional Convention of 1787 ended, Mrs. Powel of Philadelphia asked Benjamin Franklin, "Well, Doctor, what have we got, a republic or a monarchy?" With no hesitation whatsoever, Franklin responded, "A republic, if you can keep it."
What happens when a republic,
Becomes a corrupt democracy?
As a man thinks, and that nation,
So he is, and so that nation be!
At core, is a man at peace,
With himself, others and how the world is?
Or is he feeling inferior, done in,
Or the opposite, on top in guilty hubris?
The inferior-superiors,
Are the mother of troubles,
The at-peace-with-all,
Are the republic’s brothers.
So for two hundred years,
Republics have shown the way,
Only for over and under lords,
Of malaise to deceive the day.
The over and under despot cultures,
Breed vice and corruption,
Blaming republic rule-of-law governance,
As their grievance connection.
Always the cry is,
They did something unfair to us,
Always the cry is,
Beggar the neighbors to us bless!
The neighbors are any not,
Poor or lords of lunacy in charge,
The neighbors are made poor,
That only lords of lunacy loom large.
Amazing this idiocy happens now,
In modern republic nations,
Only great, horrific, unbearable pain,
Brings corrupt to foundations.
Our foundations are built,
Upon eternal hope, freedom and liberty,
Not one lord class perking lesser,
Who needs hell, when we can be free?
Only great pain,
Of epic proportions,
Shall stop evil lords,
Begetting more whore’s sons.
In That Day of pain,
When many will see the light,
Lords be gone again,
Republic freed, wrongs made right.
Hallelujah for God’s patience,
And letting us by example see,
How close we are to heaven,
Or hell our nations by choice be.
America, (in Need of) the Beautiful (Treatment)
By Robert Winkler Burke
Of inthatdayteachings.com
Copyright 9/21/09
For one hundred years progressives,
Have inculcated a mobocracy to steer,
For one hundred years progressives,
Have created dumbed-down ears to hear.
Over culture lords of lunacy have taught,
The underclass of lack,
The best way for them to get freedom is,
To middle class attack.
It’s insane, this relative progressive reasoning,
At core against Western Enlightenment,
Nevertheless, through corrupt public education,
The underclass has been en-frightened.
The under culture has been thoroughly frightened,
By believing over culture theo-economic gurus,
Who say the middle culture are racist, greed-bigots,
Out to make the under culture’s dreams boohoos.
So that now if reason, the U.S. Constitution,
And enlightenment prevailed,
The under culture might have some kind of civil war,
To get liberty derailed!
Easily mesmerized by despot demagogues,
Commissars have taught the under culture its idiotic fears,
Over lords give us now this horrible future,
Not alabaster, not gleaming, not undimmed by human tears.
America’s under culture,
Abused for so long by its over culture lothario,
Must lose its abusive lover,
And the lie that self-restraint isn’t the way to go.
Good God! What will it take in our land,
To disabuse the over culture and under culture its lies?
Beautifying pains, pains and more pains,
Ever as always make truth live, while its nemesis dies.
Get ready for pains, America,
America the beautiful,
To show the world its crowning future,
In, through and to truth: dutiful.
Where Will the Virtuous Come From?
By Robert Winkler Burke
Of inthatdayteachings.com
Copyright 9/20/09
In today’s intellectual mess,
Where will the virtuous come from?
Though school, church and culture,
Are much befouled, here’s the truth, son.
The virtuous will perhaps and behold come,
From dojo, religious mojo and schools of no-know,
From dojo, to Systema’s fine Russian Martial Art,
From religious mojo, to In That Day’s start,
From no-know, to deep unto deep’s heart.
Between utopia’s too many laws,
And the licentious absence thereof,
Is liberty’s self-restrained balance,
Honoring opponents’ truth with love.
This maturity of being,
Is the fruit of short-sighted institutions,
That birth, surprise-quick,
Rebel students, steeled for restitutions.
The restoration of all things,
Is thus truly at hand,
When man stops enslaving man,
Just because he can.
The slightly wiser have been,
Enslaving the slightly less wise for years,
Now comes the more virtuous,
Stopping over lords of mind rape and tears.
The slightly wiser are entrenched,
With billions at their side,
Their plan: Make the less wise dumber,
And beat the wiser-than-them’s hide.
The slightly wiser, in power,
Have no fear of truth, nor any man,
They will be surprised by fear,
And plans no carnal mind can understand.
Truth wins, lies lose,
Is what happens In That Day,
None else matters,
Despite what the slight-wise say.
Again: Truth wins and lies lose,
What profit in this?
Grandees’ power dies, sheep thrive,
True prophets in bliss.
Eliding into Eternity, Not
By Robert Winkler Burke
Of inthatdayteachings.com
Copyright 9/18/09
Eliding into eternity,
Obfuscation rules the day,
Nothing really matters,
Elusive: whatever we say.
We vote for our pastors and politicians,
And send tithes to cable TV,
We figure thus to be enlightened,
Our give-to-get charity.
Our pastors con us with softball pitches,
Everything for our deaf, collective ear itches,
Never thinking the same ploy us bewitches,
By politic-media-Jezebel-dominion bitches.
Egalitarian eliding,
Rules us and our day,
We hate only one thing,
He who speaks truth’s way.
We elide ourselves,
About just anything,
Except of course,
Rebels of Elide King.
Perhaps some warrior group,
Dedicated to King David’s good-overcomes-evil way,
Might could drill and teach us,
Non-eliding, long-avoided, plain hard truth: In That Day.
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Why Pencils Have Erasers
By Robert Winkler Burke
Of inthatdayteachings.com
Copyright 9/16/09
Pencils have erasers,
Since we make mistakers.
God gives us forgiveness,
To disappear sin in us.
But then with others,
Erasers are bothers…
Evil done us is oft written in stone,
We can’t, no can’t, just leave it alone.
Others ask forgiveness to erase the past,
But we run to court to make it stick fast.
Taking in mercy, but giving none,
Is not the way of God’s true Son.
Sure, too many mistakes and the eraser’s rubbed off,
Just as too much sin makes justice say, Enough!
And then some are so perfect, pencil to the nub,
Not one speck of eraser is even once rubbed!
But most of us are like a Number Two Pencil,
Hoping veritas lead outpaces our dense will!
Scripture says, Judge not lest ye be judged,
Else all that you wrote or were be smudged.
You Want a New Christian Movement?
By Robert Winkler Burke
Of inthatdayteachings.com
Copyright 9/15/09
You say you want a new thing,
And you want it undaunted,
But In That Day is a new thing!
And you choose to shunt it.
Oh God! You say, a new thing,
We ever want it!
We’ll respect a new thing,
And never flaunt it!
Well then, says God, this test,
Will be it,
You must be humble enough,
To see it.
No, no! says the great,
Christian broadcast crowd,
We’ll ignore and stay,
Christian loud and proud!
Loud and proud, is it then,
You want this new thing?
Your new, yet old, godsend,
Liar’s Pride, crowned king.
It is Plane to See
By Robert Winkler Burke
Of inthatdayteachings.com
Copyright 9/15/09
It is plane to see,
Planes fly over me,
I’m too poor to,
Fly in them, see?
But one day,
People just might desire,
True food then,
Seats of planes I’ll hire.
But my food isn’t,
Plane to see,
It flies with God,
Naturally.
So I wait on ground,
Under tree,
Until I can soar,
People free.
Bird-angels are now working,
With the Holy Spirit,
Endowing branches of trees,
That truth: they can hear it.
So it is plane to see,
As this nose on my face,
God anon prepares,
Wings for the human race.
Which is why the sound of propeller,
Or the sound of jet,
In That Day is a heart-tempo thriller,
Though not flying yet.
We must fly above the clouds and earth,
But not with the usual religious pride,
But In That Day in holy, humble mirth,
Awe and patience inYahweh we ride!
When is In That Day?
By Robert Winkler Burke
Of inthatdayteachings.com
Copyright 9/12/09
From man’s perspective, carnal man that is,
In That Day of Bible is yet aways,
From holy perspective, man overcome highly,
In That Day of Bible is ever daily.
What’s this?It’s near, but far?
Well, that depends on who you are.
If you have been a saint with eyes to see,
From Adam to orbit: you live in eternity,
If you are a carnal-religious type man,
From Adam to orbit: you lie in hell’s plan.
Them that see God’s hand live in Him,
Them that don’t operate in religious sin.
For thousand s of years, for some, it’s In That Day,
For multitudes it’s still much too far away,
The unready since Cain have killed their Abels,
The worthy, since Abel, filled sacrifice tables.
Good is eternal, it makes the good immortal,
Those who are neither, can’t see God’s portal.
From God’s perspective, and of heaven’s,
In That Day is ever always now,
The true job of religious institutions then,
Is to help mankind to see somehow.
And what is In That Day but horrible yet glorious doxie?
And what is wrong with today but man’s ideas in proxy?
In That Day is obtained by man,
By according himself with God via doctrines deeply eternal,
In That Day is denied the man,
Who accords himself with lies via doctrines deeply infernal.
Thus, In That Day parallel universes are available to all,
To them who do or don’t answer deep unto deep’s call.
Oh God we pray,
They don’t sacrifice us!
That they can see,
Repent, return and bless!
In That Day is undefeatable-timeless as it plows along,
Increasing heaven’s space on earth: in man God strong.
Arise, Warriors, Arise!
By Robert Winkler Burke
Of inthatdayteachings.com
Copyright 9/11/09
Justice delayed, they say, is justice denied,
Enemies and innocents: both compromised,
Arise, warriors, arise!
From the filth, from the gutter,
From under electronic cover,
Arise, warriors, arise!
For misfits and cretin control the air waves,
Rulers void out, pollute, cave in brain staves,
Arise, warriors, arise!
Ancient Eden is, alas, in full demise,
But this thing only few can surmise,
Arise, warriors, arise!
Who’s the enemy?Who’s to debunk?
Peacenik?al-Qaeda?Heads full of junk?
Arise, warriors, arise!
Whether in distant cave or liberal enclave,
Each archetype hates the right and the brave.
Arise, warriors, arise!
One murders souls, the other reputation,
Who to nuke, or puke in holy frustration?
Arise, warriors, arise!
Let Me decide precisely what is to be,
And awaken to what We, yes We, see!
Arise, warriors, arise!
See the mess and how We handle it,
You’ll be indwelt if you don’t quit!
Arise, warriors, arise!
And stand in, with and through indivisible God,
As Our progeny in whom We then can be proud,
Arise, warriors, arise!
Behold!Eyes to see, this best of best fight,
The proof, thru you, of what forever is right!
Arise, warriors, arise!
Shall your fighting style be rigid, inflexible?
Or relaxed in truth: flexible, King Rex-able?
Arise, warriors, arise!
As I loved My many Davids, so love I you,
Now learn from before, what You in Me do!
Arise, warriors, arise!
You will not die, though many be dying,
No breakthroughs break out, without trying.
Arise, warriors, arise!
So brothers, is it literal or spiritual, this revelation?
The fearful think one, the other: one with creation.
Arise, warriors, arise!
(Note:As with all In That Day Teachings material, this is to be taken spiritually, not literally. – rwb)
What’s Good for the Goose
By Robert Winkler Burke
Of inthatdayteachings.com
Copyright 9/10/09
If what’s good for the goose,
Is good for the gander,
Then, if the gander cooks the goose,
I will tell you with candor…
That if the poor goose,
Somehow survives its cooking,
Then that gander had best,
Over shoulder be looking.
You see our geese have been cooking,
For a long, long time,
By vulture over-lord ganders,
We now see their rhyme!
And we geese patiently took it,
Beyond endurance,
Now ganders beware: greed brings,
Hell’s comeuppance.
You see, hell normally loves injustice,
But this was just too much,
Even hell now joins rank with heaven,
In this greed gander bust.
Soon geese will be happily honking,
Victory V’s in the sky,
While ganders get eliminated,
Clueless, not knowing why.
What’s hidden by treacherous men,
Will be revealed to see In That Day,
When ganders stop cooking geese,
What surprise!It turns out the other way.
So cuadillo goose-cooking ganders,
Will, in time, get what they’re due,
If burnt geese believe in just deserts,
Good God!It’s gander hullabaloo!
No Dissention in the Ranks
By Robert Winkler Burke
Of inthatdayteachings.com
Copyright 9/08/09
No dissention in the ranks?
For this, who gives thanks?
The big hairs, the dandies,
The posers, the grandees,
And their big banks!
Why no dissention at all?
That no leader shall fall?
Thank the broadcasters, front men,
The take-the-money-and-run sin,
And the over culture cabal!
Who are these masters?
These liberty blasters?
Those who’ve all agreed, that we sow to their need,
We pay tribute glad hearted, keeping what’s started,
These freedom disasters.
Who takes from us?
That we be blessed?
The brazen chosen few,
With big ego doings do,
Rape all to be richest.
Is it literal slavery?
Or mental knavery?
It matters much not,
They get what they got,
By their say-so bravery.
Reality is defined by what they say?
Nothing else matters, they say, anyway?
Forget Bible or Constitution,
So busy with cash restitution,
That the big take from the little, Hurray!
So we bend the knees of our mind,
Such that forever we on earth find,
Us evermore prostrated,
Our progeny castrated,
That moral enlightenment be thus defined?
Tell me it ain’t so,
That them with mojo,
Captured religion,
And Western reason,
No prophet saying, No!
Maybe some did,
They remain hid,
Until eyes see steady,
And ears are ready,
To cry, to flesh-die and all evil rid.
That’s what comes In That Day,
That’s what the prophets say,
A day of darkness and doom,
Each soul-room with gloom,
Except the God-indwelt fay.
The God-indwelt In That Day,
Will be glad that they did pay,
The terrible, huge price,
To know bad from nice,
The opposite of opinions-of-men lovers gay.
So What Do We Do?
By Robert Winkler Burke
Of inthatdayteachings.com
Copyright 9/08/09
So what do we do?
What do we do?
What do we do?
What do we do with In That Day Teachings,
And all that is true?
And all we now rue?
Do we make a cult,
Or a monastery,
Or big enterprise?
Do we make a program,
Or a costly seminar,
Or a tall building rise?
Do we make persons famous,
With big hair, big rings,
Big, big, big ego things?
Or do we make a circus movement,
For suckers born every minute,
To buy and sell trinket and ticket?
To do what the Big Christian Machine,
Has been doing monstrously for years,
Would only add to heaven’s sad tears.
To do In That Day Teachings right,
Is to more or less read, weep and wail,
Break ego’s crutches, and with God sail.
It is to have eyes to see,
For once and for all,
To cry, weep and ball.
It is to honestly know,
The Christian show,
Is just a show.
It is to comprehend,
Desperate people demanding quick fix,
Have been eaten like foxes with chicks.
It is to have a way up and out,
Waiting for God is a sucker’s bet,
He lives in saints who give God let.
It is to see awful truths,
Most religious operations are for posers,
Yet God works to infill our composures.
It is to become fantastically rich,
While the world thinks you’re crazy, perverted, a felon or poor,
It is to have eyes, ears, heart and ego like the world no more.
It is to realize,
You can’t force any to see what you see,
You can’t force any to be what you be.
It is to be sad,
Sadder than any other on earth,
Yet happy for all God is worth.
It is to be natural,
Happy in your skin,
To be born again.
It is to be patient,
And learn not to fuss,
Who can make God rush?
Of Mines, Mountains and Gold
By Robert Winkler Burke
Of inthatdayteachings.com
Copyright 9/06/09
I found him in an old mine,
It had caved in on him,
He was a wilderness curmudgeon,
Seeking buried gold within.
Stuck under crossbeams,
Tons of rock crushing his chest,
He spoke kindly to me though,
And told me what was best.
Look for treasure, he said,
Even if it’s not where you think it’s at,
Look for buried treasure,
And his face aglow, he died just like that.
I am like him, he is like me,
We were born with gold in our veins,
He died without finding riches,
But the fever in me remains.
That was just about fifty years ago,
I met that strange miner buried,
I’ve searched the whole world round,
To seek what’s different, varied.
Often I have chanced to meet,
Someone near dead or almost dying,
Under their load of cares they,
Say to me, Don’t quit, keep trying!
Then one day, on a mountain of snow,
It happened to me,
An avalanche surprised me quick,
I was trapped, buried!
Buried peace-like, though,
I was still alive,
Looking at an empty tomb,
I knew I arrived.
I arrived at that terrible, dark place,
I had avoided all my life,
The end of self, the end of dreams,
Eureka! I found God’srife!
A skier chanced to find me,
Under six feet of snow,
He said he was seeking gold,
I said, I know, I know.
I told him to keep looking,
For that gold buried,
It appeared to him I died,
I wasn’t worried.
Sad to say the searcher often doesn’t find,
Gold buried in a vault,
But perchance he finds a resurrected Savior,
Living within without fault.
Our living Savior lives in us,
More precious than gold,
And is found by the best seekers,
Who don’t quit or fold.
Nothing is more valuable,
Than indwelling of our living God,
Just be a never quitter,
Who believes in beating every odd.
My avalanche rescuer,
Didn’t understand all I said,
That’s how it’s supposed to be,
He thought I ended dead!
I am very much alive,
And happy as can be,
With my other adventurers,
And God in eternity.
Again, I am not dead!
But I live in a better realm,
An orb of treasure it is,
On earth-in-heaven, God at helm.
Seek ye gold, oh seekers!
But gold is not ultimate,
When you find better than,
You will not regret!
Believe, believe, believe!
Things exist better than gold,
Seek until you find,
And find before you’re old.
The price you pay is dying,
Dying to your flesh,
Wayfarers think you’re gone,
When you’re remade fresh.
Just like Jesus from His tomb,
With Him you’re born again,
The world thinks it’s a funeral,
But your tomb’s empty within!
I met a miner dying,
Who told me not to quit,
A seeker met me dying,
I gave him the same revet.
That miner didn’t die,
I was wrong to judge his flesh,
And I didn’t either,
In that day God and seeker mesh!
The Pre, Post and Ah-Shucks Charade!
By Robert Winkler Burke
Of inthatdayteachings.com
Copyright 9/06/09
Pre-tribulation, post-tribulation and a-millennialism jabberwocky examined.
Thanks to the Cowardly Lion in the Wizard of Oz, who oft said, “Ah, shucks!”
The fear-mongering millennial bucks keep coming,
They never stop here,
Focused, as they are, just on pre, post or ah-shucks,
Rapture hopes in gear.
The worriers are mad,
With these three things,
Pre, post or ah-shucks,
Missing entirely our King’s…
Our King’s desire is to manifest,
In every man, woman, child,
All we have now is Satan’s evil,
Pre, post or ah-shucks wile.
The man who now manifests Christ,
Now does so at his peril,
The pre, post or ah-shucks crowd,
Seeing not, puts him in jail!
They crucify the good or God in man,
This pre, post or ah-shucks crowd,
They drown out reason, critical thinking,
So fear-mongering they are, and loud!
Christ comes quickly,
In you and me,
If you have eyes, not fear,
To really see.
Un-briefcases of Teachings
By Robert Winkler Burke
Of inthatdayteachings.com
Copyright 9/06/09
Iwent to my local nondom church,
And much to my surprise,
Back in the library room there were,
Teachings for my surmise.
Some saint had left briefcases of tapes,
Of a fascinating broadcast preacher,
Who could say less in more time talking,
Than any other religious teacher.
I always wanted to study the tapes,
Recording this man’s word,
But when I brought them home I,
Discovered him absurd.
Never really reaching the point,
Was this man’s great hidden specialty,
So I returned the un-briefcases,
My time being short of eternity.
Beware the un-brief teacher,
Astonishing you with facts,
He captivates by obfuscation,
Give him and kin the ax.
If the idea, however complex,
Can’t be put in a poem of page or two,
You might want to move on,
Anon, to those whose cogent truth will do.
Have a Bottle of Weakness!
By Robert Winkler Burke
Of inthatdayteachings.com
Copyright 9/05/09
Joshua Chapter 1
Have a bottle of weakness, my friend,
Drink it down, down, down!
Drink that bottle of weakness, old chum,
Makes you strong, strong, strong!
I’m not talking about alcohol,
Though that’ll do,
I’m talking bad doxie, bad ideas,
Anything not true!
In America, all men are created equal, right?
No!With my bottle it is wrong!
Tax the unborn tomorrow with today’s debt,
Hands down, this beats abortion!
Have a bottle of weakness, my friend,
Drink it down, down, down!
Drink that bottle of weakness, old chum,
Makes you strong, strong, strong!
In America, we have an experiment in liberty,
No!With my bottle it’s a sham!
Our over lords lord to ruin, except themselves,
Of course, of course!What a clan!
We fought a Civil War years ago to stop slavery,
So noble was that task!
Now in modernity, insidious dogmas shackle us,
Like slaves before the mast!
Have a bottle of weakness, my friend,
Drink it down, down, down!
Drink that bottle of weakness, old chum,
Makes you strong, strong, strong!
In America, we have broadcast preachers,
Sending messages of God world round,
But the message is: Have faith in prosperity,
Of same preachers richly moribund!
In America, we have broadcast entertainment,
Or news thick with lies so profound!
Be hypnotized by its message:Sleep, sleep!
Oh ye giants, lest the ruse be found!
Have a bottle of weakness, my friend,
Drink it down, down, down!
Drink that bottle of weakness, old chum,
Makes you strong, strong, strong!
In America, that’s life then,
A reign of lies continually forecast,
How the hell it got this way,
Error loved as truth, first ever last…
How weakness is strength, up down,
Right wrong, the good hated so bad,
Has been foretold in the Bible long ago,
That those now happy, will be sad!
Have a bottle of weakness, my friend,
Drink it down, down, down!
Drink that bottle of weakness, old chum,
Makes you strong, strong, strong!
An epic day of time is coming, friends,
When true strength of spirit returns,
Prepare, brothers, prepare sisters, oh my,
When all that can be churned, churns!
What is this bottle of weakness, then,
We have been courageously drinking, drinking, drinking?
Drink more and die, or stop!Ask why and what,
Unbeknownst, hell’s had us thinking, thinking, thinking!
I Had a Seer’s Dream
By Robert Winkler Burke
Of inthatdayteachings.com
Copyright 9/01/09
I had a seer’s dream:I would,
Lead, men would follow,
I would find in popular religion,
Truth and shun the hollow.
I found truths elect in the,
Judeo-Christian realm,
Christ desires to indwell at,
The good, humble soul’s helm.
I was told to do that really well and,
To do that full,
I learned that souls must expel bad doxies,
And demons who’ll…
Who will insist on staying,
In the nominally good person’s life,
That good person who drinks,
Or brags or busies to hide his strife.
And the multitudes have decided not to follow,
Me and many of the God-indwelt kind,
So seers and God-pioneers live life alone,
With God, which the world thinks fine.
It’s all so fine,
Like a lie repeated often:
Man needs no God-indwelling,
Then oh man, beware the coffin!
This life is really quite short,
But eternity is long,
To bet on life without God,
Here and after is wrong.
Our Lovely Global Trifecta of Evil Reveals Much About Ourselves!
By Robert Winkler Burke
Of inthatdayteachings.com
Copyright 9/01/09
True-truth is revelatory not so much about others,
But in truth about weaknesses in oneself,
That’s why most true-truth is hidden in upper places,
Easily (but unwisely) left alone on shelf.
Little truths are wonderful,
And easy to know,
Easily found and consumed,
Nothing to show…
Little truths show nothing,
Weak or evil inside us,
Little truths are something,
Weaker souls can bless.
Thus, weak souls crave to be fed,
Self-serving but lying prosperity doxie,
Give-to-get works as a lie for them,
If believed, this lie (or others) with moxie.
Statism is also for weak souls,
They love the big government lie,
That over lords love under class,
Making the middle all for them buy.
Entertainment-news is also for weak souls,
Who are never taught to question,
Why big religion, government and thought control,
Is a trifecta choking every nation.
Again: Almost every nation on this earth,
Has a too-empowered, lie-loving triumvirate,
Of weak-soul-making triune thugocracy,
Over which true-truth seekers anti-jubiliate.
True-truth lovers must weep, unite,
And agree on the true-truth now plain (yet so hard) to see,
Satan and his hordes have taken,
From religion, government and culture: true liberty.
You don’t believe,
This evil trifecta exists?
Then why doesn’t one,
Warn of the evil two amiss?
Not one of three warns,
Us about the other two,
Because each takes from us,
The same soul it’s due.
The under class now demands,
No true religion exposing their love of false-shepherd soul-rapists,
The over class now provides,
No true leadership but self-enrichment, billionaire, blind statists.
The underclass pays dearly,
For all kinds of unenlightening entertainment,
Gehenna has arrived entirely,
Too few dare ask, where the hell heaven went?
The tipping point is reached,
And gone full past,
True-truth is now retarded,
Lies are sticking fast.
And what reward, pray tell, is there for true-truth?
Just this:
Jesus said your pay for being thus hated,
Is bliss.
True-truth is a reward unto itself,
Because it reveals each true seeker’s weakness,
Lie-lovers are already paid themselves,
With each lie believed comes pride, not meekness.
With pride comes error,
And with error fall,
In the end the meek stand,
All else in hell’s gall.
Pattern-Seers Ignored at Peril
By Robert Winkler Burke
Of inthatdayteachings.com
Copyright 9/01/09
It’s easy to see one thing,
One thing or another,
But to see evil patterns,
Or good, oh brother!
Well that’s really something,
Something worth noting,
The crowd hates such seers,
Crowds often voting…
Oft votes the crowd to ignore,
Stone or crucify the seer,
The seer sees the crowd to cliff,
Is getting nearer, NEARER!
The HELL you say!
Says the crowd to the prophet,
Anything you say now,
We will delight, DELIGHT to mock it!
Thus, the seer oft fails,
At this cruel and endless game,
But the cliff always wins,
When lemmings stay course same.
The most ancient pattern,
Of all, then, is this,
Crowds need love and hearken,
To true seers to get bliss.
But if cliff-bound crowds insist,
The pattern-seeing man is wrong,
Only tragic hell on earth,
And with it, pride, stays strong.
Getting Eucharist, How to be One with God
By Robert Winkler Burke
Of inthatdayteachings.com
Copyright 8/31/2009
1)Christianity is the best way to have oneness with God.
2)Study the Bible, preferably the King James Version.
3)Know what spirits you are of.
4)Be one with God in spirit and truth.
5)Truth has a special ring, resonance, power vs. lies.
6)Squelch evil spirits, emotions, thoughts when they rise up.
7)Abandon wrong doctrine, embrace good doctrine.
8)Know that evil spirits inhabit souls through legal rights to do so.
9)Foundational lies (i.e. “All men are pigs.”) vouchsafe rights of evil spirits.
10)Discover and disavow Foundational Lies at deeper and deeper layers.
11)Humility must be the roof under which all excellencies are built.
12)Jubilating in evil emotion (depression, rage, etc.) causes systemic damage.
13)Escapist doctrine is antithetical to God’s indwelling, so escape escapism.
14)Escapology includes eternal security, rapture, God-in-God’s body return, prosperity over-emphasis, prophetic jabberwocky, dispensational fear-mongering, give-to-get false hope-and-change, intellectual dry-bones obfuscation, emotional dizziness and hissy-fitting, angry preaching, soulish healing and such.
15)The world is a tragic free-for-all, find Eucharist-excellence in it, not escape.
16)Love is humility.
17)Hate is pride.
18)Honor God’s indwelt if you want to be indwelt of God Himself yourself.
19)Dishonor God’s indwelt to be desolate-of-God, as is the religious norm.
20) Use God’s whole love-wisdom being to be whole, not part to be part.
Who Euchred the Eucharist?
By Robert Winkler Burke
Of inthatdayteachings.com
Copyright 8/30/09
I’ll tell you of the Eucharist,
As I tell you how to worship,
I’ll tell you who is indwelt,
As I tell you how to interpret…
I’ll interpret everything in the Bible,
You ought to know,
And everyway to ever act and then,
To all others show…
How to ever be religious and,
Know one thing and another,
Never, ever being God constructed,
But someone else’s brother…
Brother Satan, that is in fact,
Who we work for!
Why fight on the losing side,
Pride wins this war!
Laymen cannot ever do this thing,
That’s not why they were born,
Rather, laymen support over lords,
That’s why sheep’s wool is shorn.
Worship, then, the idols of,
Religious success,
No one but us devout vanguard,
Does this thing best!
The balderdash idea that Christ,
Himself returns and lives appointed,
In you, his humble servants,
For this time and season anointed…
To rout out anti-Eucharist,
Posers and over lords like me,
Is plain and simple treason,
To universally accepted heresy.
I AM, by my unquestionable title, power,
Position, pride, pure perfection and ever-heralded rank,
THE EUCHARIST, along with my kind,
Agree, agree! And give obsequious tax and tribute thank!
Speaking of Glory
By Robert Winkler Burke
Of inthatdayteachings.com
Copyright 8/26/09
There are buzzwords in religion,
That make your brain fade away,
There are buzzwords in religion,
That say anything but actually say.
These buzzwords are a clue,
Diversion is going on,
These buzzwords, rethink them,
To see what’s gone wrong.
Glory is one such word,
The many-syllable God-pronouncers love,
They use glory to divert,
What they steal from you as you look above.
What does God’s glory precisely mean?
Now that you ask,
It can in part mean God indwelt in you,
Suitable for task.
In you, in me resides God’s glory,
A pittance in most of us,
A lot in those who’ve paid the price,
The honored of God’s touch.
So God’s glory is a reverential and great-to-behold thing,
Not engineered nor self-installed by vain man,
It’s something seen and loved by those with God’s Spirit,
And ignored and loathed by each Satan fan.
Again, God’s glory is God beheld in man,
Honor to whom honor is due,
To others it’s a throw away catchword,
To deceive and misconstrue.
All Souls Have Breaking Points
By Robert Winkler Burke
Of inthatdayteachings.com
Copyright 8/25/09
It isn’t, they say, if but when,
A man breaks,
When torture comes prisoner,
Only dying takes…
Dying takes away,
The possibility of betrayal,
Living then means,
The possibility we bring hell…
We become hell-bringers,
When too much hell comes to us,
Lord of mercy, Keep us,
Love us, help us, seek us, find us.
Find us doing good,
Despite our worst inclinations,
Who among us wants war,
Between souls, genders, nations?
But we all feel it,
World spiritual war has now come,
And with it torture,
And soul upheaval just begun.
Beware the False Prophet
By Robert Winkler Burke
Of inthatdayteachings.com
Copyright 8/25/09
Beware the false prophet,
Beware the false idol,
If it sounds much too good,
To be true, you’re liable…
You’re liable to discern what,
The showman is showing,
If it’s too good to be true,
You must then be knowing…
You must be knowing this game,
Is as old as the oldest profession,
Tell people what they want to hear,
And they’ll believe your confession.
Confess you can heal them,
Or prosper them or lead them to light,
You can pick all pockets worth picking,
Your fortune and fame will be right.
As right as the saying,
(Ears finding where heart is set!)
Beware the false idol,
Beware the false prophet.
Then, is there no true God?
Is there never a true prophet?
Well amazingly, yes:
Both are found when truth is beget.
Preaching From the Same Page
By Robert Winkler Burke
Of inthatdayteachings.com
Copyright 8/25/09
1 Samuel 4:18
Eli shepherds,
Give me your ear!
Are you shocked by,
What goes on here?
Eli politicians,
Raping their sheep,
Taking all their flock’s,
Money to keep.
Eli bankers,
Doing the same,
With owners,
Of business fame.
Them that have,
Getting more,
Them that don’t,
Getting sore.
Preach!Oh Eli preachers,
Preach up a storm!
And keep getting richer,
As is the norm!
Preach!Oh Eli preachers,
How you are so suddenly and sadly shocked!
That your sheep by politician,
Banker, business oligarch are blocked.
Your poor untaught, unaware sheep are blocked,
From happiness in almost every way,
Don’t worry, your fraternity of fatness,
Is vouchsafed by what you Eli’s say.
You say what you want,
Keeping your Eli-ness growing large,
Your slave-sheep can’t see,
Or rebel, or breathe!You’re ever in charge!
Eli’s are ever in charge,
In their high chairs of fatness,
Until truth tips them over,
And ends their ribald madness.
How and what and why you’ve done, oh Eli’s,
Is a thing of shock and awe,
How many the sheep you have slaughtered,
Them not suspecting your jaw?
As the blood of lambs runs wet,
Between your ravenous tongue and your teeth,
Will you warn the uneaten,
Just what fate from otherEli’s they’ll meet?
Eli’s grown fat,
Beyond comprehension!
On skinny sheep,
Defies all God reason!
Yes, and how can anyone in this day,
Believe in God at all,
When so many Eli’s preach the same page,
From their book of cabal?
The Tabooization of Life
By Robert Winkler Burke
Of inthatdayteachings.com
Copyright 8/24/09
A great tabooization has occurred,
Of some certain things,
This tabooization happened,
For our correcting…
Correcting what we believed,
That was strong,
Correcting what we thought,
Was wrong.
It is absolutely wrong now,
To hate a Mandarin,
Our leaders exist, we are told,
To curb us in.
Mice dare not question,
Cats’ desires,
It’s taboo to ignite,
Freedom’s fires.
It’s taboo to ask where,
Public money went,
It’s taboo to not vote,
That more be sent.
It’s taboo to question social justice thugs,
And their bizarre demands,
Nor unions of any stripe, nor environment,
Extreme-extort brigands.
It’s taboo to question,
Exactly why,
It’s taboo to prove a,
Taboo lie.
Bottom line: It is taboo,
To think,
Try, and they will make,
You drink…
They’ll make you drink hemlock,
To get in line,
Just believe the tabooists are sane,
You’ll do fine:
Man has no natural rights,
Nor absolute worths from God almighty,
Founding Fathers had it wrong,
Tabooists say natural law is flighty.
Tabooists actually change what they say,
Reversing themselves back and forth over time,
Kiss their ring, don’t question their logic,
Thrilling mind-rape is their gambit sublime.
Politically correct the tabooists are,
Just do and believe as they say,
Mystic tyranny – huzzah!-- won the war,
What were we thinking anyway?
Self-Purchased Halos
By Robert Winkler Burke
Of inthatdayteachings.com
Copyright 8/24/09
Self-Purchased halos,
For you and me,
Self-purchased halos,
Will set us free.
Buy a green energy car,
With markings on back,
Join an environment club,
When green you’re not black.
No black marks accepted,
In polite society,
Self-purchased halos,
Today’s approved ennui.
Join the right church,
Obey the right cause,
Be seen to be seen,
Never once pause…
To think how grandees,
Love this ever changing game plan,
The deciders deciding,
What we must call anon human.
The priest of the house,
Isn’t principled, unchanging man,
It’s the disembodied specter,
Who buys a halo from who says he can.
Except for the Rarified and Few
By Robert Winkler Burke
Of inthatdayteachings.com
Copyright 8/24/09
And so we learn,
By making mistakes,
Harming others,
Adding to aches.
Then we must forgive,
Others unkind,
Then we must forgive,
Alike of mind.
The early along,
Will not forgive,
The too damaged,
Enhance each rift.
Too few forgive,
But forgive they must,
Unless they do,
This world would bust.
Our world would explode,
Except for the rarified and few,
Which are God imbued,
Who forgive me, who forgive you.
The Pencil is King
By Robert Winkler Burke
Of inthatdayteachings.com
Copyright 8/22/09
The pencil is king,
Of all words,
The knife is king,
Of all swords,
The ear is king,
Of commands,
The beginning king,
Of all ends.
For…
As once begun,
So the end,
As is heard,
So is sent,
As at hand,
Is what’s used,
As is spent,
Perfection fused.
Much the Same More!
By Robert Winkler Burke
Of inthatdayteachings.com
Copyright 8/21/09
These are desperate times, me laddies,
Hard time’s come fer shore!
What we need, oh comrades is,
Much the same stuff more!
Much the same more,
Much the same more,
Let’s have it once again!
More of the same,
More of the same,
Endless down the drain!
Forget the individual,
Never mind the iconoclast!
Reject that thinking man,
Thinkers cannot last!
To hell with the odd man out,
Who sees from a view,
Let’s pack the hallways tight now,
Like sardines in a pew.
Much the same more,
Much the same more,
Let’s have it once again!
More of the same,
More of the same,
Endless down the drain!
Show us a show-stopping showman,
Unique-copied like the rest!
We need to be hypnotized asleep by,
A showman with proper zest!
Mis amigos, you are so well loved,
Like blind sheep to houses of slaughter!
We think of you dears so highly,
We be canon, you be fodder!
Much the same more,
Much the same more,
Let’s have it once again!
More of the same,
More of the same,
Endless down the drain!
I’m Legal Now!
By Robert Winkler Burke
Of inthatdayteachings.com
Copyright 8/20/09
I stopped supporting,
Give to get,
And worshipping weakness,
That I met,
And the strangely fear-based,
Rapture bet,
I’M LEGAL NOW!
I started honoring God,
In others,
I saw supercilious,
Dry-bones covers,
I believe now as a child,
We can be lovers,
I’M LEGAL NOW!
I also found great persecution,
For being nice,
Christians, so called, to me,
Colder than ice,
Hating me more than Satan,
Has been their vice,
I’M LEGAL NOW!
My blessed happiness is,
Tinged with sadness,
So many confuse true soul,
Good with badness,
I see the world is upside,
Down with madness,
I’M LEGAL NOW!
I now push only,
When God says, Go!
I pull back only,
When God says so,
I let what is or isn’t,
What God does know,
I’M LEGAL NOW!
I can’t do a thing,
Without God,
The whole world,
Thinks I’m odd,
I wouldn’t have any,
Other job,
I’M LEGAL NOW!
Our Unspoken, Cold Civil War
By Robert Winkler Burke
Of inthatdayteachings.com
Copyright 8/18/09
It’s a cold civil war,
The over class does wage,
Against the middle, enlisting,
The under class engaged…
Engaged in faux rights enabling,
False reparation justice,
Whatever the middle class’ll pay,
Says over class hubris.
The over class is paid well,
By government guarantee,
A guarantee so powerful that,
The middle isn’t free.
The middle class must,
Pay, pay, pay, pay, pay!
For imagined sins the,
Over-unders say.
The under class gets what they need,
Someone who gives they can hate,
The over class gets what they need,
Someone who gives they can hate.
The middle class is losing this,
Unspoken cold civil war,
And will soon join the underclass with,
Nothing to live for.
The west and east coast leaders,
Of the U. S. of A.,
Would have us abandon principles,
To do what they say.
They say whatever,
Keeps them in charge,
And keeps us little,
And them growing large.
And without a shot heard,
‘Round the world,
The cold civil war is lost,
We’re over ruled.
Eye Choose Neither!
By Robert Winkler Burke
Of inthatdayteachings.com
Copyright 8/17/09
Neither, NEITHER!
I said I want to be neither!
Before I was born,
The Selector said I must choose whether…
Whether to be,
In the over class,
The oligarch monarchs,
That rule the morass.
Or be in the under class,
The groveling hordes,
Who give up hope,
To over class lords.
The Selector was actually,
Being to me kind,
Not offering the middle class,
The abused of mind.
The poor middle class,
Pay now in every way,
Paying for the under class,
And the lords of over pay.
Choose, said the Selector,
We’re running out of time,
Choose to be over or under,
Because now is their prime.
Oh Selector, it sounds like hell,
This choice you give me on earth,
What happened to the US Constitution?
What happened to a man’s worth?
Oh that, said the Selector,
We in heaven had hope for two hundred years,
But America trashed its ideals,
The place became the sum of heaven’s fears.
So you’ve got two choices,
Of empowerment in life,
Over or under class gives,
Entitlement, and then strife.
Now I know why my life as an American,
Has not been charmed,
The Selector in heaven honored my request,
With truth I’ve been armed.
I’ve been richer than the under class,
Who are taught to be ochlocrats,
I’ve been poorer than the over class,
Who are anti-republic Democrats.
I haven’t been middle class,
Who are enslaved by the over-under-class cabal,
I’ve been a wilderness outsider,
Appalled by the horrific systemic evil over all.
I see popular broadcast ministries,
Over lords being enriched by the needy,
Corrupting the Bible’s whole wisdom,
By focusing on parts making them greedy.
I see education and politics,
Loving this over-and-under-class bond,
I see news and entertainment,
In fusion with mind-diversion siren song.
I see a remnant,
That sees all of this,
I see God alive,
And His plan for bliss.
God’s plan is freedom from sin,
And liberty for man,
Fasten your seat belts, buckle up!
Comes end to what began.
God showed us in the Bible,
Moses as archetype deliverer,
And others all pointing to Jesus,
Freedom, not prison, is nearer.
Freedom, however,
Always comes at a price,
We must hate now,
What we were taught nice.
The over culture and under culture,
Has been milking the middle,
Receiving free tidbits or billions,
Time to break that tune’s fiddle.
The over culture must stop,
Raping the rest because it can,
The under culture must stop,
Taking life from the middle man.
We must allow what is,
And work from there,
God’s whole wisdom is,
Available, if we care.
If we care to believe truth,
That double-edged sword,
Real truth never comes easy,
Tough love’s the good word!
Tough love chooses,
To be neither master nor slave,
Tough love chooses,
Whole wisdom over being knave.
Mankind’s classes,
Must now choose how to be,
Lords and lorded,
Or wholly wise and free.
Choose now, oh lost of the earth,
How to succeed,
Prisoner or prison keep,
Or one of the freed.
Beware Poetic Justice!
By Robert Winkler Burke
Of inthatdayteachings.com
Copyright 8/16/09
Beware poetic justice!
It will get you in the end,
If you become enemy,
To those who were your friend.
Or if you are like cursed denizens,
Who make earth so much like hell,
Because you can’t learn and admit,
You were wrong ago pray tell.
Beware poetic justice!
It’s extraordinary how it works,
If you bring a sharp knife,
To a meal being eaten with forks.
And with pride,
You eat the other man’s lunch,
Swallowed whole,
Later you’ll be, is my hunch.
Payback is bigger,
Far and away ever much worse than worst,
When you live as though,
Seven billion live to make you first.
The invisible force of all that’s good,
Works its mystery in time oft untimely,
Poetic justice hammers down evil,
If the good can let the not right get what be.
Man on Earth, Look What You’ve Done!
By Robert Winkler Burke
Of inthatdayteachings.com
Copyright 8/15/09
Genesis 1:24, Revelation 22:20
Oh man on Earth, look what you’ve done!
I give you relativity’s theory, then you shun…
You shun the wisdom of ages, how absurd!
On a theory you don’t understand, just heard.
I could have kept Einstein stupid, how boring!
To keep philosophers from whoring: Baal’s Cupid.
Baal’s Cupid is mankind’s infatuation, lust really,
To trump some ideas over wisdom’s whole, how creepy!
So, in the name of an ideal, an ideal gone wild,
Progressive, so-called, leaders kill off their own, beguiled.
Enlightened beyond the ken of others, even in truth Me!
They become the sad, horrific death machines of eternity.
They know and believe relativity and Einstein,
They know not My Spirit-return in all mankind.
My kind, they must first kill, to make on earth peace,
But before it’s over My kind will live, they will cease.
Oh foolish man on Earth, look what you’ve done!
Alone you can’t finish, what I’ve begun.
Look to the beginning, oh ye progressives, to see the end,
As Father of the Big Bang, I ask you then: Are you My friend?
Grifter Heaven
By Robert Winkler Burke
Of inthatdayteachings.com
Copyright 8/13/09
It’s grifter heaven,
I tell you today,
Got cash for my clunker,
I couldn’t give away!
Soon I’ll have insurance,
For my health,
I haven’t minded much,
My fat self!
And I’ll never be taxed!
So my leader promises,
I take lies as facts,
Grifters get all wishes.
And the best part,
Of grifter heaven,
Payers are called evil,
Not grifters leaven.
It’s grifter heaven,
In the good old U. S. of A.,
Don’t dare dethrone grifters,
Or therewill be hell to pay!
We’re bullies, we’re organized,
We’re community thugocrats,
Don’t dare raise voice or finger,
Mice must be eaten by cats!
You Vilify Well
By Robert Winkler Burke
Of inthatdayteachings.com
Copyright 8/13/09
You vilify My tongs,
You vilify My anvil,
You vilify My hammer,
You vilify all I can ‘til…
I have no more patience,
And that’s really something,
I have unlimited everything,
But for this dumb thing:
You vilify your spouse,
You vilify your friend,
You vilify the beginning,
Even the end!
I AM the beginning!
I AM the end!
Don’t vilify Me,
And call Mefriend!
You vilify yourself,
And yourself only,
To avoid rebuke,
And keep pride crony.
I allow trouble and not blessings,
To remove pride from you,
You vilify everything and body,
Too bad for you!
Too bad you can’t see,
My hard treatment is love,
You vilify what you can’t dominate,
You vilify: LOVE.
When you vilify love,
You vilify Me,
And all who’ve paid dearly,
That in them I be!
You crucify Me,
And My own,
That in you Satan,
Makes his home.
But you don’t see it,
Having no eyes to see,
You enlist courts and police,
Lest the good be free!
I had to make and expand hell,
To put rebellious angels like you,
Oh human, what do you do?
Make heaven empty to vilify well.
7/31/09
Who Controls Popular Shenanigans?
By Robert Winkler Burke
Of inthatdayteachings.com
Copyright 7/31/09
Redacted in part from radio host Glenn Beck.
Who controls the shenanigans,
Of scandalous politics in the United States?
Three groups: Entrenched unions,
The environment movement and social justice big apes.
Who controls the shenanigans,
Of scandalous broadcast religion to nation states?
Three groups: Rapture minions,
The any-moment movement and eternal secure big apes.
Who controls the shenanigans,
Of scandalous entertainment to flat-line brain states?
Three groups: Forensic morticians,
The any-idol movement and news-that’s-not-news big apes.
Thus nothing matters by their wile creed,
Except for what the empowered have to say,
If you disagree, then that matters,
Mocking rule of law, they might put you away.
You think linking religion, politics,
And entertainment is just confusion?
No, the truth is the deceived,
Deceive the world as one fusion.
How do the deceivers deceive?
At bottom line is wrong doxie,
Fundamental lies believed wrong,
Saccharine evil loved with moxie.
Triune escapists,
Each with their own god,
Hating only truth,
Persecuting the incorrect odd.
The odd men out,
Are any who speak truth,
Of triune lies,
Seen from wilderness booth.
They want your money,
Your life-forces controlled,
God wants your honey,
Your best horses enrolled.
Enrolled to expand,
God’s heaven on earth,
They want you enslaved,
As unbeknown serf.
Who, with permission, helps copilot mind switches,
Of brains manifesting Christ?
God, who rejects escapist thugocrat witches,
And their ghoul-making soul heist.
God wants your mind as His,
Truth loving and pure,
They want your mind as theirs,
Hell-bound secure.
This is our end-times battle,
Sarah Connors against terminators!
Awake, oh sons of freedom,
You restore heaven, not hell-makers!
It’s like George Orwell’s Nineteen Eighty-Four:
Beyond late!
It’s beautiful, brave daughters responding:
Beyond great!
So let liberty ring,
And let it ring, once more loud,
The fight is on,
Oh ye indwelt, make God proud.
(Note from rwb:This poem, as all In That Day Material, is spiritual not literal.)
How the Forgiven Learn from Mistakes
By Robert Winkler Burke
Of inthatdayteachings.com
Copyright 7/30/09
Matthew 6:34
How can we be forgiven,
Yet learn from our mistakes?
Forgive a child too much,
He never gives but takes.
Forgive a child too little,
He feels hurt for no reason,
Forgive in the right spirit,
He’ll grow season to season.
Thus it is with God and man,
Yes, Jesus forgives all,
But God wants us to mature,
And lets our payback fall.
He gives us grace, divine enablement, to endure,
Our foolish choices’ payback,
Forgiven, we walk through tribulations we make,
That our character be sure.
Only God can manage this,
Epic drama sublime,
The evil in us sufficient,
To quarry gold from mine.
Thus we quarry requite, forgiveness and expulsion,
Of evil thoughts and much worse spirits within,
That Jesus might indwell us in ever greater amounts,
As Satan’s nature gets out and God’s gets in.
I Salute the God in You!
By Robert Winkler Burke
Of inthatdayteachings.com
Copyright 7/28/09
Matthew 5:8; Matthew 23:38-39; and last page of the Bible!
I salute the God in you!
I salute you for paying the price,
I salute the humility in you,
That will return respect by thrice!
That you will salute others with well wishing,
For being another rare God-bearer!
Or will you just suck up the compliments,
And thanks as a get-not-give wayfarer?
Then continue to be proud and loud,
How great in all treasures of God you are,
And let others reciprocate thankful love how near,
Not far from God, humble-tooled they are.
This is the test, is it not,
Whether God can indwell in full in us?
Will we see pure in heart,
God come now in, not perfect but mature, flesh?
If we can see God come now,
In another mortal being,
It is to have God’s own heart,
And His eyes to see seeing!
Let us then bless that new or old hand who, in God,
Displays much less leaven,
Than the prideful who hate God’s being in others,
And stops coming heaven.
When Lotsa Nobodies Believe Lotsa Nothing
By Robert Winkler Burke
Of inthatdayteachings.com
Copyright 7/23/09
What happens when lotsa,
Nobodies believe lotsa nothing?
Them that don’t will then hate,
The few not nobodies that do.
(Do believe in something,
Mainly: Fear God,
Which bothers unbelievers,
Who behave odd.)
So them that do might,
Learn self-defense,
Because them that don’t,
Make life intense.
Them that do,
Must be aware,
Them that don’t,
Make doers table fare.
Them that don’t,
Must have their own religion,
Breaking commandments,
Seems to them:Most Christian!
No prophet should,
Write: They are wrong!
Or they’ll rip,
From prophet arm.
No prophet should,
Say: It’ll come back on their head!
Or they’ll rip,
From prophet reputation staid.
No prophet should,
Pray: Truth happens in that day!
Or they’ll rip,
Prophet’s loves in life away.
No prophet should believe:
God doesn’t concern Himself or even care,
Lest he join the undead,
Prepping themselves as delicious devil fare.
No true believer should,
Be surprised,
True believers are rare,
And despised.
Despised by all nobodies,
Who believe nothing,
But hating true believers,
Who believe something.
And what is that something,
The believe-nothings dread?
That God is judge, not them,
They’ve reversed tail for head.
When most nobodies believe nothing,
Life all around is pretty much hell,
Believers must endure until beholding:
Unbelievers self-destruct well.
And that’s what happens,
In that day,
Unbelievers destroy themselves,
Come what may.
Do we say, Hip, hip, hurray!
In that day?
Or cry, Would God there be some,
Other way!
It’s a day of sadness,
Not gladness in that day,
The nobodies believing nothing,
rophets had to say.
Under Pine, Under Palm: Seek God’s Balm
By Robert Winkler Burke
Of inthatdayteachings.com
Copyright 7/22/09
Jeremiah 6:16, Psalm 4, Jeremiah 51:56
Stop!Stop seeking instant-quick, Christian fix,
From the not-of-God,desperately-seeking-God mix:
Of intellectualism from boredom.
Of prosperity from whoredom.
Of jabberwocky from fearing,
Recompense now nearing.
Of oppressing dominion,
From too rigid opinion.
Of charismatic miasma,
From evil phantasma.
Of lack of logic,
Life gone tragic.
Of endlessChristian hullabaloo,
From not seeing spirit lie from true.
Yet, out of madness, still grows the palm,
Still grows the pine: Seek ye then, God’s balm!
Find under green pine and under green palm:
Wilderness-terrain truth and God-sent calm.
For God never guarantees anyone any instant fix,
But riddle this: He can and does come; behold, quick!
Faith vs. Prudence
By Robert Winkler Burke
Of inthatdayteachings.com
Copyright 7/22/09
In the fight between faith,
And the fight between prudence,
How do we know what to do,
And all that we shouldn’t?
For hundreds of years,
When comes a plague,
Common cup in communion,
Is discouraged.
And sacred body bread,
Is passed hand to hand, not mouth,
Prudence dictates we do this,
Lest plague run in and faith out.
But it’s Christ’s body,
And His blood pure!
Wouldn’t that stop plague,
Or provide cure?
In health and in prosperity, then,
How is the best way to fight?
Use faith to get what God wants,
And prudence to keep what’s right.
Want Something New?
By Robert Winkler Burke
Of inthatdayteachings.com
Copyright 7/20/09
John 4:23; 2 Cor: 11:24; 1Sam. 16:4
Want something new?
Well, here it is,
In That Day Teachings,
Revealed and hid.
Lined up with the Bible,
Through and through,
Convicting us of sin,
Enough to…
Enough to expunge a century,
Of malicious doxies,
Making uninhabitable,
Allowing spirit proxies.
False Christs here and there,
Just about everywhere,
It’s become so common,
As known Christian fare.
But In That Day Teachings,
Say: we must worship God in spirit and truth,
And God inhabits such,
As let go rapture-prosperity lies as ruse.
Further, honor the prophet,
Who busts through the lies,
Who shows kings with no clothes,
Or camouflage disguise.
Honor that woman or man,
Officially brutalized by their quest-for-truth life,
As you would honor Elijah,
Or Paul with back of one hundred ninety-five stripe.
But the world of Christian religion,
Cannot, in truth, do that,
It wants something shiny to idolize,
And bow down before flat.
False Christians want false new things,
To stay falsely compromised,
They give no honor to truth,
And spirit bearers who are despised.
Thus Christ is crucified,
Even today,
Flesh killing in whom flesh died,
It is God’s way.
Touchstone Moments Revealing
By Robert Winkler Burke
Of inthatdayteachings.com
Copyright 7/19/09
Col. 1:26-27; Rev. 22:7, 12, 20
When it is all said and done,
In our favorite religion,
What, pray tell, is the touchstone,
The touchstone moment revealing?
With popular doxies of the day,
Is it not the moment choosing,
When by cash, credit or perhaps check,
Money from us to minister’s moving?
Thisis our action moment,
Oh, so profound,
We want others hearing same,
As us world ‘round.
We believe this philosopher’s stone,
Whereby the ministries we support,
Returns somehow mystically profound,
Multifold to us: God’s gold fort!
But if truer spirits have their sway,
The touchstone moment of God’s way,
Is Jesus come now without delay,
That’s what happens, friend, in that day!
Nothing more,
Nothing less,
It is how,
God does bless.
It is how God blesses,
And quickly expands His kingdom,
Marveling eyes to see,
(Not the blind,) who makes King home!
What Makes True Sight?
By Robert Winkler Burke
Of inthatdayteachings.com
Copyright 7/17/09
What makes true sight?
Seeing beauty’s light?
Or is it beholding blight?
What makes one strong?
Never admitting when wrong?
Or thinking weakness is never gone?
What makes a soul thankful?
Owning a jet with both wing tanks full?
Or knowing pride destroys the rank fool?
What makes wisdom?
Answers that quickly come?
Or patience gained waiting on?
What is a seeker?
A finder?
Or a keeper?
What is God’s desire main?
For us to great money attain?
Or for a somewhat higher gain?
What is the saddest thing?
The seeing who cannot see?
Or those helping the blind not be?
Is not the saddest things this:
Seers who prefer blindness than bliss,
And man’s company than I AM who is?
And what is worst than all?
One who runs from his call?
Or he who doesn’t rise from fall?
And what is the hardest job to be done?
Showing the rigid-righteous God’s holy, flexible way now begun?
Or being flexibly God-indwelt, yet despised as Satan’s hellish son?
The Case for Man
By Robert Winkler Burke
Of inthatdayteachings.com
Copyright 7/16/09
Some talk is made by relativists,
For depopulation,
For assisted suicide, and death,
By sterilization.
For taxation,
Unto conformity,
For freedom’s,
Reverse Normandy.
For general agreement,
Of the leaders of man’s good,
That lesser men die,
Like funeral pyres of wood.
Such enlightened,
Partisans think:
Encourage all death!
That they not sink!
They are good, they think,
When lesser die,
Through abortion, genocide,
Whatever leaders try.
This is progress,
They believe,
For billions if,
They do live!
Always the tyrants,
Of Devil doctrines live,
Mystic tyranny,
Is all they can give.
And with mystic tyranny:
Death by the millions,
Their unspoken goal now:
Death by the billions.
What is the argument,
To counter this trend?
God can manifest in man,
And be spirit born again.
In seven billion,
Even in seventy,
God can manifest,
Abundant plenty.
Seventy billion,
Is too small a number,
For God in man,
In spirit-truth wonder!
Each of seventy billion souls,
In harmony with each other,
The planet, the stars: at core,
At one with all!What wonder!
In That Day of true doctrine, therefore,
Is this astonishingly great thing:
When man stops faith in dying doxies,
And loves himself, neighbor and God king!
In That Day, the indwelt,
Will be bound together as one,
Most in the world not dead,
But living: one with the Sun!
Not All is Leaven
By Robert Winkler Burke
Of inthatdayteachings.com
Copyright 7/15/09
If,
I had not pursued things of God,
I could have won, but then lost,
Everything.
But,
I pursued so very much,
That I have gained,
Everything.
For,
I pursued so intently,
I ignored much to my,
Harm.
That,
Ignorance cost me dearly,
I now owe large,
Sums.
Thought,
I that the world would,
Want what treasures I,
Discovered.
But,
Be aware,
It can’t be,
Bothered.
Owing,
Much to many,
I ask God for,
Mercy.
Why,
Put a writer through hell,
If nobody buys words of,
Heaven?
Yes,
I have in me bad leaven,
But not all in heaven is,
No.
Me,
Believing not in man’s religion,
But discovering what’s true in,
You.
Loving,
Your awesome hard way,
Because your nature is,
Love.
Love,
Therefore I you, please oh God,
Show me, in the land of the living,
Loving.
Pencil Stubs, Tears and Paper: Not Wasted
By Robert Winkler Burke
Of inthatdayteachings.com
Copyright 7/14/09
What good is truth to a man,
If others can’t understand?
Others can’t comprehend,
What rending it took for him?
Climb the peak, slay the dragons,
Even find treasures of buried gold,
What’s the use, oh Lord of all,
If others believe: I’ve just grown old?
Boxes of paper, boxes of pencils,
A half dozen computers spent,
To explain how to see, be indwelt,
What’s wrong with the Christian tent!
What for?Oh Lord, when so few,
So very, very few pursue,
Pursue Your truth, no matter the cost,
Traditions kept while souls are lost!
I weep!I wail!
I cry out, GOD!Prevail!
You show me truths so bitter,
I eat them: they make me better.
What’s wrong with me?I refuse,
I refuse to reject what I’m shown,
The religious grandees ignore You!
Yet anon, my spirit and soul are reborn!
I have more love, more compassion,
Yet humbled by defeat beyond reason,
God, what you’ve put me through,
Has been an unending fire season.
But I feel I’ve walked through,
Through Your overcoming door,
My writings and work sufficient explain,
What now, for the fortunate, is in store.
Tears and love, beyond endurance in years,
Toward purposes excruciating hard on man,
Breaking pride, ego, dreams and mirrors,
That clearly we might behold: how moves God’s hand!
The Coming Clash of Titan Triumviri
By Robert Winkler Burke
Of inthatdayteachings.com
Copyright 7/13/09
A wide angle view,
Of our last century,
Might give sublime clarity,
To you and me.
In the early Nineteen Hundreds,
Here’s the thought:
Americans held certain truths,
Few lies were bought.
But German thought,
Entered as a new vision,
The popular rage:
Moral relativism.
And Christianity changed too,
To eternal secure-ism,
And rapture and soon coming:
Triune Escapism.
Thus nothing mattered,
Not in church, not in state,
Thus lies then filled,
The popular culture pate.
In this coming together,
Of escapism from reality and hereafter,
Missing from the triumvir,
A hypocrite class saying what does matter!
Of course a ruling class came,
With these twin doxies of the Devil,
The popular political tyrant,
And archetype brother, preacher evil.
Each sold a lie,
And the lie was this:
Love leaders’ lies,
For life to be bliss!
Forget critical thought,
Forget the Constitution,
Just give up all money,
As permanent solution.
It’s a triumvirate of illogic,
Destroying the planet,
Because the bulwark of truth,
Has too few to man it.
Evil rulers use religious escapism,
And politic relativism to enslave others,
Good rulers use God’s hard truths,
And rule-of-law to unbuckle slave tethers.
Thus has now come,
A clash of triumviri,
Asking, no demanding, followers,
To choose which side lives free.
A curious confluence,
This coming mental, spiritual war,
It will define in history,
What you’ve done, who you are.
Hopefully the first group,
To figure things out,
Is the escapist Bible Belt,
(Old rebels of South!)
Yes, the Baptists and
Southern Democrats,
Might say, Founders knew better!
Throw relativists out!
Even that old Johnny Rebel might say,
We’ve had it all wrong!
Escapism in politics or pew,
Made us weak, not strong!
Truth is:
God gives us no guarantee!
Fight hard,
For rule-of-law to be free!
America’s South,
Knows more or less what slavery looks like:
Leaders who mouth:
Tithe and tax ever needs an increase hike!
Southern Black descendents,
Of slave-and-shackle past,
Can rebel with Johnny,
To defrock grandees fast.
This clash of triumvirs,
Man, what a fight!
Who, ask yourself, enslaves,
And who is right?
In That Day Teachings,
Bring in sharp focus these truths large,
A century of lies believed,
Must now be disbelieved, which is hard.
You thought it would be easy,
To bring heaven down to earth?
Not when a century of lies,
Indwell the common soul’s hearth!
Calamity it will take,
Of biblical proportion,
To rout out lies of spirit,
For God’s manifestation.
Triumvirs of truth,
Unite or die!
As Founders of old,
We must try!
Again: Triumvirs of Evil generally say:
Believe in Christian Escapology,
And believe in Moral Relativism,
And giving us your money makes you free!
Again:Triumvirs of Good generally say:
Man cannot invent doxie to trick from God a guarantee,
And rule of law, not man, is the politic way,
And dedicated, public self-restraint vouchsafes: liberty!
The Parable of the Man Who Drove too Fast
By Robert Winkler Burke
Of inthatdayteachings.com
Copyright 7/11/09
(Wherein we learn there is no directrope between giving good and getting good.)
One day there was a man who drove fast and got many speeding tickets.In fact, he got so many tickets, the judge warned him if he continued to speed and get tickets, he would lose his license and be put in jail.
The man then went to his pastor and asked what he could do?The pastor told him to give ten percent of his income to the church to stop such troubles and get in favor with God.So the man gave ten percent of his income.
The next week, he got a speeding ticket. He went back to the pastor and complained.
The pastor said to double his tithe, which the man did.
The next week, he got another speeding ticket. He went back to the pastor and complained again!
The pastor said to quadruple his tithe, which the man did.
The next week the man got another speeding ticket and the judge took away his license and put him in jail.
In jail the pastor visited him. The pastor told him his problem was that he needed to give a love offering on top of the quadruple tithe.
The man said, "No, I think when I get out of jail, I will stop speeding."
So it is with prosperity promises from gifts to the church to get good in return. If you want to prosper in business, do something in business that will make you prosper. Don't rely on a gift to the church, rely on doing something in business that will make you prosper. It is bad business to connect giving and getting with an imaginary rope.
Pride and the Next Move of God
By Robert Winkler Burke
Of inthatdayteachings.com
Copyright 7/10/09
Colossians 1:26-27; John 14:20; Revelation Chapter 22
Scripture says, Behold:
In That Day!
Is as far away as,
Yesterday.
It’s yesterday, today,
And the future,
A move that was, is,
And will be pure.
A thing that can, could,
And will be seen,
Yet invisible back then, now,
And future: eyes unclean.
What is this mystery of the ages,
Hidden until now?
What can be seen and yet then again,
Unseen somehow?
Is this gibberish, jabberwocky,
Unintelligent mania?
Is it too hard for eyes and ears,
Brain space and crania?
It is John Fourteen: Twenty,
Right out in the open,
Son of God in you, you in Him,
Father in Jesus hoping.
Hoping this love orb,
Will not be broken,
By the scourge of man,
Pride often spoken.
I see no God in you!
Jesus couldn’t honor such!
Say the leaders blind,
Pride being their mortal crutch.
Pride has killed the next move of God,
Leaders for movement still searching:
God, give us anything but humility,
And keep pride in ourselves bursting!
We’ll do anything, oh God!
That’s what they say,
Anything but indwelt humility,
In That Day.
In That Day of revelation,
Just how it is,
God is in man, man is in God,
The rest in hubris.
In That Day of the Lord’s coming,
We’ll have to in love say,
I salute the God of mercy I see in you!
That’s the price in ego we pay.
God, not man,
Chooses whom and when to indwell,
We must say,
Bless you indwelt!We wish you well!
But now it’s the opposite,
Of that blessed day,
Leaders and followers wayward,
Push the indwelt away.
The indwelt bother,
The posers in charge,
Their humility small,
Monster egos large.
Yes, things are backwards,
Until comes In That Day,
Honor and dishonor,
Will change place in parade.
Those stuck in pride,
Will be desolate,
Uncorrectable is the mark,
All such will get.
Proud teeth will gnash In That Day,
Wailing loud voices will mourn,
When humility returns, as required,
In man for God to be born!
Trail-Making, Rediscovered
By Robert Winkler Burke
Of inthatdayteachings.com
Copyright 7/8/09
(This penned after advice from Pastor Benjamin Wamalwa of Bungoma, Kenya.)
What others are doing,
Is God’s business alone,
But if they’re headed downward,
Don’t go along.
When you can’t follow others,
Never quail!
When you run out of path,
Make a trail!
Make a trail, make a trail,
Make a trail that is true!
If it’s good and uphill,
Finders follow you!
When the busy are busy,
Doing nothing at all,
Except convincing others,
How grand their cabal.
When they question,
Why you can’t follow their herd,
A herd that’s blind, that’s dumb,
That’s disgusting, proud, absurd.
Make a trail, make a trail,
Make a trail that is true!
If it’s better and steeper,
Finders follow you!
Then, when you discover,
Just how hard it is,
To bust a new trail,
That’s been centuries hid.
You find God’s mystery way of riches,
Gold and gemstones galore,
Will be disbelieved by critics,
Posers, grandees, haters and more.
Make a trail, make a trail,
Make a trail that is true!
If it’s best and steepest,
Finders follow you!
Occasionally you’ll reach the top,
To see higher pinnacles in reach,
You can’t live there, but in the valley,
Recharged, humble: This you teach.
The pinnacles are there to show,
Always there is another mountain to climb,
To grow character happy or hurt,
Co-laboring with forever in God’s mind.
Make a trail, make a trail,
Make a trail that is true!
If it’s beyond the beyond,
Finders follow you!
When You are Hated
By Robert Winkler Burke
Of inthatdayteachings.com
Copyright 7/8/09
Matthew 5: 10-12
(Redacted from a reference to Andre Glucksman’s Discourse on Hatred.)
It isn’t great,
Being an object of hate,
But what can we do?
(Knowing not whom they pursue!)
For the object of hate,
Isn’t the prime tell,
It’s the haters always,
Who explain themselves.
Haters’ isolation,
And haters’ ignorance,
Is the Alpha Omega,
Of their primordial dance.
They mustn’t know,
Whom they hate,
Might have more,
In heart and pate.
Haters can’t be ever,
Ever proved wrong,
Ignorant and isolated,
They remain strong.
What they don’t know, they fear,
(Unaware it’s love they lack!)
What they fear, they hate,
What they hate, they attack.
They simply hate you,
For not being them,
But we love ‘em anywho,
It’s God’s stratagem.
We Shall Return
By Robert Winkler Burke
Of inthatdayteachings.com
Copyright 7/5/09
John 14:20; John 15:13
(Redacted in Spirit from the John Ford and John Wayne film, “They Were Expendable,” a story of early WWII, when US Army and Navy forces were left to fight alone in the Philippines; whereuponGeneral Douglas MacArthur made his departing promise.The movie “salutes all who expended themselves during some of the war’s bleakest hours,” and how through the process of self-sacrifice, they manifested great love.)
We shall return, says the Father,
From eternity,
I in my Son, Him in you,
Ever the plan you see.
At first the Spirit,
Teaches all things,
Then comes knowledge,
Of golden rings.
Rings of love from heaven,
Orbs of love from man,
Binding us together: precious,
Gold less precious than.
Nothing on earth more precious,
Not in the universe either,
Than when we shall return,
With love:Love for each other!
Despite evil standing rampant,
Grown bigger than even the sun,
Nothing shall defeat or conquer,
Our love when we return as one.
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!
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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.”
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 longlist 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.
The blessed pure in heart,
See and honor God in one another,
But those wrong Christian taught,
Think God’s presence in man abject bother.
And so goes religious training,
Throughout our fair land,
People taught to bite not bless,
God’s indwelt hand.
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 muchin 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…
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, Nevada89511
775-690-7293 cell
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
Good
Friend, did you
Know for whom the bell
Tolls?It tolls for souls so well.
Each lie that is told and told bold
Each lie that is loved and then sold
Diminishes your spirit, if truth be told.
Truly, lies cannot but sound a bad knell
But the sound of truth, it rings a clear bell.
I pray
Can you tell?
If you can tell truth resonates like a heavenly bell,
And lies crack like a twisted, conniving, broken hell.
Then you will
Do well.
The Body of Christ Heist
By Robert Winkler Burke
Of inthatdayteachings.com
Copyright 5/18/08
I speak of epic deeds,
and far greater misdeeds,
in the wayward body of Christ.
I speak of great love lost,
but far greater fortunes gained,
in the wayward body of Christ.
His appearance has disappeared,
replaced by Judas priests,
in the body of Christ heist.
They will never, ever know,
who has come and who does go,
these first idols bound to be last.
(Note the pictogram:A headless body of Christ,
Created without the author’s trying.)
Truth is Recognized by its Beauty
By Robert Winkler Burke
Of inthatdayteachings.com
Copyright 8/24/08
Truth is recognized by its beauty,
And to know this is our duty.
Consider then, current doxies of wayward Christianity,
And ask, Is it beautiful to behold, or mere insanity?
A doxie says when pilots are raptured their passengers die,
But if this is beautiful, then beauty is a lie.
A doxie says widows’ mites let prosperity preachers live high,
But if this is beautiful, then beauty is a lie.
A doxie says eternal security lets all sin in us get by,
But if this is beautiful, then beauty is a lie.
A doxie says Jesus returns to fix all but you and I,
But if this is beautiful, then beauty is a lie.
But the Bible says Jesus comes quickly in us to indwell,
And this is beautiful truth designed to make us well.
And the Bible says a spiritual stirring and cleansing will come,
Allowing Jesus to manifest Himself in our spiritual home.
All escapist doctrine is ugly as ugly can be,
But behold beautiful Jesus in whom is free!
And who can Jesus come to and live with and be free?
Those in His blood who, overcoming sin, learn to be.
We salute then the Divine living in you and you and me,
This end-times teaching is as beautiful as beauty can be.
But the escapist dogma of religion making us and God not neigh,
Is so far from beauty, we see by its brazen adoration of ugliness it is a lie.
Hurray for God’s beauty!Hurray for God’s truth!
Desolate, abominable doctrine we now forsooth!
We escape from all escapism taught by escapists,
Their escapism is as ugly as child rapists.
Escapist shepherds devour their flock,
Ugly it is when God they mock.
Escapists put themselves first and always God last,
Behold that day when the reverse course is cast!
In That Day all truth will finally, totally be known,
And beauty in whom knew truth will be shown.
Thus In That Day man lives in God, and God lives in man,
Alpha to Omega: Behold God’s even so beautiful plan!
The Problem with Wilderness Men
By Robert Winkler Burke
Of inthatdayteachings.com
Copyright 2/5/09
Preachers here, preachers there,
On TV will occasionally say,
There are warriors hidden by God,
In caves, preparing for the day.
The day of tribulation overcoming,
The day of great change,
The day, in fact, of true revival,
When shaking will rearrange.
A lot will happen in that day,
What the preachers say is true,
But what they might not understand,
So clearly is, what they might rue.
The wilderness dread-not champion,
Might walk out of his dark cave,
With the power to overturn what’s wrong,
By being two things:True and brave.
With truth he might proclaim,
Rapture is a lie with fear,
God comes quickly in us now,
Proclaiming, Behold I’m near!
With truth the wilderness man,
Might say, Prosperity is a lie,
You cannot buy God’s good grace,
By tithing to an idiot in a tie.
The wilderness man might say,
Stop using emotion and witchcraft,
In your services of insanity,
Do the math:Fear God’s wrath.
The wilderness man might say,
You preachers have been wrong, wrong, wrong!
You are weak, out of touch, bent,
Proud, satanic and deluded strong, strong, strong!
Then the preachers might love,
The wilderness man as David was by Saul,
The preachers would feel bad,
And they would love him not at all.
Then they would rue the day,
They ever proclaimed the wilderness man’s existence.
If he ever was, is or will be,
Preachers on TV will surely unite in his resistance.
The problem with the wilderness man,
He cannot agree with corruption,
And TV religion has so much in it now,
His appearance brings confliction.
So the rule the TV preachers might have,
Is bury this wilderness man,
Blast the entrance to his cave,
Entomb him while we can.
Shut this wilderness man’s mouth,
Don’t publish his book,
Keep him off camera, out of sight,
Lest any have a look.
The wilderness men, they hope,
Will each one die of old age,
Unheard, unseen, insignificant,
While preachers stay on stage.
Who will win this battle,
Between the lonely brave and ensconced naïve?
Were it not for the internet,
No man of truth or courage could leave his cave.
May 8, 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.
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, Nevada89511
775-690-7293 cell
I Proclaim What Isn’t
By Robert Winkler Burke
Of inthatdayteachings.com
Copyright 5/7/2009
An ode to religious editors and other common heralds of God.
From an anonymous teacher with an inside view of the Prosperity Gospel. What happens when a theology of giving all you've got for a God who will enrich you meets the poorest and least educated?
Today we shriek as we hear of financial scams, corporate greed, and virtually anything money-related that isn’t entirely on the up-and-up. While religion has generally been a help in these economically difficult times, there is one segment of Christianity that is scamming as many as they can. Those who have ears (and debt) let them hear.
The Prosperity Gospel, also known as a facet of the Word of Faith movement (a louder voice in Pentecostalism), has been writing checks with its lips that’s its theology can’t cash. Last year’s Pew Foundation mega-poll, which surveyed nearly 35,000 people (one of the largest religion polls ever accomplished), revealed a few interesting facts about Christians in the Pentecostal tradition, among them:
• Pentecostals have the lowest incomes of any other Christian denomination. • Pentecostals have the least education of any other Christian denomination.
The results show that Pentecostals have the most high school dropouts, the fewest college graduates, and the fewest post-graduates. But the most interesting thing is that they earn the least annual income of any other Christian tradition polled. This is shocking, considering that a main feature in popular Pentecostalism is the Prosperity Gospel, where church members are promised that God will make them rich beyond their wildest dreams if they tithe generously and believe that they will receive the money.
The trouble I’ve seen…
Not only do Pentecostals fail to out-earn the regular “non-spirit filled” Christian, they make less. For me, to read such information is heartbreaking, as I am a teacher in a private school that’s part of a Word of Faith church. The church is doing very well for itself, as most Pentecostal churches are, but the people are suffering.
(A poem mentioning knives and guns removed on 5/8/09 from this website, as its allegorical story might be misinterpreted.My sincere apologies for any misinterpretation. Throughout the history of story-telling, weapons are used as allegories of truth:knives, swords and such being examples from the Bible.Only allegory was intended, never the actual use of weapons. – Robert Winkler Burke )
May 3, 2009
From a post on philcooke.com:
Robert Winkler Burke answers the question:Are you an iconoclast?
Consider: "Global Ponzi-Schemes of Deception That Caused Economic Crises Linked to Prosperity Preachers and Their Morally-Hazardous Doxie"…(found below on this website page) links a prudentbear.com financial writer's ideas with the wide-angle posit that…
Give-to-get shenanigans of oligarch-like personas of Christian Broadcasting are, in deed, linked to statist, anti-natural-law political leaders who happily find the broadcast-church-taught sheep easy prey...
What is woefully missing in broadcast Christianity is simple critical thought, self-correction and confession that many errant doxies are taught for the sake of self-interested leaders....
Who have together (media, politics, broadcast religion) in collusion created one hell of an economic crisis; wherein the mega-rich are too big to fail and the sheep are too powerless to stop all extractions...
But the empowered oligarchs (media, politics, broadcast Christianity) own the media machine...
And their collective "eye" is the eye that alters all. What they say and see about their own agendas seems to successfully occupy the minds of most of their listeners...
Thus the moral hazard of the day is mental slavery, mesmerizing deception and inability to see hard truths that expose self-interested agendas of the empowered vacuums of plebe monies and liberties.
The Ten-Trillionaire Televangelist
By Robert Winkler Burke
Of inthatdayteachings.com
Copyright 4/26/2009
When he drew a boundary for Sea, posted a sign that said no trespassing,
(The Message Proverbs 8:29)
One day a televangelist appeared on the scene,
He was handsome, charismatic, lean, not mean.
He said, Hello World!Give me your tithes!
He broadcast a wild show, it was quite a ride.
To one hundred-forty nations his show was sent,
From one hundred-forty nations came tithes’ ten percent.
At that time the world’s income was one hundred trillion,
And, by golly, he received ten-thousand billion!
Ten-thousand billion was his wonderful income,
Which was ten trillion, give or take a million.
As he had more cash than any known government,
Ambassadors from the US and China were sent.
Please help us, oh televangelist, they asked of him,
Would you buy us an aircraft carrier, or moon landing?
Our nations are broke, said ambassadors of the world,
Build us a freeway, or school, or tractor for field?
All the world’s excess cash has gone to you,
What, oh great man of God, with it will you do?
The world was quiet that day, waiting to hear,
That the man of God would bless all and rid fear.
But he said, Sorry to inform you, oh ambassadors,
I spent it all on myself, and perfume for my whores.
Did you think I’m not subject to the maxim,
Power corrupts:It did with my tithe taxing!
Don’t blame me for wasting all the world’s wealth,
To stop waste, oh world, keep your money yourself!
But honestly and quite frankly, since the world is so cotton-picking gullible,
I’ve decided to now become the world’s first quadrillion evangelist lovable!
What Does Pandemic Lie-Loving Tell Us About the Future?
By Robert Winkler Burke
Of inthatdayteachings.com
Copyright 4/25/2009
What does pandemic deception,
Mean for the planet?
What grand maximum scheme,
Is in this day’s gambit?
Let us then back off from emotion,
And argument for just its sake,
And using wide-angle perspective,
Perchance ask, What’s at stake?
People aligned to the international left,
Using lies of global (not true!) warming,
Engage tax and dominion control,
Enslaving plebes via mental-disarming.
Another deception stratagem,
Is found in grotesque public education,
That disavows liberty’s natural law,
With fealty to authority’s machination.
Another ploy of moneyed oligarchs,
Are business elites guaranteed by government,
So taxpayers bail out the richest,
And peasants can’t find where the money went.
And our ossified, imperious elected leaders,
Once elected get tenure,
We loath them but cannot un-elect them,
With system fixed sure.
Then the media is generally a cabal,
Of ruthless leftists in control,
Who march to deception’s drum,
And ignore the truth in full.
Not taking any of this personal,
What is going on?
And let’s look at another arena,
Giving more con.
In the most popular Christian belief realm,
Broadcasters talk of prosperity,
A scheme where the poor give to get rich,
Cruelly making the poor more needy.
My God, pray tell, what darkness the land,
What gross darkness the people,
Mesmerized to love the lies and lie-makers,
And the wolves eating sheeple!
The only enemy of mankind today,
Seems to be the truth-telling seer,
What epic disaster will give sight,
And bring to the blind truth near?
What is the pointer,
Or the dividing line?
Must all earth’s ranks choose,
Their recompense divine?
Is that, oh God, the point,
We’re coming to?
To make truth-lovers blessed,
The rest, with rue?
Because now it’s the reverse,
The cogent, truth-abiding are cursed,
Only lies are bought and sold,
Truth today is despised the worst!
Oh, what revelation!
Oh, what change!
When epic disaster,
Does rearrange!
Until that great day when,
Hard truth is cherished,
Truth lives in squalor,
While lies are embellished.
Lies can’t live forever,
But truth, in fact and indeed, does,
Surely truth will be known,
Through this present hell now loved.
………………………………
Sadly, hell will continue unchecked,
By ignoring wisdom of natural law,
Until hell bursts open in mayhem.
And the prideful finally learn awe.
Those not keenly attached to truth,
Will spit truth in the eye,
Though the learned say, forsooth!
Thus, the destructive will die.
The heads that are buttocks,
Will self-eliminate,
Leaving a planet cleansed,
And people great.
Now there will be,
Exceptions to the rule,
Some wise will die,
And not every fool.
But the earth shall necessarily cleanse herself,
As surely as the turning of the worlds,
How God lets the unwise eliminate themselves,
Will be mystery until it suddenly unfurls.
People might say this rolling self-destruction,
Of the self-destructive will be entirely unfair,
But God has given the internet and time to enough,
That non-seekers justly get caught unaware.
Yes, the oligarch leaders who mesmerize the masses,
Who themselves, of course, are also ugly deceived,
Who never self-correct, thus will teach correction to all,
Once blind sheep of cannibal leaders are bereaved.
And lest any think this writer mad,
I encourage no one to exact revenge,
Let God and God alone be just,
And let God arrange His times’ end.
Global Ponzi-Schemes of Deception That Caused Economic Crises Linked to Prosperity Preachers and Their Morally-Hazardous Doxie…
From the Prudent Bear Website (www.prudentbear.com)
Bailouts are Wrong-Headed
by Gordon Ringoen
March 20, 2009
(Gordon Ringoen writes that the current economic crisis is due to gross overvaluation of financial holdings, real estate and pay of self-servicing, ego-driven, top-echelon luminaries of various Ponzi scheme stratagems; which done in open yet hard-to-discern collusion, resulted in a global downturn of epic proportions.He writes…)
So, once the principles of the scheme were understood by the masters of the universe, it was only a matter of getting the broad economy to accept the uneconomic prices of assets as value. This was accomplished by attacks on many fronts. First, they let the majority of the people in on the scheme. The public participated from rising stock prices in their 401(k)’s and appreciating house prices. They provided huge financial incentives to bankers, brokers, hedge funds, and industrial management through bonuses, incentive compensation and stock options to promote the scheme. They contributed billions of dollars in political contributions to politicians to deregulate the financial industry and turn their back on oversight and enforcement. They created over-the-counter derivatives, a first cousin of credit, with no regulation and minimal disclosure to accelerate the process. They co-opted the media, particularly special purpose business publications and cable TV channels, to be cheerleaders for the swindle by ever touting the promise of a free lunch while pimping the inflated assets as investments. They developed a co-dependant relationship with certain fundamental religious groups that believe, if you make money, God must be pleased with you. And if you are poor, it must be God’s way of sending a message of his disfavor. And finally, they corrupted education and, the very economists themselves, through endowed chairs, book deals, speeches, consulting work, and important government positions.
1.An important net affect of this scheme is that it leads to a massive transfer of wealth from those wage earners, who have limited financial resources, to those who have large amounts of financial capital, executives of publicly traded companies and the participants in the execution of the scheme in the financial industry.The fellow travelers in government, media education, and religion also get a piece of the action.
2.The scheme, which is essentially a Ponzi scheme based on credit, requires ever increasing amounts of credit and derivative creation to sustain the game. The game comes to an end when the financial world finally comes face to face with the real world. In our case, reality gained the upper hand when the middle class could not afford the mortgages for the inflated value of houses.
Thus, the lines and precepts of In That Day Teachings, which have long noted the disastrous error of so many American broadcast preaching ministries, their disastrous wrong-doctrine-based self-service robbing of the poor to increase wealth of the mega-ministries… was an act parallel collusion with other like-minded entities (Wall Street firms, media-king-makers, bail-out-buddies, politicians without compass… basically, our ugly oligarch of riches, unquestioned-empowerment, blinding dogma, lack of correction, anti-American, anti-liberty, anti-self-constraint, pro-mental slavery and extraction-from-the-acquiesent-taught-masses.)
The moral hazards of the entire media-mad Ponzi scheme of global deception depended on one primary thing:A deceived and acquiescent public that is convinced happiness on earth is derived by a) mental slavery to absurd, “Newspeak” posits from religious, education, media, business and political authority and b) financial extraction wherein cash goes from the poor deceived to the mega-rich deceivers.
The In That Day Teachings of Robert Winkler Burke cast a critical-thinking eye on such shenanigans; expose deceptions, bolster truth, enable sight and cast off the shackles of mental slavery, the main moral hazard of this day.
WATCH Outside the Lines video from ESPN regarding prosperity ministries and guilt-ridden prosperous athletes:
Perhaps someday journalists will call you or myself regarding the wide-angle big picture of collusion of extraction from acquiescence-taught sheep/entertainment-buyers/citizen-taxpayers.
Is that too much to hope for?
Robert Winkler Burke
Reno, Nevada
775-690-7293 cell
LISTEN to In That Day Teachings Radio Show #14
Wilderness prophet Robert Winkler Burke of Reno, Nevada reintroduces In That Day Teachings. He discusses how the teachings came to him, what they are, and what he hopes to accomplish with them: Namely, greater indwelt manifestation of the Lord Jesus Christ, in disciples through worshipping God in spirit and truth. The truth part means correct doctrine. Correct doctrine means identifying wrong doctrine, removing it, and installing correct doctrine. The spirit part means being of a right spirit, not pedantic, not religious, not rigid, not closed to the move of God. Listen to this fresh message!
Each knowing each others’ wiles but keeping them hidden,
Publically we might complain,
Of each other, but lusted riches of ill-getting.
In fact, after a while it wasn’t,
The money really so much,
It was the deception gaming,
The lying, brassy gambit!
The fun wasn’t conniving,
The masses out of their money,
It was messing their brains,
Violating souls was our honey!
With all our power,
We could have transparently taught the deceived the light,
Instead we enslaved,
And entrapped souls, insidiously invisible, to our delight!
The secret to liberty,
Is mutual self-restraint,
But when you’re mega-greedy,
Promote this you can’t.
So we promoted ourselves,
Our lovely personas,
Deceived, we deceived others,
To love our coronas.
Now we know,
Gifted with talent, we robbed the gullible poor,
We’re doomed,
Hell might be bad, but we deserve a billion more.
The Morass of Modern Myopia
By Robert Winkler Burke
Of inthatdayteachings.com
Copyright 4/20/2009
Modern myopia,
Is to have no freedoms,
To see dystopia,
Of self-interested kingdoms.
To not see statists wanting all,
Nor the men behind the curtain,
To not see leaders in cabal,
That is the one thing certain.
Billions for our leaders everywhere,
Rock star, preacher, author, politician,
Billions for the self-interested telling us,
Remit, remit: all you in lowly position.
But they have broken our backs,
From their blinding wile-screen,
The extreme rich have taken too much,
Things are not what they seem.
We see now the choice isn’t,
Between being raped or the rapist,
We choose to be neither,
Devil take the billionaire statist.
We shall not support the tricky wordsmith,
With wiles, propaganda, smoke and mirrors,
We reject such preachers, teachers, politicians,
We pledge to hearken to truth only as hearers.
Cursed be our leaders who,
Box-trap our free souls,
Let darkness take the opaque,
We enlist in liberty’s rolls.
Liberty is simply mutual dedication,
To America’s Founding Fathers’ great self-constraint,
We pledge allegiance to this freedom,
To hell with privileged oligarchs among us who can’t.
LISTEN to In That Day Teachings Radio Show #13
Wilderness prophet Robert Winkler Burke explains In That Day Teachings, freedom to see the hidden agendas behind self-interested leaders, holy flexibleness compared to rigid righteousness, the Book of Job, the indwelling of Christ, self-critique and transcendent moral order versus whacky broadcast Christianity and its implosive leaders of error. Burke gives an invitation to study Russian Martial Art Systema and In That Day Teachings in Reno, Nevada.
Wilderness prophet Robert Winkler Burke explains In That Day Teachings and the Book of Job, how Job went from rigid righteousness to holy flexibility, which enables a "Rosetta Stone" of understanding for comprehending deceptions of statists, media, culture and broadcast Christianity shenanigans. Is the future rapture, a Second Coming? Or is the future the quick-indwelt indwelling of Christ?Pastor Ann of Eastern Europe calls in to register protest that Burke is completely wrong about his interpretation of Job!
Wilderness prophet Robert Winkler Burke of Reno, Nevada explains In That Day Teachings and announces an open invitation to visit him in Reno and enjoy two learning environs: First, you may train in Russian Martial Art twice a day: at 11:30 am and 7 pm. Second, you may receive lessons in In That Day Teachings during other times of the week; including video, radio and written productions. Suggest you attend Monday-thru Friday as a seminar attendee, any last week of the month. Call 775-690-7293 for arrangements.See also www.battlebornsystema.com, for opportunity to train ancient martial art, at least one-thousand years old from Russian Orthodox Christianity.Radio Show#11 also speaks much aboutone prophetic seer verses 400 false seers; the gross deception of the media in the 1960’s in America, the gross deception of the media and politics in the 2008 Presidential election cycle in America, the gross deception of the University of Southern California Journalism School experience of Burke (1978) and John Zeigler (2009), and the gross deception of the state-media government of George Orwell’s Nineteen Eighty-Four (written 1948), and the gross deception of the Pentecostal broadcast church at this present time of darkness.
At hell’s gate the fools often in false surprise say,
Not fair!We weren’t precisely warned!
And We say, Our witness on earth you mocked then,
Witness now to whom you hearkened.
LISTEN to In That Day Teachings Radio Show #10
Wilderness prophet Robert Winkler Burke explains In That Day Teachings; how true doctrine increases sight; how bad doctrine reduces sight; how the world and people are covered in darkness and gross darkness: Bad doctrine and gross doctrine. This is true in the media, in politics, in some business and especially true in broadcast Christianity. Evil inhabits bad doctrine and creates much blindness of the spirit. So down is up; and evil is exalted and reward fantastically while good is loathed and punished more fantastically. Pastor Ann of East Europe calls in to Blog Talk Radio with questions, correction and comment about In That Day Teachings.Session ends with powerful poems of rebuke.
(Your Four In That Day Teachings)BOOKS HAVE BEEN A BLESSING. I HAD PRINTED LOTS THE MATERIAL OFF NET, BUT I HAVE BEEN HELPED BY THE ORDER IN THE BOOK FORM AND ALL THE EXTRA INTRO'S ETC.
GOT JUMPED BY A MUSLIM M.D AT HOSPITAL TODAY... HE BELIEVES 911 WAS PULLED OFF BY THE "CHRISTIAN" PRESIDENT BUSH. AMAZING THE LOGIC OF AND POWER OF THE RELIGIOUS SPIRITS OF OUR DAY. WORSHIP OF THE BOOK AND RELIGIOUS SUPERSTITION. HE GAVE ME A BOOK TO READ "FOR GOD AND COUNTRY" WRITTEN BY AN EX. US ARMY CHAPLAIN STATIONED AT GUANTANAMO BAY. READ TWO PAGES- "CHRISTIAN USA IS THE DEVIL" MUSLIMS SEE ALL AMERICANS AS CHRISTIANS AND THEIR ENEMY. THEY DO NOT KNOW THAT THEIR ENEMY IS THE TRUTH.
BE BLESSED. ALAN... LISTENING TO REPLAY OF YOUR SHOW #9 AS I TYPE.
LISTEN to In That Day Teachings Radio Show #9
(Wherein Robert Winkler Burke explains In That Day Teachings and the moral hazards of being a follower of prosperity preaching, of soulish healing, of being unprepared for the coming second economic woe, of not being able to accept truth and Jesus indwelt.)
(Wherein Robert Winkler Burke explains “Derivatives to Dunces, Billions to Brazen,” the moral hazard of today, which is Mental Slavery.Mental Slavery is promulgated by a) inculcating passive citizen-sheep who b) agree to be fleeced of most all monies to necessarily go as a redemptive process to c)billionaires in pulpit, politics, purveyors of media rivers of mesmerizing information or power-brokers of business; all this being d) closed-loop information package allowing e) no correction anytime any place.Whom the son sets free is free indeed.)
Okay, let's look at a big set of patterns... "derivatives to dunces, billions to brazen"
1)Certain mega-egos in the financial industry make financial derivatives so obscure and complicated, they can be packaged as rated AAA when really the underlying mortgage loans were junk. These brilliant derivative packagers were paid by annual bonuses that robbed the owners (shareowners, mutual fund/401K holders) of the institutions, and made the businesses lose money.
2)Certain mega-egos in the political realm TAKE the taxpayer's money and give it to these institutions, too big to fail. The political and business leaders expect the public to acquiesce and be passive.... to wait, while money is extracted out of them.... to make the rich... richer and more powerful, whether politician or banker.
3)Certain mega-egos in the religious realm make religious derivatives so obscure and complicated, they can be packaged as AAA when really the underlying doctrines are junk. This would be Word of Faith/Prosperity/Give-to-Get shenanigans. These "shiny/shyster" derivative packagers insist that the POOR make them MORE RICH.... Even to the extent that self-proclaimed BILLIONAIRE preachers continue to ask the poor to make themselves more rich.
4)Certain mega-egos in the media/news/entertainment arena raise no red flags about all this. Hell, the news is somewhat secular religious/new-age/and Christian/Muslim/Mystic anyway! These mega-egos write books, and interview people in business, politics and religion that write books. They all love and make lies, oops, I mean they all write and promote each others books on rapture to rupture.
5)In all of this, the sheep.... the people are expected to have ONE ACTIVE DUTY... To allow money to be taken from themselves and given dutifully to the mega-egos obtaining billion dollar fortunes. That would be mega-broadcast ministers, mega-business meisters, mega-stars of media, mega-stars of sports, mega-stars of entertainment and the occasionally mega-star of book-writing or such. The cult of collusion and fusion is persona worship. Worship the minister... of pulpit or politics. All the same shenanigans. All the same dynamics. All the same Neuro-Linguistic Programming (NLP) methods.
6)In sum, the great unwashed masses of the entire planet are to hear from the mega-rich, "Well done, thou good and faithful financial slaves."
7)Information only flows from the mega-rich enterprises of rape DOWN to the unwashed masses who must agree to mental slavery and violation of MORAL TRANSCENDENT TRUTHS and IGNORANCE of CRITICAL THINKING.
8)If any posit, like this one, appears.... simply ignore it, or make a snide and very hip comment attacking the intelligence of the writer, which would be me... my bad!
LISTEN to In That Day Teachings Radio Show #7
(Wherein Pastor Ann calls in the radio show from her location in Europe.She asks Burke questions, which prompts many teachings that he explains to her.She questions Burke’s asking for money for books.Burke agrees to stop asking for money for the next ten radio programs.Burke tells her all the content of the books for sale can be found for free in the website:www.inthatdayteachings.com.)
(This day-after Resurrection Sunday message comments on Newsmax’s current magazine: THE JESUS QUESTION: WILL HE EVER RETURN?, regarding the instant-now indwelt coming of Christ, the Protestant church’s need to repent massively regarding miscomprehension of Jesus’ return, the moral hazard of today being mental slavery, mental-enslaver Obama, mesmerizing, Neuro-Linguistic Programming, NLP, fascism and church collusion, and corrections of the prophet.)
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Selling Make Believes
By Robert Winkler Burke
Of inthatdayteachings.com
Copyright 4/11/2009
Listen to the cadence of that one who leads,
Voice high, then low, then a pause,
Using mesmerizing to sell make believes,
Filling jet plane tanks for a cause.
Who the leader is it doesn’t matter,
Political, business, religious: the same,
We must fill jet tanks of mad hatters,
We must give everything we have for this bane.
Prosperity church teaches me to give to ones,
Far, far richer than I,
Who tell me I’ve done good to wait for sums,
So they can fly, fly, fly!
Political leaders tell me times are harder,
We must pay more and more tax,
They’ve had to bail out the business partner,
They’ve met on airport tarmacs.
We are the used-up, fly-over people,
Giving our all,
To business, capitol and steeple,
Too big to fall.
We have been mesmerized and used,
To pay jet-set lifestyles,
Of theo-economic gurus,
Who sell make believe wiles.
Who taught us to be mice so still,
And easily eaten by cats?
Public teachers, religious shills,
And fawning media mats.
This isn’t America of old,
This isn’t my father’s army,
Let’s reject what we’ve been sold,
And say no to the vile smarmy.
We’ll not cut their lousy throats,
But rather, their make believe: stealing other people’s money,
No more funding for the bloats,
We shall earn, and keep and taste liberty, our chosen honey.
Now we say enough,
To mesmerizing wiles,
We’re not weak, we’re tough,
We see through fake styles.
We shall have our Founding Fathers’ liberty,
And you leaders shall be vexed,
Stand down you fey deceivers, it’s not pretty,
What may be coming next.
Our ancient relatives of old,
Fought mysticism and tyranny,
Now we shall acquit ourselves bold,
And fight once more to be free.
And surely it will be said a thousand years from now,
On exotic moons, planets and in far away space,
Our sons and daughters must be vigilant somehow,
Or mystical tyranny will be the trump card ace.
Whether too lawless or too many a law,
Let’s cut out the mesmerizing rap,
Liberty’s constraint commands our awe,
America keeps it on the map.
LISTEN to In That Day Teachings Radio Show#5
(This Resurrection Sunday message is profound, timely and uplifting!It features prophetic warnings, Mark 16:20 signs explained, Obama, mesmerizing, Neuro-Linguistic Programming, NLP and correction of the prophet.)
LISTEN to In That Day Teachings Radio Show, Episode #4:
(This is about discerning different wiles of broadcast Christianity, Neuro-Linguistic Programming and mesmerizing practices of shepherds.This half-hour program was unfortunately cut short by a few minutes.)
Repent of teaching demagogues their clever styles?
How can blind sheep see,
After ministries have thoroughly blinded them?
How get we free from,
Theo-fascist leaders: our mystic tyrant twins?
Only by devouring cold, hard truth,
Shall we get out from fraud’s deceit,
Only when we stop funding love-the-lie-makers,
Shall we return justice to her seat.
Only when we see the ugly, awful terrible truth,
Pulpit and political leaders have been misleading,
Liberty is obedience to transcendent moral order,
There is no justice without self-constrained freedom.
LISTEN to In That Day Teachings Radio Show, Episode #3:
(This is about discernment of Neuro-Linguistic Programming and mesmerizing practices of the broadcast Christian ministries, Barack Obama and such.Listen to see!Again, sorry for the loud piano volume. I will keep working to smooth out the sound.)
What terrible, tragic events will trip true sight’s lever?
To date virtually all chastisement and rebuke of them has been mocked,
What epically evil event will get the calculatingly dishonest defrocked?
The Corrupted Corrupt as One Fusion
By Robert Winkler Burke
Of inthatdayteachings.com
Copyright 4/3/2009
T he opposite of,
There are no fixed rules, only guidelines,
Which,
In truth, is God’s biblical, most holy way,
Is,
There are no guidelines, only fixed rules,
That,
Fey leaders make and change, for you to obey.
What,
Do preachers, media, teachers and politicians tell us?
Always,
There are no guidelines, only changing rules they sell us,
Tithing,
Is the rule preachers mandate as being always supreme,
Taxing,
Is the rule media, teachers and politicians use to us ream.
Surprised,
That preachers broadcast with scallywags in collusion?
Follow,
The money, honey: The corrupted corrupt as one fusion,
Systemic,
Is the unified, cohesive propaganda of greedy sheep-shearing,
Problematic,
Are the self-interested, empowered leaders we’re all hearing.
Once,
In America people were substantially more free,
Before,
Rivers of broadcasting halted what people could be,
Free,
In the knowledge of wile detection and ability to see,
Wolves,
In sheep’s clothing now worshipped as deity.
Now,
Empowered cats teach blind mice to be meals,
So long,
As all think uncritically but have good feels,
Darkness,
Behold covers the land, gross darkness the people,
Thanks,
To foul shepherd leaders less human than beetle.
Awake,
Oh sleeping giant that is America pure,
Shake off,
The deception long-bound you secure,
Fund not,
The proud ant leaders posing as savior men,
Let’s roll,
Liberty-lost America, be patriot-citizens again!
The Saga of Three Seers
By Robert Winkler Burke
Of inthatdayteachings.com
Copyright 4/3/2009
I see tomorrow’s future,
Said three seers,
Offering three different groups,
Assuage for fears.
First seer says,
Tomorrow will be great!
Now fill, fill, fill,
My collection plate!
Second seer says,
Tomorrow will come beast!
Now make, make, make,
My wallet most, yours least!
Third seer says,
Tomorrow will be recompense,
Now die, die, die,
To self and wrong doxie’s sins!
Broadcasting preachers world around,
Say, We like seers one and two,
As for this seer number three,
Ignore him!It’s best what we do!
Seers one and two,
Were, are and will be proved wrong,
Seer three is poor,
Ignored, but proved ever strong.
.
The Lesser Seer’s Delusion
By Robert Winkler Burke
Of inthatdayteachings.com
Copyright 4/3/2009
Presently lesser seers can,
See a delusion,
Of a soon-coming time,
Great with confusion.
These religious seers,
Christian and otherwise,
See ahead to events,
Then falsely surmise.
They surmise their sect,
Must participate,
Actively in the death carnage,
Coming by fate.
Death will indeed,
Come to all it’s due,
Religious sects at this time,
Must warn more than few.
But religious sects,
Of any flavor,
Must do no man harm,
But be good neighbor.
Militaries of nations,
Must guard their borders,
Be law-upholding power,
Providing good order.
Nevertheless, the destructive will destroy themselves,
Of this it is certain,
True seers warn, not wield the weapons, of the fools’,
Last act, final curtain.
Inexorably Coming to This Present Age
By Robert Winkler Burke
Of inthatdayteachings.com
Copyright 4/2/2009
A wise man will not get in the way,
Of another man’s self-destruction,
A wise people will not presume to stop,
Others in delusive combustion.
We are in an age,
Of almost no general unity,
Yet also an age,
Recompense meets impunity.
The seeing who don’t see all,
Are tempted to enjoin and encourage,
The death lovers’ destruction,
Now inexorably coming this age.
The worst mistake for lesser seers,
Is to partake in carnal trigger pulling,
When the goal is to get out of the path,
Of those whom God allows fooling.
God lets the fools fool themselves,
Madly and die,
Our job: Warn them, then let what comes,
Sadly go by.
How to Make Demagogues Smile… or Run Away!
By Robert Winkler Burke
Of inthatdayteachings.com
Copyright 4/1/2009
Poltroons, unsheathe your trusty swords!
Which we say are remittances us towards!
Toward your leaders in pulpit, broadcasting and government,
We taught and teach you to never ask where money went!
As broadcasting preachers, we say, Get Ready!
Buy our books, keep our whore business steady!
As teachers we say, Prepare for university!
Where we rape logic by insane diversity.
A diversity of wiles we statist leaders use,
For you not to detect our soft tyranny ruse.
We in media said crazy Jeremiah Wright was sort of alright,
Next, the Obama nation we mesmerized without much fight.
The great sword of critical thinking we’ve broken in two,
And our culpable pastors, Devil love ‘em, haven’t a clue!
Religious broadcasting is stuck in popular, pernicious wiles,
Making more spiritless cowards, making demagogues’ smiles!
So poltroons, unsheathe your swords!
Pick carefully your weapon!
The same remittances to keep us gorged?
Or your left-behind noggin’!
Double-dare you to think critically,
For yours and God’s best interests,
Use the sword of logic rule-of-law,
To throw out vultures in vests!
March 30, 2009
Mother, May I?
By Robert Winkler Burke
Of inthatdayteachings.com
Copyright 3/30/09
Men who are men, who know what to do,
Are marginalized by the empowered few,
Who fear us because we know what to do,
Which is to get rid of the deceiving few.
But now men can’t do what they’re born to do,
To protect the weak-minded from the brazen few,
Who enslave so cleverly without overt shackles,
Men see, but blind sheep love their wolf hackles.
The prey wolves warn their sheep against wolves divine,
Divine wolves who defrock prey wolves, no pay in mind,
Other than to do right for right’s sake alone,
Get rid of evil and let all make good homes.
Since prey wolves stop divine wolves from power,
What’s needed is a mama bear wolf at this hour,
Once set; good men will ask, Mother, may I?
She’ll nod, and then: prey wolves better hide.
The divine wolves, ever gentlemen, need not growl,
Divine wolves bare plain words and prey wolves howl,
But their words are as mighty swords from apocalypse,
Truth’s enemies melt from rule-of-law documents fixed.
Of Christian Smarts and Duped-Deceived Hearts
By Robert Winkler Burke
Of inthatdayteachings.com
Copyright 3/30/09
And now the global economy has turned gut-wrenching sour,
How will the overweening prosperity preachers fill the hour?
Perhaps they’ll change dispensation, and speak of rapture,
When times are hard, that gambit ploy increases stature.
And if there’s civic upheaval, don’t you know,
The rapturists will ever say, We told you so.
Why do so many sheep pledge quiescence to this wayward wolf community?
Answer: Wolf packs demand allegiance to their sanguine culture of impunity.
If you can’t buy into their jabberwocky ruse,
STOP critical thinking!Then amen their hallelu’s.
Friend, either your mind or theirs is marked with six,
And can or can’t buy God Almighty’s hard truth mix.
Are we at long last, seeing decline and disintegration of empires of ruse?
Or are we seeing recruits and enlistment among the great ranks confused?
One thing we know: God is smart,
I ask in that regards, How thou art?
Let’s hope and pray for a possible outbreak of Christian smarts,
The world has enough lemming-brained, dupe-deceived hearts.
Maybe I am wrong about this give-to-propagandizers-get-from-God throng,
I’ll grant they need your monies for their campaigns to be proved not wrong.
How the Sun Could Shed Light on Free Truth-Words
By Robert Winkler Burke
Of inthatdayteachings.com
Copyright 3/29/09
Wouldn’t it be funny, so funny,
If the sun got too sunny,
For American electric power lines,
And cities had hail times.
Christian TV would be temporarily shut out,
And the video shows of great gout,
The big cities would be fire-trap death zones,
No water, no power, no thrones.
Just fires and death and traffic jams,
And of course, lawless riot fans,
And victims of fear most everywhere,
But the outs at peace, prepared.
In big cities with no electricity, no internet,
People could only by the radio sit,
And regain sanity of mind with radio listening,
Learning deep truth, their lost mission.
By hearing of true words,
We can be free,
God gives us His scourges,
For liberty.
With epic emergency comes bad unimaginable,
But also at times, good God inhabitable,
In those forced to sudden non-immersion,
From brain-washing to indwelt conversion!
Would the heardwords be then,
From our Christian television men?
No, no, no!A thousand times NO!
It’d simply be free-truth, talk radio.
Loving My Lack of Conscious Finitude!
By Robert Winkler Burke
Of inthatdayteachings.com
Copyright 3/28/09
I LOVE word of faith chakras revered,
My goodie-for-me menu entrees tiered,
They work for broadcasters divine,
Who take money from me and mine,
Only mantras of faith keeps me so sheared!
I LOVE witchcraft occult prosperity,
Whose preachers take all in sincerity,
The more I give ‘em,
The more they’re needin’,
Only mantras of faith keeps me in purity!
I LOVE socialist leaders who must take all I have,
My pastors, who taught me well, with them brag,
We citizen sheep,
Are easy to keep,
Stupified with mantras any dumb demagogue has!
I LOVE Pentecostal doctrines taught the believer,
I am a give-to-my-leader, wait-to-be-a-receiver,
I am so thrilled to be brave,
Surfing the next vulgar wave,
Repeating mantras of my self-sacrificing leader!
I LOVE saying Hope, Change and Get Ready,
No foundation could be made more steady,
You name it,
I’ll claim it,
Rape, rob, kill us: we’ll just say it’s pretty!
Regarding the Fine Art of Caring
By Robert Winkler Burke
Of inthatdayteachings.com
Copyright 3/27/09
Mark 4:24; Luke 8:18
My friend told me my pastor was a jabberwocky demagogue,
But I don’t care,
And that my pastor does what he learns from a TV preacher,
Extraordinaire.
And that that’s how majorities elect a demagogue leader,
Vanity fair,
My critical thinking friend also says things are not good,
To all beware.
And that there is a prophet who saw all this coming,
With insightful flares,
Saying cheap preaching dumbs down sheep who elect,
Mad ravenous bears.
And that the prophet says the cats teach the mice to,
Lie on tableware,
And be eaten by pastors, broadcasters and leaders,
Wheat eaten by tare.
So my friend says the prophet says there is horrible,
Bad trouble brewing,
But MY pastor says HIS broadcaster says THIS prophet,
He’ll be skewering.
So I told my friend the problem is solved,
So there!
And to shut up!‘Cause he’s wrong to think,
We care!
To say we’re wrong is something we would,
Never dare!
But my friend says we will as soon as our,
Cupboard’s bare.
Turning a Page
By Robert Winkler Burke
Of inthatdayteachings.com
Copyright 3/27/09
Mathew 24:28
Page, wouldst thou become a knight?
Then read herein what I do write,
Thou hast been forgiven many mistakes,
Now you shan’t.Each one you make,
Will be remembered by me, your mentor,
Become your inquisitor tormentor.
And why remember each new sin?
To spur true repentance deep within,
To oust evil spirits you’ve long had,
Hiding under grace given when bad,
Now the opposite rule for you applies,
As foul, fey control within you dies.
I shall NOT with you forgive and forget,
God and I love you too much for that,
But if you insist on being brazen immature,
You won’t be called out, you’ll stay impure.
The choice is thine own now page,
Who art thou, son: knave or sage?
Why Do the Theo-Economic TV Priests Rage?
By Robert Winkler Burke
Of inthatdayteachings.com
Copyright 3/27/09
Psalm 2, Revelation 3:19
WHY do the Theo-economic TV priests rage, and their viewers imagine a vain thing?(For generations they have believed the economy, and their success in it, as God!)
2The prosperity kings of the earth set themselves apart (living in a creepy, vapid and thoroughly deluded self-congratulatory world), and the Christian broadcast programmers take counsel together, against the LORD, and against his true anointed, saying,
3Let us break their bands (of prophetic and holy warnings) asunder, by never allowing a video camera to show true rebuke or chastisement on air, and cast away their cords of correction from us.
5He that sitteth in the heavens shall laugh:The Lord shall have them in derision.
6Thou shalt break them with rod of great modern depression; thou shalt dash them in pieces like a profligate in bankruptcy, like a tax cheat in audit, like a give-to-get preacher caught in one form of adultery or the other (as they adulterate the word, so themselves).
7Be wise now, therefore, O ye kings of avoiding chastisement: be instructed that thou hast been utterly uncorrectable; ye judges of what shall be broadcast in My Name.
8Serve the LORD with fear, and rejoice not that thou hast served thyself by eating sheep’s meat and drinking sheep’s blood until thou art gorged unto point of bursting open and loosing alien demons within; even as thou has broadcast thine own demon spirits worldwide in a manner so brazen that would even make Jezebel herself blush in shame.
9Kiss the Son, lest he be angry, and ye perish from the way of gold rings, bejeweled watches, big hair, envy-pandering, extravagant stage sets, executive jets, multiple mansions, overseas bank accounts and shiny, brazen egos from the pit of hell itself.
10Blessed are all they that see what thou do, and do the opposite in fear and trembling.
Hello again Robert
I just finished watching your first installment called "Road to Monument valley". I was busy packin' paper parcels and felt the Lord tell me to mail and encourage you.
I don't know what led you to do what you do, but when you sing I smiled and thought "What boldness! and freedom in the Lord".I can imagine Philip on that road when the Holy Ghost spoke to him about the Eunuch, or perhaps Paul alone on the road, frustrated as the Holy Ghost denies him entrance to Asia.
I don't know your situation and what you do, but I haven't even started your videos really and am already blessed. Very few people really speak the Truth anymore and there's a great divide between laity and clergy which I believe the Lord is breaking down.
I want to encourage you today and tell you that what you're doing is setting people free.
There are very few "voices in the wilderness" out there because the wilderness (which is God's purpose for change and character building) is uncomfortable and opposed to the prosperity message.It humbles people, and humility is hard to come by, costs much but bring forth the gold refined.
I love you and God bless.
PS. If you'll permit me, I'd like to also make your videos available on my site by posting up links with short descriptions perhaps and reference to your site by a direct link.
Ivin
Ivin,
God bless you and thank you for your encouraging words.
You are welcome to post my poems on your website, as long as you provide credit and reference back to wwww.inthatdayteachings.com.
Hope you like my teachings and continue in truth with your website.
Hoping all in Christ,
Robert Winkler Burke
Reno, Nevada USA
775-690-7293 cell
To: info@inthatdayteachings.com
Hello Robert.
I love your work on inthatdayteachings.com. I have a prophetic/revival website called http://www.220generation.com and I often ask for people to partner with my site on subjects of revival and such. Would you be interested in submitting some of you posts (poems/writings/others) for use on my website, I saw lots of copyright notices , so I am very cautious.
Have a look anmd tell me if you were interested. I am partcilarly intersted in posting youir peoms on our poem page... at least some of them. Let me know
God bless.
Ivin Viljoen
Spirit Glasses
By Robert Winkler Burke
Of inthatdayteachings.com
Copyright 3/23/09
Revelation 6; Isaiah 28:2
In a vision, in a dream,
In a place not seeming what it seemed,
Somewhere far beyond remote,
I was a peasant at a castle, outside a moat,
Clouds were dark, sky was grey,
A voice said, Listen, knave, to what I say.
A huge angel stood at my left,
Write, he said, what you see today bereft,
This castle holds God’s warriors,
Each with his horse, each teamed for remorse!
Flash!Lightening! Bang!Thunder!
Drawbridge down, battle sounds and wonder!
I saw Horse and Rider One,
Black as never seen sun, or ever heard of one,
Black judgment this is, son,
You will feel your sin and perchance die within,
Said the angel at my side,
But most aren’t attentive at this preventive: Behold!
Then came Horse and Rider Two,
Grey or green in hue or brew,
Sort of liquid, sort of ethereal,
Ofbruising-death and horror gore!
These are causative spirits, said my angel,
It’s the circle of not-life, all rife with strife.
Good God!I really can’t take it anymore!
I’m weak and tweaked, I said, in spirit meek,
Eat some light, eat some truth, eat this for might,
My angel said, for ache Revelation Six partake,
And eat Isaiah Twenty-eight: Two, it’s good for you.
Feeling better, I saw Horse and Rider Three,
Fiery red ANGER!And, DANGER!
I felt VIOLENCE!WAR!CHAOS!NO PEACE!
As if I became the foul brood that murders good!
This is the result, the angel said,
Of horses One and Two: Anger and Angst of Red.
Here’s where the fake good are shown they are not,
Where, by God, hypocrites have one last shot,
What do hypocrites have?What have they got?I asked,
I was ignored complete.So I had to repeat:
What do hypocrites have?What have they got?I asked,
Saying no more, the angel pointed to number Four.
OH MY GOD!OH MY GOD!OH MY GOD!
I fell on my face!I burned!I writhed!I died!
You’re not dead, the angel said.You have dread.
You’re just feeling what’s in store those met by Four.
Crying!Weeping!Prostrating my face! Hurting bad!
I rolled in agony for my sin!Deep hidden sin!
WHITE!OH GOD!SO WHITE!SO VERYWHITE!
Came Horse and Rider Four: so pure,
I was conquered and convicted: A hypocrite IS sin!
I felt complete seen, unclean and mean,
I longed for death and darkness and final ending,
To escape what is inevitably due the untrue.
This is what, the angel said,
The four horses are actually for,
Go home, write it down,
Doom swoops soon to buffoons,
To masses without passes,
Give them a poem: spirit glasses.
So: Do bad, the black judgment spirit lurks,
Then by grey spirit fey, nothing works,
Red spirit-activated anger makes you blow,
You publically are shown to be low,
The spirit of white light convicts with truth,
Last chance: Repent, let God be in you.
Civil Unrest and the Adolescent Religious Mess
By Robert Winkler Burke
Of inthatdayteachings.com
Copyright 3/22/09
What’s the point of massive civil unrest?
What is the test?
To show we are a nation of men, not laws?
To open our jaws?
When cities burn, for what will we yearn?
More policies and lies to churn?
Or breakthrough from bust: time to get up,
And see life as it is, soft and rough?
When bullets fly, and people die in mass,
Will we know why this has come to pass?
If bad rules and schools made ungovernable fools,
Do we raise or drain causative cesspools?
When death comes to the self-destructive,
Shall we view it as instructive?
That the ancient paths of God and man,
Are the only things that stand?
When so much is lost is anything gained?
Can we admit the lies that stained?
Can we, who survive, in unity say, Enough!
Soft has been found to be too rough.
When blood spills on streets and fire surrounds,
Will we have discovered pride’s bounds?
Pride pushed out truths in school, pew and politics,
Humility brings rebuke, life and love’s merits.
When people act out mass violence that’s now in their brains,
Will survivors make good use with what then remains?
Yes!Certainly in education, government, science and business,
But Christian teaching: Must it remain an adolescent mess?
God can always use revolt, can’t He,
To fix what’s broke in our life’s shanty,
Politics, commerce and schools can be fixed,
But Christian correction will be mixed.
So don’t weep for inner cities when they burn,
The infrastructure of civil life we can rebuild,
Weep for bad Christian doctrines still standing,
Can any crisis ever get trollop doxies stilled?
All seems to be prepared, has it not,
To repair and replace damaged rot,
Of American life, liberty and happiness,
Except the unready, religious mess.
So the coming civil unrest, as terrible as it may be,
May get the attention of all authority,
And amends may be made and good corrections done,
But the bad shepherd is still Satan’s son.
I weep that this mayhem of tragic proportion,
May be a lost opportunity to those stubborn of notion,
Who lured masses into destructive seizures,
Shepherds bonded in harmony with wayward cultures,
After the unrest, blessed correction will come to all mores,
But the immature shepherd vultures,
Ravening wolves in sheep’s clothing preparing even now,
Eat sheep meat! Their chow vow.
An Advanced Degree in Thinking
By Robert Winkler Burke
Of inthatdayteachings.com
Copyright 3/21/09
What I needed was a retarded,
Oops! I mean, advanced degree in thinking,
So I immersed myself in fantastic,
Oops!I mean, enlightened Christian preaching.
Me and tens of millions of deceived,
Oops!I mean, genius Christians did this,
So on elections we would be fooled,
Oops!I mean, ruled without prejudice.
We also learned when fleeced how to stop it,
Oops!I mean, to not touch God’s own anointed,
So when voting for US President our trance,
Oops!I mean, our spirit picked the one appointed.
I just thank God for my education from antichrist,
Oops!I mean Christian broadcasting,
I’m happy, no honored, to send money to them,
Oops!I mean to employees governing.
People who don’t understand my compliance, I hate,
Oops!I mean, I kindly, compassionately tolerate,
Who cares?Our leaders from pulpit to capitol devour,
Oops!I mean, have our best interests at stake.
My pulpit and political leaders fly high in their hubris,
Oops!I mean, wonderful executive jets,
My pulpit and political leaders are selfish cannibals,
Oops!I mean, selfless workers for my best!
Christian Broadcast has made me profoundly un-American,
Oops!I mean, the perfect patriot,
When demagogues speak and do evil, I’m so deaf and blind,
Oops!I mean, I’ll agree to whatnot.
My friends say my brain is full of twisted propaganda,
Oops!I mean so Christ-like and Christ-emanating,
They see the doctrines I was immersed uncritically in,
Oops!They’re now arrested, due for terminating.
Assuaging Guilt with Indulgences
By Robert Winkler Burke
Of inthatdayteachings.com
Copyright 3/21/09
Assuaging guilt with indulgences,
Is a time-tested trick,
Catholics did it long ago,
But Luther made them quit.
Now broadcast preachers sell the same,
Saying, God will bless you by sending funds!
But those same rich preachers in jets,
Must buy carbon offsets to not feel moribund!
If you are reading this poem,
For free from the internet,
Assuage your guilt!Send the author,
Your money, your house, your pet!
Don’t feel like doing that?
I have made the mistake,
I showed you how the con works,
You won’t let me from you take.
And what about socialism,
What’s the crafty con job there?
Allow taxation unto death,
For absolution somewhere.
The trick you will notice,
In this kind of scam,
Some group’s in the cash flow,
Grabbing all they can.
You were born free,
But quickly come vicious, traumatic cons,
Stay free in God,
Your money must be with whom it belongs!
What to Do in an Emergency
By Robert Winkler Burke
Of inthatdayteachings.com
Copyright 3/21/09
Colossians 1:26-27
When you face an emergency,
Here’s what you must do,
Do not, I repeat, do not,
Pray God raptures you!
If you think you can pray,
For God to rapture you out of situations,
You have been taught wrong,
By wrong-taught pastors misguiding generations.
So, again, in an emergency,
Don’t pray for rapture!
It’s the reverse: Look for,
The moment to capture!
Capture the right answer to the question,
Am I doing the right thing?
Am I hearing and obeying,
Jesus, Lord of hosts king?
The problem is, if you believe in rapture,
It shortens the antenna,
Of your two-way radio with God,
Who provides you with manna.
Rhema manna gets you through emergencies,
Or helps you avoid them,
If you haven’t been poisoned by wrong doxies,
And opinions of men.
And with each emergency,
Come ice or burn,
The rapture church gets nothing,
But you can learn!
You can learn to abide indwelt with God,
Who perchance comes quickly,
And proves to you rapture is wrong,
And those caught up in it sickly.
And in each emergency realize,
You’ve been wickedly betrayed,
By fear-mongering, rapture fanatics,
Whose dictates you obeyed.
At the bottom of rapture is fear,
And fear God just can’t live near,
Nor lies of wrong doctrines, yet,
You must hear God with your ear.
Yes, it is strange and it is brazen bold,
To go from rigid righteous to purity,
To holiness indwelt of the God of old,
Therein, friend, is emergency surety.
Because sure enough,
Christ in you is mysterious,
Paul in Colossians,
One: Twenty-six serious!
In the Future
By Robert Winkler Burke
Of inthatdayteachings.com
Copyright 3/20/09
In the future regarding things not too distant,
We will fight against mysticism and tyranny,
The economy, peace and nations may collapse,
But don’t worry, good will return eventually.
All things that can shake,
Will be shaken,
But the church will sleep,
It won’t awaken.
Because of talk radio and critical mass thinking,
And truth self-published on the internet,
Most all bad things will turn back to the good,
But man’s Christian TV religion: forget.
Anybody with Christ-minded brain,
Anybody with Father God’s heart,
Is kept from today’s debased pulpit,
By leaders only antichrist smart.
In fifty years from today when,
Science, government and education are advanced,
Maybe then television pastors,
Will stop being the world’s most famous miscreants.
What is your business, then in the future?
Is your business religion primarily for money?
Forget that idea entirely, don’t be a whore,
Be independent good: God is that way funny!
Certain men and God will unite to go forward,
Together of one mind,
Religious TV pastors, mostly desolate,
Will leave themselves behind.
How Prophets Escape Their Own Rebuke
By Robert Winkler Burke
Of inthatdayteachings.com
Copyright 3/19/09
Ezekiel 13
Hey now! Let’s grab some prophetic jabberwocky!
Hard times are coming with blessings over the hill!
I predict first BAD, then GOOD, no maybe reverse!
Jesus is coming now, no later, again and until!
Until you see my pattern coming from second heaven,
It’s got the good I need to succeed with soul-leaven,
Always titillating and urgent: good or bad gyrating,
Nothing makes much sense, just bizarre speculating.
Never does such rambling talk of precise, specific ills,
Of churches of wrong doxie become make-hell mills,
Never a mention the prophecies are thin-wrapped fluff,
Tomorrow will be good, no bad.Shut up!Enough!
These prophesy freaks copy each other,
They are in bed together, sister and brother,
If a true prophet slapped them in the face,
They’d say, Whoever did this: lacked grace!
To them, grace covers damn near everything,
And rapture is hallowed as God and as king,
Whatever happens, whatever the great sting,
Nothing changes this merry-go-round ring.
Even correction they say will be gently nebulous,
There’s room for everything satanic on their bus,
And there are always Davids hidden in the cave,
But not one to correct them, no none that brave.
Just idiots in error,
Prophet bull or bear,
None very much smart,
Or seeking God’s heart.
It’s how prophets escape their own rebuke,
It’s how each agrees with the other to be took,
It’s the actual holiness they each miss in turn,
It’s hell’s fire growing large, so happy to burn.
It’s how hell wastes the uncorrectable prophetic,
Making it simple, dry bones, drought-land pathetic,
“Come,” they say, “let us get wine, and let us drink heavily of strong drink (OF SELF-EXALTATION AND DEIFICATION); And tomorrow will be like today, only more so.”
Give me a handkerchief,
To wipe my brow,
I’m shocked, shocked!
To preach somehow.
To preach the gospel,
All these years,
On TV for millions,
Now in tears!
Send me more money,
Despite the mess,
We’ll preach our message,
More so unless.
Unless, where’s my amen corner?
We confess,
Our witchcraft in religion is,
Politics.
As our nation’s politics,
So also our television pulpits,
We’ve made sheep for the slaughter,
We are the demagogue culprits!
A charade of leadership,
Controlling each in his own way,
Bent bible, bent constitution,
Just believe what we now say!
Yesterday’s problems,
You will forget,
Send money by tax,
Credit or check!
Don’t worry about us in control,
Of airwaves, schools or government,
We’ll get by for you somehow,
Just don’t ask where your money went.
Follow the money and you’ll see,
It doesn’t matter the anywho doxie,
Them that anon don’t got, don’t get,
Them that do, by foxy, got moxie!
But it’s not enough for us in charge,
To take our nation’s money and soul,
We must have your worship: Kneel and bow!
We must be God, to keep control.
The I-AM-Not-in-Ain’ts
By Robert Winkler Burke
Of inthatdayteachings.com
Copyright 2/6/09
Colossians 1:26-27; Matthew 23:38-39
Two hundrerd years ago,
God’s cutting edge church found wanting,
Truth’s tired old formulas,
Were out, not popular, weirdly haunting.
The truth that Jesus returns,
Indwelt in His saints,
Was on the out, disbelieved by,
The I-AM-not-in-ain’ts.
So they invented rapture,
In which Jesus returns,
They added spirits of fear,
In which we all burn.
For two hundred years,
We burn to buy the next book,
How Jesus returns literally,
In a moment, to see if the next book took.
Took us unawares,
Of the mystery,
That Jesus returns,
Inside you and me.
But again, that’s a tired old formula,
One we, by majority vote, believe is untrue,
So if Jesus returns in His pure saints,
Well, we’ll let Jesus do what He must do.
But the back, the great big back,
We all have we will give,
To all who dare host quick Jesus,
In the lives that they live.
Without fear, we give our backside,
Our lovely big backside we show,
To any disbeliever in rapture who,
Displays God’s indwelt duo.
Again, such truth is a tired old formula,
Much disbelieved,
How can rapture leaders make moola,
Without truth reprieved?
Hurrah for two hundred years of rapture,
Fifty of prosperity!
Long may truth be a tired old formula,
In this age insanity!
Who would brave disbelieving mad doctrines,
Broadcast to one hundred nations?
Only fools for truth, only the lonely brave,
Only the orthodox believing creation.
Such marked souls,
Can’t buy, write or sell rapture books,
Only having to show,
Inside, Jesus, if anyone spiritually looks.
But the I-am-not-in-ain’ts,
Are in charge of broadcasting religious things,
Loving themselves, their sheep and sheep shearing,
Hating only witnesses indwelt of their king.
THE BACK!The back must be given,
To discourage the foolhardy, indwelt remnant!
The I-AM-not-in-ain’ts are wise,
Making souls which come quick the great I AM can’t.
For Jesus can’t come in unclean vessels,
Who won’t bless His return in others,
The I-AM-not-in-ain’ts turn back on such,
Preferring lies of rapture book sellers.
Moral Hazard Jeopardy:That Old Religious Game Show!
By Robert Winkler Burke
Of inthatdayteachings.com
Copyright 3/18/2009
(A Rebuke in the shape of an “R”.)
The Answer is:They oft create moral hazards for viewers.
The Question is:What have popular broadcast ministries done?
The Answer is:To get money, power and fame in exchange.
The Question is:Why have they created moral hazards for viewers?
The Answer is:They beat up the faith of viewers as their faith grows.
The Question is:What happens when televangelists obtain monies from viewers by promising blessings returned by God?
The Answer is:By promoting and selling vapid material for their gain.
The Question is:How do televangelists keep people from bible reading?
Answer is:By teaching erroneous, fad doxies to occupy our souls.
The Question is:How do televangelists stop Jesus from indwelling?
The Answer is:It fills people with antichrist spiritual greed.
The Question is:What does prosperity theology do?
The Answer is:It blinds people with fear.
The Question is:What does rapture theology do?
The Answer is:By ignoring all prophetic correction.
The Question is:How do televangelists stay in error so long?
The Answer is:Empowerment of bad doctrine destroys them.
The Question is:Why do televangelists so often have moral scandals?
The Answer is:Demagoguery of televangelists makes sheep to love such.
The Question is:Why does America have immoral, demagogue politicians?
How to Stop Male Elephants from Killing Rhino
By Robert Winkler Burke
Of inthatdayteachings.com
Copyright 3/17/2009
(Thanks to Dr. Laura Schlessinger)
Gather ‘round the campfire, friends,
And watch the embers burn,
I’ll tell you of African lands,
And give your soul a turn.
It happened on a game preserve,
Male elephants were killing the rhino,
What’s the cause? Asked the game keeper,
A young intern stood and said, I know.
We took all the mature, older male elephants,
To another part of the territory,
Let’s herd them back with the youth and see,
If young elephants behave more merry.
Sure enough the young buck pachyderms,
Quit killing all the poor rhino,
The older elephant males gave them sense,
To rule their testosterone inferno.
Now friends around the fire, listen up,
Here is the church’s toughen-up lesson,
Without an old, strong prophet or two,
Pastors can have unchecked ambition.
Lacking correcting truth,
Pastors can do brutish things,
To sheep, themselves and God,
Great mercy correction brings!
What, you don’t think it’s really true?
Read the news and weep,
For lack of prophetic rebuke,
Wolves keep eating sheep.
The Saga of the Seeker
By Robert Winkler Burke
Of inthatdayteachings.com
Copyright 3/16/2009
He wasn’t tall, he wasn’t short,
But you’d be wrong to underestimate him,
He would look for her and then rescue her,
And find what there was bad or great in him.
With his white and black paint, grey rifle,
Six gun and reddish-brown colored hat,
He made a great circle southwest to southwest,
All points on the uncivilized map.
At trail-side inn,
At logging camp,
He’d ask for her:
Deborah the tramp.
I found her first!
Said a drunk preacher named Joe,
I taught her the word,
Everything a person should know.
Not every’tang, you fool,
Said a traveling salesman,
I taught ‘erprosperity,
It fixes all wot ails man.
Shut up, you two unejucated, feral ijiots,
Said an obnoxious barkeep,
I taught her to fear end-times and everything,
I made her frightfully weep!
A miner said, We gave virtue employ,
And put her in a flowery room,
We mined ‘er searcher-friendly gentlemen,
Whose love was in gospel bloom!
Where is she now?
The seeker urgently asked,
Injuns took her,
They said, they got away fast.
So the seeker rode long,
The seeker rode hard,
He remembered their tales,
But still was off guard.
Surprised, he found her,
In Indian Scar’s tent,
Her clothes torn up,
Her very spirit rent.
What have you done to her?
The seeker asked Scar,
The same you all want,
I, Scar, did help her!
I taught her my mystic,
Red man jabberwocky,
She can tell the future,
Now she’s proud and cocky!
She’s so full of fear,
And pride and nonsense,
Now she speaks, said Scar,
With all confidence.
You are as mad as the others,
Said the seeker,
I challenge you to a fight,
You can’t keep her.
Scar said, When I cut you,
With my blade, you’ll be like me!
Half-right, half-wrong, messed up,
Conflicted:Half-brilliant, half-crazy!
The seeker said, I’ve been already cut,
But with a different sword,
It cut away the evil roots in my gut,
It was the bible, God’s word.
I use that same sword, said old Scar,
In all my fights,
I use it for evil and I go far,
By all my rights!
They fought in the sand,
They fought in the mud,
They rolled over logs,
All things got disturbed.
Finally, from out of the dust,
And sweaty fight-grime,
The seeker arose limping,
Scar had up and died.
He swallowed his own words,
I’m alive, the enemy’s dead,
Let’s go home now, Debbie,
Was what the seeker said.
The seeker brought her home,
To her good family,
The seeker wouldn’t take pay,
He said it’d be greed.
He said poor Deborah,
Was hurt by her helpers,
Who used her themselves,
As a stone, they steppers.
The seeker was a true hero,
Who did good for good’s sake,
The scoundrels hurt Deborah,
By taking all they could take.
But the lechers of the world even now still brag,
And prey on the world’s lost tramps,
The wolves lord their power on all who’ll listen,
Saying there is but one, not two camps.
March 15, 2009
Weep for Europe
By Robert Winkler Burke
Of inthatdayteachings.com
Copyright 3/15/2009
Weep for Europe,
God help her soul,
Wail for Europe,
God make her whole.
Somewhere in history,
Look deep to find,
In Europe what it is,
God has in mind.
Great peoples, great steeples,
And great standards,
Now shattered, now scattered,
Bitches, bastards.
No mothers of wisdom,
No fathers of lore,
Just cheap thinking thinkers,
Like pimp and like whore.
Where art thou, oh great legend Europe?
Pray, do you have it in you?
In your leviathan self-appetite,
Any muscle, any sinew?
Cry for Europe,
So much beautiful character wasted,
Howl for Europe,
We need her best for the coming ages.
Prophets Who Don’t Correct vs. Those Who Do
By Robert Winkler Burke
Of inthatdayteachings.com
Copyright 3/15/2009
Ezekiel 13
The prophets who don’t correct,
Have not enough warrior in them,
They prophesy lies direct,
And have no God dominion.
The wilderness prophet who corrects,
Earns godly-gained insight,
He faces multitudes in error,
But he speaks what is right.
Ignore the popular prophets,
Jabberwocky has made them crazed,
Hearken to wilderness correction,
Avoid mass comfort of mass graves.
It will hurt to give up,
Beloved wrong doxies of mass hysteria,
But the wilderness prophet knows best,
Right spirit and truth make heaven’s area.
So popular prophets must,
Get their future predict wrong,
Know them by their weaknesses,
Their spirits: creepy, not strong.
Wilderness prophets please God,
And annoy every carnal man,
Don’t be surprised TV stars,
Of religion are charlatan.
And what do the popular prophets say?
Rapture is cool!
Prosperity is cool!
Jabberwocky is cool!
Intellectualism is cool!
Emotionalism is cool!
Excitement is cool!
Love mush is cool!
Seeker nothing is cool!
Give-to-me-get-from-God is cool!
Your messed up popular pastors are cool!
Your messed up popular prophets are cool!
And the next, new thing of God is even cooler!
And God spews all these out of His mouth, says the wilderness prophet.
And what do the popular prophets say?
The wilderness prophet is antichrist!
Whom do you believe?
Whom does God grieve?
Whom does God please?
Whom, now, will you seek?
Two thousand years ago the popular crowd,
Didn’t seek Baptist John or Jesus,
No, just the same today the popular crowd,
Loves to call on names like Barabbas.
When an exposing incident bubbles up,
Learn from wilderness prophets what is up.
What bad doxies caused the incident?
What error was followed, what lies sent?
The wilderness prophet knows more than he says,
He see things coming, and what’s more ahead.
This is the pattern for you Pentecostals: Now see,
Ignore again the true prophet, and you will grieve.
Wilderness prophets have Rosetta Stones of understanding,
Popular crowds seek popular prophets to enthrone pandering.
What is the general lie of charismatics?
Rapture, prosperity, give-get automatics.
The wilderness prophet says give all that up,
And Jesus will stop spewing you all out.
A hard choice this is for charismatics to buy,
Honor the prophet of correction or die in lie.
The wilderness prophet says the charismatic house is a mess,
The wages of escapology doxology is death.
If you don’t believe this rebuke is true,
Just look at what charisma pastors do.
In Kenya, demon-filled, angry preachers heal regularly,
In America, the same is true for pastors bent to the lee.
Healing isn’t hard to come buy, depending what you believe,
What’s hard to come by, are eyes to see the purchase complete.
Oh deceived moderns, why can’t you see?
You’ve purchased lies almost continually!
Two and two always make four,
True rebuke, at peril ignore.
What Costs Nothing and Everything?
By Robert Winkler Burke
Of inthatdayteachings.com
Copyright 3/15/2009
I ask you, Is the next new,
Thing of God for free?
Is it foolish to believe in,
No costs paid spiritually?
What if the terrible, Oh-my-God, high cost,
To be indwelt whole,
Was to remove rapture and prosperity,
Dogmas from one’s soul?
Aye, there’s the rub,
There’s the cost,
What would be gained?
What’d be lost?
Greater indwelling of God,
Is always good,
But then we’d lose the fear,
And greed brotherhood.
We’d have greater eyes to see,
And God’s heart profound,
But then our greed-fear-fix brothers,
Would mock what we’ve found.
True religion isn’t escaping,
With cash or exit tomorrow,
It is mature answers for today,
Which lessen, not stop, life’s sorrow.
Grow up, oh you proud, deceived moderns,
Who buy into every hide,
Life needs be more difficult this age,
That with God indwelt you ride.
Even now,
If you had eyes to see,
Fear or greed,
Theology has no anointing.
God’s presence,
Comes with the presence of truth,
For fifty years,
Greed-fear sermons have made God recuse.
Blind have your spiritual eyes been,
So plugged up are your ears,
So enamored with lies mixed in truth,
You are the sum of all fears.
Too proud to admit error,
To dumb to repent,
Too rigid to receive correction,
From whom has God sent.
Stuck in supercilious righteousness,
Of one sort or the other,
Loving fear, greed or emotion doxies,
Looking always for cover.
But the bed is too narrow and short,
The cave not dark enough,
As God’s spiritual scourging machine,
Treats ne’er-do-wells just rough.
We must watch carefully,
The spirits in us and our doctrines we love,
What we love will be in us marking,
What spiritual compensate comes from above.
So to abandon beloved lies,
In truth, costs everything,
But beloved, it costs to believe,
In lies, in truth, nothing.
Let Go, Brave Tarts, of Religion for Profits!
By Robert Winkler Burke
Of inthatdayteachings.com
Copyright 3/14/2009
Ezekiel 13
Synchronize and syncopate,
All together now!
Harmonize and co-create,
So we end in bow!
Pastors, when you speak,
Advance Father’s kingdom plans,
Don’t tear down, destroy,
And replace what’s God’s with man’s.
Is Our Father’s kingdom,
Supposed to or not come?
Why then, oh foolish harlots,
Fight what must be done?
Get on the right page,
The same page heaven is on,
They are in midst of,
What you have not yet begun.
God’s army is quickly building,
Heaven on earth today,
If you keep fighting this army,
It will melt you away.
Does heaven come to earth,
By Jesus taking you to heaven?
See the foul fear-fruit of rapture,
Drop it as wicked leaven.
Does heaven come through maturity,
And greatness of sound, strong mind?
So why then behave as numskull nymphs,
With emotion bump and grind?
You are not apes, nor mindless,
Nor greedy thieves,
Why then, do you preach as much,
As wind with leaves?
Be sound, not cacophonous,
Be true, not rapacious,
Stop give-to-get preaching now,
Be shepherds not ravenous.
Stop your selling, selling, selling, selling, selling!
Even stop selling indwelling!
The goal is elimination of bad spirits,
To destroy in you pride’s swelling.
Be humble,
Stop tooting your off-key horn,
Be still,
Know God and be reborn.
Hearken unto,
My corrective prophets,
Let go, brave tarts,
Of religion for profits!
Your dispensation and prosperity sounds,
Have been horrid in heaven’s ears,
Learn the synchronous sound of truth and preach it,
And you might hear heaven’s cheers.
When you speak and promulgate your agenda,
Make it coincide with heaven,
For too many years you’ve been floozies,
Grisettes and round-heel brethren.
“IfChristianity is to receive a rejuvenation it must be by other means than any now being used. If the church in the second half of this century is to recover from the injuries she suffered in the first half, there must appear a new type of preacher. The proper, ruler-of-the-synagogue type will never do. Neither will the priestly type of man who carries out his duties, takes his pay and asks no questions, nor the smooth-talking pastoral type who knows how to make the Christian religion acceptable to everyone. All these have been tried and found wanting.
“Another kind of religious leader must arise among us. He must be of the old prophet type, a man who has seen visions of God and has heard a voice from the Throne. When he comes (and I pray God there will be not one but many) he will stand in flat contradiction to everything our smirking, smooth civilization holds dear. He will contradict, denounce and protest in the name of God and will earn the hatred and opposition of a large segment of Christendom. Such a man is likely to be lean, rugged, blunt-spoken and a little bit angry with the world. He will love Christ and the souls of men to the point of willingness to die for the glory of the one and the salvation of the other. But he will fear nothing that breathes with mortal breath.
“We need to have the gifts of the Spirit restored again to the church, and it is my belief that the one gift we need most now is the gift of prophecy.”– A. W. Tozer
(Note from rwb:I am certified as an “Instructor In-Training” in Russian Martial Art, but ten or fifteen pounds from lean.However, I am quite unpopular in certain circles.)
How Shall We Fill the Hole in Our Soul?
By Robert Winkler Burke
Of inthatdayteachings.com
Copyright 3/13/2009
Ezekiel 13
Today something under the sun,
Interesting has begun,
Talk radio teaches rather large concepts,
Liberty’s profound precepts.
Television news, being showy,
Teaches nothing much “knowy,”
Christian broadcast, a puerile polyglot,
Teaches the greater things not.
But great concepts of God must be taught,
By hearing well, not beholding fluff.
Shall we fill the hole in our soul…
With prosperity’s smarmy greed?BAD FEED!
With rapture’s dispensational fear?NOT HERE!
With prophetic, mindless jabberwocky?BULL COCKY!
With mojo-jive, motor-mouth spray?NO WAY!
With intellectual bend-mind-truth?REFUSE!
With rigid-word, soul-death stiffness?NO BUSINESS!
With seeker-friendly, non-truth love-mush?A BUST!
With the latest, greatest new thing?NO BLING!
With soulish signs preposterous?GET OFF US!
With excitement for excitement’s sake?GET OUT FAKE!
With give-to-me, get-from-God?GET OUT FRAUD!
With God?
Oh, that’s odd… Did you say, With God?
With God!
Well, I’m unclean from my religion and can’t be indwelt,
For the Lord Jesus Christ comes to you this day and says, Take heed that the light that be in ye has not darkness.For that is the sin of the modern ministries in this day.
For they believe if they have a little bit of My light and a little bit of My truth, saith the Lord, saith the Lord Jesus Christ, then they have all of Me.And it is not so, saith the Lord Jesus Christ.
For to have a little bit of light of Me, and a little bit of My truth introduces pride.And pride is what made Satan himself fall.It is very clear, it is told in the Bible.It is understood by just about everybody that preaches and teaches My word.
And yet, and yet, and yet, and yet, and yet they pass by the hard statements of My Father which I spoke when I manifested two thousand years ago.And they then become in sin, and can even go into soul death.And (they can) even go into a cemetery.And they (can even) have a great monument and edifice erected in their name which was not holy and which was not accepted into Our kingdom.
Because:Our kingdom brings in only people that (have)My name, which is My nature, which means that they manifested good spirits in predominance in their life on earth.
And in this day there is very little recognition of the consequences to the truth and the consequences to not speaking and manifesting truth.
For, I am truth, saith your Lord Jesus Christ.
And there is consequence to wrong doctrine.And doctrine is the one thing that the Church in this day avoids.If there is any discourse on doctrine, it is dry.It is dead.It is simply two camps exchanging hate.
And the Lord Jesus Christ says to you this day, enough.Enough.
As you can hear the life of the Virginia City, the construction of new homes, the sound of trains, the sound of life of birds, the sound of a chapel bell ringing, all this is life.And yet…
[Points to old graves]
there is a witness of death.There is a witness of a cemetery.There is a witness of people who lived lives, who erected monuments and gravestones to themselves that weather over time deteriorated to where there is no memory, there is no recollection, there is no marking of that person’s life.
And that is what I warned about two thousand years ago when I manifested on earth and said that all face a judgment day.
And on the eve of this day marked in your calendars six, six, six; it is something to think about.It is not something to make money about.It is something to think about.
And yet, what has the modern wayward Church in this religion done? but make money, but make filthy lucre out of My Gospel and out of My doctrines that are misinterpreted to become the wrong doctrines.
And that is what the doctrine of the Rapture is.And that is what Tim LaHaye has done (and) has become.He has made himself extraordinarily wealthy upon wrong doctrine.
For wrong doctrine sells mightily in this day.True doctrine does not, for it is hard.My Father’s way is hard.My way is hard.The way of the cross is hard.
And you are to pick up your cross daily.And you are not to concern yourself with prospering, and making money on the back of this Bible that Our prophet Robert Winkler Burke holds in his hands for you to see in the camera in this day.This Holy Bible is not to be whored out and made a thing of prosperity and greed.
Yes, My Father is rich.I, the Lord Jesus Christ, am rich.The Holy Spirit is rich.And when We say rich, We mean what We are made of is rich; what Our very Spirit nature is, is rich.
And any that decide to follow Us, any who dedicate their lives to Me, and who commit their lives in entirety to Me will become rich in spirit, which is what is important in Our eyes.And if your calling is to be rich financially, then yea that can happen.
But many of you in the wayward Church have discovered great means and great keys of prosperity gleaned from this Bible to find a way into financial prosperity, but it is not My Father’s way.It is not My way.It is not the Holy Spirit’s way.It is a perverted way.It is a polluted way.It is a God awful way.
And you will have to sort out the messes that you have made of the wrong doctrine, of the prosperity doctrine, of the faith movement doctrine that has been distorted, and polluted and the doctrine of the modern wayward charismatic Church.
For you happen to have been born in a time of great prosperity.And it is not altogether impossible to become financially prosperous.What is difficult, is to become spiritually prosperous.That way never comes easy.That way never is automatic.
For We, the Lord your God, are not an automatic response God, despite the teachings of so many wayward churches and movements such as the faith movement.
We are a God that desires to inhabit and indwell in your house, and live, and be in you and promote the kingdom of heaven on earth.So many of you believe that I, the Lord Jesus Christ, did it all and cannot give you answers to life, and cannot manifest Myself (in you) and cannot be that tough witness to the death that is all around you in the modern world.
And yea, that is who you are supposed to be.You are supposed to be My epistles, My living witnesses, My ones in whom, by your witness and the blood of My sacrifice on the cross, you promote My kingdom and you go about doing My business, which is different for each and every one of you.
It is different for each and every one of you just as what a doctor does is different than what a lawyer does which is different than what a fireman does.And yet they can all be promoting the goodness of a community, of a city, of a state, of a nation, of the world.
So this day, a day of great intelligence, a day of great education, a day of great communication by all means, is yet, as it says in Isaiah, a day of great darkness.Darkness covers the land, and gross darkness the people.
But it is time for you to rise and shine.It is time for you to rise and shine.It is time for you to rise and shine and not let another century pass where it is six-six-six everywhere:Meaning people’s spirit, their soul and their bodies are dedicated to the number of man, which is six.
For everyone, as I have said and this prophet has said in these teachings, is marked in this day by My Father’s holy angels what their spiritual condition is, what their soul condition is and what their body condition is.
Let your witness be one that I can indwell:That your body is pleasing to Me to indwell in, your soul is pleasing to Me to indwell in and your spirit is pleasing for Me to indwell in.
Do that and you will avoid the fear of six, six, six and the Dispensational Dingdong Doctrines of fearing a number, or a credit card, or this, or a chip implant, or that, or Big Brother, or Big Sister, or Big Momma, or the bad guy groups of the world that you all love to rail against.
Instead, rail against the very spirits in you that keep your body from being a witness of fitness, that give your soul which is your mind and emotions from being a witness of an abomination or your spirit being a witness of your abomination.
Let Us dwell in you that you be not dead before your time.
Blessed are the dead who die in the Lord.
We would that all of your carnal desires die; spirit, soul and body in this day, that We might live in your dead-to-self bodies, in your dead-to-self souls, in your dead-to-self spirits.
And you will be that witness of the cross.You will be that shining light on a hill.You will be that sane, wise witness in an insane world. And you will hear from My Father, Well done thou good and faithful servant.
So many of these tapings We have ended with:Choose you this day life or death.Behold, death!Behold, life!And believe Us when We say, We behold your life.And behold, I come quickly.
Can I live in your life that is alive to self, alive to your own opinions, alive to your dead doctrines, alive to your dead church, alive to the dispensational craziness which allows demons and devils to live in you?
Or behold, can We come quickly and live in you as though you were a child in Christ, as though you were a mature man or woman of God?Can We trust Our kingdom’s plan, and resources, and future and power in you?
Today is a great day of great power.
Are you worthy?Are you willing?Are you wanting?Or are you wayward?
Thus saith the Lord.
Amen, and Amen and Am
Note to Prosperity Pastors from a Friend
By Robert Winkler Burke
Of inthatdayteachings.com
Copyright 3/10/2009
NOTE TO PROSPERITY PASTORS FROM A FRIEND:
The prophets that agree,
With you are right,
The prophets degree’d,
With you are right,
The prophets in greed,
With you are right,
The prophets in feed,
With you are right.
The prophets who implore,
You to not sin are wrong,
The prophets who bore,
Into your bad doxies are wrong,
The prophets who more,
Hearken unto God than you are wrong,
The prophets who gore,
Your oxen of pride and control are wrong.
The prophets that are ignored,
By you is a job God has great blessings for,
The prophets that are whored,
Out by you is a job God has great blessings for,
The prophets that are scored,
Nothing by you is a job God has great blessings for,
The prophets that are lorded,
In correction under you is a job God has great blessings for.
SIGNED,
YOUR CLOSE FRIEND SATAN
(Note from rwb:This pictograph looks like fat Eli.1 Samuel 4:18)
Just Who is Unforgiven?(RE: the movie… Unforgiven) [an advanced summarization]
Snakes and Such – The haunting 1992 movie Unforgiven is another complex multilayered, parabolic story of the old West. It is set in the 1878 town of Big Whisky, which Isaiah 28:1-3 indicates is a state of being drunk on self to point of deification, the who being religious leaders.So it is a place where the biggest, baddest self-exalter (religious TV broadcast leader) is on the throne. That would be today’s prosperity televangelists in the media mesmerizing business. But in the movie this person is Little Bill Daggett, played by the inestimable Gene Hackman. Daggett’s evil self is greater than English Bob, played by Richard Harris, whom he brutalizes. Daggett cannot build a house worth living in, which is bad news since God wants to live in our soul-house. Daggett’s job is to protect the business of pimp and whores (i.e. the Fear and Greed and Emotion businesses of rapture, prosperity and emotional or intellectual jabberwocky of modern broadcast Christian insanity; all extorting monies in return for undeliverable blessings; monies used for excess and reality distortion field exertions.) But when two cowboys cut up a whore’s face, Daggett cannot oversee justice properly even as certain prosperity televangelists formerly on the ORU board apparently could not oversee justice at the Oral Roberts University, and were forced (?) to quit. So the whores hire Will Munny, played by Clint Eastwood, to kill the two cowboys. Similarly, two fired professors hired lawyers to sue ORU for injustice. Munny appears on the surface to be as Little Bill. But Dagget is a braggart; Munny is self-effacing – giving credit for his reputation to whiskey. He is a former bad wolf, converted by his saintly wife, now deceased, into a good wolf, on an assignment to kill Bill; as it were the two cowboys are simply victims of a greater need.Dagget has outlawed guns. Guns, like swords, can represent truth and truth’s defense. Munny stands for truths. Daggett’s prosperity program includes overlooking abuse and taking advantage. Munny is principled and won’t take advantage, refusing “a free one,” with a whore. Daggett’s character shares many traits of prosperity preachers, while Munny is the reformed reformer. Munny is very much forgiven while Dagget is very much not. In fact, the whole story is driven to the inescapable conclusion that Dagget must die. The fake good can pretend to fight evil for only so long. (i.e. a prosperity preacher teaching that greed is a sin.)The fake good content themselves with beating down lesser fake goods while winking at their own greater evil empires. Then comes God’s assassin (usually, a prophet of some kind:Thus prophet’s usually also have man of war callings) who is on the money with whatever skill set is necessary and has the will to bust through the reality distortion fields. Perhaps pimps need to be more careful how they decorate their establishments (i.e. The gilded prosperity sets designed to promulgate envy are simply coffins of the dead who worship dead mammon, provided by donors who sacrificed their own life-monies.) As Will Munny says, “Any man that don’t want to get killed, better clear on out the back.” And such a man of the day shows that God is the ultimate closer, finisher and terminator of snakes and such. (All this to be taken spiritually, not literally.) www.inthatdayteachings.com(12/7/07 from Robert Winkler Burke)
Read the Book Backward
By Robert Winkler Burke
Of inthatdayteachings.com
Copyright 3/10/2009
For breakthrough,
Read the book backward,
Not page one,
Start last, go forward.
Like the internet,
Posting last thoughts first,
Change your old brainpan,
Read God’s reveal burst.
Behold, I come quickly,
Indwelling the holy,
It’s I AM’s Omega,
Alpha indwelt story.
They Will Just Sock It
By Robert Winkler Burke
Of inthatdayteachings.com
Copyright 3/10/2009
Do We force the issue,
And make people see?
God asked me in Reno,
One morning snowy.
I’d like that, I said,
But I know I’d be wrong,
God said, That’s right,
Twenty years ago you weren’t reborn.
You heard rapture taught,
And eternal security,
How many years it took,
To set your soul free!
In Reno you’ve had,
A truth bonanza,
Hold your horses, son,
For the next stanza.
People come to truth,
Only when they’re ready,
Their worlds are crashing,
From foundations unsteady.
They haven’t believed your message,
That their foundations are on sand,
As greed, fear and emotion sink them,
They’ll finally need to understand.
I am holy and I ordain,
The mouth of my prophet,
Speak before they’re ready,
And they will just sock it.
The Prophet’s Kind of Stupid
By Robert Winkler Burke
Of inthatdayteachings.com
Copyright 3/9/2009
Are these teachings for you,
Too advanced or retarded?
Have you even studied,
Or dismissed, not started?
Admit, broadcast Christianity has been,
A morass for years,
Shall we, brothers, sisters, celebrate in this,
Or shed honest tears?
What is wrong with how we,
Christians practice religion?
Is it: THERE IS NO TRUTH:
This posit our paragon?
Then first commandment isn’t,
HAVE NO OTHER GOD,
It is rather, that: NO TRUTH,
DETHRONES DOCTRINES ODD.
Yet God is no respecter of persons,
Or doctrines bad,
Oh, people of blinding modernity,
You have been had.
Look in your Christian bookstores,
For the voice of God’s prophet,
You’ll find silly, trite, tired gross error,
The cacophony of man-for-profit.
God is no respecter of persons,
But you don’t think it’s true,
The world spends it book dollars,
On authors without one clue.
This blindness is of the spirit, I tell you,
And cannot be cured,
Unless people see their foul idol worship,
And from slumber stir.
Which Christians, then, shall keep cleaving to,
Their satanic, doctrinal cupid?
Which Christians, then, shall reject evil,
And be the prophet’s kind of stupid?
Yes, it is stupid in a way,
To believe a prophet’s voice,
The world will happily kill it,
To keep perdition’s course.
I Speak in Pluralities
By Robert Winkler Burke
Of inthatdayteachings.com
Copyright 3/8/2009
I speak in pluralities,
Too much for modern man,
He takes My words perversely,
Diametric in evil plan.
If I say, Behold, I come quickly,
He wants me running to him in flesh,
It means I come in his own spirit,
While letting the carnal wrong-guess.
If I say, You can be secure in God,
People make it a sin guarantee,
They flake out, do many great evils,
And turn My words back on Me.
Do good and you,
Will do well,
Do bad and you,
Go to hell.
Even such a simple construct,
Has been perverted by the perverts,
They’ve imagined eternal security,
To make their heaven hell’s convert.
Nay, rather, the word of God works plural,
Saving all whom it can,
Allowing sinners to take truth exact wrong,
Condemning pride in man.
My Father’s great truths and precepts when described,
Offer usually two opposing paths,
Men who love their brain, emotion or prejudice much,
(By way of review, here is something from May of 2006…)
For I, the Lord Jesus Christ, come this day and manifest My truth through the pen of Our prophet Robert Winkler Burke.
And he has been quiet this day waiting upon His Lord.
And lo, now I come, as he sits in his truck on his property in southwest Reno, Nevada (on 5/31/06.)
And I come to say, Behold truth, behold consequences.
And so many of you on the earth in this day believe there is no truth, and there are no consequences.And you are wrong on both counts.
Because behold, I am truth.And behold, I am consequences.And there are consequences to you, very real consequences to you for your ability to know and be truth in this day.
For that is your job in this day:To know and be truth.But you believe your job is the exact opposite:To deny truth and be unable to manifest truth.And that is why everyone that loves and makes a lie is excluded from My Father’s kingdom.
So, what is truth? You ask.
Truth I am, says the Lord Jesus Christ of Nazareth.Truth I am.I am truth.And therefore I cannot lie.I can only speak truth.And what do you speak in this day?
You speak in generalities, in banalities, in equivocal this, in equivocal that and in anything but truth.For when you fear to face truth, you fear to face Me and you cannot manifest Me or please My Father in heaven.
And you fear to disbelieve wrong doctrine and you fear to believe true doctrine.So you believe nothing matters and there are no consequences to believing nothing matters.But everything matters and everything has consequences.
Consequently, your lives are full of recompense you do not understand.Understand truth and you will understand consequences.
For lo, there are consequences to holding baby doctrines, such as believing in dispensational doctrines of the mystery religions of the day.
Those of you who believe in the Rapture, or Eternal Security or My Imminent Second Coming all receive inescapable consequences.
And you in mystery religion believe in a prosperity god of automatic response, which is a false god.
And you in mystery religion believe in a love mush god of weak praise, weak preaching and great reward in being a weak witness to the world, which is another false idol.
And you in mystery religion believe in mojo witchcraft church services that bring great emotion and idiocy into your assemblies and you call that My Holy Presence.And you are simply worshipping a false idol of insanity.
And you in mystery religion who believe in a dead god and a dry assembly and an unknowable, unlearnable, uncertain god, you also worship a false idol.
And all of you in mystery religion do not obey the First Commandment which is to have no other, no other, no other God but We the Father, Son and Spirit whom you can and must hear directly and can and must obey willingly.
But you believe there are no consequences to false religion in this life or any other life.
You believe if you believe and easy thing, you can have an easy thing.You simply believe in an easy god, of whatever sort makes you happy, and you believe you will have an easy end to all things.
And it is not so, saith the Lord your God.Your beliefs cannot change Me, saith the Lord, for I am a God that changeth not.
And so you must believe true doctrines of My Father to live.And when I explained My Father’s true doctrines to the religions leaders of the day two thousand years ago, they were in shock and disbelief.
Now comes In That Day Teachings through Our prophet Robert Winkler Burke, and the religious leaders of the day are in shock and disbelief.
For they have been getting away with attempted murder.With their rainbow stew of easy teachings and escapist doctrines they broadcast insanity and attempt to murder truth.
Do not be like them.Learn to discern truth, believe My Father’s hard doctrines…and live.
Thus saith the Lord.
Amen, and Amen and Amen.
March 7, 2009
What is Due Whom
By Robert Winkler Burke
Of inthatdayteachings.com
Copyright 3/7/2009
Is there any honor due to the honorable,
Or just hate from the rigid?
Is there any warmth to those warmed by sun,
Or just cold from the frigid?
Do any claiming love for the Bible,
Care if a prophet is right?
Or does one such person only make,
Its readers react in fright?
Are God and His wordsmiths,
Really, really dead?
Why then, oh pastors, ignore,
Foolish acts of dread?
Does God really rebuke and chastise,
Those whom He loves?
Have any pastors heard My true prophets,
Relaying this from above?
Yes you have, and you hate it with pride,
And you hate whom I’ve sent,
You are all like scribes and Pharisees,
In Satan’s circus tent.
You love strange-fire prophets of sycophancy,
You pay them for encouragement,
Behold now, your payback harvest: Insanity,
You will be paid to the last cent.
You cannot escape truth, honor or judgment,
The things that make My prophets thrive,
You cannot escape your lies, shame or wormwood,
The blood that now pumps your heart’s jive.
Had you received my true prophets of today,
Who have struggled to warn you,
You would now be sharing riches with them,
Not struggling, dark for clue.
Reap then, oh wayward: dishonor; as dishonor,
Comes to whom it’s due,
Laugh then, at your fate as you laughed at rebuke,
Mad laughter is all I give you.
Mad laughter they have abundantly in hell,
Now you have it on earth,
Mad will be your overwhelming scourge,
Enjoy now, your mad mirth.
Your stratagem was to ignore, ignore,
The rebuking men I sent,
As you did them, now due on you,
My thoughts on you are rent.
No, No, No God, you can’t do this!
We only ignored unpopular men!
You say to Me, But this you garnered,
Be ignored in self-righteous sin.
Wail, howl and weep as your kingdoms crumble,
It cannot now be any other way,
My prophets said your doctrines enshrined self,
You ignored them, receive now your pay.
Our God Consoling
By Robert Winkler Burke
Of inthatdayteachings.com
Copyright 3/6/2009
God and His kingdom really profit,
When He lives indwelt in us,
But never mind that, let’s remember,
What new thing was a big fuss.
Oh yes!It was about fifty years ago,
The new thing was prosperity,
Now that really profited its preachers,
And gave them jets like royalty!
Then there has been the profit,
To the healing evangelist,
We must make him a billionaire,
Or his mill won’t have grist!
Then there are the rapture fanatics,
At their writing posts,
We fear being left behind somehow,
Making them rich most!
So what is the GREAT,NEXT NEW THING,
By which religious leaders may profit?
Is it Dominion, or jabberwocky or signs,
Or putting fingers in electric light socket?
Tell us God, the NEXT NEW THING,
By which we can profit!
Tell us, by God, or we’ll invent something,
So people with money to us flocketh!
COME ON!God,
The time is late!
TIME!has come,
Do not tempt fate!
We need A NEW THING,
For our shuck and jive!
We’ll plead for donations, Oh God,
To keep this NEW THING alive!
Actually, God, we don’t care the subject,
It’s just got to be really new,
With urgency and import for donor support,
To sell our old witch’s brew.
That it’s all about You and Jesus crucified,
While we tag along the story,
Of donations to us will return many blessings,
The same fornication whoring.
Without a really, really NEW THING,
We are just off it!
Damned if we care You indwell us,
For us:NO PROFIT!
Indwelling in us by You,
Takes getting rid of demon hypocrisy,
If you think we’ll allow that,
Then God, Lord, Jesus:You’re crazy.
Never mind You, we’ll go on alone,
Our sheep are totally mesmerized,
Believing our importance is all,
If You came quick, we’d be terrorized!
In fact, a few oddball prophets,
On the internet say as much,
We hate them like we hate You,
Of quick-come-indwelling:Enough!
Enough that we should be holy,
We prefer rigid controlling,
Our sheep we feed our egos send us,
Money.MONEY!Our God consoling.
What to Do with a Good, Bad Man
By Robert Winkler Burke
Of inthatdayteachings.com
Copyright 3/6/2009
What we need is a good, bad man,
Not concerned with popularity,
What we need is a good, bad man,
Who can do the hard, tough deed.
The good man who is bad,
Makes us face tough solutions,
The choices we’ve avoided,
Now making us buffoons.
The good man who is bad,
We will love to hate,
As he makes us see our sins,
And deal with hard fate.
This good man, bad man will be tarnished,
And have a bad rap,
Just enough to dismiss his stoic missives,
Warning us of trap.
This good cop, bad cop will be prophetic,
You can bet on that,
And those caught in his light will want to,
Cut his head from hat.
This good man who is bad,
Won’t go along with the crowd,
Those that take offense at,
Anything of theirs that’s proud.
Worst of all the good, bad man,
Will be unbelievably tough,
On those grown unbelievably soft,
Who only making lies do love.
We will be shocked, so shocked,
At the truth he lays down before us,
And will hate vehemently,
He plainly sees bad trees of the forest.
How dare this good, bad man,
Cut the Gordian knot?
We prefer each our own delusions,
Come what may or not!
Good, bad man don’t warn us,
We are much less than our fathers,
Who gave us so much blessing,
But our sons are just plain bothers.
Since the good, bad man cannot but say,
We leave our sons just blight,
Then we shall have to kill him and message,
To make earth’s mindscape right.
I Bought the Broadcasters’ Philosopher’s Stone
By Robert Winkler Burke
Of inthatdayteachings.com
Copyright 3/5/2009
The Philosopher’s Stone, the Philosopher’s Stone,
It will help you preach so exquisite well!
The Philosopher’s Stone, the Philosopher’s Stone,
It will help your Christian message sell!
My visitor was a short black man,
In a worn-out black suit,
Black bowler, black tie, black shirt,
His voice spoke deep in truth.
You sir, he said, want to be a broadcast preacher,
Am I not right?
You want donations to fund your airtime costs,
Who needs a fight?
You need the Philosopher’s Stone,
And all things will turn out well,
In my black bag I’ve got one here,
Which you will buy, I will sell.
Now hold on here!Sir, I said,
You are quite bold and imprudent,
I know a little bit of history,
Not nothing I learned as student.
The Philosopher’s Stone is mythical,
A story from day’s gone past,
A magic elixir potion that makes,
Victorious solutions fast.
There is no stone as you describe,
Don’t think you can sell one to me,
I don’t believe you or that bag,
Though what’s in it, I’d like to see.
The little black man smiled and said,
You’ll see what’s in my black bag soon enough,
But first, let’s get your eyes open,
And look at broadcast religion in buff.
The cold, hard, naked truth is that,
Broadcasting sermons costs many millions,
Not like your church’s paltry donations,
But done right, you might make billions!
Billions? I asked.He said, That’s right,
Billions with a “B,”
Just sit on your hands for a minute,
And listen to me.
Whatever you preach, I don’t care,
You need to sell a certain, crafty solution,
Whatever you preach, say it has power,
By viewer’s donation, of a mystic potion!
You’ll have to make viewers believe,
Just a monthly check or credit card withdrawal,
Will fix whatever ills their soul,
Body, spirit or sap enterprise withal.
Without saying so, you will sell, my friend,
The witchy-magic Philosopher’s Stone,
It is the unspoken thing you sell, they buy,
That will fund your jet, bank and ritzy home.
Now here’s the deal, my time is short,
So let’s get to the quick,
You buy this stone in my bag so viewers,
Fund its dream of instant fix.
You don’t ever give them this stone or copy,
Or anything like that,
You keep your stone hidden in dark back office,
To work like magic hat.
I was beginning to get the picture,
And I grinned like a lusty fool,
So that’s how they do it! I laughed,
My competition has this tool?
Almost all of them, now you see, my salesman said,
Have a certified Philosopher’s Stone copy,
As you will in a minute, after signing here,
To make your broadcast work heavenly happy.
What does the contract say? I asked,
And what does this dear stone look like?
It says, he said, you sell your soul to Satan,
And you will be rich as rich is right.
I signed the paper, shirt soaked with sweat,
I couldn’t wait to see this great Philosopher’s Stone,
Which has made me richer than I dreamed:
It is a fist clinched tight, but for middle finger bone.
The skeleton middle finger points straight, defiant,
Giving the universal sign,
Man deluded thinks he rules and gets things perfect,
Donate to my program fine!
I preach God is certainly sovereign,
And can do whatever He wants,
But that’s not how I get donations,
I say, You can wear fate’s pants!
Donate to my gospel,
My sacred message true,
And you will have real quick,
Your dreams all come through!
It doesn’t matter what I preach,
Possessing, as I do, my broadcasters’ Philosopher’s Stone,
Bottom line I sell fearless greed,
Just donate toany like me, and what’s mine is in your home!
Nine One-One Happens
By Robert Winkler Burke
Of inthatdayteachings.com
Copyright 3/3/2009
Nine one-one happens,
Soon after: a gala party,
People yuck it up,
Forgetting, laughing real hardy.
Nine one-one happens again,
It’s a shock,
People so unprepared,
Out of stock.
Massive civil unrest,
The order of the day,
Cannibal insanity,
Takes innocents away.
A few are prepared,
Better than they think,
Positioned by God,
For His river drink.
Sanctuaries of sanity,
They now host,
The weary pilgrims,
Getting un-lost.
Time for great un-learning,
Of evil ideologies,
Time for great deliverance,
Of demon pathologies.
Time to restore,
Ancient things,
A new turn now,
Election brings.
Let the dead die,
And the alive live,
Each is what is,
With just that to give.
The Prophets Today are Run by Majority Opinion
By Robert Winkler Burke
Of inthatdayteachings.com
Copyright 3/3/2009
Jeremiah 48:10Cursed be he that doeth the work of the LORD deceitfully, and cursed be he that keepeth back his sword from blood.
The prophets today are run,
By majority opinion,
And what they believe at core,
Is as peeling an onion.
Today, most prophets speak where,
Prosperity-greed preaching is unopposed,
Today, most prophets speak where,
Rapture is the gospel-truth, end-times fear-prose.
Today, most prophets speak a weird,
Unspecific, nebulous jabberwocky,
Today, most prophets use emotion,
And childish, not smart, puerile baby-talky.
By majority opinion,
These prophets say they are in-God strong,
By their majority vote,
They cannot self-critique or ever be wrong.
How many prophets in the Bible,
Does it take to correct a blind bunch?
How many prophets in the Bible,
Does it take to speak truth?Just one.
The prophets today, by their doxie,
Have chosen to be blind,
The prophets today, by so choosing,
Areahead, the Savior behind.
The prophets today are mad,
Each in his own way,
The prophets today are wrong,
Choosing to disobey.
The prophets today won’t correct,
Their pastors who are so off-course,
The prophets today are weaklings,
Un-warriors making things worse.
The prophets today are shameless,
Hungry for profit like highway robbers,
The prophets today are for-hire,
Mouthing what pastors pay them as jobbers.
The prophets today, though putrid,
Have one great unity,
They hate, despise and loath: lonely,
Prophets in purity.
This, then, is the core,
Of the onion of the majority prophets,
They shall not be corrected,
By anyone while they run things for profit.
These for-profit non-prophets,
Are deluded by mad doxie,
Weak, out of position they be,
As they thrust brazen their moxie.
By their example then, prophets,
Never correct anybody,
Thus Christ’s body is bloated,
Unmoving, lethargic, flabby.
Loathsome, vile, disgusting then, Christ,
Spits alien non-prophets from his face,
The non-profits really don’t care a whit,
By majority vote, why, they have grace!
And planet-wide by popular agreement,
There is absolutely no godly fear,
But the spirit sword will not keep back from blood,
When hardened warriors with God’s word appear.
How I Bet a Million Dollars
By Robert Winkler Burke
Of inthatdayteachings.com
Copyright 3/2/2009
A devil came to me one night, and said,
I have a proposition for you,
Here is a million dollars tax-free in cash,
Here’s what I’d like you to do.
Pick your favorite prosperity preacher,
Any one with big hair and life will do,
Give him the million dollars in cash,
For his sweet story you know is true.
That preacher might promise you,
One thousand increase!
One thousand increase from God,
Is a billion feast!
Or second choice, the devil said,
Use the million on yourself,
Be a prosperity preacher,
Getting tithes from sheep plebes.
Promise others God’s thousand increase,
Make them happy that way,
Soon you’ll have your billion,
More direct deposit gay.
So pick,
Said the devil,
The lesser,
Of two evils.
Of course, you devil, I said,
I shan’t give one million away,
To a preacher promising God,
Will thousand multiply my pay.
I choose rather to be the preacher,
Receiving prosperity tithes,
I’ll get my billion soon enough,
By masses unaware of wiles.
And praise God,
I got my billion,
But my sheep,
Not good they’re feeling!
They chose the greater of two evils,
Me, my big life and hair do not care,
They chose to be sheep, me sheep-eater,
It is my money now, ce’st la guerre!
Hoping for the Best Just Ain’t It
By Robert Winkler Burke
Of inthatdayteachings.com
Copyright 3/2/2009
Hoping for the best,
Just ain’t it,
Rabbit’s foot luck,
Doesn’t fit.
Don’t buy,
Prosperity preaching’s lie,
A tithe,
They say, will get you a bye.
It ain’t true,
You can’t buy indulgences,
Look real close,
At your guilty consciences.
That preachers with wiles,
Prey on,
Wolves in sheep’s clothing,
Eat on.
Be free in truth,
Be wise,
See your abuse,
Surmise.
Surmise the facts,
Pressures do loom,
Be prepared and,
Avoid gloom’s doom.
Whom the Son,
Sets free,
Is so free,
Indeed.
Get your eyes to see,
You gullible,
Wolf shepherds eat you,
By the gulp-full.
That charmed foot of the rabbit,
Wasn’t lucky for him,
When wolf shepherds open jaws,
Don’t you let yourself in.
Not by shaman church mantras of,
Wicked wealth transfers,
Nor by give-to-get greedy schemes,
Logic mind benders.
Not by you-seed-me-cash-God-seeds-you-last,
Shenanigans,
Be as wise as serpents, yet harmless doves,
Avoid trappings.
You can yourself
Succeed in God,
Just avoid wolves,
Eating your bod.
Who Would Have Thunk?
By Robert Winkler Burke
Of inthatdayteachings.com
Copyright 3/2/2009
One day Apple Computer Consortium,
Announced their new personal device,
Eliminating forever the need for man,
To toil by the sweat of brow for rice.
Yes, the curse was finally broken,
For the need for labor on the planet,
Apple’s little but smarter-than-man,
Robot could, whatever the task, man it.
Half the people on earth,
Rejoiced and bought more Apple stock,
The other half rioted,
Protesting vehemently in great shock.
But Apple’s robots quelled the storms,
Of man’s disingenuous hate,
Mankind, they said, now has leisure,
To pursue what’s really great.
Seek, they said, most high truths in your leisure,
“I am your servant, Truesword, and I stand before you, oh King, to beg your forgiveness and mercy.As a prince in your royal court I have slept with your oldest daughter and made her pregnant.We have vowed to wed but I want to kill myself to hide my shame.Your daughter says if I do, she will too, so I haven’t, because I love her and our child.I am the biggest fool in the kingdom.What decide you, oh my King?”
“I am your servant, Doublecut, and I am told to stand before you, oh King, to beg forgiveness and mercy.As a prince in your court I have been accused of sleeping with your youngest daughter who is now with child, said to be from my loins.She, your daughter, has asked me to wed her, but I fear my King’s wrath.I have been told I am the biggest fool in the Kingdom.Please forgive me if I have done anything wrong.But have mercy, as the Kingdom knows your birth date is but a few months after your royal parent’s wedding.What decide you, oh my King?”
“I, King of the realm, have heard enough from these two.The last one here, this Doublecut:Take him to the dungeon and kindly remove his head that confusion no more bother it.The first one, Truesword, take him to my family’s quarters and kindly remove his coat that he might wear our family’s crest.Let the royal Queen make wedding plans with our daughter.Tonight we feast, for my Kingdom has a new son!
“Ye gods!I am in a merry mood now!Belay that order on young Doublecut.Let his head stay upon his shoulder and we shall call him up from the dungeon at every month’s end, just to check and see what a fool believes.If he continues thinking like a fool, well enough!We shall ask his opinion on Kingdom matters, and by his reply will know then the foolish to avoid!Ha!Eh?If, on the other hand, he ever becomes wise, then we shall have cause for some future celebration.”
How Goes the Wealth of the Wicked?
By Robert Winkler Burke
Of inthatdayteachings.com
2/28/09
When a TV preacher says,
The wealth of the wicked shall go to the righteous,
Does it have to mean always,
The wealth of the naïve shall go to the covetous?
The only transaction,
Being discernable,
Is cash to the preacher,
From the gullible.
Beyond this well-worn scam,
What was God talking about?
How do good people get,
Money from those who are lout?
Well, the wicked, being wicked,
Might get themselves in trouble with the law,
And have to sell their house,
And possessions at discount auction block.
Then, the righteous, being righteous,
Might buy such wealth pennies on the dollar,
That is, if the shrewd, good righteous,
Haven’t sent all monies to a crooked collar.
Beware the preacher,
With a deceiving self-interest scam,
Though a wise serpent,
He harms doves and eats life out of man.
In fact, if you look close,
Under your nose for special news,
There’s always a TV preacher,
Going bust with much wealth to lose!
February 26, 2009(Late February poems from a 15-day mission to Bungoma, Kenya)
In the Battleground of Ideas and Ideology
By Robert Winkler Burke
Of inthatdayteachings.com
2/26/09
In the battleground of,
Ideas and ideology,
Pentecostals believe,
In rapture theology,
Their future is soon any day,
Going to heaven,
But if they are simply plain wrong,
What bad leaven!
If rapture theology is wrong,
My, what a blinding!
People will still be around here,
Amateurs finding,
Rapture was and is wrong deception,
Keeping all from seeing,
Indwelling of quick come Jesus,
In betters believing.
Better saints in God refusing,
Prosperity and rapture preaching,
Answering God’s higher calling,
To be indwelt of God reaching,
As saints of God always were and will be,
Beyond rigid righteous to holy,
Seeing Father God’s hand moving invisibly,
Living with God, not fear or greed.
But Pentecostals don’t dare,
Question themselves,
Aren’t open to discussion,
Don’t dare self-test,
That fear or greed doxies,
Result in non-holy miscreants,
That rigid word teaching,
Makes for-profit, non-prophet saints.
The evidence is for inspecting,
Seeing eyes to see,
Pentecostal jabberwocky church,
Is blind to its blinding,
Learn, oh pilgrim, from the stubborn,
God wants us flexible and pure,
In the wilderness of freedom,
God hates fear and greed sure.
Who Knows Which Way the Wind Blows?
By Robert Winkler Burke
Of inthatdayteachings.com
2/25/09
(On route, aboard a Virgin Atlantic 747, from Gatwick to Las Vegas)
Who knows which way the wind blows?
Only the Spirit.
Who knows which way the Spirit goes?
Only those who hear it.
Who can truly hear the Spirit?
Only the holy.
Who are the holy?
Only the lonely.
Why are the holy lonely?
They separate from carnal men.
Who are carnal men?
Those not born again.
Why must we be born again?
To follow as the Spirit goes.
Why follow the Spirit?
It loves when heaven grows.
Why should I on earth grow heaven?
It’s in the Lord ’s Prayer.
Why can’t I do it without His Spirit?
Without indwelling you get nowhere.
What is the indwelling?
It is Jesus living inside man.
What if I think indwelling is creepy?
Creepiness is banning God’s plan.
What is God’s plan today?
To manifest Jesus in man, woman, boy and girl.
What will that accomplish?
Restoration of all good begun in the world.
What must happen for this plan to work?
Get rid of fear and greed.
What about prosperity or rapture preaching?
They bad emotions feed.
Why must I disavow Pentecostal fear and greed doctrines?
To hear God’s rhema voice.
Why is it so hard to hear and obey God’s say?
You have no other choice.
Why can’t I believe fear and greed will get me through?
It’s not allowed in heaven.
Who can bear up to all this hard, bitter truth?
Only wheat, not leaven.
I Have Found it Tedious
By Robert Winkler Burke
Of inthatdayteachings.com
2/25/09
(On route, aboard a Virgin Atlantic 747, from Gatwick to Las Vegas)
I have found it tedious,
To contend with man,
He’ll tell you I am his God,
Whenever it is he can.
But let him have some of Me,
My power that makes him grand,
He’ll take all credit from Myself,
And make his soul a worship stand.
If I remove My majesties from him,
He becomes worse than animal,
He must know good and evil power,
Risking pride above our rival.
Our rival is the monster pride,
Satan does it best,
It is what humbles Me and man,
Not the Devil’s behest.
Most tedious of all is rigid man,
Rigidly worshipping Me and My rules,
I break them and I’ll break him,
To prove the rigid are wayward fools.
Most fun of all are the flexible,
In spirit and truth they love Me,
I hide them here and there about,
In Me in them we’re fancy free.
I Took a Jet to Eternity
By Robert Winkler Burke
Of inthatdayteachings.com
2/25/09
(On route, aboard a Virgin Atlantic 747, from Gatwick to Las Vegas)
I took a jet to eternity,
I waited all my life,
It didn’t cost me anything,
I just died one night.
I died and was given a ticket,
And told to go to a gate,
People thronged to and fro,
No one wanted to be late.
My gate had a chaired room,
Of tremendous size,
We were met and counted:
Five thousand and five.
Then five thousand and five of us,
Walked in a skyway tall,
We boarded the largest plane ever,
Bigger than any I ever saw.
Each wing of the plane had eight engines,
On the tail wings I counted four,
Twenty engines powered this great craft!
I was at once in supreme awe.
Oh God, I thought, we’ve made heaven!
These great engines are taking us,
To a place beyond the sky, beyond beyond,
God’s reward: Our super jumbo bus.
Strange, though I noted, the plane’s nose,
Had angles sharp yet worn like a rake,
As the cutting teeth of hand tools,
In space flight, this must be what it takes!
Once five thousand and five were seated,
And belted in preparation,
The captain of the plane came on,
Saying, Here’s your situation:
We’ll be flying today,
Forty thousand feet below the earth,
While above, you blew it,
Say goodbye to laughter and all mirth.
I reached for my seatbelt,
It was holding me tight,
We all felt something wrong,
In fact, nothing was right.
The plane was pushed back right then,
And sunk into a ghostly mire,
Through the fog we passengers saw,
Twenty engines belching fire.
Slowly the giant plane,
Began to develop speed,
The earth-craft tunneled down,
As hell-fire’s jet steed.
The cabin became unbearably hot,
We thought we couldn’t breathe,
The cabin attendants lit cigars and,
Put them to our hands and knees.
For days we traveled downward,
Screaming, hurt sick were we,
For cabin entertainment we saw,
Movies of our life’s misdeeds.
Then: This is the captain speaking,
We have arrived at hell’s gate,
We have a saying in this business,
Hell is now, heaven can wait.
On earth, that’s what I thought,
Making little bliss,
I laughed at the holy and right,
Whom I now miss.
Hell is an awful place,
But the worst part was when I first knew,
My after-life jet ride,
Was with Satan’s downward fleet of rue.
I rue the day I was born,
And that I was ever alive,
To ride a dark jet of mourn,
And pay for stubborn pride.
Twenty engines await to take you,
If you follow me,
And five thousand four in hell,
Who lived ungodly.
Consider your final eternity ride,
Before it’s too late,
Do and be good with God now,
And upgrade your fate.
They won’t tell us fools down here,
What fine ride we missed,
All I know: Here down is up,
And all is remiss.
Un-planes fly through the solid ground,
To a place hotter than hot,
Delivering souls who thought they knew,
This place could be not.
Learn, oh traveling pilgrim,
While still walking above ground,
Love God, yourself and man,
Be right, be pure, be holy sound.
And your flight might take you,
To a heavenly minded place,
Where up is up and down is down,
Making bright stars in space.
Learn from me, the passenger,
Of an infernal jet,
Who made mistakes like yours,
So now with God get!
I Heard the Prophet’s Voice
By Robert Winkler Burke
Of inthatdayteachings.com
2/25/09
(Gatwick, England)
I heard the prophet’s voice,
He said I was untrue,
He said I didn’t watch my spirit,
And what it made me do.
He said much of Christianity,
Has become quite corrupt,
He showed me in the Bible,
How folks made down up.
I heard the prophet’s voice,
It rang clear as a bell,
I followed his advice,
It has served me well.
The prophet I heard is gone,
In heaven I believe he is,
Bottom is still up with most,
But I have found my bliss.
By cleaning up my act,
And believing doxies true,
I find Jesus often in me,
Showing me what to do.
It’s quiet, it’s invisible,
This new indwelt Spirit of mine,
By hearkening unto the prophet,
I am with I am God divine.
And sometimes I call to others,
As my prophet friend did,
But most others won’t have me,
They want me and truth rid.
Mostly I’m alone in the wilderness,
With God in quiet joy,
Writing for future generations how,
To grow to man from boy.
Because no one now seems much interested,
Of what doxies do and don’t work with God,
Modern people are so wired and connected,
Only those living off-grid don’t find truth odd.
Perhaps this is the serpent casting out of his mouth,
The flood of Revelation Twelve: Fifteen,
Because only an off-grid folk celebrate my truth,
And don’t loathsomely hate my warnings.
Beware the crowd of man pleasers,
Beware the cost of with every fake Christian going along,
The crowd oft believes insanities,
And pretends, despite themselves, to be with God strong.
Test the spirits of themselves,
Inspect their fruit,
Bitter inside they might be,
Stolen their loot.
I can’t brag of what I do,
Pride will stop God’s witness,
But who on-grid will see,
Who is of curse or bless?
I know a people off-grid in Africa, Kenya,
Who In That Day of truth rejoice,
I know a people on-grid speaking English,
Who cannot hearken to truth’s voice.
Woe, woe is me!Sometimes,
I can’t handle what I’ve found,
I listened to the prophet’s voice,
That parsed err from what is sound.
Woe, woe is earth!In busy connection,
People assure themselves all is well,
That’s not what the prophet said or I find,
A truth too bitter for most to tell.
Go on, go on, in mad connectivity!
Assure yourself the prophet’s message is most bad,
But in hell are there digital devices,
To keep your brain from going stark, eternal mad?
No, of course not, the Bible says,
Be still and know I am God,
Off-grid folk can still do this; the rest,
Devil takes whom God can’t prod.
I heard the prophet’s voice,
I can’t undo what it did to me,
Someone somehow listen,
Finding truth and spirit sets you free.
The Masses not Grave
By Robert Winkler Burke
Of inthatdayteachings.com
Copyright 2/24/09
(Over 120 died in Western Kenya in February of 2009 when, after a large gasoline fuel truck overturned, a crowd of poor people siphoned the fuel, as was the accepted habit in the country’s rural regions, until the gas unexpectedly exploded with a fireball of heat, also killing a number of policemen present who could not divert the crowd from danger.)
The masses not grave,
Could care less for higher teachings,
The masses not grave,
With minds set on low reachings.
Siphon off satisfaction,
And power from illegal breechings,
Having no real respect,
For man’s nor God’s legal briefings.
The masses not grave,
Discover illicit power available,
The masses not grave,
See not how hell is quite able,
To show acts unbecoming,
And precisely how untenable,
Mass thievery justified,
Becomes quickly unstable.
The masses not grave,
Justify their every action,
The poor because they are poor,
Of course, lack direction,
The rich because they are rich,
Enjoy every confection,
And the in between are mired,
In comparing connection.
The masses not grave,
Find their own way somehow,
Authority compromised,
Cannot stop crowds anyhow,
Even bystanders viewing,
Enjoy the consumptive show,
While a few keep distance,
Un-seared, the knowing know.
The masses not grave,
In Kenya were surprised,
That their situation,
Was not as surmised,
The gas tank they stole from,
Exploded; few survived,
When they were just trying,
To get finances revived.
The masses not grave,
One hundred twenty brave,
Thinking themselves justified,
Were in fact quite naïve,
To the laws of nature,
Even God couldn’t wave,
Now their survivors beg,
For their dead: a mass grave.
So the masses not grave,
Get a mass grave in the end,
Despite prophetic warnings,
By whom God does send,
God deplores the masses’,
Unnecessary sad blend,
Which throws moral caution,
To the Devil’s own wind.
The masses not grave,
The rich and the poor,
Each someday will knock,
On heaven’s great door,
Let us in! they’ll cry,
With reasons and more,
But God is no respecter,
Of persons; but demeanor.
The masses not grave,
Choose their way on earth,
Higher teachings they reject,
Leaving no room to birth,
Difficult salvation which,
They presume of no worth,
With their cheap morals from high,
To low, themselves besmirch.
The masses not grave,
No warnings will take,
The masses not grave,
All rules haply break,
Despising prophecy is,
The offense they make,
With their hellish souls,
They care not to wake.
February 8, 2009
How Green Was the Garden?
By Robert Winkler Burke
Of inthatdayteachings.com
Copyright 2/8/09
How green was the Garden of Eden?
We can’t precisely know with certainty,
On the other hand, of course, it was,
Just as green as God wanted it to be!
Where is God’s true and approved church?
In which brick and mortar walls?
Or is it in and among people met by chance,
When quickened souls answer calls?
God calls us all to manifest,
His lovely Son,
But many so inclined in church,
Have not begun.
How green is God’s garden?
Are we, His limbs, oft too dry?
Too inflexible, rigid, ossified,
To manifest in fast surprise?
Are we branches with thorns,
And nettles and great poisons,
Of proud religious, dead facts,
Being dead to vine God’s Son?
How lovely green, then, are you?
What flowery fragrance have I?
Or are we mostly bad-root selves,
That won’t let corruption die?
So how green of a garden should we to God now be?
Is this answer something known?
Let us be greener than the Garden of Eden ever was,
For God, indweller of our home.
Sometimes we lazily think we’d like to know,
What God in the beginning has known,
Perhaps God cares less how green it once was,
And more about how green we’ve grown.
Appeal to Authority
By Robert Winkler Burke
Of inthatdayteachings.com
Copyright 2/7/09
Isaiah 60:2
Appeal to authority,
We put a pro-abortionist, intellectual charismatic in charge,
Appeal to authority,
In debt, we give feather-nesting monarchs money to enlarge.
Appeal to authority,
We support right-smart, bible-memorizing preachers on TV,
Appeal to authority,
Preachers with unorthodoxies of dark fear and gross greed.
Appeal to authority,
We unquestioning devour our news from Big Brother apologists,
Appeal to authority,
We wonder, is there anything relatively humanist we’ve missed?
Appeal to authority,
Perhaps we’ve missed that orthodox God is not really dead,
Appeal to authority,
‘Cause if He’s not, why make authorities our God instead?
One of the flags,
That rallied America’s sacrificial courage toward freedom,
One of the flags,
Called not on man’s authority but “Appeal to Heaven.”
Appeal to authority,
Is the most popular rage today,
But appeal to heaven,
And cry for your sins, God says.
Appeal to heaven,
Shed honest tears, cry, wail and weep,
Appeal to heaven,
That God may this world clean sweep.
Appeal to heaven,
And God’s light will cleanse our land,
Appeal to heaven,
As He shows us our fools’ errand.
The I am Not in Ain’ts
By Robert Winkler Burke
Of inthatdayteachings.com
Copyright 2/6/09
Colossians 1:26-27; Matthew 23:38-39
Two hundrerd years ago,
God’s cutting edge church found wanting,
Truth’s tired old formulas,
Were out, not popular, weirdly haunting.
The truth that Jesus returns,
Indwelt in His saints,
Was on the out, disbelieved by,
The I am not in ain’ts.
So they invented rapture,
In which Jesus returns,
They added spirits of fear,
In which we all burn.
For two hundred years,
We burn to buy the next book,
How Jesus returns literally,
In a moment, to see if the next book took.
Took us unawares,
Of the mystery,
That Jesus returns,
Inside you and me.
But again, that’s a tired old formula,
One we, by majority vote, believe is untrue,
So if Jesus returns in His pure saints,
Well, we’ll let Jesus do what He must do.
But the back, the great big back,
We all have we will give,
To all who dare host quick Jesus,
In the lives that they live.
Without fear, we give our backside,
Our lovely big backside we show,
To any disbeliever in rapture who,
Displays God’s indwelt duo.
Again, such truth is a tired old formula,
Much disbelieved,
How can rapture leaders make moola,
Without truth reprieved?
Hurrah for two hundred years of rapture,
Fifty of prosperity!
Long may truth be a tired old formula,
In this age insanity!
Who would brave disbelieving mad doctrines,
Broadcast to one hundred nations?
Only fools for truth, only the lonely brave,
Only the orthodox believing creation.
Such marked souls,
Can’t buy, write or sell rapture books,
Only having to show,
Inside, Jesus, if anyone spiritually looks.
But the I am not in ain’ts,
Are in charge of broadcasting religious things,
Loving themselves, their sheep and sheep shearing,
Hating only witnesses indwelt of their king.
THE BACK!The back must be given,
To discourage the foolhardy, indwelt remnant!
The I am not in ain’ts are wise,
Making souls which come quick the great I am can’t.
For Jesus can’t come in unclean vessels,
Who won’t bless His return in others,
The I am not in ain’ts turn back on such,
Preferring lies of rapture book sellers.
The Problem with Wilderness Men
By Robert Winkler Burke
Of inthatdayteachings.com
Copyright 2/5/09
Preachers here, preachers there,
On TV will occasionally say,
There are warriors hidden by God,
In caves, preparing for the day.
The day of tribulation overcoming,
The day of great change,
The day, in fact, of true revival,
When shaking will rearrange.
A lot will happen in that day,
What the preachers say is true,
But what they might not understand,
So clearly is, what they might rue.
The wilderness dread-not champion,
Might walk out of his dark cave,
With the power to overturn what’s wrong,
By being two things:True and brave.
With truth he might proclaim,
Rapture is a lie with fear,
God comes quickly in us now,
Proclaiming, Behold I’m near!
With truth the wilderness man,
Might say, Prosperity is a lie,
You cannot buy God’s good grace,
By tithing to an idiot in a tie.
The wilderness man might say,
Stop using emotion and witchcraft,
In your services of insanity,
Do the math:Fear God’s wrath.
The wilderness man might say,
You preachers have been wrong, wrong, wrong!
You are weak, out of touch, bent,
Proud, satanic and deluded strong, strong, strong!
Then the preachers might love,
The wilderness man as David was by Saul,
The preachers would feel bad,
And they would love him not at all.
Then they would rue the day,
They ever proclaimed the wilderness man’s existence.
If he ever was, is or will be,
Preachers on TV will surely unite in his resistance.
The problem with the wilderness man,
He cannot agree with corruption,
And TV religion has so much in it now,
His appearance brings confliction.
So the rule the TV preachers might have,
Is bury this wilderness man,
Blast the entrance to his cave,
Entomb him while we can.
Shut this wilderness man’s mouth,
Don’t publish his book,
Keep him off camera, out of sight,
Lest any have a look.
The wilderness men, they hope,
Will each one die of old age,
Unheard, unseen, insignificant,
While preachers stay on stage.
Who will win this battle,
Between the lonely brave and ensconced naïve?
Were it not for the internet,
No man of truth or courage could leave his cave.
Ridin’ from Rebuke
By Robert Winkler Burke
Of inthatdayteachings.com
Copyright 2/4/09
Isaiah 28: 1-3; Rev. 3:19
Ridin’ from rebuke,
Ah’m so free!
Gallopin’ from rebuke,
Ah’m on TV!
Ah’m a televangelist,
Boy howdy,
A hat’n saddle cowboy,
Not dowdy!
For ten, no twenty,
Maybe, fifty years,
Me and mah compadres,
Been swilling beers.
The beers of intoxicating self-glory,
The wine of ME and MINE!
Broadcastin’ strong drink delusions,
Drunkards we all, divine!
Mah duster is religiosity,
Pard, buy me a drink,
Hand over your money, son,
Don’t you dare think.
Think what a bank heist,
Mah game actually is,
Renegade outlaws runnin’,
God’s broadcastin’ biz.
Ah have this here strong faith-hunch,
Y’all’s seed cash pronto-quick becomes mine,
Believe mah faith mantras, NOW, son,
God, not me and mine, will times it back fine!
Ah LOVE this outlaw math,
With every dollar mah faith is reborn,
Y’all’s coin increases belief,
Of me and mine, that is, not your’n!
AH AM the believer’s leader!
Ah ain’t never wrong,
Runnin’ from rebuke,
God’s posse ‘tain’t strong.
Support mah babble-on, anti-chastisement,
Non-rebuke charade,
YOU, Ah don’t know son, but me and mine,
Shor’ ‘nuff, got it made!
And love, Lordy Lordy, heaven above,
Jes’ why kin we never repent?
God ain’t rebukin’ whom He don’t love,
So’s we ride on, God absent!
Ask me now, friend, why should God love us,
We rebels of His way?
We take from His spiritual orphans and widows,
Who give us their pay.
So’s we ride hard,
From God’s missing rebuke,
Happy we be,
With all we took.
Having a Look
By Robert Winkler Burke
Of inthatdayteachings.com
Copyright 2/4/09
Last night in my wilderness hotel room,
TV on, I had a look,
At my old pal, famous healing evangelist,
Who was selling a book.
Eyes baggy, cheeks puffy, chin saggy,
He looked like hell,
The book his guest had authored,
Was to make our future well.
As the pale guest droned on, flat voice,
Much uninspired,
My old pal, famous healing evangelist,
Looked much mired.
Trapped he was, watching,
His telling show unfold,
Another guest, another book,
Same selling grow old.
Holy, vibrant warriors in caves, they tell us,
Will herald a new day,
But not before the rigid, blind-ditch shillers,
Get out of hell’s way.
Yes, my friend the television-rich evangelist,
Has done a lot for world belief in God,
But he and his kind are neck deep in trouble,
Believing self-critique and rebuke odd.
Majoring forever in God’s minor things,
They proudly proclaim the word,
Ignoring God’s ever-present corrections,
Extorting cash, having not heard.
Teaching the nations,
To be duplicated in formulaprecisely like them,
Rigid, repetitious,
Unthinking righteous, inflexibly bound in self-glory sin.
Avoiding Pride’s Blight
By Robert Winkler Burke
Of inthatdayteachings.com
Copyright 2/3/09
(re: Abraham Lincoln’s 1838 Lyceum speech)
In the great journal,
Of thing happening under the sun,
The fight for balance,
Of true, mature liberty has just begun.
We’re just beginning now with wisdom,
To see,
Threats imagined, half-true and real,
To liberty.
One foe is lawlessness,
That’s well understood,
Another is authoritarian,
And its evil brood.
Moreover, evil is also found,
In benevolent over-ruled utopias,
Even as evil surrounds,
Licentious cornucopias.
What?Too much freedom,
Is bad?
Comparable to tyrants,
Gone mad?
What I’m saying is that,
True liberty is in dynamic tension,
Between the eternal fight between,
No laws and too many to mention.
In one epic battle, we might pray,
For underdog rebels to win,
To beat back the rigid law makers,
And find freedom within.
In another case, we might want,
The unrestrained to lose,
To belly up to the bar of truth,
And be less free to choose.
This is true, actually,
Throughout the universe,
In politics, religion, family,
It’s chapter and verse.
Back in 1860 in America,
Southerners chose a free course,
The Union, through Lincoln, prevailed,
Generally avoiding things worse.
Yet Lincoln in our great Civil War,
Chose King George’s side,
In earlier times George Washington,
Did for freedom ride.
So Washington begat a nation,
Lincoln then preserved,
By taking opposite sides of dilemmas,
Being brothers in nerve.
Brothers in maturity as these greats,
We must learn to be,
Loving even King George or Robert Lee,
As our opposites in deed.
Slightly wrong, they,
Slightly right, us,
It’s the fight for liberty,
We must trust.
One particular moment in time,
Law’s presence or absence is overdone,
Time for the other side to win,
To keep what’s right under the sun.
Thus there is no lawful or lawless perfection,
Only great strife,
But in the necessary struggle of liberty’s balance,
We find great life.
Magnanimous in victory we shall not behead,
The too lawful or too lawless chooser,
For there, but for the grace of God,
We might be undone loser, instead.
Yes, we fight for liberty,
As God gives us the right to see,
With flexibility, not rigid rules,
It’s liberty’s tension sets us free.
And understand the law of love,
And forgiveness stands supreme,
How we interpret is debatable,
In second chance, mercy serene.
Our world has still a second chance,
To make things right,
To balance law and license among us,
Avoiding pride’s blight.
So the biggest foe to liberty,
Isn’t that perceived evil might win,
It is to demonize our friend enemy,
And let none of his truth in.
So let the enemies of balanced liberty, either side,
Dear Pastor Benjamin Wamalwa Khaemba (of Bungoma, Western Kenya),
RE: WHY AFRICA REMAINS POOR FINANCIALLY THIS CHRISTMAS
I am absolutely amazed that with the shaming of executive officers of the big three auto makers in the US, when they flew their executive jets from Detroit to Washington, D.C., to ask for bail out monies, the world's opinion excoriated them!
THEN, they repented, offered to sell or reduce their executive aircraft fleet, reduce their benefits, and drive cars to the capitol next time they ask for money (which they did.)
This was QUICK response in the REAL world to TRUE criticism. It was self-critique accepted and agreed upon.
NOT SO, however, in the insane (truly, truly it is insane, and has been for a long time) world of broadcast ministry. (I believe the Lord calls it broadcast insanity.)
The televangelists indicate they will keep their executive jets, their 18,000 square foot mansions, their egregiously profligate lifestyles.... at the expense of the widows' mite donations they receive.
Ever wonder why Kenya or Bungoma remains poor? ONE REASON: The good monies from the good hearts of people around the world sent to broadcast preachers for good causes for the good gospel... goes mainly to support mega-ministry lifestyles of out-of-God's-control ministry personas of biblical "extortion and excess" (Christ's red-letter words.)
Broadcast ministers, in aggregate, own and operate a huge fleet of jets, facilities, mansions, and largely indefensible redundant capabilities of wasteful expenditures on an almost unmanageable scale.
Why such billion dollar expenditures?Mainly, to support billion-dollar egos of personas; all antithetical to Christ and His teachings; especially His indwelling quickly capabilities and urgent desire as explained by In That Day Teachings.Bottom line:We’re looking at anti-christ, lo here, there and everywhere… when we need to be seeing Christ in us!
That may be why things are so financially poor for you and your fellow preachers in Africa and other continents of financial need. The lie of the prosperity preachers, may have kept good funds from coming your way. It went to pay for their fleets of competing $20 -36 million jets. (Which, by the way, they seldom if ever fly these ego-mansions-in-the-sky to Eldoret for a visit to the truly needy.Do they?)
So one thing hurting Africa financially and spiritually, is the perverted Gospel of Prosperity.It is why true change and confidence has not come!
This Millenium of Christ’s indwelling return is an age of restraint.As I have written before, a good definition of liberty is the mutual dedication to the imposition of self-restraint.
Thus, since prosperity preachers who broadcast themselves around the planet do not restrain themselves from egregious indulgence, they cannot themselves promote true liberty of Christ.They have no restraint.They have no liberty, just license.
Those who have true liberty in Christ have in themselves true restraint; and with true restraint, true love; and with true love, true doctrine; and with true doctrines, Christ manifested in themselves truly.
This is true freedom without corruption.We are to be free in Christ, and unbothered by self-deception that thinks we are Christ indwelt when we might be self-serving with anti-christ on the throne of our souls.Let every man and woman with eyes to see, see this.
The billion-dollar budget funding of broadcast gospel goes to line pockets of greedy leaders; not help the impoverished of the world.This is the belly of the message of prosperity.It may be why suffering continues in the Twenty-First Century.
Africa has a reputation for corruption.But the corruption of the Prosperity Gospel is at a far higher, far more clever, far more cloaked-by-deception level of sophistication.
The prosperity message had been broadcast to Africa for fifty years.Yet Africa remains conflicted.Can Beelzebub cast out Beelzebub (of prosperity ministry)?Christ said he couldn’t.
Thus, a prosperity preacher cannot help Africa.He can only help himself, if he is a good deceiver.Then, he only deceives his sheep.He feeds them his ego.He is in perdition.
Selah.
Robert Winkler Burke
Reno, NevadaUSA
775-690-7293 cell
Message Sent, Message Received – Rectitude – Rectitude is the quality or state of being honest, correct in judgment, correct in procedure, morally straight.From the following excerpts from an editorial by Peggy Noonan, former speech writer of Ronald Reagan, we can hope our errant mega-televangelists who beg for money from us while flying in $20-36 million dollar bling jets, shall find a way to repent.For if the CEO’s of Detroit’s Big Three can repent, surely it is not too much to ask televangelists to follow their betters in example?How the mighty in pride are fallen to repentance!Amen!
Doctrine-Driven Problems Fixed at Last! – If the televangelists were to see the light (they haven’t) and repent (the haven’t), they would see the truth of In That Day Teachings:The Seed/Faith Shenanigans are wrong doctrines that must shoot out the lights of discernment in preacher and flock.To obtain greater awareness levels and greater closeness to God Himself, one must not love to hear nor love to make the lies of greed-based prosperity preaching.The preacher who deceives his audience of poor to make himself and example of the rich by such proceeds, succeeds in only delaying God’s indwelling return in multitudes and himself (the preacher.)And such a preacher and his audience becomes evermore blind to God’s continual indwelling in better humans who don’t believe such rubbish.
Rectitude Chic
The first Christmas in the age of restraint.
Peggy Noonan
It is a reassertion that there actually are rules, and that it is embarrassing to break them in a way so colorfully damaging and destructive to everyone else.
The CEOs of Detroit's Big Three ran their companies into the ground and want your tax dollars to save them. They famously went to Washington in private jets to make their case. They will not soon forget the drubbing they took for not paying attention to a still-prevailing national expectation of decent behavior. The second time they testified, you could almost feel their embarrassment. A message was sent, and received.
RE:Illinois Governor Rod Blagojevich:He really was abusive. He really was selfish. He really gives you something to react against, a sense of "That's what not to be." Rectitude chic, coming to a statehouse near you. Another part of the big reaction.
Dear Beloved – I am planning a second trip to Bungoma, in the west region of Kenya, from February 10-25, 2009.Anybody who is up to speed with these teachings and feels led to go, contact me.Anybody who wants to support the effort financially, please contribute.The Christian souls under the shepherding of Pastor Benjamin Wamalwa Khaemba are hungry for the truths of In That Day Teachings, and have good witness of the good work done in them by the Holy Spirit.And it is a confirming Mark 16:20.Our friends in Bungoma desire a team to minister to them and with them.
Oh Well – This four-year website project has required the kingdom and patience of Christ.When I was first exposed to these teachings, I sought after them like a man had found a treasure of great value, like the parables of Jesus.These teachings preclude me shouting their greatness (and my implied greatness) from the hilltops like I was a mega-ministry hotshot.I have been shocked by two things:First, the timely profundity of the teachings as I mature in them in manna and field maneuvering (bottom line: the teachings work!) and second, from those I thought might know better, their quick, mighty ennui.
Rapture Escapes God Indwelling – Another wrong doctrine is the Rapture.It purports to whisk unregenerate souls off in a cloud with Jesus before any big tribulations happen to the somnambulant in Christ.Thus Rapture believers also escape from the soul cleansing process of overcoming.
God actually prefers we clean up our souls without tribulation, but since most of us don’t, He uses our troubles to goad us out of soul stupor.With tribulation we might see what spirits we are of, and do some long overdue house cleaning.God uses spirits to stir us.
Because you have said, We have made a covenant with death, and with Sheol (the place of the dead) we have an agreement -- when the overflowing scourge passes through, it will not come to us, for we have made lies our refuge, and in falsehood we have taken shelter. – Isaiah 28:15 Amplified[The NASB calls it the “overwhelming scourge” – rwb]
As often as it passes through, it [the enemy's scourge] will take you; for morning by morning will it pass through, by day and by night. And it will be utter terror merely to hear and comprehend the report and the message of it [but only hardtreatment and dispersion will make you understand God's instruction]. – Isaiah 28:19 Amplified
Now therefore do not be scoffers, lest the bands which bind you be made strong; for a decree of [rwb adds:spiritual] destruction have I heard from the Lord God of hosts upon the whole land and the whole earth.– Isaiah 28:22 Amplified
The Four Amazing Spirits – Now at this particular time, which perhaps the Bible identifies as “In That Day,” what does God use to accomplish greater overcoming?He uses four amazing spirits.They are otherwise known as the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, which refers to Chapter Six of Revelation.
These four strong spirits, represented by horse and rider, are black for judgment scales, famine, drought and mass starvation, as in a drought of rhema teachings of truth; pale green or gray for bruising, death, hell following, sword and hunger; fiery red for anger, impatience, violence, war, removal of peace and strife unto killing one another; and white for conquering and convicting power of the Holy Spirit, with rider carrying a bow with no arrows and given a crown symbolizing a nonviolent rise to power.
Waves of Spirits Released – So God releases these powerful, but unseen, spirits in waves upon the earth!We are stirred up in black prejudice and judgment, gray despair and death, red anger and violence and eventually white conviction and repentance.
Thus when waves of such spirits hit the earth, people are stirred up.Wild things tend to happen, as with a full moon.During such wild stirrings, often our inner demons are exposed.We can use these opportunities to then fight our inner evil spirits who have come out to play, often without our overt permission!We repent and become overcomers in Christ.In conclusion, if we knew of this spiritual process, we might have greater victory over our inner demons!(It is an old process, but becoming ever stronger.)
Behold, the Lord has a strong and mighty agent;
As a storm of hail, a tempest of destruction, Like a storm of mighty overflowing waters, He has cast it down to the earth with His hand. – Isaiah 28:2 NASB
A Recent Example – Recently, a Cypress, California pediatrician was arrested because he became infuriated when another person cut in line while he was waiting in his car at a gas station.He grabbed a tire iron and confronted the line cutter, who called the police, who arrested the doctor.When interviewed by the local press, the doctor said he was embarrassed by his own surprising behavior.He said given the opportunity, he would never do that again.He even said, “Oh my God… We must pray… and be patient.”Thus did the White Spirit checkmate Red, one hopes.
True End Times Truth – True end times eschatology is not fearful, not fear-mongering, not something for ministry leaders with egregious spirits to profit from by selling fear-based books, TV shows and conventions to escape-hungry, fear-hungry, distraction-hungry hordes.This loving and making lies puts sheep and shepherd in desolate whoremonger camps outside God’s gates. The blind lead the blind into ditches.
[But] without are the dogs and those who practice sorceries (magic arts) and impurity [the lewd, adulterers] [and rwb adds:the proud and excess loving prosperity televangelists who are false prophet wolves in sheep’s clothing using stage hypnotism and crowd control techniques to extort money and keep spiritually unaware the unsuspecting sheep] and the murderers and idolaters and everyone who loves and deals in falsehood (untruth, error deception, cheating).(Rev. 22:15, Amplified)
Such leaders of souls themselves have souls that look, well, rotten.Their fruit stinks.If they have enough money and power to be excessive, they will brandish excess!They worship it.And they call evil good and good evil, immersing their flock in nonsense.
But true end times truth helps humans be whole and keenly knowing, indwelt of God, heaven-on-earth expanding and eternally heaven bound.Such people have souls of which it can be said, “Only God can make a soul so beautiful.”
And consider, now, that recently the executives from Ford, GM and Chrysler all felt chastised at the public outrage that previously they flew their corporate jets from Detroit to Washington, D.C. to ask for money.So they responded by driving their cars the next time.What about the high-flying televangelists, now?In a radio interview, the CEO of Chrysler told the listening audience that perks were being cut from executives, and that the sky-high pay would be dropped down to a less multiple of the average worker’s pay.He confessed the executive pay had gotten way too high, especially considering the multiple over regular folk’s pay.So the question now for broadcast ministers, what is the pay they take for themselves and what kind of multiple is it over the average contributor; who presumably makes less than the union workers in Detroit.The real world is catching up to the ossified, unchanging, unreal world of broadcast ministry.Hammer of Thor time has come, is come and will come.And for thirty years, critics have pleaded with broadcast ministries to grow up, get connected with reality and renounce the self-serving seed/faith donor extraction!
The world has never had a good definition of the word liberty.And the American people are just now much in want of one.
We all declare for liberty.But in using the same word, we do not all mean the same thing.
What constitutes the bulwark of our liberty and independence?It is not our frowning battlements, our bristling seacoasts.These are not our reliance against tyranny.
Our reliance is in the love of liberty which God has planted in our bosoms.Our defense is in the preservation of the spirit which prizes liberty as the heritage of all men, in all lands, everywhere.
Destroy this spirit and you have planted the seeds of despotism around your own doors.
At what point shall we expect the approach of danger?By what means shall we fortify against it?Shall we expect some transatlantic military giant to step the ocean and crush us at a blow?Never.
All the armies of Europe, Asia and Africa combined could not by force take a drink from the Ohio or make a track on the Blue Ridge in a trial of a thousand years.
At what point then, is the approach of danger to be expected?
I answer that if it ever reaches, it must spring from amongst us.It cannot come from abroad.If destruction be our lot, we ourselves must be the authors and finishers.
As a nation of free men, we must live through all times, or die by suicide.
Let reverence for the law be breathed by every American mother to the lisping babe that prattles on her lap.Let it be taught in the schools, in the seminaries and in the colleges.Let it be written in primers, in spelling books and almanacs.Let it be preached from the pulpit, proclaimed in legislative halls, and enforced in courts of justice.
And in short, let it become the political religion of the nation.And let the old and the young, the rich and the poor, the grave and the gay, of all sexes, and tongues and colors and conditions sacrifice unceasingly at its altars.
And let us strive to deserve, as far as mortals may, the continued care of Divine Providence, trusting that in future national emergencies He will not fail to provide us the instruments of safety and security.
Neither let us be slandered from our duty by false accusations against us, or frightened from it by menaces from destruction to the government, nor of dungeons to ourselves.Let us have faith that right makes might.
And in that faith, let us to the end dare to do our duty as we understand it.
