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[[First, they argue that the Creation account in Genesis 1 need not be understood as a historical narrative documenting the creation of the universe and its inhabitants in six normal (rotational) days.]]

First I will argue that they’re arguemtns are wholly irrelevent to God’s TRUTH- Second I’ll argue that they MUST Deny whole portions of God’s word in order to come to hteir twisted ideology- Third I’ll argue that these peopel are NOT endowed with the truth, nor with intellectual honesty

They are NOT Christians- they only claim to be- They are not ‘reformed Christians’ they are apostates- those hwo have tasted of the truth, but who turn just before accepting the truth, and now are set agaisnt the Church of God-

Don’t be fooled by these folks- many many will claim to be God’s own, but Few will actually be His, and hte bible tells us how to spot these charlatans/apostates- their4 actions reveal their hearts true motives

I am an equal opportunity poet.

Shadow Dance

My faith is a guttering candle,
The shadows dance on the wall,
The wind is howling at the door,
And the house beams creak in the hall.

But the words on the page do not waver,
All steady and strong do they stand,
In the quivering light of my candle,
They are firm in the ramparts they’ve manned.

In my life I have stood in the forest,
I have thrown out my leaves in the sun,
I have watched as the winters descended,
To burn with their ice what I’d done.

The cold is the foe that has fought me,
This flame is my warmth as my shield,
With these words as my army in darkness,
Never, while they stand, can I yield.

NicknamedBob . . . . . May 10, 2009

Echoes of Light

Hold then to your candle in darkness,
While I in the sunlight will dwell,
Your darkness is only the dust in your eye,
From the whirlwind with you in its spell.

Stare out into darkness forever,
And look for the echoes of light,
Look down into shadows for guidance,
Or open your own eyes to sight.

The waves turn to foam at the shoreline,
But out in the sea they are glass,
Here they will seem to be present,
But out in the sea they will pass.

It’s only the ends that we notice,
Between them the lines disappear,
When the seed falls on rock it will foster,
The thought that a garden is here.

NicknamedBob . . . . . May 10, 2009