No man is a dog; nor a dog, a man -One can only be treated so.And yet these metaphors are bad –Which I now intend to show.There are dogs on street and dogs at homeSo, a street man can’t be a dog,For then would men at home also be dogs;Though never Bull or Alsatian; for all are one.A dog’s got no moral sense; a man has at least some.And even if he had none,The categorization is worse, and not less;For, a dog’s still known for its faithfulness.The street boy might become a millionaire,And a millionaire, come to the street;A shack is still a home...
Prayer for Wisdom
“If any of you lacks wisdom, he should ask God, who gives generously to all without finding fault, and it will be given to him” (James 1:5, NIV).During the Second Great Awakening that swept America, the revivalist preacher Rev. Charles G. Finney once visited a German settlement and preached the Gospel to it which accepted the Gospel and also saw some remarkable miracles.One woman testified that she was not literate and so could not read anything. This distressed her greatly because she really wanted to read God’s Word and she couldn’t. So she prayed...
Beyond the Shadows!
‘…new moon, or the sabbath days. Which are a shadow of things to come; but the body is of Christ’ (Col. 2: 16, 17).The pale light from the silvery moon cast dark figures on the ground. Frightened, the little boy asked, ‘What’s it, mother?’ ‘It’s the spirit’ she replied.The shadow was a frightening phenomenon to many a pre-literate man. Even in a seemingly sophisticated society as the Indian one, there was a time when caste Hindus considered the very shadow of an outcaste as defiling. Somehow a connection was imagined between the dark figure and...
The World a Wily Tradesman
I agree that you are charming, desirable, and fulfillingMild or violent though I be your presence is mesmerizingKings and paupers, young and old have never been able to evade youFor you are charming; charmingly murderous.You rend the heart from the mind, and kill its thousand eyesYou bend the heart to the flesh, and fill it with a million liesVisible desire, invisible snare.Lust of flesh, death of mind.O World, the master tradesmanYou give us what we wantAt the cost of what we ne...
