Surly's Soap Box

Some who know me, or at least pay attention, would recognize that over the last year and a half or so, I've under gone some radical changes in my life regarding politics and the Kingdom of God. Not just politics, but the way I live out my Christianity has changed. The more I preach, the more I pray for the Church and the Lost, the more I get out there and minister, the less important politics seem to be. I pay attention, know whose running and such, plan on voting and encouraging others to do so, but with out the passion I used to have. My passions, are elsewhere: The Kingdom of God.

I have been accused of becoming a liberal. It's to bad that causes like Mercy and Justice seem to be the sacred ground of Liberals. The problem is that when a conservative Christian seeks out information on Justice and Mercy (beyond the Bible: Like when your looking for some practical 'rubber to the road',how can I put some feet to this thing, type of information) you are bombarded with an anti-capitalism, pro-homosexual, mislead environmentalism agenda. I really get annoyed when I read about wonderful Christian Communities such as the Iona Community in Scotland, but they have to get hung up on 'gender identity' issues, global warming, and politics. It's as if you have to swallow the entire liberal agenda if you desire to practice Mercy, Justice, and Peace.

But I'm determined to practice Mercy, Justice and Peace with out buying the Liberal Agenda. Over the next few months I plan to expound on the definitions of these concepts, a maybe even present some opportunities for some folks here in the Twin Cities to get together and 'do the stuff'.

I close with a poem written by a friend of mine. Now, I don't always agree with Mark, but I know his heart. It's faithful.



Resistance

Her t-shirt spoke of love and peace
and beckoned our thoughts to the wartime deceased
But her face was twisted into a mask of hate
Only the blood of her foes could sate

Her banner gushed with words of love
And another protestor had a sign with a dove
But her own voice told me that her cause wasn’t true
Because her throat screamed out these words: “Fuck you!”

Dr. King and Gandhi, they grimace in their graves
For our own mockery has made us its slaves
Jesus Christ has a flashback to his time on the Cross
And he sheds a heavenly tear for the tragic loss

Of a young woman who should fight for peace
Instead of spreading the infectious disease
Of self-righteous hatred draped in smug
Her false piety makes her a thug