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A Land of Plenty (26.1.09)

“Far from the kingdom of God lies a land of plenty.

A land of plenty that sacrifices to unknown gods.

A land of plenty that breeds a cult of worship of gods not known to the Risen King.

A land of plenty that believes it has no need for the God of its scriptures.

A land of plenty that has accepted gods of materialism,

                                                        gods of humanism,

                                                        gods of idolatries.

A land of plenty full of recriminations,

                           full of anxieties within its soul,

                           full of the cravings of its eyes.

A land of plenty that does not value life yet are hypocrites over deaths from the hands of others.

A land of plenty that does not value the marriage bed but approves beds of defilement.

A land of plenty that does not reverence the scriptures in the raising of a child.

A land of plenty that supplies poisons to its youth –

                                                poisoning its soul –

                                                poisoning its future.

A land of plenty that is governed by,

                                                 exists within,

                                      slowly dying through,

                                                 the destitution of its own morality.

A land of plenty that does not honour any flag in its respect for nationhood,

                           that staggers as a drunkard with no place to sleep,

                           that is without direction –

                                                            to arrive at only God knows where,

                           that belches from its stomach the sins of yesterday,

                           that gurgles down its throat the sins set for today,

                           that feeds into its soul –

                                                    its mind –

                                          the sins that feed tomorrow.

A land of plenty is admired from many shores.

A land of plenty is mired in its own mess.

A land of plenty –

                     that extends welcomes to its guests.

A land of plenty often claimed to be God’s own.

A land of plenty that harbours great delusions –

                                           no longer in the shelters of God –

                                           no longer embraces the sanctity of life –

                                           no longer confesses its heritage of Faith –

                                           no longer honours the gifts of children in its midst –

                                           no longer has integrity in those with sporting prowess –

                                           no longer gives voice in concert to prayers of thanksgiving.

A land of plenty is not a land of greatness.

A land of plenty is not a land of wisdom.

A land of plenty is not the harbinger of the Spirit,

                           is not the harbinger of example,

                           is not the harbinger of enlightenment.

A land of plenty can yet be the epitome of nationhood,

                                             the epitome of righteousness,

                                             the epitome of Truth.

A land of plenty can yet turn from,

                            can yet be the antithesis of,

                                                                 the past –

                                                                          in the fulfilment of a vision –

                                                                          as the adoptee of a new beginning –

                                                                                          in this:

                                                                         the onset of the three fold seventh century by which the wise do measure time.

A land of plenty that once had wisdom can attain it once again.

A land of plenty that knew and shed its blood on a distant land of favour.

A land of plenty that is a friend of God,

                           that grieves the heart of God,

                           that walks in the sight of God.

A land of plenty should reset its standards,

                           should fly high its flags of jubilation,

                           should uplift its banners of proclamation –

                                         that all may know a purpose re-established –

                                                                       a renewed belief –

                                                                       a turning from the past –

                                                                       a celebration of the future –

                                                                               the new dawn of righteousness –

                                                                                            the new dawning of things to come.”

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