Knowing God

We all pretend to know but we really don’t

We certainly can know but we won’t

Our careers depend upon imagineering 

Our friendships demand it

Our identity is it

So let’s think for ourselves as we watch them lounge to the Netflix of dogma and genuflect to the magisterial bestsellers that kindle fire

We know it’s not true that we don’t know anything, otherwise why tweet?

Admittedly we don’t know everything, but that’s what democracy is for

She knows there is a difference between knowing and pretending, but she doesn’t know the principle is the same

We are told that in dying we shall die if we count equality with God a thing to be grasped

Isn’t this contrary to everything we know?

Where was God in the tsunami?

God is perfectly good, she says

He is omnipotently, omnisciently, omnipresently good

Even if God is good, isn’t it obvious that the way she portrays him isn’t?

We know the winds do not actually obey his words, otherwise God would be the author of tsunamis

We know that God must return in the flesh again to make the wind obey his word, making all things good again

His feet must touch the mount before he can be our judge, our lawgiver, and our king

Only then will every one of us know, and bow to his omnipresent, omniscient, omnipotence 

She knows this world is not yet as it is in heaven

We certainly know what heaven is not like

It’s not like earth where we are like gods

We don’t even need test scores to know that she pretends

Total depravity only makes matters worse

They say that if any man—save Jesus—or any woman—especially Mary—could live sinlessly, even by God’s grace, they know they could qualify as the Messiah and steal the glory due to His omnipotent name alone

Don't they know God is dead?

We know this is heresy

She knows it too, and they still believe that empire of truth in which every Adam lives

We, however, are under grace, not law

Sometimes she even pretends to be pretending, so that even when we know that she doesn't know a thing, she doesn’t want others to know that we know that she doesn’t actually know

For if she didn’t at least know with boldness and confidence, how could she help all those around us with so much uncertainty?

She must pluck the firebrands out of the fire, and then they too will know

It is heresy for her to be wrong

When she repents—if ever that happens—that will be a sure sign of her total depravity

‘She always was the harlot,’ will be our refrain

They know that the only incarnate thing in life—at least the one that is without stain—is the good book, as long as the Apocrypha is not considered

Even the Creed knows this much; ’We Believe’ is our standard for perfect unity

Just don’t tell that to the Council of Chalcedon, or the iconoclasts, or Monothelites

Rethink one jot or tittle of the law or the prophets, and no more Jesus for you; no more bread and wine from her

She knows that one cannot be known if one doesn’t confess that Jesus is an impotent monarch, enthroned in the heavens, awaiting that final trumpet blast

That’s when he, too, will know it is time to finally come in glory to judge the living and the dead

Hell is for those who don’t know what she knows, and she knows that not even Jesus still knows the day or the hour

Don’t pretend you don’t know about the parenthesis of His plan

Don’t pretend that the signs aren't everywhere

Don’t pretend that we won’t get this flesh back 

We know that is gnosticism, so away with the Atheists

Away with those who pretend to know that the end was really the beginning

Away with those who say, along with Hymenaeus and Philetus, that the resurrection is past

Away with those who reduce history to a guess

9/20/17