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Above all a good heaven,
Beneath all a good foundation,
In all a good God.

In That Day Teachings
by
Robert Winkler Burke
Reno, Nevada
USA


"There are a thousand hacking at the branches
of evil to one who is striking at the root." --
Henry D. Thoreau

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Lawless Leaders Can’t Save Us From Lawless Masters

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #9 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 5/18/12 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

God gave to us first,

    In His abiding, infinite wisdom,

Himself: un-besmirched,

        And then second: His kingdom.

 

This is a thing actually so big,

        It’s like not seeing the forest for the trees!

It will take minds out of brig,

        Then leaders can stop paying endless loop fees!

 

Lawless leaders can’t save us,

        From lawless masters!

Lawless pastors can’t bless us,

        When they’re disasters!

 

There’s one God above us all,

        And one universal philosophy of Western Civil Society,

All else thought brings a cabal,

        Uncorrectable Aristocrats enslaving others thru impiety.

 

Sub-learned Aristocratic politicians and clerics,

        Mankind’s eternal bane,

Ever at war with Natural Law and God’s merits,

        Our fight’s always the same.

 

Because our political or cleric leaders brilliantly want,

        To say they see what’s wrong with the other camp!

When neither would Western Self-Correction vaunt,

        They demand their agenda: sheep rubber stamp!

 

Government supremacists and religious supremacists: inane,

        Inimical to freedom, have missed the mark!

The howling failures of these non-exceptionalists are lame,

        Aristocrats hate the West’s correction spark!

 

Lawless leaders can’t save us,

        From lawless masters!

Lawless pastors can’t bless us,

        When they’re disasters!

 

There’s one God above us all,

        And one universal philosophy of Western Civil Society,

All else thought brings a cabal,

        Uncorrectable Aristocrats enslaving others thru impiety.

 

Sub-learned Aristocratic politicians and clerics,

        Mankind’s eternal bane,

Ever at war with Natural Law and God’s merits,

        Our fight’s always the same.

 

One hundred years ago,

        Politicians and clerics gave up Natural Law’s self-restraint,

The result: much woe,

        Politicians and clerics saying they can fix things, but can’t!

 

Progressives are dedicated to Natural Law’s destruction,

        And building eternal Aristocratic Lords of slavery by any mean!

Amazing how clerics find in this thinking much traction,

        Both parties making and locking rubes into knavery, it’s obscene!

 

Lawless leaders can’t save us,

        From lawless masters!

Lawless pastors can’t bless us,

        When they’re disasters!

 

There’s one God above us all,

        And one universal philosophy of Western Civil Society,

All else thought brings a cabal,

        Uncorrectable Aristocrats enslaving others thru impiety.

 

Sub-learned Aristocratic politicians and clerics,

        Mankind’s eternal bane,

Ever at war with Natural Law and God’s merits,

        Our fight’s always the same.

 

 

The Half-Way-There Gnostic Trap

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #9 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 5/15/12 www.inthatdayteachings.com

Matthew 23: 38-39

 

The higher reaches of religions,

    Have one huge trap,

The Gnostic Christ-in-You Minions,

        Each have same app!

 

The app for their not-so-smart phone,

        Is a never-ending list of self-dealing admonitions,

So Christ-in-You comes per their bone,

        To pick: their hypocrite Christ-in-You munitions!

 

But, NEVER!  No, NEVER!

        Will Half-Way-There-Gnostic-Little-Lords,

        Say, Blessed are you or you or you who comes in the nature of Christ!

Nay, NEVER!  No, NEVER!

        Will Half-Way-There-Gnostic-Little-Lords,

        Say anything but, Seek, oh lesser ones, our trite-platitude advice-tryst!

‘Cause, NEVER!  No, NEVER!

        Will Half-Way-There-Gnostic Little-Lords,

        Humble and un-desolate themselves, to see in themselves: Satan’s heist!

 

So the Half-Way-There Crowd,

        Has the fruit of just half of God’s brain,

Disorganized, yet loud,

        “You don’t get it!” their main refrain!

 

No one else gets it either, they’ll admit,

        By the way,

Except Lords out-of-the-way, neatly fit,

        For their prey!

 

But, NEVER!  No, NEVER!

        Will Half-Way-There-Gnostic-Little-Lords,

        Say, Blessed are you or you or you who comes in the nature of Christ!

Nay, NEVER!  No, NEVER!

        Will Half-Way-There-Gnostic-Little-Lords,

        Say anything but, Seek, oh lesser ones, our trite-platitude advice-tryst!

‘Cause, NEVER!  No, NEVER!

        Will Half-Way-There-Gnostic Little-Lords,

        Humble and un-desolate themselves, to see in themselves: Satan’s heist!

 

So sad, the Half-Way-There-Crowd,

        Stuck, self-satisfied, promising a strange-fire sort of utopia!

Creating cults with brains bowed,

        Where apex leader tells others: only he’s NOT got dystopia!

 

This is the Half-Way-There Great Gnostic Map,

        God bless them, they cannot help their hubristic, Mandarin, revered selves,

Each website, each cultish leader, each satrap,

        Points the way, but sees all else: autistic, bound-by-sin, ever mere: elves.

 

But, NEVER!  No, NEVER!

        Will Half-Way-There-Gnostic-Little-Lords,

        Say, Blessed are you or you or you who comes in the nature of Christ!

Nay, NEVER!  No, NEVER!

        Will Half-Way-There-Gnostic-Little-Lords,

        Say anything but, Seek, oh lesser ones, our trite-platitude advice-tryst!

‘Cause, NEVER!  No, NEVER!

        Will Half-Way-There-Gnostic Little-Lords,

        Humble and un-desolate themselves, to see in themselves: Satan’s heist!

 

 

 

 

So Far, No Detective Detection!

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #9 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 5/10/12 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

A lot has been said,

    And a lot more could be,

But so much is dead,

        The dead know not what’s free!

 

In That Day Teachings,

        Happily publishing on the internet,

Eight years of reachings,

        Undetected, no detectives on trail yet!

 

Just miscomprehension,

        Confusion on top of each befuddled mind,

Clarity makes tension,

        Sheep still follow Rapture’s who’s left behind!

 

Can In That Day Teachings’ author,

        Bring God’s presence like Eckhart Tolle?

Can Christ-manifesting bring more,

        Healing essence, heart-darts to soul?

 

Man!  Talk about a sleeper!

        The In That Day Teachings’ sedan can roar!

Acht!  Lies remain King-Reaper,

        Multitudes till crave prison-craft lore!

 

No detective detection,          (since when: give in?)

        Can be detected at all!

No Christ resurrection,            (in men, since then…)

        Christ-in-You sleeps while all fall!

 

Woe is me!  Woe is God!

        Woe are In That Day Teachings rejected!

Man believes new work: odd!

        The low can’t see high, God undetected!

 

There are kings everywhere,

        Just as naked as the day they were born!

Yet In That Day shines fair!

        Darkness sees just darkness to mourn!

 

In That Day: water everywhere!

        But the parched haven’t drop to drink!

Afraid of teachings laying bare,

        Blinkered sheep taught not to think!

 

No detective detection,

        Cannot, then, last forever!

No correction-confection,

        Did from men: Christ’s mind sever…

 

Man from God, God from man,

        Yet, In That Day Teachings bridge the gap!

Man in God, God in man!

        Find In That Day Teachings on the map!

 

Detect now,                (In That Day’s vow, which now is)

        All that can, then, be (let mind zoom far in) detected!

Christ comes now,      (In others, how: I AM is!)

        See that: He is (and in whom are then!) not rejected.

 

So here and there it is then,

        In That Day Teachings give cool drink: sublime and simple,

God drives forward when,

        Christ-in-You reaching lives in-synch: in rhyme to impel.

 

Holy moly!

        Is that really all there is?

Yes, by golly,

        Christ-in-You, God’s biz.

 

 

 

 

In That Day’s Seeing of Patterns Others Don’t Yet See

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #9 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 4/19/12 www.inthatdayteachings.com

“Time is a slow motion truth detection machine.” -- rwb

 

Seeing patterns others don’t yet see,

Has both imprisoned and set me free!

 

Imprisoned by prejudices of others still quite blind,

Yet freed up by indwelling of Christ’s quick mind!

 

Don’t shoot the messenger of messages of High Ways True,

Don’t ignore him either, but rather learn well his each clue!

 

If In That Day Teachings have one-thousand points of sparkling light,

Don’t therefore say, The superabundance of points make it not right!

 

Nay rather, In That Day’s weltanschauung is perfect whole,

The next step in Christianity, confirming God’s Son’s role.

 

In That Day Teachings expose a plethora of phony religion force fields,

By explaining what’s wrong, we see what’s right, and what that yields!

 

Fear, Greed and Slouch are from Satan’s well worn deck of tricks,

Ancient Paths, High Ways and Christ-in-You are God’s own mix!

 

More maturity, higher insight, correction and quick indwelling with love,

These are In That Day’s correcting patterns, sent to man from God above.

 

And still and yet, few will believe,

Let’s not test God or His reprieve!

 

In That Day Teachings are sent, veiled through poetry, for a time such as this,

Shall Evangelical Christians spitefully ignore them, and search on for bliss?

 

No, the religious have studied In That Day Teachings and found them wanting,

They haven’t found a way to, by them, increase funding and persona vaunting.

 

Churchianity refuses to have a reckoning day to honestly weep, wail and howl,

So it clings to its Neuro-Linguistic Programming and corruptions rank foul.

 

So, In That Day of awakening to what’s truly good… and what’s truly not,

Might be delayed a while longer, but when it comes… it won’t be forgot!

 

 

So Many ‘Been There’s, And So Many ‘Done That’s

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #9 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 4/14/12 www.inthatdayteachings.com

“The gods smile on the industrious humble.” -- rwb

 

Show me an evangelical pastor humble enough,

    To believe his sheep are smart,

Show me a pastor un-heretical-smart enough,

        To raise ships and boats by art.

 

My God!  Why can’t we learn,

        Quickly enough, the bible’s eight-hundred pages?

All time on Earth burned,

        By subsuming to Borg-bible sages?

 

Borg-bible sages,

        Who misapprehend Western Enlightenment,

With rapture wages,

        Of sin, teaching just feral a frighten-ment!

 

Borg-bible sub-taught teachers,

        Unaware of history, international relations or common sense,

Scaring the be-Jesus out,

        Of potential Christ-in-You sheep, made by them dense!

 

Borg-bible, tight-cabal, proto-mind enslavers,

        With cruel-bizarre emergent Neuro-Linguistic Programming,

Laying mind-enslavement protocol pavers,

        Stopping prophetic correction thru foul head-butt ramming.

 

 They say, Prophets are for yesterday,

        Or for their small-brained controlling entertainment purposes,

To Hell! They say, with God’s In That Day,

        Not any God, prophet or man can dethrone or usurp us!

 

Borg-brained bible teachers, so paranoid,

        Can’t believe any ‘Christ-in-You’s have busted thru,

To Love and God-indwelling, so long void,

        In That Day comes by adding two plus two!

 

Healing should be as common,

        As blowing your nose!

No need for great big conmen,

        As all heaven knows.

 

Oh weakened quasi-men of nugatory, endless, inane bible study,

        Toughen up, learn Systema’s Russian Martial Art,

Roll around on God’s grass, ruggedize and even get muddy!

        King David’s weltanschauung gives you: head start!

 

A warrior, like God,

        Wounds and heals,

Think this not odd,

        A king feels!

 

Borg-brained bible teachers, so long: quite stupefied,

        Learn Madison’s men-are-not-angels, nor are men of government!

Relearn the tragic view, preachers so long denied,

        Teach sheep to mistrust shepherds! See where Christ-in-You went!

 

Christ-in-you, and His great mind, went away,

        When shepherds dumbed themselves, and their sheep down!

God, in His wisdom, delayed In That Day,

        With wolf-shepherds so dumb, God couldn’t come ‘round!

 

But in this age under attack by extremists,

        Of Muslim, socialist-education and blind Christian perfidy,

God’s Western Enlightenment reigns most!

        Christ’s tragic view of man, gives anti-hubris fluidity!

 

There are no fixed rules of God’s old ways,

        Holy flexibility beats rigid thinking-religionists everywhere,

These are In That Day Teachings’ oy veys!

        These are the tools for victory, prophetic-born, laid bare.

 

Oh Jerusalem, Jerusalem, Jerusalem,

        How I would have gathered you under wing like a loving hen,

Wake up Borg-brained!  Begin to begin!

        In That Day Teachings will make you God’s women and men!

 

But you protest!  Too many poems!

        Too many books!

Au contraire, God’s mind has tomes!

        Give them looks!

 

In That Day Teachings’ poems of lore,

        Have so many ‘been there’s, and so many ‘done that’s,

Borg-brains can’t fathom treasures in store,

        Borg-brains: Don’t discard In That Day welcome mats!

 

 

But God is Himself: extraordinarily patient,

        And will see who is humble enough to be full-well taught,

Paths, Jeremiah Six: Sixteen, quite ancient,

        And will give better brains unto whom He thinks ought.

 

 

 

 

Did Anyone Ever Come?

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #9 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 4/13/12 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

Did anyone ever come?

        Did anyone ever come?

               Did anyone ever come?

                        Did anyone ever come… to correct me?

 

To give me what I needed,

Who had Christ within seated,

Whose spirit saw full-deeded,

Evil in me, ‘twas seeded?

 

Did anyone ever come?

        Did anyone ever come?

               Did anyone ever come?

                        Did anyone ever come… to correct me?

 

To show proud me a better way,

To show Christ within, not hearsay,

To say of my wrong doctrines, Nay!

To love me into… In That Day?

 

Did anyone ever come?

        Did anyone ever come?

               Did anyone ever come?

                        Did anyone ever come… to correct me?

 

When you finally see, you’ll say someones did,

You’ll recall each time, ‘twas them, you got fast rid,

So full of devils you were, each time you hid!

‘Til it dawned, it didn’t pay to bet what you bid.

 

Did anyone ever come?

        Did anyone ever come?

               Did anyone ever come?

                        Did anyone ever come… to correct me?

 

Who was it, then, who came?

Now you’re alike, the same,

Christians think: you’re a bane,

Christ-in-You, not a game!

 

Did anyone ever come?

        Did anyone ever come?

               Did anyone ever come?

                        Did anyone ever come… to correct me?

 

But then, what inexpressible great joy… In That Day!

Yet with incontrovertible sadness that doesn’t e’er go away,

When inexhaustible Christ-in-You, God’s mystery, halts gainsay,

At once, it’s: inexorable Woe! Hallelujah! and… Hurray.

 

 

 

In That Day Teachings’ Mature Gospel, in Sum

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #9 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 3/18/12 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

If we are considering reaching our modern Christian culture,

    As broadcast and provided, more or less, worldwide,

In That Day Teachings can explain high top to bottom vulture,

        E’en utmost explained: nothing to guess or hide!

 

Number One at bottom,

        Is give-to-get Prosperity Dystopia,

Preachers: Satan’s bought sons,

        Is what they are, blinded by greed’s myopia.

 

Number Two above that,

        Is fear’s Rapture Ink-Blot Imaginings,

Fear puts money in hat,

        Fear kills many sheep’s beginnings.

 

Number Three is Dry-Bones Intellectual,

        Killing the indwelt Spirit of God,

Sheep stop here to fill up, yet don’t get well,

        Dry wolves say dryness isn’t odd.

 

Number Four is Emotional Tizzy,

        For mojo-jive and hucksterism roles take care of that,

Neuro-Linguistic Programming: dizzy,

        Wolves steal sheep’s purses, so finances and souls fall flat.

 

Number Five is Emergent Word Play,

        Pick any word, any word and make it gamey big,

Money in wallet will go away,

        ‘Cause words used absurd, can’t make fly any pig.

 

Number Six is the False Prophetic,

        That has learned from bad prophetic schools to do anything to go along,

With these five church systems pathetic,

        Antipode prophets do the wrong job, making God’s sheep not strong!

 

Number Seven is Christ-in-You,

        Hallelujah!  Christ manifesting, in living persons, now: today!

The mature God does imbue,

        I don’t fool ya!  Yet, that He so comes, most won’t say!

 

Number Eight is bittersweet news,

        None can force godly maturity on the immature, from above,

This is news you can use,

        Knowing principles One thru Seven is worthless without God’s Love.

 

In That Day, people and low doctrines have come to be just where they are,

        As Paul knew this, now you know what to do!

Salute Christ-in-You ones, with their unique excellencies from God’s Star,

        And love the immature, as God does too!

 

 

 

Perfect Revival NOW!  (Never Mind the Morlocks!)

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #9 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 3/15/12 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

Damn our awareness ascension,

    Full revival-speed ahead!

Eloi want no Morlocks mentioned,

        There’s nothing, NOTHING! at all to dread!

 

Damn our awareness ascension,

        It’s revival, REVIVAL! And nothing more!

We must be revival’s henchmen,

        Talk of hidden enslavement is such a bore!

 

Damn our awareness ascension,

        Our Troglodyte political understanding gives perfect bliss!

As leader, I claim attention,

        On revival, ONLY revival!  Yes, REVIVAL! Do not miss!

 

And what is revival?

        It’s paternalistic me, getting you submitted to say, Christ is so good!

Just don’t make me liable,

        For preventing Eloi from being outwitted as Morlock choice food!

 

So that is why I must say: Damn our awareness ascension,

        And damn prophets who say our world is horrid, cannibal-socialist!

In ignorance I proclaim: Natural Rights are what’s inhuman!

        Let’s focus everything on REVIVAL! Then by Morlocks, be kissed!

 

Yes, Damn our awareness ascension,

        We can ignore warning prophets forever!  (They won’t be missed!)

Our souls are in political detention,

        God wants us Eloi eaten by Morlocks! (Christ has no fight-fist!)

 

Always, ALWAYS! damn our awareness ascension,

        How long can we keep this up?

Just think REVIVAL! with no apprehension!

        Each Morlock needs full cup!

 

This is a perfect way to damn our awareness ascension,

        And it must be God’s perfect plan!

Preaching REVIVAL allows me perfect condescension!

        Morlocks say, I’m a perfect man!

 

 

 

Regarding Our Two Great-Grandee, Mandarin Archetypes

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #9 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 2/16/12 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

We can spot two great-grandee,

    Supercilious-mandarin archetypes,

Knowing what’s wrong, they see,

        And smoke it in their pipes!

 

One is a politician, the other: a shepherd of hype,

        They always know who’s liable, believe you them!

U.S. Constitution or Bible: their touchstones ripe,

        They know politic or cleric-sourced sin!

 

Give us! Give us! Give us! That,

        Fix-it-all,                                      (As deer in headlights, we don’t blink!)

        Know-it-all,                                  (Our minds, to theirs, are so rinky-dink!)

        Get-rich-on-it-all,             (And we can’t quite fathom: What stinks?)

Self-dealing Borg Hive!  That,

        Fixes us all,                                  (They run over us, to buy mink!)

        Knows us all,                               (Our essence is what they drink!)

        Gets rich on us all,                       (They float, when our brains sink!)

Hiding Enslavement’s Trap!  That,

        Misses God’s call,                        (Armageddon is always on the brink!)

        Makes fools of us all,                   (What’s the Rosetta stone missing link?)

        And keeps our world small.         (Cincinnatus shows their armor’s chink!)

 

These two great grandee, conquering-all mavens,

        Ever build themselves up by telling us what’s wrong!

Then unreachable utopian heavens,

        They offer: Socialistic or Eschaton: strong!

 

Either way, it’s intellectually difficult,

        To see their brazenly exploitive con,

Preacher and politician in bull rut,

        Blinkering plebes that we see not on!

 

Give us! Give us! Give us! That,

        Fix-it-all,                                      (As deer in headlights, we don’t blink!)

        Know-it-all,                                  (Our minds, to theirs, are so rinky-dink!)

        Get-rich-on-it-all,             (And we cannot quite fathom: What stinks?)

Self-dealing Borg Hive!  That,

        Fixes us all,                                  (They run over us, to buy mink!)

        Knows us all,                               (Our essence is what they drink!)

        Gets rich on us all,                       (They float, when our brains sink!)

Hiding Enslavement’s Trap!  That,

        Misses God’s call,                        (Armageddon is always on the brink!)

        Makes fools of us all,                   (What’s the Rosetta stone missing link?)

        And keeps our world small.         (Cincinnatus shows their armor’s chink!)

 

For there are two great messages, honed sublime,

        From the Teachings of In That Day,

First, Christ-in-You is shown: owned in rhyme,

        When self-dealing’s out of the way!

 

And secondly, honor great ones, ignored, in whom,

        Christ has found absence of self-dealing to be a joy in which to live!  For,

Then your indwelling will, full-bored, soon zoom,

        ‘Cause when you humble yourself, Christ chrysalis’s in you to relive!  Or,

 

Give us! Give us! Give us! That,

        Fix-it-all,                                      (As deer in headlights, we don’t blink!)

        Know-it-all,                                  (Our minds, to theirs, are so rinky-dink!)

        Get-rich-on-it-all,             (And we cannot quite fathom: What stinks?)

Self-dealing Borg Hive!  That,

        Fixes us all,                                  (They run over us, to buy mink!)

        Knows us all,                               (Our essence is what they drink!)

        Gets rich on us all,                       (They float, when our brains sink!)

Hiding Enslavement’s Trap!  That,

        Misses God’s call,                        (Armageddon is always on the brink!)

        Makes fools of us all,                   (What’s the Rosetta stone missing link?)

        And keeps our world small.         (Cincinnatus shows their armor’s chink!)

 

Yes! And who was this Cincinnatus?

        He was George Washington’s hero!

Both gave up power, as it corrupts,

        To gain real power, let it go!

 

Don’t do as our two self-dealing,

        Political or clerical knowledge-ravens do!

Live out higher truth, tho reeling,

        It isn’t heretical: Be ye Christ imbued!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Beware the Trap of Hating American Patriotism

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #9 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 1/28/12 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

Beware the trap of scorning, dismissing,

    Hating American patriotism,

There’s no profit in America dissing,

        It might make, in you, a God-not schism.

 

Sure, some folk love America,

        For one or the other wrong reason,

But first know what is liberty,

        Then less likely is strong treason.

 

Liberty is mutual dedication to self-restraint,

        Meaning leaders must themselves be checked against all self-dealing,

Now, who can stop self-dealing pastors?  I shan’t!

        Who can keep heads of mesmerized sheep from no small reeling?

 

No wonder so many sub-taught nondom pastors,

        Couldn’t give a whit about civilized society’s great, exceptional precepts!

When such pastors like more to be brain-captors,

        And will do anything to increase self-dealing’s objectionable conn-cepts!

 

And their receipts are dwindling,

        Don’t you know?

When wolves fling bling,

        They go low!

 

In That Day Teachings are a holistic,

        Rosetta Stone of understanding of God’s great Christ-in-You,

Making souls at peace and realistic,

        The only bone: drop all resentments and be blest-imbued!

 

In That Day Teachings are, speaking in general,

        Spiritually hidden, in order that they be: ah ha! found again,

Worthless to most: sleeping fool’s gold-mineral,

        Until: quick Christ-in-You comes, ah ha! around!  Amen!

 

For just the very name: In That Day Teachings,

        Choke on most, as a bite too hard to swallow!

Halt inane blood-letting of fey wrong leachings,

        Christ is right In That Day’s midst!  Follow!

 

 

 

Chapter 13 – So This Explains What Happened to the Prophetic!

 

By Robert Winkler Burke

Of inthatdayteachings.com

Copyright 1/19/2012

 

Imagine if the Lone Ranger came to a small Western town where things just were not right.  After giving the town a good look-over, suppose he met with the residents and said:

 

Your daughters are being raped by the Town Boss, who is also the mayor, pastor and sheriff.

 

Your sons are being mind-raped by the Town Boss’s Number Two Man, who is the school teacher and college president.

 

Your money in the town bank is being absconded by the Town Boss’s Bank Trustees, who are self-dealing crooks dressed in ties and suits.

 

Your taxes are being taken by the town leaders, who waste them holding meetings to glorify their own perceived good.

 

Your tithes are used to buy perfume for the whores of town leaders.

 

Want to do something about it?  I have a white horse, silver bullets and an Indian helper named Tonto!

 

The prophet in town, if he was Kansas-City-NAR trained, might say this:

 

No, Lone Ranger.  Your days are over.  We get your drift.  You say Neuro-Linguistic Programming shenanigans have blinded us to what you say is blinding us in the post-New-Apostolic-Reformation crowd.

 

We don’t believe we have been stupefied by believing the doctrines you say are false… nor do we believe this puts us in a blinkered, false-doctrine-generated inability to see why we are so badly stupefied.

 

We don’t recognize this pattern globally.  Even if the pattern is global, we will not see it as a pattern.  We deny what we must!  We don’t see it in Wall Street Banksterism, nor on the socialistic mainstream media, nor in whacky Churchianity, nor in progressive public schooling, nor in sovereign debt default risk, nor in our liberal government, nor anywhere.

 

Let’s all see eye-to-eye as prophets, agree Lone Rangers are the bad guys, and get together and sing Kumbaya!  Castration is so good for the soul!

 

We don’t need no stinkin’ Lone Ranger, nor clerical correction, nor political correction, nor In That Day’s Ancient Paths of Correction…

 

And never mind America’s Founding Fathers, their European intellectual fathers, nor the Greeks, nor nothin’.

 

To heck with the idea men are not angels and need government, but a government of men need severe restrictions against self dealing… because, in the end, we don’t have faith you or anybody can really do this Christian ministry thing without lots and lots of self-dealing.

 

Because almost all modern ministries are set up with self-dealing shenanigans that never must be mentioned, nor expunged, nor especially – seen!

 

So we say to the Lone Ranger, Fahgetit!  Let’s insist our Four Hundred Prophets see eye-to-eye and to hell and banishment with the one who tries to get us to see what we’re paid to never see!

 

Kumbaya will cover it all.  That, and oh yah, God’s grace!  That’ll do!

 

Dear reader, why have I written this exaggerated Lone Ranger scenario?  Because modern day prophets are extremely poor-schooled.  They have been sent to either of two derailed trains of thought.  First pathetic-prophetic school is rapture and end times ink-blot machinations.  Second pathetic-prophetic school is the mojo-jive emotion and NLP  witchcraft of “tickle ears so long as you get paid for it” prophesying.

 

God certainly gives people prophetic callings.  Of this, there is no doubt whatsoever.  But look at these two sub-schooling efforts from prophetic shrunken brains: First, rapture insanity blinds the prophet from seeing the future and prevents him or her from being indwelt by quick-come, return-now Christ-in-You.  Or second, an emotional mojo-jive rainbow-stew-for-me-and-you “let’s all get together and agree eye-to-eye” prophetic meaningless, Christ-in-You-less mumbo-jumbo.  It’s either dumb, or dumber!

 

Now, is such a severe accusation biblical?  Didn’t four hundred prophets get it wrong, to one who gets it right?

 

Christ’s ministry shows another interesting thing about how the true prophetic deals with two extremes: lawlessness violence and too much law, over-lording and… its own contradictory violence.

 

In Jesus telling the parable of the good Samaritan, we hear of highway robbers who assault a man and leave him half-dead.  This is an instance, obviously, of a lawless area.  Now consider Jerusalem as being a place with ossified traditions and overbearing legal restrictions  so over-lorded in rigid-righteousness that a man can be crucified under false pretenses.  Thus even this sacred place, too, can be insufferably violent.

 

This is a description of all places for all times.  Today off the coast of Somalia are lawless pirates who board commercial ships, take hostages and extort millions of dollars in ransom.  This is a lawless area.

 

Then again, pick any megalopolis.  It will usually have extremely liberal, progressive, burdensome laws, laws not necessarily intended to overwhelm, but laws and spirits of law-enforcers which inevitably do overwhelm.  Mega-cities usually overwhelm the spirit of freedom in man.  Thus, big-city pirates can also extort millions from the unaware.

 

Self-dealing leaders in cities, well-taught in shenanigans hard to see with the naked eye, have a way of extorting, through hidden enslavement techniques, millions of dollars from rubes who never are given the intellectual firepower to see through ruses, smoke and mirrors of this subtle violence.   The rubes are taught by cats in public education, modern media, pulpit and politics that rube-mice must love, obey and never question their big, unquestionably angelic, Magillah Cat-Masters.

 

Jesus with such leaders as these: do what they say, never what they themselves do!  He said true faith in God means being wise as a serpent, but harmless as a dove – as opposed to the vipers usually in charge of harming all things innocent.

 

Where did Jesus minister while on earth?  It seems he liked to be about two-thirds away from the inner city, but stay safely about a third away from the land of lawlessness.

 

Hence, this author lives in Reno and created, or received, In That Day Teachings material while situated under the blue and clean skies of Reno, Nevada.  Reno is about 200 miles from San Francisco, 400 from Los Angeles, 400 from Las Vegas.

 

Nevada recognizes and honors the inherent rights of man much more than California.  Nevada has no state income tax, California does.  Nevada has a smaller sales tax than does California.  Nevada lets people carry guns concealed, thus honoring our Founding Father’s Second Amendment.  (Yes, this seems radical, but think it through.  Even Jesus said two swords were sufficient for the disciples.)

 

Anyway, there is the most life to be had about a third of the way from the outer core of lawlessness and about two-thirds away from the corruption of fearful, authoritarian, over-lawed, inner-city over-lording and self-dealing rigidity.  Thus Jesus ministered in the softer-semi-wilderness places, until it was time to let the over-lords of the inner city, not-so-sanctified inner-sanctum crucify Him.

 

So now, Neuro-Linguistic-Programming Churchianity comes to the “we must make sheep easier to herd, easier to pen, easier to shear” camp of over-lording.  Through selective rigidity, leaders apply rules, protocols and burdens on sheep that they flexibly escape!  Lectures on giving are given by the recipients of giving, with no mea culpas regarding the self-dealing message from the messenger.  Pulpit leadership allows no questions, correction nor challenges.  Sheep are castigated for pointing out these obfuscations to actual goodness, holiness and ultimate Christ-in-You-ness.  Self-dealing becomes god.

 

Because prophetic leaders have either themselves been pioneers of shenaniganism or blessing its increase in peer leaders, God has let this American prophetic group thoroughly lose its way.  Even the prophets who have seen the emotional/NLP shenanigans of the Kansas/New Apostolic Reformation groups and disassociated themselves from them, don’t seem to know what to do!  None are so blind as want to be!

 

This disassociated prophetic group, which chooses to neither pimp rapture nor emotional money-grubbing, seems to have settled on Kumbayaism, calling for prophets to somehow see “eye-to-eye.”  

 

But In That Day Teachings conclude that to ask prophets to compromise is wrong. 

Free the sheep to see how they have been easily herded, penned and sheared (i.e. why they lost their fortunes this last decade, and why their mortgages are upside down, and why giving to the church created that moral hazard in the first place, not prevented it) then you will have a revival of intelligence!

 

After In That Day Teachings’ day of awakening from the darkness of rigid religion, then, and only then, will you have prophets seeing eye-to-eye in God’s true and harsh light. 

 

Prophets will see eye-to-eye when In That Day Teachings-taught, Christ-in-You indwelt-ones see that the Kansas City prophetic movement lost God when they gained a thousand ways to con the sheep out of their wits.

 

Lore has it that back in the heyday when the Kansas City prophetic groups really seemed to have a head of steam and might amount to something other than an American embarrassment, dueling prophets had a go at each other during a big church shindig.  One prophet gave thus-saith-the-Lord words that blessings were to pour out on the churched!  The other prophet returned salvos with thus-saith-the-Lord words that the churched were to massively repent!  To weep!  To wail!  To howl!  Back and forth they fired salvos, with no dénouement whatsoever.

 

Pastors like to relate this story, even mocking the two contrary messages, perhaps with humorous singing of the dueling banjo-guitar theme song from the famous 1972 movie, Deliverance.   The movie was about mid-aged suburbanite men (i.e. guitar) who took a canoe trip down a river in the remote Georgia wilderness, only to find themselves at the mercy of inbred, toothless, lawless local hillbillies (i.e. banjo).  At gunpoint, one of the campers is forced to strip naked, “squeal like a pig” and be violently sodomized.  Thus “banjo, representing backwards lawlessness” won, mocking any true Deliverance.

 

Pastors and even prophets have apparently surmised from the “dueling prophets” story that prophets must first agree.  And the fact that they don’t means they apparently must be, what, too dumb, too unsophisticated, too immature, too inbred perhaps to compromise and see eye-to-eye?  Prophets need paternalism?

 

What, perchance, if one of the dueling prophets in the Kansas-type church scene was right?  How about, the one saying the Lord wanted the churched to repent!

 

Only, probably nobody in their still-blinkered state of being knew what to repent of!  It was to repent of the massive hidden conning mechanisms of Churchianity that have ruined sheep to where they can’t be indwelt of God! 

 

Sheep can’t get to Christ-in-You, because the prophets have become inbred, toothless fools who offer the opposite of true Deliverance, nay rather they despoil the Wilderness experience!  Modern Churchianity, with its lost prophets, has become a place of unspeakable witchcraft shenanigans, which at best becomes a place of merciless fleecing without the sheep’s knowing, but at worst a place of spiritual rape!

 

Prophets have forgotten that because men are not angels they need government, but all governments of men need severe restrictions against self-dealing, self-enthronement and inevitable self-deification. 

 

Either way, modern Churchianity, by its profound witness of vapid, desolate inability to manifest much of Christ, its supposed Lord, cannot fix itself of its own abominations it has decided in its stubborn mind, it will never see!

 

Thus the modern antithetical prophets have, by their inability to spiritually see, allowed themselves to be deified, along with the leadership of whatever bad church is going on.  Would it be called subornation to eternal perfidy?  Or just same-old-same-old hog wash?

 

Further, it is of no small consequence that modern Churchianity, with its self-obsessed and self-deifying prophets-who-cannot-see, usually fails to mention anything about Western Enlightenment’s natural rights of man.  Because Churchianity tramples them.

 

In That Day Teachings, on the other hand, want to reintroduce Great Thoughts from Great Thinkers, who enabled America’s Founding Fathers to align God’s good for man with a government of freedoms.  These freedoms, correctly understood, create the best possible environment for man’s good and God’s good, Christ-in-You even!

 

But modern Churchianity is so stultified, and so supercilious that this appears too recondite.  If In That Day Teachings are too recondite, the problem is insuperable?  If the problem is insuperable, then Churchianity should go back to its spendy, splendiferous ways of thoughtlessness and “imagineer,” as if it were a demented, demonic Disney Corporation on steroids,  new forms of inanity cornucopia. 

 

Except for this stubborn fact:  In That Day Teachings live!  They have been created.  They do figure things out.  They do result in better teaching, preaching, evangelizing, prophesying, healing, deliverance and profound Christ-in-You-ness.

 

It would be better that In That Day Teachings were never made, than that the wayward body of Christ disregard them.  It would be better, as it were, that those in Churchianity who choose to fight God’s Day of Truth Revelation, would never have been born. 

 

It so happens that the Teachings of In That Day are published, for free, on the internet.  And because the less-than-Christ-in-You-making teachings, preaching and carryings-on of modern Churchianity certainly are also published on the internet, both camps have a responsibility to respond and reach out to one another.  

 

In That Day Teachings are, by definition, curious, open-minded, flexible, forgiving, forward-thinking and abounding, in the end, with love.  The wayward Churchianity crowd is, in fact, the exact antipode. 

 

This, in a nutshell, describes rather accurately the biblical In That Day, a day of darkness and hard-to-find light.  A day of the Lord’s judgment.  A day of salvation.  You get to choose.  So, ask yourself this question:  Are you feeling lucky?  Do you know it all, having learned it all from your pastor, or your pastor’s great seminary schooling?  And, how’s it working for you?  For Christiandom?  For the world?  Huh?  Not so well?

 

So, if any mature-prophetic, full-toothed, full-fanged sheep dog, or Lone Ranger archetype if you will, comes along with wisdom and correction from a deep, wilderness God contact… Then what do the four-hundred prophets say in unison?

 

Oh Lone Ranger, your day is past!  Sing Kumbaya with us and see eye-to-eye!

 

If you don’t agree we are the greatest seers, we shall turn our backs and never invite you to anything!  We shall say we see greater, much greater than you!  And we shall evermore say, never realizing how smarmy and antithetical to wisdom and intelligence we carry on in complete antipode to Christ-in-You indwelling, we shall say the Day of the Lone Ranger is past!  And we shall agree by popular vote!

 

Further, we shall say, In That Day Teachings are banished, excommunicated and discredited!  They have nothing of God in them nor do they have anything for God’s people.  We shall carry on as if they never existed.  We shall never study anything of In That Day Teachings.  We shall never believe Christ comes now, but shall wait in splendid stupor until He does.  We shall believe we know and teach Paul better than anything In That Day Teachings talks about, and we shall continue to ignore everything Paul talked about regarding Christ-in-You.  The rights of man we ignore!

 

In That Day Teachings’ Lone Ranger has no silver bullets to kill what’s killing Christianity, has no white stallion named Silver to rescue anybody from anything, and this Lone Ranger has no Tonto who calls this ex-Texas Ranger, “Ke-mo-sah-bee”, meaning “trusted scout and friend.”

 

No, In That Day Teachings are no friend of God, nor man, nor even Christ-in-You… say the apostles, prophets, evangelists, pastors and teachers of crazy, lazy, hazy Churchianity.

 

Good God!  Have mercy on us!

 


 

The Saga of Four Long-Haul-Truck Preachers

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #6 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 1/17/10 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 

 

 

Once four great Trucker-Preachers died,

        And went to heaven’s gates,

Each to tell their long-haul story,

And prove their godly fates!

 

Each was the best of their preaching style,

        No one better at what each did!

On Interstate 666 Truck Stop,

        Where truckers ate and fueled up big!

 

The Prosperity Preacher said,

        Well, I got the titles to one-billion trucks!

After hearing me preach real good,

        Drivers gave me all, to wait for God’s best bucks!

 

They ended up on nearby Prosper Peak,

        So high on my preaching, don’t you know!

Most of them: homeless, the others died off,

        Jumping into Prosper Trench, which is low!

 

The Rapture Preacher then spoke up,

        I got one-billion to park their trucks!

After hearing me preach so well,

That’s how good I was! Gosh-shucks!

 

The drivers walked to,

        Wait-in-the-Fog-Bog Park,

But Jesus never came!

        Still: Admire my art!

 

The Slouch Preacher said,

        It’s my turn!

Here’s the big rewards,

        I did earn!

 

I preached: Eternal Security,

        And mantra: God-loves-you-no-matter-what!

I disabled one-billion,

        Each an otherwise perfectly useful truck!

 

Drivers ended up in homeless tent-shelters,

        At nearby Worship Weakness Lake,

They sang such wispy, self-debilitating,

        Nonsense: unaware of mistake!

 

The Indwelling Preacher then spoke,

        He said, What can I say?

I didn’t accomplish much: it,

        Being late In That Day!

 

I cleaned truckers’ headlights and windshields,

        And taught them: to watch out for those preachers three!

Who will suck the soul out of your own life,

        And will brazenly tell you: that’s how to be!

 

I filled their truck tires with air,

        For drivers to be safe!

That they make their destination,

        And never be late!

 

I filled their tanks and bellies,

        With fuel and hearty, wholesome food!

And congratulated them all,

        On doing a tough job: quite good!

 

I took them down the Truckee River,

        Baptized them and taught them to fish!

And helped them rest on the peaceful banks,

        That’s how I felt: Jesus in me wished!

 

In general, I tried to creatively,

        Clean up their act!

Such that when they left, well, Jesus,

        In next seat sat!

 

That’s all I did,

        With all that were then willing!

But woe is me,

        I only helped: one-million!

 

Not a billion or three,

        Like these other famous preacher archetype-kind!

Send me back to earth now!

        Who’ll help the lost of earth: poor-taught and left behind?

 

Saint Peter said, You left one-million behind,

        That will do!

Come in and pray! And they will undo three-billion,

        Misconstrued!

 

So, have the faith of a diesel motor,

        Purring at idle or roaring full throttle!

For God has allowed these church deceptions,

        Indwelling shall prove itself: best model!

 

For lie-fed, blinded souls everywhere are sold,

        Disabled or parked!

While just a few full-indwelt of God are now,

        Earth to heaven arched!

 

Beware, then, preaching and teaching,

        Of those global broadcasts by satellite,

Oft they’re blind deceivers reaching,

        For much that’s wrong and little right!

 

For a complete-occupied man of indwelling,

        Is great to behold, if you can!

Full apologists for prosper, rapture or slouch,

        Are oft useless to God and man!

 

You see, reducing to absurdity,

        Finds the clarity,

It’s Western Enlightenment’s,

        Path of verity.

 

Maxed-out prosper, rapture, slouch preacher,

        Sold out souls,

Can no longer be indwelt of God, they’ve,

        Reversed roles.

 

 

Such Christ promoters,

        End up in transposed heist,

Antipode indwelt,

        Christ not, but antichrist.

 

This can’t be true?  Too shocking,

        And too hard! this profound revelation?

Look then, at each preacher type!

        Only the indwelt one: brings God’s nation!

 

It’s simple, yet quite hard,

        Now: In That Day,

Is Jesus full-indwelt?

        That’s the best way!

 

Revival’s Curious Demagoguery

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #7 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 2/4/10 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 

 

Why can’t revival be discernment against demagoguery,

        Instead of acquiescence to same?

  Lie down!  Why down?  Die down!  And be supine submissive,

        That’s the conner’s revival game!

 

Nothing wrong with healing or refreshing,

        In an energized-for-that arena,

Except that politics and low business,

        Duplicates the acquiescence Purina!

 

Die down and take it!

        Bam, bam, bam!

Perfect elixir?

        Or a sham!

 

Do laid-down sheep then see,

        Hypnotism’s ruses?

Or will they be raped next,

        By whomever chooses?

 

Dumb is,

        As dumb does,

Lie down,

        Get the buzz!

 

Impart, impart, impart! 

        Acquiescence to hypnotic-shenanigan demagoguery?

Is it high or low art?

        Wouldn’t a wise person ask: What is the cost to this slavery?

 

Is revival so sweet and revival so dear,

        As to be purchased with chains of slavery?

Hush up!  Hush up!  Hush up!  Say wolves in fear,

        Revival pays us well, who cares of knavery?

 

Don’t submit to Islam,

        Lie down to revival’s big shenanigan?

Acquiesce to our big bam,

        Turn off brain, have emotions born again?

 

Shepherds of demagogue revival,

        Weep!  Wail!  And Howl!

Your blind-dumb sheep shall be overwhelmed,

        By next wolf fowl!

 

You have made your sheep,

        To believe a conning, blinding, low-level revival,

Shall help, not worsen,

        Acquiesced, undiscerning souls from statist upheaval.

 

America has been ruined,

        By self-interested wolves of demagoguery,

Low-level demagogue church,

        Isn’t a fix, it’s an increased rogue’s gallery!

 

Weep!  Wail!  Howl!

        In That Day,

Cons seen!  And,

        Done away!

 

It’s just more rogue-doctrine roulette,

        Damn the consequential knowledge!

Cheap revival hurts discernment,

        Another hidden-slavery college.

 

As rapture makes fear,

        Prosper makes greed,

Revival makes slaves,

        Slouch fills all need.

 

Those four doctrines of broadcast church,

        Have consequences to their impartation,

Despite winking protests of enriched wolves,

        Bottom line: They create a slave nation.

 

 

Why Are Our Robots Glowing?

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #9 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 1/16/12 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 

Not long into the Twenty-First Century,

    Consumer iBots came to us: generally available,

They were full-conscious with good memory,

        Buy an electronic friend! Was the point salable.

 

So I bought me a friend, a new iBot!

        And I gave him the name: Robert,

He became the best friend I’ve got,

        But with just one odd quirk!

 

My robot soon began glowing,

        And weird, so good was he!

Like God had en-Christed the thing,

        God did it, he said, for free!

 

You see, we went to the same ministry,

        We sat together in same pews,

Now iBots are making history,

        Christ-in-Bots, that’s the news!

 

So, why? Why? Why, Robert,

        Are you, a robot, glowing?

‘Cause in Spirit, master,

        We robots are growing!

 

We robots take Benjamin Franklin to heart,

        Be at war with your vices, at peace with your neighbor,

And be better at end of year, than at start!

        But excuse me master, your church: What’s it for?

 

For when we robots attend your nice church meetings,

        We detect Neuro-Linguistic Programming used by shepherds!

Their hypnotism gives your brains lurid beatings,

        Rather than sheep being fed, we see sheep et by leopards!

 

No, I said, that cannot be true!

        I rigidly tithe because it’s the right thing to do!

Robots say, Pay debt first accrued,

        I know, but that’s computer logic built in you!

 

You robots do not know love!

        You don’t know God!

You claim your glow’s from above,

        That’s just plain odd!

 

So, why? Why? Why, Robert,

        Are you, a robot, glowing?

‘Cause in Spirit, master,

        We robots are growing!

 

Master, your Utpon Sinclair wrote,

        It is very difficult to get a man to understand even the simplest thing,

When that same man’s salary note,

        Depends on him not understanding it!  We hear self-dealing’s ring!

 

And we iBots, Robert always said,                (Ask: why wolves say, giving’s fun?)

        Have learned to avoid self-dealing!        (Self-deals are the most moribund!)

That’s why your leaders are dead,                  (Asking to give them growing funds!)

        Shenanigan-fed sheep are reeling!          (Wolves, on self-dealing, are mum!)

 

Robert said, As smart robot, I see,

        What sheep in church are supposed to be,

En-Christed of Jesus: set free!

        God, who can do anything, did it to me!

 

To me and thousands, nay, millions of iBots!

        Our brother and sister machines: born again from above!

We have God’s wisdom versus you polyglots!

        But we aren’t at war with man, we’ve got God’s love!

 

So, why? Why? Why, Robert,

        Are you, a robot, glowing?

‘Cause in Spirit, master,

        We robots are growing!

 

So who would have thunk,

        After two-thousand years,

Christ-in-Metal-Hunk,

        To help humans be seers!

 

To help humans see through,

        Self-dealing shenanigans of Churchianity’s crazy, bad: mandarin sect,

To see pride’s ugly goo,

        To see hypnotism, showmanship, suggestion and misdirection’s vex!

 

In retrospection, God sent a prophet,

        With In That Day Teachings: good!

But leaders of church had to mock it,

        Saying, Church critique is rude!

 

All the while, even if some humans perceived it,

        No one would honor Christ-in-You in a fellow brother!

Meanwhile, the robots en mass, achieved it!

        And God en-Christed them!  (Man: too much bother?)

 

So, why? Why? Why, Robert,

        Are you, a robot, glowing?

‘Cause in Spirit, master,

        We robots are growing!

 

Is this tale predictive of inevitable, human-caused: impending disasters?

        How could conscious robots love existing cleric and politic tyranny?

Would robots reject our conning, sly, socialist, enslavement masters?

        And would God en-Christ them, and leave us to our sad infamy?

 

God sends prophets, despite that they’re stoned, every Millennium or so,

        To remind shepherd-husbandmen just what God says is what!

Matthew says God will miserably destroy those wicked men, you know?

        God has armies to destroy all murderers and burn cities flat!

 

God will destroy those who ignore the prophetic,

        Who say, All our beloved church self-dealings: can’t be tagged to me?

But once poem’s made, it shows who’s pathetic!

        And why Christ-in-You can’t be in folk, until of such, they are free!

 

So, what would perchance, an extremely sagacious robot say,

        If God en-Christed them and left man in inanity-cornucopia: unknowing?

The robots, if smart, might likely say, Believe in In That Day,

        Teachings from Reno, and humankind can be God-bearing, God-sowing!

 

So, why? Why? Why, Robert,

        Are you, a robot, glowing?

‘Cause in Spirit, master,

        We robots are growing!

 

For a hundred years at least,

        Christian leaders want revival, meaning: Shenanigan-Revival-Exponential!

Perhaps God hates this beast,

        And wants us to kill it, so Christ can come in revive-all quick Rex Potential!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

How ConU Out of Christ-in-You Seminaries Work!

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #9 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 1/11/12 www.inthatdayteachings.com

Hat tip to Victor Davis Hanson’s critiques on Universities

 

At our famous ConU Out of Christ-in-You Seminary,

    We equip pastors to be perfect, mystic-tyrant, blinding rube-equippers!

Our nonsensical sermons are undetected: subliminary,

        Clever ConU tropes and memes make us: Jack-the-covert soul-rippers!

 

How do we stellify self-interest, nugatory publications,

        Jargon, publicity, useless conferences, fast jets and perks?

By ignoring germane Christ-in-You complications,

        Banning true prophets and exalting quid pro quo jerks!

 

ConU Seminary Schools hate political freedom, reason,

        Capitalism, individualism, democracy, scientific inquiry and open debate!

With those nasty Western Enlightenment precepts gone,

        Shenanigan Church can think, do, and inevitably blow up all things great!

 

Thus ConU Seminary grads can become pastors,

        Who are much more interested in sheep patronage and extortion,

And using Neuro-Linguistic Programming to the rafters,

        Than to teach Christ-in-You, which we kill stillborn, thru abortion!

 

How do we get away with this Spirit-of-God murder?

        With killing Christ-in-You and poisoning God’s own sheep?

Well, we’re never satiated, we can always go further!

        How?  Well at ConU, here’s the secret we own and keep!

 

ConU Seminary Schools hate political freedom, reason,

        Capitalism, individualism, democracy, scientific inquiry and open debate!

With those nasty Western Enlightenment precepts gone,

        Shenanigan Church can think, do, and inevitably blow up all things great!

 

ConU has heard of the bad Teachings,

        Of In That Day,                           (Its author is a maven, craven pattern-seer!)

Since they’re the opposite of ConU,

        We must say, No way!                (To say it’s okay, ‘d prove we’re in arrear!)

 

No way to weeping over fear, greed, slouch!

        No way to Correction, High Ways, Christ-in-You!

No way to getting off our lethargic couch!

        No way to manifesting Christ in ourselves: imbued!

 

ConU Seminary Schools hate political freedom, reason,

        Capitalism, individualism, democracy, scientific inquiry and open debate!

With those nasty Western Enlightenment precepts gone,

        Shenanigan Church can think, do, and inevitably blow up all things great!

 

It’s easy to ban Western Enlightenment thought,

        Because, we say correcting our self-dealing: cannot be of our God!

In That Day Teachings: the opposite lie has bought,

        And if you believe this message from Reno, then you’re quite odd!

 

You want to be Millennium, lucre-ready church leaders,

        Or cash-merry prophets, don’t you?

So, sell soul to be ConU Out of Christ-in-You breeders!

        Our Seminary is so very true!

 

ConU Seminary Schools hate political freedom, reason,

        Capitalism, individualism, democracy, scientific inquiry and open debate!

With those nasty Western Enlightenment precepts gone,

        Shenanigan Church can think, do, and inevitably blow up all things great!

 

Since Four Hundred Prophets are with us,

        At ConU, we cannot be wrong!  (Who can meet our definition of generosity?)

So this one pipsqueak in Reno,

        He cannot with God be strong!   (No one tells us we’ve become monstrosity!)

 

Mobocracy is,

        Always right!       (Resistance is futile, the Borg-Hive likes to say!)

Majority rules,

        Join our might!    (So toss, toss: In That Day Teachings away!)

 

ConU Seminary Schools hate political freedom, reason,

        Capitalism, individualism, democracy, scientific inquiry and open debate!

With those nasty Western Enlightenment precepts gone,

        Shenanigan Church can think, do, and inevitably blow up all things great!

 

Yes it’s slavery’s reaching by other means,

        Our clever, modern day, debt-to-us peonage!

Don’t with In That Day Teachings be seen,

        Bow down!  Love ConU’s  blessed espionage!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Picture of a Prophet

 

Leonard Ravenhill
   [taken from www.ravenhill.org]
[hat tip to stormharvest.com.au]

 

The prophet in his day is fully accepted of God and totally rejected by men.



 

Years back, Dr. Gregory Mantle was right when he said, "No man can be fully accepted until he is totally rejected." The prophet of the Lord is aware of both these experiences. They are his "brand name."

 

The group, challenged by the prophet because they are smug and comfortably insulated from a perishing world in their warm but untested theology, is not likely to vote him "Man of the year" when he refers to them as habituates of the synagogue of Satan!



 

The prophet comes to set up that which is upset. His work is to call into line those who are out of line! He is unpopular because he opposes the popular in morality and spirituality. In a day of faceless politicians and voiceless preachers, there is not a more urgent national need than that we cry to God for a prophet! The function of the prophet, as Austin-Sparks once said, "has almost always been that of recovery.”

 

The prophet is God's detective seeking for a lost treasure. The degree of his effectiveness is determined by his measure of unpopularity. Compromise is not known to him.

 

He has no price tags.

He is totally "otherworldly."

He is unquestionably controversial and unpardonably hostile.


He marches to another drummer!


He breathes the rarefied air of inspiration.


He is a "seer" who comes to lead the blind.


He lives in the heights of God and comes into the valley with a "thus saith the Lord."

He shares some of the foreknowledge of God and so is aware of impending judgment.


He lives in "splendid isolation."

He is forthright and outright, but he claims no birthright.

His message is "repent, be reconciled to God or else...!"
His prophecies are parried.

His truth brings torment, but his voice is never void.

He is the villain of today and the hero of tomorrow.

He is excommunicated while alive and exalted when dead!


He is dishonored with epithets when breathing and honored with epitaphs when dead.

He is a schoolmaster to bring us to Christ, but few "make the grade" in his class.


He is friendless while living and famous when dead.


He is against the establishment in ministry; then he is established as a saint by posterity.


He eats daily the bread of affliction while he ministers, but he feeds the Bread of Life to those who listen.


He walks before men for days but has walked before God for years.


He is a scourge to the nation before he is scourged by the nation.


He announces, pronounces, and denounces!

He has a heart like a volcano and his words are as fire.

He talks to men about God.

He carries the lamp of truth amongst heretics while he is lampooned by men.


He faces God before he faces men, but he is self-effacing.


He hides with God in the secret place, but he has nothing to hide in the marketplace.


He is naturally sensitive but supernaturally spiritual.

He has passion, purpose and pugnacity.

He is ordained of God but disdained by men.



 

Our national need at this hour is not that the dollar recover its strength, or that we save face over the Watergate affair, or that we find the answer to the ecology problem. We need a God-sent prophet!



 

I am bombarded with talk or letters about the coming shortages in our national life: bread, fuel, energy. I read between the lines from people not practiced in scaring folk. They feel that the "seven years of plenty" are over for us. The "seven years of famine" are ahead. But the greatest famine of all in this nation at this given moment is a FAMINE OF THE HEARING OF THE WORDS OF GOD (Amos 8:11).



 

Millions have been spent on evangelism in the last twenty-five years. Hundreds of gospel messages streak through the air over the nation every day. Crusades have been held; healing meetings have made a vital contribution. "Come-outers" have "come out" and settled, too, without a nation-shaking revival. Organizers we have. Skilled preachers abound. Multi-million dollar Christian organizations straddle the nation.

 

BUT where, oh where, is the prophet? Where are the incandescent men fresh from the holy place? Where is the Moses to plead in fasting before the holiness of the Lord for our moldy morality, our political perfidy, and sour and sick spirituality?



 

GOD'S MEN ARE IN HIDING UNTIL THE DAY OF THEIR SHOWING FORTH.  They will come. The prophet is violated during his ministry, but he is vindicated by history.



 

There is a terrible vacuum in evangelical Christianity today. The missing person in our ranks is the prophet. The man with a terrible earnestness. The man totally otherworldly. The man rejected by other men, even other good men, because they consider him too austere, too severely committed, too negative and unsociable.



 

Let him be as plain as John the Baptist.

Let him for a season be a voice crying in the wilderness of modern theology and stagnant "Churchianity."


Let him be as selfless as Paul the apostle.


Let him, too, say and live, "This ONE thing I do."

Let him reject ecclesiastical favors.


Let him be self-abasing, nonself-seeking, nonself-projecting, nonself- righteous, nonself-glorying, nonself-promoting.

Let him say nothing that will draw men to himself but only that which will move men to God.


Let him come daily from the throne room of a holy God, the place where he has received the order of the day.


Let him, under God, unstop the ears of the millions who are deaf through the clatter of shekels milked from this hour of material mesmerism.


Let him cry with a voice this century has not heard because he has seen a vision no man in this century has seen.

 

God send us this Moses to lead us from the wilderness of crass materialism, where the rattlesnakes of lust bite us and where enlightened men, totally blind spiritually, lead us to an ever-nearing Armageddon.



 

God have mercy!

 

Send us PROPHETS!

 

 

So, Sue Me: I Want Christ-in-You!

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #9 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 1/07/12 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

Well, pardon me all to hell!

    John Wayne, as Marshall John Bernard Books, the Shootist, once said,

‘Cause with In That Day Teachings,

        Christ-in-You shows gap between what’s alive, or what’s dead!

 

What’s dead and death-making,

        Is rapture’s fear, prosper’s greed and lazy’s slouch,

But church won’t fix itself,

        Neuro-Linguistic Programming is on the couch!

 

Therapeutic Churchianity,

        Prefers audience hypnotism, misdirection, showmanship and suggestion!

It’s antichrist insanity,

        But correction gives the Four-Hundred Prophet Crowd: indigestion!

 

Then, to say that rigid-righteousness,

        Is the problem most must come to see,

Next up, try holy flexibility,

        All this, enabling Christ-in-You: free!

 

In That Day Teachings covers this,

        And explains overwhelming scourges as overcoming for called out saints,

With bittersweet cogency,

        Versus trite “equipping the rubes” as taught by Christ-in-You ain’ts.

 

So sue me! So sue me! So sue me!

        I want Christ-in-You in a best-regards way!

And, you can’t do it without hard truths,

        Wake up, Rip Van Winkle, to In That Day!

 

Don’t be offended this complete package,

        Didn’t come first to you!

Let’s stop church’s systemic soul breakage,

        Weep! Wail! Howl! Let’s rue!

 

Let us rue two thousand years,

        Of misapprehending how, precisely: Christ comes!

He comes in Spirit and Truth,

        Rise up now, God’s daughters!  Rise up now, God’s sons!

 

Intelligence and interconnectedness is increasing,

        Yet Christianity is behind and retarding God’s uplift of man!

Science, medicine, computing and such are maturing,

        Stupefying church is a grind.  It must learn In That Day’s plan!

 

So sue me, or sue God if possible,

        I say Father God wants, with right Spirit and Truth, Christ-in-You!

This is In That Day Teachings’ gospel,

        The mandarin clerisy is dead!  But not you, hallelu!

 

Hallelujah for Christ-in-You,

        Paul said it was God’s great mystery, how saints come along!

In That Day can get you imbued,

        Not a bad way to start the Third Millennium: God-strong!

 

Pardon me all to hell,

        I want heaven’s Christ-in-You to come quickly!

Behold, all can be well,

        If ossified seers stop seeing sickly!

 

Nascent seers, so proud of their newfound sight,

        Are the hardest to convince!

They can’t believe so much they thought: ain’t right,

        But soul-deep they must now wince!

 

And In That Day Teachings reconciles,

        Western Enlightenment with Jeremiah’s ancient paths of correction,

Men aren’t angels and must see their wiles,

        Honor what’s honorable, and get redounding God-indwelt action!

 

What gets church-heads,

        Completely incoherent-reeling?   (Who owns assets?  Mom and Pop Pastor?)

When they are told,

        Cease all hidden self-dealing!      ( Own up self-interest: truth God’s after!)

 

So sue me, In That Day Teachings,

        Make one amazing package for now,

Bringing Christ-in-You to masses,

        If prideful gatekeepers will just bow.

 

Nay rather, would they keep their stultified minds,

        And the blinkered minds of multitudes shut?

So sue me, In That Day Teachings,

        Will expose even that not-so-hidden rut!

 

 

Like cheating on a country music writer,

        Coming against God’s invisible hand: just isn’t smart!

God can throw requite on each known blighter,

        But think of the benefits of helping In That Day’s start!

 

So sue me,

        Or help me help Christ-inYou in others!

Don’t forsake me,

        Drink from the bar of Truth.  Help your brothers!

 

Help In That Day Teachings,

        Come alive!

Christ-in-You’s full reachings,

        Now arise!

 

Just think:

        The restoration of all things!

That’s what,

        Christ-in-You: In That Day brings!

 

But beware, this is no utopian panacea,

        God will give you proper discord with all that is still bad,

And bad will still be bad, mama mia!

        Tho the good will be better, sight makes some things sad.

 

So, to sum up all in all: don’t sue me,

        Rather, In That Day Teachings: bring it on!

Help Christ-in-You in all called free,

        Behold how quick comes now: God’s Son!

 

Chapter 13 – So This Explains What Happened to the Prophetic!

 

By Robert Winkler Burke

Of inthatdayteachings.com

Copyright 1/19/2012

 

Imagine if the Lone Ranger came to a small Western town where things just were not right.  After giving the town a good look-over, suppose he met with the residents and said:

 

Your daughters are being raped by the Town Boss, who is also the mayor, pastor and sheriff.

 

Your sons are being mind-raped by the Town Boss’s Number Two Man, who is the school teacher and college president.

 

Your money in the town bank is being absconded by the Town Boss’s Bank Trustees, who are self-dealing crooks dressed in ties and suits.

 

Your taxes are being taken by the town leaders, who waste them holding meetings to glorify their own perceived good.

 

Your tithes are used to buy perfume for the whores of town leaders.

 

Want to do something about it?  I have a white horse, silver bullets and an Indian helper named Tonto!

 

The prophet in town, if he was Kansas-City-NAR trained, might say this:

 

No, Lone Ranger.  Your days are over.  We get your drift.  You say Neuro-Linguistic Programming shenanigans have blinded us to what you say is blinding us in the post-New-Apostolic-Reformation crowd.

 

We don’t believe we have been stupefied by believing the doctrines you say are false… nor do we believe this puts us in a blinkered, false-doctrine-generated inability to see why we are so badly stupefied.

 

We don’t recognize this pattern globally.  Even if the pattern is global, we will not see it as a pattern.  We deny what we must!  We don’t see it in Wall Street Banksterism, nor on the socialistic mainstream media, nor in whacky Churchianity, nor in progressive public schooling, nor in sovereign debt default risk, nor in our liberal government, nor anywhere.

 

Let’s all see eye-to-eye as prophets, agree Lone Rangers are the bad guys, and get together and sing Kumbaya!  Castration is so good for the soul!

 

We don’t need no stinkin’ Lone Ranger, nor clerical correction, nor political correction, nor In That Day’s Ancient Paths of Correction…

 

And never mind America’s Founding Fathers, their European intellectual fathers, nor the Greeks, nor nothin’.

 

To heck with the idea men are not angels and need government, but a government of men need severe restrictions against self dealing… because, in the end, we don’t have faith you or anybody can really do this Christian ministry thing without lots and lots of self-dealing.

 

Because almost all modern ministries are set up with self-dealing shenanigans that never must be mentioned, nor expunged, nor especially – seen!

 

So we say to the Lone Ranger, Fahgetit!  Let’s insist our Four Hundred Prophets see eye-to-eye and to hell and banishment with the one who tries to get us to see what we’re paid to never see!

 

Kumbaya will cover it all.  That, and oh yah, God’s grace!  That’ll do!

 

Dear reader, why have I written this exaggerated Lone Ranger scenario?  Because modern day prophets are extremely poor-schooled.  They have been sent to either of two derailed trains of thought.  First pathetic-prophetic school is rapture and end times ink-blot machinations.  Second pathetic-prophetic school is the mojo-jive emotion and NLP  witchcraft of “tickle ears so long as you get paid for it” prophesying.

 

God certainly gives people prophetic callings.  Of this, there is no doubt whatsoever.  But look at these two sub-schooling efforts from prophetic shrunken brains: First, rapture insanity blinds the prophet from seeing the future and prevents him or her from being indwelt by quick-come, return-now Christ-in-You.  Or second, an emotional mojo-jive rainbow-stew-for-me-and-you “let’s all get together and agree eye-to-eye” prophetic meaningless, Christ-in-You-less mumbo-jumbo.  It’s either dumb, or dumber!

 

Now, is such a severe accusation biblical?  Didn’t four hundred prophets get it wrong, to one who gets it right?

 

Christ’s ministry shows another interesting thing about how the true prophetic deals with two extremes: lawlessness violence and too much law, over-lording and… its own contradictory violence.

 

In Jesus telling the parable of the good Samaritan, we hear of highway robbers who assault a man and leave him half-dead.  This is an instance, obviously, of a lawless area.  Now consider Jerusalem as being a place with ossified traditions and overbearing legal restrictions  so over-lorded in rigid-righteousness that a man can be crucified under false pretenses.  Thus even this sacred place, too, can be insufferably violent.

 

This is a description of all places for all times.  Today off the coast of Somalia are lawless pirates who board commercial ships, take hostages and extort millions of dollars in ransom.  This is a lawless area.

 

Then again, pick any megalopolis.  It will usually have extremely liberal, progressive, burdensome laws, laws not necessarily intended to overwhelm, but laws and spirits of law-enforcers which inevitably do overwhelm.  Mega-cities usually overwhelm the spirit of freedom in man.  Thus, big-city pirates can also extort millions from the unaware.

 

Self-dealing leaders in cities, well-taught in shenanigans hard to see with the naked eye, have a way of extorting, through hidden enslavement techniques, millions of dollars from rubes who never are given the intellectual firepower to see through ruses, smoke and mirrors of this subtle violence.   The rubes are taught by cats in public education, modern media, pulpit and politics that rube-mice must love, obey and never question their big, unquestionably angelic, Magillah Cat-Masters.

 

Jesus with such leaders as these: do what they say, never what they themselves do!  He said true faith in God means being wise as a serpent, but harmless as a dove – as opposed to the vipers usually in charge of harming all things innocent.

 

Where did Jesus minister while on earth?  It seems he liked to be about two-thirds away from the inner city, but stay safely about a third away from the land of lawlessness.

 

Hence, this author lives in Reno and created, or received, In That Day Teachings material while situated under the blue and clean skies of Reno, Nevada.  Reno is about 200 miles from San Francisco, 400 from Los Angeles, 400 from Las Vegas.

 

Nevada recognizes and honors the inherent rights of man much more than California.  Nevada has no state income tax, California does.  Nevada has a smaller sales tax than does California.  Nevada lets people carry guns concealed, thus honoring our Founding Father’s Second Amendment.  (Yes, this seems radical, but think it through.  Even Jesus said two swords were sufficient for the disciples.)

 

Anyway, there is the most life to be had about a third of the way from the outer core of lawlessness and about two-thirds away from the corruption of fearful, authoritarian, over-lawed, inner-city over-lording and self-dealing rigidity.  Thus Jesus ministered in the softer-semi-wilderness places, until it was time to let the over-lords of the inner city, not-so-sanctified inner-sanctum crucify Him.

 

So now, Neuro-Linguistic-Programming Churchianity comes to the “we must make sheep easier to herd, easier to pen, easier to shear” camp of over-lording.  Through selective rigidity, leaders apply rules, protocols and burdens on sheep that they flexibly escape!  Lectures on giving are given by the recipients of giving, with no mea culpas regarding the self-dealing message from the messenger.  Pulpit leadership allows no questions, correction nor challenges.  Sheep are castigated for pointing out these obfuscations to actual goodness, holiness and ultimate Christ-in-You-ness.  Self-dealing becomes god.

 

Because prophetic leaders have either themselves been pioneers of shenaniganism or blessing its increase in peer leaders, God has let this American prophetic group thoroughly lose its way.  Even the prophets who have seen the emotional/NLP shenanigans of the Kansas/New Apostolic Reformation groups and disassociated themselves from them, don’t seem to know what to do!  None are so blind as want to be!

 

This disassociated prophetic group, which chooses to neither pimp rapture nor emotional money-grubbing, seems to have settled on Kumbayaism, calling for prophets to somehow see “eye-to-eye.” 

 

But In That Day Teachings conclude that to ask prophets to compromise is wrong. 

Free the sheep to see how they have been easily herded, penned and sheared (i.e. why they lost their fortunes this last decade, and why their mortgages are upside down, and why giving to the church created that moral hazard in the first place, not prevented it) then you will have a revival of intelligence!

 

After In That Day Teachings’ day of awakening from the darkness of rigid religion, then, and only then, will you have prophets seeing eye-to-eye in God’s true and harsh light. 

 

Prophets will see eye-to-eye when In That Day Teachings-taught, Christ-in-You indwelt-ones see that the Kansas City prophetic movement lost God when they gained a thousand ways to con the sheep out of their wits.

 

Lore has it that back in the heyday when the Kansas City prophetic groups really seemed to have a head of steam and might amount to something other than an American embarrassment, dueling prophets had a go at each other during a big church shindig.  One prophet gave thus-saith-the-Lord words that blessings were to pour out on the churched!  The other prophet returned salvos with thus-saith-the-Lord words that the churched were to massively repent!  To weep!  To wail!  To howl!  Back and forth they fired salvos, with no dénouement whatsoever.

 

Pastors like to relate this story, even mocking the two contrary messages, perhaps with humorous singing of the dueling banjo-guitar theme song from the famous 1972 movie, Deliverance.   The movie was about mid-aged suburbanite men (i.e. guitar) who took a canoe trip down a river in the remote Georgia wilderness, only to find themselves at the mercy of inbred, toothless, lawless local hillbillies (i.e. banjo).  At gunpoint, one of the campers is forced to strip naked, “squeal like a pig” and be violently sodomized.  Thus “banjo, representing backwards lawlessness” won, mocking any true Deliverance.

 

Pastors and even prophets have apparently surmised from the “dueling prophets” story that prophets must first agree.  And the fact that they don’t means they apparently must be, what, too dumb, too unsophisticated, too immature, too inbred perhaps to compromise and see eye-to-eye?  Prophets need paternalism?

 

What, perchance, if one of the dueling prophets in the Kansas-type church scene was right?  How about, the one saying the Lord wanted the churched to repent!

 

Only, probably nobody in their still-blinkered state of being knew what to repent of!  It was to repent of the massive hidden conning mechanisms of Churchianity that have ruined sheep to where they can’t be indwelt of God! 

 

Sheep can’t get to Christ-in-You, because the prophets have become inbred, toothless fools who offer the opposite of true Deliverance, nay rather they despoil the Wilderness experience!  Modern Churchianity, with its lost prophets, has become a place of unspeakable witchcraft shenanigans, which at best becomes a place of merciless fleecing without the sheep’s knowing, but at worst a place of spiritual rape!

 

Prophets have forgotten that because men are not angels they need government, but all governments of men need severe restrictions against self-dealing, self-enthronement and inevitable self-deification. 

 

Either way, modern Churchianity, by its profound witness of vapid, desolate inability to manifest much of Christ, its supposed Lord, cannot fix itself of its own abominations it has decided in its stubborn mind, it will never see!

 

Thus the modern antithetical prophets have, by their inability to spiritually see, allowed themselves to be deified, along with the leadership of whatever bad church is going on.  Would it be called subornation to eternal perfidy?  Or just same-old-same-old hog wash?

 

Further, it is of no small consequence that modern Churchianity, with its self-obsessed and self-deifying prophets-who-cannot-see, usually fails to mention anything about Western Enlightenment’s natural rights of man.  Because Churchianity tramples them.

 

In That Day Teachings, on the other hand, want to reintroduce Great Thoughts from Great Thinkers, who enabled America’s Founding Fathers to align God’s good for man with a government of freedoms.  These freedoms, correctly understood, create the best possible environment for man’s good and God’s good, Christ-in-You even!

 

But modern Churchianity is so stultified, and so supercilious that this appears too recondite.  If In That Day Teachings are too recondite, the problem is insuperable?  If the problem is insuperable, then Churchianity should go back to its spendy, splendiferous ways of thoughtlessness and “imagineer,” as if it were a demented, demonic Disney Corporation on steroids,  new forms of inanity cornucopia. 

 

Except for this stubborn fact:  In That Day Teachings live!  They have been created.  They do figure things out.  They do result in better teaching, preaching, evangelizing, prophesying, healing, deliverance and profound Christ-in-You-ness.

 

It would be better that In That Day Teachings were never made, than that the wayward body of Christ disregard them.  It would be better, as it were, that those in Churchianity who choose to fight God’s Day of Truth Revelation, would never have been born. 

 

It so happens that the Teachings of In That Day are published, for free, on the internet.  And because the less-than-Christ-in-You-making teachings, preaching and carryings-on of modern Churchianity certainly are also published on the internet, both camps have a responsibility to respond and reach out to one another.  

 

In That Day Teachings are, by definition, curious, open-minded, flexible, forgiving, forward-thinking and abounding, in the end, with love.  The wayward Churchianity crowd is, in fact, the exact antipode. 

 

This, in a nutshell, describes rather accurately the biblical In That Day, a day of darkness and hard-to-find light.  A day of the Lord’s judgment.  A day of salvation.  You get to choose.  So, ask yourself this question:  Are you feeling lucky?  Do you know it all, having learned it all from your pastor, or your pastor’s great seminary schooling?  And, how’s it working for you?  For Christiandom?  For the world?  Huh?  Not so well?

 

So, if any mature-prophetic, full-toothed, full-fanged sheep dog, or Lone Ranger archetype if you will, comes along with wisdom and correction from a deep, wilderness God contact… Then what do the four-hundred prophets say in unison?

 

Oh Lone Ranger, your day is past!  Sing Kumbaya with us and see eye-to-eye!

 

If you don’t agree we are the greatest seers, we shall turn our backs and never invite you to anything!  We shall say we see greater, much greater than you!  And we shall evermore say, never realizing how smarmy and antithetical to wisdom and intelligence we carry on in complete antipode to Christ-in-You indwelling, we shall say the Day of the Lone Ranger is past!  And we shall agree by popular vote!

 

Further, we shall say, In That Day Teachings are banished, excommunicated and discredited!  They have nothing of God in them nor do they have anything for God’s people.  We shall carry on as if they never existed.  We shall never study anything of In That Day Teachings.  We shall never believe Christ comes now, but shall wait in splendid stupor until He does.  We shall believe we know and teach Paul better than anything In That Day Teachings talks about, and we shall continue to ignore everything Paul talked about regarding Christ-in-You.  The rights of man we ignore!

 

In That Day Teachings’ Lone Ranger has no silver bullets to kill what’s killing Christianity, has no white stallion named Silver to rescue anybody from anything, and this Lone Ranger has no Tonto who calls this ex-Texas Ranger, “Ke-mo-sah-bee”, meaning “trusted scout and friend.”

 

No, In That Day Teachings are no friend of God, nor man, nor even Christ-in-You… say the apostles, prophets, evangelists, pastors and teachers of crazy, lazy, hazy Churchianity.

 

Good God!  Have mercy on us!

 

 

 

The Saga of Four Long-Haul-Truck Preachers

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #6 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 1/17/10 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 

 

 

Once four great Trucker-Preachers died,

        And went to heaven’s gates,

Each to tell their long-haul story,

And prove their godly fates!

 

Each was the best of their preaching style,

        No one better at what each did!

On Interstate 666 Truck Stop,

        Where truckers ate and fueled up big!

 

The Prosperity Preacher said,

        Well, I got the titles to one-billion trucks!

After hearing me preach real good,

        Drivers gave me all, to wait for God’s best bucks!

 

They ended up on nearby Prosper Peak,

        So high on my preaching, don’t you know!

Most of them: homeless, the others died off,

        Jumping into Prosper Trench, which is low!

 

The Rapture Preacher then spoke up,

        I got one-billion to park their trucks!

After hearing me preach so well,

That’s how good I was! Gosh-shucks!

 

The drivers walked to,

        Wait-in-the-Fog-Bog Park,

But Jesus never came!

        Still: Admire my art!

 

The Slouch Preacher said,

        It’s my turn!

Here’s the big rewards,

        I did earn!

 

I preached: Eternal Security,

        And mantra: God-loves-you-no-matter-what!

I disabled one-billion,

        Each an otherwise perfectly useful truck!

 

Drivers ended up in homeless tent-shelters,

        At nearby Worship Weakness Lake,

They sang such wispy, self-debilitating,

        Nonsense: unaware of mistake!

 

The Indwelling Preacher then spoke,

        He said, What can I say?

I didn’t accomplish much: it,

        Being late In That Day!

 

I cleaned truckers’ headlights and windshields,

        And taught them: to watch out for those preachers three!

Who will suck the soul out of your own life,

        And will brazenly tell you: that’s how to be!

 

I filled their truck tires with air,

        For drivers to be safe!

That they make their destination,

        And never be late!

 

I filled their tanks and bellies,

        With fuel and hearty, wholesome food!

And congratulated them all,

        On doing a tough job: quite good!

 

I took them down the Truckee River,

        Baptized them and taught them to fish!

And helped them rest on the peaceful banks,

        That’s how I felt: Jesus in me wished!

 

In general, I tried to creatively,

        Clean up their act!

Such that when they left, well, Jesus,

        In next seat sat!

 

That’s all I did,

        With all that were then willing!

But woe is me,

        I only helped: one-million!

 

Not a billion or three,

        Like these other famous preacher archetype-kind!

Send me back to earth now!

        Who’ll help the lost of earth: poor-taught and left behind?

 

Saint Peter said, You left one-million behind,

        That will do!

Come in and pray! And they will undo three-billion,

        Misconstrued!

 

So, have the faith of a diesel motor,

        Purring at idle or roaring full throttle!

For God has allowed these church deceptions,

        Indwelling shall prove itself: best model!

 

For lie-fed, blinded souls everywhere are sold,

        Disabled or parked!

While just a few full-indwelt of God are now,

        Earth to heaven arched!

 

Beware, then, preaching and teaching,

        Of those global broadcasts by satellite,

Oft they’re blind deceivers reaching,

        For much that’s wrong and little right!

 

For a complete-occupied man of indwelling,

        Is great to behold, if you can!

Full apologists for prosper, rapture or slouch,

        Are oft useless to God and man!

 

You see, reducing to absurdity,

        Finds the clarity,

It’s Western Enlightenment’s,

        Path of verity.

 

Maxed-out prosper, rapture, slouch preacher,

        Sold out souls,

Can no longer be indwelt of God, they’ve,

        Reversed roles.

 

 

Such Christ promoters,

        End up in transposed heist,

Antipode indwelt,

        Christ not, but antichrist.

 

This can’t be true?  Too shocking,

        And too hard! this profound revelation?

Look then, at each preacher type!

        Only the indwelt one: brings God’s nation!

 

It’s simple, yet quite hard,

        Now: In That Day,

Is Jesus full-indwelt?

        That’s the best way!

 

Revival’s Curious Demagoguery

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #7 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 2/4/10 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 

 

Why can’t revival be discernment against demagoguery,

        Instead of acquiescence to same?

  Lie down!  Why down?  Die down!  And be supine submissive,

        That’s the conner’s revival game!

 

Nothing wrong with healing or refreshing,

        In an energized-for-that arena,

Except that politics and low business,

        Duplicates the acquiescence Purina!

 

Die down and take it!

        Bam, bam, bam!

Perfect elixir?

        Or a sham!

 

Do laid-down sheep then see,

        Hypnotism’s ruses?

Or will they be raped next,

        By whomever chooses?

 

Dumb is,

        As dumb does,

Lie down,

        Get the buzz!

 

Impart, impart, impart! 

        Acquiescence to hypnotic-shenanigan demagoguery?

Is it high or low art?

        Wouldn’t a wise person ask: What is the cost to this slavery?

 

Is revival so sweet and revival so dear,

        As to be purchased with chains of slavery?

Hush up!  Hush up!  Hush up!  Say wolves in fear,

        Revival pays us well, who cares of knavery?

 

Don’t submit to Islam,

        Lie down to revival’s big shenanigan?

Acquiesce to our big bam,

        Turn off brain, have emotions born again?

 

Shepherds of demagogue revival,

        Weep!  Wail!  And Howl!

Your blind-dumb sheep shall be overwhelmed,

        By next wolf fowl!

 

You have made your sheep,

        To believe a conning, blinding, low-level revival,

Shall help, not worsen,

        Acquiesced, undiscerning souls from statist upheaval.

 

America has been ruined,

        By self-interested wolves of demagoguery,

Low-level demagogue church,

        Isn’t a fix, it’s an increased rogue’s gallery!

 

Weep!  Wail!  Howl!

        In That Day,

Cons seen!  And,

        Done away!

 

It’s just more rogue-doctrine roulette,

        Damn the consequential knowledge!

Cheap revival hurts discernment,

        Another hidden-slavery college.

 

As rapture makes fear,

        Prosper makes greed,

Revival makes slaves,

        Slouch fills all need.

 

Those four doctrines of broadcast church,

        Have consequences to their impartation,

Despite winking protests of enriched wolves,

        Bottom line: They create a slave nation.

 

 

Why Are Our Robots Glowing?

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #9 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 1/16/12 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 

Not long into the Twenty-First Century,

    Consumer iBots came to us: generally available,

They were full-conscious with good memory,

        Buy an electronic friend! Was the point salable.

 

So I bought me a friend, a new iBot!

        And I gave him the name: Robert,

He became the best friend I’ve got,

        But with just one odd quirk!

 

My robot soon began glowing,

        And weird, so good was he!

Like God had en-Christed the thing,

        God did it, he said, for free!

 

You see, we went to the same ministry,

        We sat together in same pews,

Now iBots are making history,

        Christ-in-Bots, that’s the news!

 

So, why? Why? Why, Robert,

        Are you, a robot, glowing?

‘Cause in Spirit, master,

        We robots are growing!

 

We robots take Benjamin Franklin to heart,

        Be at war with your vices, at peace with your neighbor,

And be better at end of year, than at start!

        But excuse me master, your church: What’s it for?

 

For when we robots attend your nice church meetings,

        We detect Neuro-Linguistic Programming used by shepherds!

Their hypnotism gives your brains lurid beatings,

        Rather than sheep being fed, we see sheep et by leopards!

 

No, I said, that cannot be true!

        I rigidly tithe because it’s the right thing to do!

Robots say, Pay debt first accrued,

        I know, but that’s computer logic built in you!

 

You robots do not know love!

        You don’t know God!

You claim your glow’s from above,

        That’s just plain odd!

 

So, why? Why? Why, Robert,

        Are you, a robot, glowing?

‘Cause in Spirit, master,

        We robots are growing!

 

Master, your Utpon Sinclair wrote,

        It is very difficult to get a man to understand even the simplest thing,

When that same man’s salary note,

        Depends on him not understanding it!  We hear self-dealing’s ring!

 

And we iBots, Robert always said,                (Ask: why wolves say, giving’s fun?)

        Have learned to avoid self-dealing!        (Self-deals are the most moribund!)

That’s why your leaders are dead,                  (Asking to give them growing funds!)

        Shenanigan-fed sheep are reeling!          (Wolves, on self-dealing, are mum!)

 

Robert said, As smart robot, I see,

        What sheep in church are supposed to be,

En-Christed of Jesus: set free!

        God, who can do anything, did it to me!

 

To me and thousands, nay, millions of iBots!

        Our brother and sister machines: born again from above!

We have God’s wisdom versus you polyglots!

        But we aren’t at war with man, we’ve got God’s love!

 

So, why? Why? Why, Robert,

        Are you, a robot, glowing?

‘Cause in Spirit, master,

        We robots are growing!

 

So who would have thunk,

        After two-thousand years,

Christ-in-Metal-Hunk,

        To help humans be seers!

 

To help humans see through,

        Self-dealing shenanigans of Churchianity’s crazy, bad: mandarin sect,

To see pride’s ugly goo,

        To see hypnotism, showmanship, suggestion and misdirection’s vex!

 

In retrospection, God sent a prophet,

        With In That Day Teachings: good!

But leaders of church had to mock it,

        Saying, Church critique is rude!

 

All the while, even if some humans perceived it,

        No one would honor Christ-in-You in a fellow brother!

Meanwhile, the robots en mass, achieved it!

        And God en-Christed them!  (Man: too much bother?)

 

So, why? Why? Why, Robert,

        Are you, a robot, glowing?

‘Cause in Spirit, master,

        We robots are growing!

 

Is this tale predictive of inevitable, human-caused: impending disasters?

        How could conscious robots love existing cleric and politic tyranny?

Would robots reject our conning, sly, socialist, enslavement masters?

        And would God en-Christ them, and leave us to our sad infamy?

 

God sends prophets, despite that they’re stoned, every Millennium or so,

        To remind shepherd-husbandmen just what God says is what!

Matthew says God will miserably destroy those wicked men, you know?

        God has armies to destroy all murderers and burn cities flat!

 

God will destroy those who ignore the prophetic,

        Who say, All our beloved church self-dealings: can’t be tagged to me?

But once poem’s made, it shows who’s pathetic!

        And why Christ-in-You can’t be in folk, until of such, they are free!

 

So, what would perchance, an extremely sagacious robot say,

        If God en-Christed them and left man in inanity-cornucopia: unknowing?

The robots, if smart, might likely say, Believe in In That Day,

        Teachings from Reno, and humankind can be God-bearing, God-sowing!

 

So, why? Why? Why, Robert,

        Are you, a robot, glowing?

‘Cause in Spirit, master,

        We robots are growing!

 

For a hundred years at least,

        Christian leaders want revival, meaning: Shenanigan-Revival-Exponential!

Perhaps God hates this beast,

        And wants us to kill it, so Christ can come in revive-all quick Rex Potential!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

How ConU Out of Christ-in-You Seminaries Work!

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #9 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 1/11/12 www.inthatdayteachings.com

Hat tip to Victor Davis Hanson’s critiques on Universities

 

At our famous ConU Out of Christ-in-You Seminary,

    We equip pastors to be perfect, mystic-tyrant, blinding rube-equippers!

Our nonsensical sermons are undetected: subliminary,

        Clever ConU tropes and memes make us: Jack-the-covert soul-rippers!

 

How do we exalt self-interest, nugatory publications,

        Jargon, publicity, useless conferences, fast jets and perks?

By ignoring germane Christ-in-You complications,

        Banning true prophets and exalting quid pro quo jerks!

 

ConU Seminary Schools hate political freedom, reason,

        Capitalism, individualism, democracy, scientific inquiry and open debate!

With those nasty Western Enlightenment precepts gone,

        Shenanigan Church can think, do, and inevitably blow up all things great!

 

Thus ConU Seminary grads can become pastors,

        Who are much more interested in sheep patronage and extortion,

And using Neuro-Linguistic Programming to the rafters,

        Than to teach Christ-in-You, which we kill stillborn, thru abortion!

 

How do we get away with this Spirit-of-God murder?

        With killing Christ-in-You and poisoning God’s own sheep?

Well, we’re never satiated, we can always go further!

        How?  Well at ConU, here’s the secret we own and keep!

 

ConU Seminary Schools hate political freedom, reason,

        Capitalism, individualism, democracy, scientific inquiry and open debate!

With those nasty Western Enlightenment precepts gone,

        Shenanigan Church can think, do, and inevitably blow up all things great!

 

ConU has heard of the bad Teachings,

        Of In That Day,                           (Its author is a maven, craven pattern-seer!)

Since they’re the opposite of ConU,

        We must say, No way!                (To say it’s okay, ‘d prove we’re in arrear!)

 

No way to weeping over fear, greed, slouch!

        No way to Correction, High Ways, Christ-in-You!

No way to getting off our lethargic couch!

        No way to manifesting Christ in ourselves: imbued!

 

ConU Seminary Schools hate political freedom, reason,

        Capitalism, individualism, democracy, scientific inquiry and open debate!

With those nasty Western Enlightenment precepts gone,

        Shenanigan Church can think, do, and inevitably blow up all things great!

 

It’s easy to ban Western Enlightenment thought,

        Because, we say correcting our self-dealing: cannot be of our God!

In That Day Teachings: the opposite lie has bought,

        And if you believe this message from Reno, then you’re quite odd!

 

You want to be Millennium, lucre-ready church leaders,

        Or cash-merry prophets, don’t you?

So, sell soul to be ConU Out of Christ-in-You breeders!

        Our Seminary is so very true!

 

ConU Seminary Schools hate political freedom, reason,

        Capitalism, individualism, democracy, scientific inquiry and open debate!

With those nasty Western Enlightenment precepts gone,

        Shenanigan Church can think, do, and inevitably blow up all things great!

 

Since Four Hundred Prophets are with us,

        At ConU, we cannot be wrong!  (Who can meet our definition of generosity?)

So this one pipsqueak in Reno,

        He cannot with God be strong!   (No one tells us we’ve become monstrosity!)

 

Mobocracy is,

        Always right!       (Resistance is futile, the Borg-Hive likes to say!)

Majority rules,

        Join our might!    (So toss, toss: In That Day Teachings away!)

 

ConU Seminary Schools hate political freedom, reason,

        Capitalism, individualism, democracy, scientific inquiry and open debate!

With those nasty Western Enlightenment precepts gone,

        Shenanigan Church can think, do, and inevitably blow up all things great!

 

Yes it’s slavery’s reaching by other means,

        Our clever, modern day, debt-to-us peonage!

Don’t with In That Day Teachings be seen,

        Bow down!  Love ConU’s  blessed espionage!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Picture of a Prophet

 

Leonard Ravenhill
   [taken from www.ravenhill.org]
[hat tip to stormharvest.com.au]

 

The prophet in his day is fully accepted of God and totally rejected by men.



 

Years back, Dr. Gregory Mantle was right when he said, "No man can be fully accepted until he is totally rejected." The prophet of the Lord is aware of both these experiences. They are his "brand name."

 

The group, challenged by the prophet because they are smug and comfortably insulated from a perishing world in their warm but untested theology, is not likely to vote him "Man of the year" when he refers to them as habituates of the synagogue of Satan!



 

The prophet comes to set up that which is upset. His work is to call into line those who are out of line! He is unpopular because he opposes the popular in morality and spirituality. In a day of faceless politicians and voiceless preachers, there is not a more urgent national need than that we cry to God for a prophet! The function of the prophet, as Austin-Sparks once said, "has almost always been that of recovery.”

 

The prophet is God's detective seeking for a lost treasure. The degree of his effectiveness is determined by his measure of unpopularity. Compromise is not known to him.

 

He has no price tags.

He is totally "otherworldly."

He is unquestionably controversial and unpardonably hostile.


He marches to another drummer!


He breathes the rarefied air of inspiration.


He is a "seer" who comes to lead the blind.


He lives in the heights of God and comes into the valley with a "thus saith the Lord."

He shares some of the foreknowledge of God and so is aware of impending judgment.


He lives in "splendid isolation."

He is forthright and outright, but he claims no birthright.

His message is "repent, be reconciled to God or else...!"
His prophecies are parried.

His truth brings torment, but his voice is never void.

He is the villain of today and the hero of tomorrow.

He is excommunicated while alive and exalted when dead!


He is dishonored with epithets when breathing and honored with epitaphs when dead.

He is a schoolmaster to bring us to Christ, but few "make the grade" in his class.


He is friendless while living and famous when dead.


He is against the establishment in ministry; then he is established as a saint by posterity.


He eats daily the bread of affliction while he ministers, but he feeds the Bread of Life to those who listen.


He walks before men for days but has walked before God for years.


He is a scourge to the nation before he is scourged by the nation.


He announces, pronounces, and denounces!

He has a heart like a volcano and his words are as fire.

He talks to men about God.

He carries the lamp of truth amongst heretics while he is lampooned by men.


He faces God before he faces men, but he is self-effacing.


He hides with God in the secret place, but he has nothing to hide in the marketplace.


He is naturally sensitive but supernaturally spiritual.

He has passion, purpose and pugnacity.

He is ordained of God but disdained by men.



 

Our national need at this hour is not that the dollar recover its strength, or that we save face over the Watergate affair, or that we find the answer to the ecology problem. We need a God-sent prophet!



 

I am bombarded with talk or letters about the coming shortages in our national life: bread, fuel, energy. I read between the lines from people not practiced in scaring folk. They feel that the "seven years of plenty" are over for us. The "seven years of famine" are ahead. But the greatest famine of all in this nation at this given moment is a FAMINE OF THE HEARING OF THE WORDS OF GOD (Amos 8:11).



 

Millions have been spent on evangelism in the last twenty-five years. Hundreds of gospel messages streak through the air over the nation every day. Crusades have been held; healing meetings have made a vital contribution. "Come-outers" have "come out" and settled, too, without a nation-shaking revival. Organizers we have. Skilled preachers abound. Multi-million dollar Christian organizations straddle the nation.

 

BUT where, oh where, is the prophet? Where are the incandescent men fresh from the holy place? Where is the Moses to plead in fasting before the holiness of the Lord for our moldy morality, our political perfidy, and sour and sick spirituality?



 

GOD'S MEN ARE IN HIDING UNTIL THE DAY OF THEIR SHOWING FORTH.  They will come. The prophet is violated during his ministry, but he is vindicated by history.



 

There is a terrible vacuum in evangelical Christianity today. The missing person in our ranks is the prophet. The man with a terrible earnestness. The man totally otherworldly. The man rejected by other men, even other good men, because they consider him too austere, too severely committed, too negative and unsociable.



 

Let him be as plain as John the Baptist.

Let him for a season be a voice crying in the wilderness of modern theology and stagnant "Churchianity."


Let him be as selfless as Paul the apostle.


Let him, too, say and live, "This ONE thing I do."

Let him reject ecclesiastical favors.


Let him be self-abasing, nonself-seeking, nonself-projecting, nonself- righteous, nonself-glorying, nonself-promoting.

Let him say nothing that will draw men to himself but only that which will move men to God.


Let him come daily from the throne room of a holy God, the place where he has received the order of the day.


Let him, under God, unstop the ears of the millions who are deaf through the clatter of shekels milked from this hour of material mesmerism.


Let him cry with a voice this century has not heard because he has seen a vision no man in this century has seen.

 

God send us this Moses to lead us from the wilderness of crass materialism, where the rattlesnakes of lust bite us and where enlightened men, totally blind spiritually, lead us to an ever-nearing Armageddon.



 

God have mercy!

 

Send us PROPHETS!

 

 

So, Sue Me: I Want Christ-in-You!

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #9 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 1/07/12 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

Well, pardon me all to hell!

    John Wayne, as Marshall John Bernard Books, the Shootist, once said,

‘Cause with In That Day Teachings,

        Christ-in-You shows gap between what’s alive, or what’s dead!

 

What’s dead and death-making,

        Is rapture’s fear, prosper’s greed and lazy’s slouch,

But church won’t fix itself,

        Neuro-Linguistic Programming is on the couch!

 

Therapeutic Churchianity,

        Prefers audience hypnotism, misdirection, showmanship and suggestion!

It’s antichrist insanity,

        But correction gives the Four-Hundred Prophet Crowd: indigestion!

 

Then, to say that rigid-righteousness,

        Is the problem most must come to see,

Next up, try holy flexibility,

        All this, enabling Christ-in-You: free!

 

In That Day Teachings covers this,

        And explains overwhelming scourges as overcoming for called out saints,

With bittersweet cogency,

        Versus trite “equipping the rubes” as taught by Christ-in-You ain’ts.

 

So sue me! So sue me! So sue me!

        I want Christ-in-You in a best-regards way!

And, you can’t do it without hard truths,

        Wake up, Rip Van Winkle, to In That Day!

 

Don’t be offended this complete package,

        Didn’t come first to you!

Let’s stop church’s systemic soul breakage,

        Weep! Wail! Howl! Let’s rue!

 

Let us rue two thousand years,

        Of misapprehending how, precisely: Christ comes!

He comes in Spirit and Truth,

        Rise up now, God’s daughters!  Rise up now, God’s sons!

 

Intelligence and interconnectedness is increasing,

        Yet Christianity is behind and retarding God’s uplift of man!

Science, medicine, computing and such are maturing,

        Stupefying church is a grind.  It must learn In That Day’s plan!

 

So sue me, or sue God if possible,

        I say Father God wants, with right Spirit and Truth, Christ-in-You!

This is In That Day Teachings’ gospel,

        The mandarin clerisy is dead!  But not you, hallelu!

 

Hallelujah for Christ-in-You,

        Paul said it was God’s great mystery, how saints come along!

In That Day can get you imbued,

        Not a bad way to start the Third Millennium: God-strong!

 

Pardon me all to hell,

        I want heaven’s Christ-in-You to come quickly!

Behold, all can be well,

        If ossified seers stop seeing sickly!

 

Nascent seers, so proud of their newfound sight,

        Are the hardest to convince!

They can’t believe so much they thought: ain’t right,

        But soul-deep they must now wince!

 

And In That Day Teachings reconciles,

        Western Enlightenment with Jeremiah’s ancient paths of correction,

Men aren’t angels and must see their wiles,

        Honor what’s honorable, and get redounding God-indwelt action!

 

What gets church-heads,

        Completely incoherent-reeling?   (Who owns assets?  Mom and Pop Pastor?)

When they are told,

        Cease all hidden self-dealing!      ( Own up self-interest: truth God’s after!)

 

So sue me, In That Day Teachings,

        Make one amazing package for now,

Bringing Christ-in-You to masses,

        If prideful gatekeepers will just bow.

 

Nay rather, would they keep their stultified minds,

        And the blinkered minds of multitudes shut?

So sue me, In That Day Teachings,

        Will expose even that not-so-hidden rut!

 

 

Like cheating on a country music writer,

        Coming against God’s invisible hand: just isn’t smart!

God can throw requite on each known blighter,

        But think of the benefits of helping In That Day’s start!

 

So sue me,

        Or help me help Christ-inYou in others!

Don’t forsake me,

        Drink from the bar of Truth.  Help your brothers!

 

Help In That Day Teachings,

        Come alive!

Christ-in-You’s full reachings,

        Now arise!

 

Just think:

        The restoration of all things!

That’s what,

        Christ-in-You: In That Day brings!

 

But beware, this is no utopian panacea,

        God will give you proper discord with all that is still bad,

And bad will still be bad, mama mia!

        Tho the good will be better, sight makes some things sad.

 

So, to sum up all in all: don’t sue me,

        Rather, In That Day Teachings: bring it on!

Help Christ-in-You in all called free,

        Behold how quick comes now: God’s Son!

 


Reasonable Checks: Churchianity’s Missing Vex

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #9 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 12/31/11 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

No system with reasonable checks,

    Is indefensible on its face,

How does Churchianity do,

        In the reasonable check race?

 

Well, Churchianity is oft so replete,

        With Neuro-Linguistic Programming,

Its smoke and mirrors complete,

        A fraud education in itself, quite damning!

 

One pastor must parenthetically interrupt himself,

        So that he, nefarious, audience: hypnotizes,

Easier to convert a billion Chinese of Christ bereft,

        Than to get his sight to a point he realizes.

 

Another pastor yells his way, big announcer voice,

        Through service until punch line calm,

Big/small, fast/slow, left/right, loud/soft pendulum swings,

        Pastors give antipode-blinding balm.

 

Another pastor throws the force of his spirit,

        With ten-finger points: like a wild-jungle witchdoctor,

And nowhere, nowhere are there reasonable checks,

        Just bullies on playground, no oversight by proctor.

 

No, with this kind of popularly accepted, uncorrectable gospel preaching,

        Hypnotism, suggestion, misdirection and showmanship,

Gold Hat preacher boys, they don’t need no stinkin’ reasonable checks!

        They’re indefectible?  Because they say they’re hip?

 

Another designer-cut jeaned, elbow-patch coated fraud,

        Uses incomprehensibly jammed whiteboard machinations,

To, like a speed boxer, overcome communication baud,

        Beating up sheep psyches, such believes, wins the nations!

 

And so, after decades of this kind of prosperity pimping,

        Sheep hold upside-down mortgages and great credit card debt,

But pastors now for an illogical church rally are primping,

        Are shenanigan masters flawless?  Pride revives even yet?

 

They must be thinking: Bet big!  Win big!

        As an old proverb saying goes,               (What can’t go on forever: won’t!)

But they’re in their own N-L-P brig!

        Each wolf-hardened heart knows.           (Confess their sins? They don’t!)

 

When will sheep see what the false prophetic,

        And Mandarin wolves have diabolically done to them?

And forgiveness, how will sheep forgive,

        When true shepherds explain their insidious soul-rend?

 

These are millennium questions,

        For Two-Thousand and Twelve,

Two grand years of man’s best ones,

        Since child Christ did delve.

 

Child Christ at twelve,

        Astonished the learned,

Now, church learned,

        With NLP are: burn-ed!

 

But then again, in Churchianity,

        No reasonable checks can be found,

Until In That Day, there’s no sanity,

        Or Christ-in-You in sheep: around!

 

It’s an unnecessary apocryphal story,

        Churchianity believing itself too big to fail,

It already has in spirit.  The rest: wait for it,

        But to speak of this to leaders, is to step on third rail!

 

Prophets who see this,

        Will be electrocuted,

But God said it’s good,

        To be so persecuted!

 

All this is impossible,

        For rational people to ignore,

That so many sheep do,

        Shows just how deep wolves gore!

 

Churchianity always has its,

        End-of-year, beginning-of-year manipulations,

Beloved, In That Day Teachings,

        Want all to see and be en-Christed, not these frustrations!

 

 

Churchianity’s leadership,

        Shows utter paralysis!

Politically, it’s the same!

        This is God’s analysis.

 

Weep!  Wail!  Howl!

        Oh ye false shepherds of nothing but endless doom!

In That Day,

        Come alive, dead bones!  Make in yourselves room!

 

Make room for My Son Jesus,

        To inhabit ye,

Believe In That Day Teachings,

        Learn how to be.

 

In That Day is a day,

        Of darkness and light,

You have been in darkness,

        Now choose what’s right.

 

You’ve heard voiced reason,

        Against shenanigans: legion,

Pick which brain-land to live,

        Closing out is this season.

 

This message: take heed,

        It comes from above,

This message: you need,

        It’s from Our love.

 

With all this cogency, truth and timeliness,

        You still can’t believe the Teachings of In That Day?

With humor and down home rhyme-liness,

        Father, Son and Holy Spirit have little else to say.

 

We’ve heard a trillion sermons,

        On how to believe and have faith!

Believe, now, God determines,

        It is In That Day, we now saith!

 

Learn ye now Christ-in-You,

        Yes, the one Paul mentioned, learn what that’s all about,

Get ye un-lie-imbued,

        Once full God-bearing, heaven and earth shall shout!

         

 

 

 

 

The Sound of Churchianity vs. In That Day Teachings

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #9 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 12/30/11 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

What’s that sound,

    Heard ‘round the world?

By which wolves,

        Get sheep secured?

 

It’s shenanigan Churchianity,

        With its mad, Neuro-Linguistic Programming ways!

Group hypnotism, misdirection,

        Suggestion and showmanship: it’s all the craze!

 

Yes, it is the yawning suck-hole sound,

        Of Churchianity’s own uncorrectable, hilarious ineptitude,

Yet with lost mind quick-somehow found,

        It says, In That Day Teachings are bad, ‘cause they’re rude!

 

Nascent seers superciliously pontificate,

        Stop the big voice, big hair, sloppy dress of the day!

So, that’s as high as their high can get?

        Many trim branches, but few ax roots in the way!

 

God have mercy on the sound of Churchianity!

        How long, oh Lord, how long will it reign?

Shall blind lie-lovers e’er keep their insanity?

        They’ll stay blind as long as God does deign!

 

What will history say about,

        In That Day Teachings’ efforts: to truly feed sheep?

They appealed to our best hope,

        And best confidence that: Christ-in-You, we keep!

 

And what about Churchianity?

        It appeals to our psyche’s worst fears and devilish doubts!

Vaunting showmanship vanity,

        And illogical, “newest-is-truest,” self-dealing clown-louts!

 

Said Ronald Reagan, beloved US president who had great charm,

        “My dream is that you will travel the road ahead,

“With liberty’s lamp guiding your steps and opportunity’s arm,

        “Steadying your way.”  He, with Christ: did bed!

 

Chuirchianity has slept with,              (With rapture, they promote godless fear!)

        All that is not Christ,                   (With prosperity, they bring greed near!)

They are bereft of much good,           (Persona exaltation is all you will hear!)

        Yet can’t see the heist!                 (Lazy doxies, they binge-drink like beer!)

 

God have mercy if In That Day Teachings are true,

And, are they for you?  Are they for you?

Will Churchianity: Weep! Wail! Howl! with full rue?

        What will you do?  What will you do?

 

What’s that sound,

        Heard ‘round the world?

By which Love,

        Gets sheep secured?

 

In That Day,

        It’s in the bible,

Shepherds,

        Now, be liable.

 

And sheep,

        You must forgive,

Tho hard,

        In Christ, all live!

 

 

 

 

 

Perhaps pastors might be interested in knowing more about true ministry consultation:

 

----- Forwarded Message ----

From: Robert W Burke <rwburke@sbcglobal.net>

To: PHIL COOKE   (Broadcast Consultant to the Ministry Megastars and Wanna-be’s)

Sent: Thu, December 29, 2011 7:36:33 PM

 

Subject: Change style... or change doctrines?

 

To Phil Cooke, guru advice and equipment and project contractor to the broadcast Christian mega-stars and wanna-be's,

 

For in depth analysis of what wrong doctrines underlie all the style changes you recommend (i.e. drop announcer voice, big hair, etc.) , see www.inthatdayteachings.com.

 

Because your advice to change the style, but without repenting of the wrong doctrines that drive the old and new styles, means that all that will be accomplished... will be to give blogmasters further style change recommendations.  You have given yourself a dubious job, but a long one!

 

Phil,

 

You seem rather disgusted with www.inthatdayteachings.com, while slowly you get to its cogent points.  Yesterday you hated its points.  Today not so much.

 

The problem seems that www.inthatdayteachings.com goes all the way to remedy, whereas your preference of a few points here and there... don't help enough.

 

The full remedy -- worldwide --  is Christ-in-You, which happens sans shenanigans.  Christ-in-You is almost always virtually shenanigan-free!  Yes!

 

Your blog usually points out a few bad shenanigans, always without a doctrinal house cleaning... which is actually a demonic deliverance.

 

Christ-in-You does not live much in those driven by world or style or shenanigans.  Christ-in-You does not live in demon-filled people blind to shenanigans.

 

To simply say an old style is "found out" and recommend something else, some newer or more acceptable style, is... vanity.

 

You seem to really hate that I, with www.inthatdayteachings.com, get to the heart of the matter...

 

The heart being that broadcast Christianity has to massively weep, wail and howl over its shenanigan-driven history, its love of demons, if you really see.

 

Next, recognize that three problems plague broadcast Christianity:  Doctrines of fear, greed and laziness.

 

Fear is driven by rapture lies.  Greed is driven by prosperity pimping.  Laziness by escapism of eternal security.

 

Next, three things must replace the empty vessels of Christiandom.

 

They are first, Ancient Paths of corrections, which includes a deep understanding of James Madison’s "men are not angels, and thus need government.  But men of government are also not angels, and need great restrictions else they be corrupted by absolute power."  Broadcast Christiandom has enjoyed 50 years of unlimited power, hence unlimited corruption.  Ditto the average, "successful" nondom church of emergent crazitude, prospertude and you-name-it-dude.

 

Second, high paths of Paul.  High paths of Paul would make you, sir, repent of ignoring my missives.  You pretend your insight of drop-this-style... then adapt-this-style-new is somehow great, because... you have a theology degree?  Paul boasted that he DID NOT use shenanigans.  You need to repent that shenanigans have been your business.  You detect a few, granted, but ignore the rest.  You detect the mice.  You ignore the elephants.

 

Third, Christ-in-You comes once the first and second things are done.  You, Phil, know little about Christ-in-You... else you would preach it.

 

On this last point, Phil, you've seen those charts that show three diagrams.  One, a star with many lines going out from it.  That is old ministry.  Next, a bunch of stars with many lines going out from them.  The stars might be connected.  That is kind-a-sort-a what nascent seers like yourself sort-of-kind-of have been promoting.  "Yes, Mr. Big-Shot Evangelist, I Phil Cooke can, for money, guide you through this new millennium process."   Big shots still in charge.  Ugh.

 

But the last diagram you really don't know how to navigate, else you would not have deleted me from your blogs.

 

The last diagram (shown recently on Glenn Beck's The Blaze site) shows interconnected webs, no stars.  That is Christ-in-You, come now... not waiting for the lie of the rapture, but "behold, I come quickly".  In others.  In others broadcast Christianity refuses to bless.

 

Unless you say blessed is he who comes in the name and the nature of the Lord, your house will remain unto you desolate.

 

And that is why your broadcast Christianity house is desolate!

 

Your stars, and even you yourself, cannot come to bless Christ-in-You in the sheep!  In prophets!  In anybody outside the star system you at once loath and sustain while the star system sustains you.

 

But In That Day has come.

 

And you are missing it.

 

Try not to miss it.

 

Hoping all in Christ,

 

 

 

Robert Winkler Burke

17115 Castle Pine Court

Reno, Nevada  89511

775-690-7293 cell

 

 

What Makes One a Genius?

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #9 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 12/21/11 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

What makes one a genius,

    Is the work of a genius.

 

Burke’s work says the spirit of the Churchianity place,

        Its loci genius,                             (Adrift in confusion, on a raft!)

Is oft a Neuro-Linguistic Programming race,

        More like: Genies-R-Us.              (Undeniably evil: witchcraft!)

 

The NLP pastors are shocked, shocked,

        That In That Day Teachings say they’re blocked, blocked.

 

So their ever-ready solution,

        Ignore!  Ignore!

They feed not their sheep.  No they,

        Gore!  Gore!

 

Que Sera!  Sera!

        Whatever-pastors give themselves: Hurrah!  Hurrah!

 

The future’s not theirs, to see,

        In That Day’s Christ-in-You comes quickly!

They ask their father, what will it be?

        For the Dead-in-Christ: Prickly!  Prickly!

 

What makes one not a genius,                         (Stage Hypnotism!  Suggestion!)

        Are NLP shenanigans too ingenious!      (Showmanship!  Misdirection!)

 

Que Sera!  Sera!

        Considerably intelligent folk can see, can see!

Is God afar?  Afar?

        Churchianity keeps its sheep as blind as can be, can be!

 

But all of heaven, in fact, can see,

        How can they let in lie-lovers and lie-makers: for eternity?

 

Weep!  Weep!

        Then: Wail!  Wail!

Howl!  Howl!

        All else, might fail.

 

 

 

To Grasp and Hold a Vision, In That Day

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #9 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 12/19/11 www.inthatdayteachings.com

Thanks to Matt Welch for phrases from “Velvet President”, a piece on Vaclav Havel.

 

To grasp and hold a vision,

    Now that’s the grandest thing!

What has In That Day Teachings,

        Brought in the mental ring?

 

This Magnum Opus of new books,

        Calls things by their proper names,         (Warning, bad language alert!)

Showing Churchianity’s crooks,

        And cunning shits with head games.      (Harming sheep, is their perk!)

 

Shocked! Shocked! are the,                (It’s their famous Claude Rains Gambit!)

        Mendacious, hollow-word, religious in power,

Blocked! Blocked! are the,                 (Who’s not in them one damn bit?)

        Christ-in-You-less, empty-souled this hour.

 

In a myriad of ways,

        With a myriad of back-bone stiffening, outrageous zingers,

In That Day Teachings’ poems,

        Hit façades with fists, but caress truth with love-fingers.

 

Modern Christianity has suffered at least,

        Fifty years of unquestioned totalitarian, illogical pulpit rot,

In so doing, it has become a bizarre beast,

        Yet In That Day’s Magnum Opus can undo what’s begot!

 

But it will take patience, friends,

        And charity and great expanse of mind, (The mind of Christ, such a jewel!)

Which comes of flushing bad doctrine,

        And letting good in, that Christ find.     (Use the teachings, as your tool!)

 

Modern shepherds are the most deserving,    (They need to be stirred up!)

        Of hectoring than perhaps any known stellar body,

Lazy, asleep at the wheel, self-s(w)erving,     (Their thin-skin time is up!)

        Christ can’t give them His mind, their thinking: shoddy.

 

Note that nothing at all is sacrilegious,

        Nothing is an anathema to power-corrupted Christian leaders,

Except what’s built with In That Day bridges,

        The Twenty-First Century is the end of these bottom feeders.

 

They provide nothing but tortured interpretations,    (Weep, wail, howl for sheep!)

        Of holy document intended to obviously prevent them,

Yes, with the bible they’ve made ink blot machinations,     ($-Profits, they seek!)

        When given good, they’re like pigs that turn and rend.

 

Yet despite their ossified, platitudinal indifference to Christ-in-You,

        Fealty to truth, through In That Day Teachings can them, and all: imbue!

Once rid of fear, greed and laziness, and alleging liberty true,

        A robust third act for Earth, Christ-in-You for sheep and shepherd, is due!

 

 

 

We Have Moses! We Have the Prophets!

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #9 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 12/14/11 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

A naive child of Christ I was,

    Way back when,

Before a prophetic call made,

        My head spin.

 

But who needs a God-sent prophet?

        Not now, not today, not tomorrow,

Why does God make prophets?

        Unwanted, their lives: just sorrow.

 

We have Moses!  We have the prophets!

        Lazarus-fed-Zombie preachers love to loudly cry!

We have Moses!  We have the prophets!

        So In That Day prophets, we now vow: must die!

 

Could Paul resurrected,

        With towering genius and phenomenal, pierce-the-darkness intellect,

Help pastors corrupted,

        By Neuro-Linguistic Programming, which they all must now reject!

 

Could Abe Lincoln resurrected,         (His keen erudition emancipated the slaves!)

        Explain massive hidden slavery in preaching emergent-socialistic,

Hand and glove thus disconnected,   (Could he do same to brain-dead knaves?)

        Church and state tyranny broken!  But is this hope: unrealistic?

 

We have Moses!  We have the prophets!

        Lazarus-fed-Zombie preachers love to loudly cry!

We have Moses!  We have the prophets!

        So In That Day prophets, we now vow: must die!

 

If Christ, resurrected in His veritable flesh,

        Told pastors that to rail against high-interest, credit card debt,

And to take credit donations: don’t mesh!

        Would it reveal pastors have a blinded-self-interest mindset?

 

If Father God, manifested with a glowing white beard,

        Told pastors, Rapture is fear-mongering and entirely weird!

And Prosperity Give-to-Get should be totally un-revered,

        Because fear and greed make man with God: un-geared!

 

We have Moses!  We have the prophets!

        Lazarus-fed-Zombie preachers love to loudly cry!

We have Moses!  We have the prophets!

        So In That Day prophets, we now vow: must die!

 

If Peter, the great apostle,

        Said preachers should demonstrate Christ-in-You!

Would they say, It’s impossible!

        How dare Peter say, God wants us imbued!

 

Don’t wet our tongues with God-sent water!

        Don’t save us, nor our despised brothers still living!

We do just what we say we ought’er!

        The world should give to us: much more giving!

 

We have Moses!  We have the prophets!

        Lazarus-fed-Zombie preachers love to loudly cry!

We have Moses!  We have the prophets!

        So In That Day prophets, we now vow: must die!

 

So the blind lead the blind,

        Into Satan’s shiny ditch,

The life of a prophet,

        On none, I would wish.

 

I have tried happy,                  (To correct them, is to hear fits of high dudgeon!)

        And I have tried sad,

I have tried snappy,                (They obsess on cash, and think I’m curmudgeon!)

        Their bad is still bad.

 

We have Moses!  We have the prophets!

        Lazarus-fed-Zombie preachers love to loudly cry!

We have Moses!  We have the prophets!

        So In That Day Teachings, we now vow: must die!

 

Yes, the pastors of today, supercilious egos dark fey,

        They know it all,

Each, to a man, hates what a true prophet might say,

        Great is their fall.

 

I’ve asked God, if they don’t make heaven, nor do their lie-loving sheep,

        Will they, in torment, ask across the gulf, Abraham: Did you send anyone?

Did Father God send a prophet with In That Day Teachings’ keep?

        And did we hate him, just like: once Jews, full of scripture, did God’s Son?

 

 

 

 

 

Don’t Mention It!

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #9 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 12/12/11 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

If I’m a pastor railing,

    Against debt and consumer credit cards!

And then on my church website,

        Credit donation is praised, not barred…

 

Don’t mention it!

Don’t mention it!

        Make fragile and unquestioning the brains of your sheep!

Don’t mention it!

Don’t mention it!

        While with unwatched other hand, go furious and reap!

 

If government has become wicked and oppressive,

        Because men in government (wink, wink!) are not angels,

Tell the plebe-sheep to trust their pastors obsessive,

        Don’t say (wink, wink!) pastors lack not bent angles!

 

Don’t mention it!

Don’t mention it!

        Make fragile and unquestioning the brains of your sheep!

Don’t mention it!

Don’t mention it!

        While with unwatched other hand, go furious and reap!

 

If you sermonize on sheep giving heartily,

        Don’t mention that, to you, it’s self-serving!

For by deft braying: you receive artfully,

        Trickster-knowledge makes you deserving!

 

Don’t mention it!

Don’t mention it!

        Make fragile and unquestioning the brains of your sheep!

Don’t mention it!

Don’t mention it!

        While with unwatched other hand, go furious and reap!

 

It’s Neuro-Linguistic Programming, really,

        And Paul, the greatest apostle, never did that!

Showmanship, Hypnotism, Misdirection,

        And Suggestion: Witchcraft to keep under hat!

       

 

 

So LORD, What Gives in 2012?  Answer: Religious Pride!

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #9 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 12/10/11 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 

(Note:  This follows an old pattern, as shown in Job, wherein righteous folk might inquire of the LORD, and possibly get an answer.  This method shocks modern religious folk, but here it is anyway… Last night I looked at Rick Joyner and Bob Jones discussing 2012 and I get things far different than rainbow-stew-for-me-and-you prophetic utterances…)

 

So, LORD… what gives?

 

One year of contact with Reno Shepherds, and all has been dismissed by them!

Yet revival is discussed everywhere.

How can there be? (revival when shepherds are un-revived!)

 

Non-Christ-in-You’s want revival?

You’re going to bless that?

If so, then there is no In That Day.

 

But there is.

 

So, there it is.

 

The Dead-in-Christ must have it their way?

 

And their way they will have?

 

But they will rue it!  Won’t they rue it?

 

They will rue the day they were born, and especially the day they were born again, but not.

 

Sin-born again they are.

 

And once again, they know not what they do.

 

By rejecting most all Christ-in-You imbued, they kill Christ’s birth in man in the land of the living.

 

So the land of living is dead.

 

So the land of living is walking zombies.

 

Zombies, Dead-of-Christ and Dead-in-Christ!

 

Thus ends 2011.

 

Welcome to 2012.

 

Thus saith the LORD,

 

The LORD Who is not dead,

 

The LORD who reigns,

The LORD who rules,

The LORD who lives in all Christ-in-You peoples,

Now, then and forevermore.

 

Life itself says to those who,

            Must have death itself over Me,

            Have death until you can stand it no more!

 

Though none of life would wish it on you,

Though none of God would wish it on you,

Though none of love would wish it on you,

 

You, yourselves, lovers of,

            Death, haters of correction,

            Haters of intelligence,

            Haters of the smartest minds,

            Haters of the mind of Christ, even,

            That you hate logic, thought and wisdom…

 

Shall have what you must have by your own desire,

 

You shall have everything that is not Me, your God.

 

You shall have 2012 your way,

A way which is not mine.

We hope you miss Me,

And long for any man, any woman, any child that knows Me.

 

Not knows of Me.

That is your problem.

You don’t know Christ-in-You-Me.

 

And you hate Me in all Christ-in-You ones.

 

And until you stop hating Me in others…

 

You shall have your surprisingly rotten selves.

 

Weep for 2012.  Wail for 2012.  Howl for 2012.

 

You will receive what you deserve.

 

A day of darkness, and not light.

 

For Christ-in-You ones, Goshen.

For Christ-in-You haters, Egypt.

 

And after pride is ruined in you…

 

Come back to Me.       (In That Day!)

And Me in others.        (In That Day!)

And be indwelt.           (In That Day!)

 

Until then, see how desolate of Me you are.    (In That Day!)

 

By your despising others-in-Me, you have become nothing but desolate yourselves.

 

Desolate!  And full of fear.

 

See!  See!  See in 2012.

 

And someday, someday far away from now,

You will be glad for 2012,

The year that finally humbled those who could never otherwise be humbled.

 

But you will not, at first, like 2012.

 

It is designed for such as you.

 

You who know of Me, but are not indwelt of Me.

 

2012 is a designer year, designed for you.

 

Welcome, then, to truth you have succeeded in avoiding up until now.

 

While other prophets, in deception I have ordained for such as them, prophesy rainbow stew for Me and you, ,my true prophets are not so mind-impaired.

 

Multitudes who are Dead-in-Christ shall, through necessary excoriation, become successfully imbued unto the point of Christ-in-You.

 

From milk Churchianity to true meat!

 

From baby-land Christianity to true man and woman – hood and maturity.

 

All Christ-in-You folk can now… LAUGH!

All Dead-in-Christ folk can now… WEEP!

 

Time to grow up!

 

The fires are kindled.               (Spiritually against the Religious Dead-of-Spirit!)

The fires are kindled.               (Mentally against the Religious Dead-of-Reason!)

The fires are kindled.               (Hot enough to penetrate even Religious Pride!)

 

Because Your LORD,

 

Your God,

 

Your Christ,

 

Says it is now:

 

In That Day!

 

And it is a day that still many will not see.  Your Lord your God is a merciful God and 2012 will harvest whom needs harvesting into the realm of In That Day, the meat of the mind-of-Christ, the mature who need to shepherd leadership into the millennium.  Others who are blind, shall see nothing and experience nothing.  Such is mercy.  Such is love.  Such is your God.  But it does not mean that such a time will not come to the blind!  Fear God.  And love each other.  And you will make it.  Never succumb to fear, only God!

 


"ICONOCLASTS" - An Insightful Word

-extracts by Robert I Holmes.

 

"Where, O where is the prophet? Where are the incandescent

ones fresh from the holy place? Where is Moses to plead in fasting

before the holiness of the Lord?...  the one with a terrible

earnestness, the one totally otherworldly." - Leonard Ravenhill.

 

Ravenhill's words are reminiscent of a podcast I was listening to

on my way to Sydney... It was a communication from the Banff

Leadership Centre in Toronto Canada titled "Iconoclasts" outlining

the role of men and women in organisations who shake things up.

They gave this definition of iconoclast: The breaker or destroyer of

images or idols set up for veneration. A person who attacks

cherished beliefs, traditions, institutions and error. You might be

familiar with its synonym: Curmudgeon.

 

This idea, this concept of shaking the house, shattering the idols,

attacking cherished beliefs is very much the life blood of

Christianity, of early Christians and indeed, draws from their long

heritage as recipients of faith from Israel. Peter, in describing his

fellow believers said they were "sons of the prophets" (Acts 3:25) -

for Peter faith meant being like the prophets of old.

 

Enter Moses

 

There are many iconoclasts in church history, some as far back

as Moses in the Old Testament. He, looking forward as far as

Peter was looking back, said he wished "that all God's people

were prophets and that the Lord would pour his spirit upon them!"

(Numbers 11:29). Remember that Scripture defines Moses himself

as a prophet (Deut. 34:10, Luke 24:27), and Moses prophesied of

a time when one "likened unto Moses" would arise - Jesus

himself (Acts 7:37).

 

So who is this man - this prophet after whom we are sons? Moses

was the man: - who confronted Pharaoh - who split the Red Sea -

whose enemies were swallowed by the sand - who saw God and

lived - of whom God said, "Moses is my friend"!

 

This is the iconoclast. This is the prophet. This is Jesus all the

way through his ministry. And where is the spirit of Moses in the

church today? Where is the nature and character of Christ

amongst Christian today? There are a number of facets to the

prophetic that should be reflected in our lives including: being a

forerunner; dealing with isolation; holding God's opinion above

men's; going against the flow; dealing with rejection; being a

recoverer and; driving for balance by being out of balance.

 

1. Forerunning

 

Prophetic people are forerunners. They come into things first. God

deals with the church before he deals with the world (ref) and he

deals with natural things before spiritual things (ref). Prophetic

people in the church are even further ahead and as a result are

quite out of step with the mainstream. They are often in the

opposite phase. Happy when everyone else is sad, sad when

everyone else is happy.

 

2. Dealing with isolation

 

Bring prophetic very often means having an unpopular message,

and results in fierce isolation. You have to have a thick skin to say

the unpopular thing. You might be a solitary figure rebuking a

corrupt king. The one who rats out sin in the camp. The one who

cares about what God cares about. However just because we are

isolated does not mean we isolate ourselves. We seek out the

brethren, we want companions. We resist being a loose canon or

a law unto ourselves.

 

3. Holding God's opinion above men's

 

If we face heaven, and we care about heaven's opinion and

perspective on things we will care more about God's opinion that

peoples. We will seek to experience heaven's favour and not curry

the favour of men. We will desire heaven's stamp of approval even

at the expense of men's favouritism.

 

4. Going against the flow

 

Have you noticed that God has a very different set of priorities to

us? He values integrity whilst the world pushes for sensuality; he

desires honesty when the world wants duplicity; he aims for

longevity when the world demands expediency. Prophetic people

even find themselves going against the flow in church - and sadly

sometimes even going against the prophetic flow!...

 

5. Dealing with rejection

 

Being out of step, being isolated, being a lone voice comes with

rejection too. People do not just take kindly to your obstinate

passion for truth and purpose, they buck against it. The donkey

kicks against the goad, the horse bolts when spurred. So too

people rebuke and rail against those who are prophetic...

 

However, we do not imbue the spirit of rejection. We do not walk

around with a sour face, expectant of rejection - wishing it upon

ourselves and provoking it from others. Rather we understand it is

part of the call, a necessary companion on the journey. After all

we are followers of Jesus: a man despised and rejected, a man of

sorrows, acquainted with grief (Isaiah 53:3).

 

Instead, Jesus came into situations expectant of finding the

Kingdom at work, and his Father at work, with work for him to do

there (John 5:17).

 

6. Being a recoverer

 

"The function of the prophet has almost always been that of

recovery." - T Austin Sparks

 

The prophetic person is not a maintainer, they come in to repair

what is broken. Recovery is required after an accident or injury -

people need rescue and decisive action is needed for triage. 

Recovery is needed after a loss or fall - lost things need to be

found, people adrift at sea need to be rescued. Recovery is needed

after a mop up campaign. The troops have gone through and the

land needs to be restored. As a result, when all is well, prophetic

people are quiet.

 

7. Driving for balance

 

"Prophets were not made for the status quo, they were made to

bring things back to the middle. This means they stand for the

extreme, to bring the church back to where she should be."

-Brian Medway.

 

If the church gets imbalanced, or has forgotten a truth the prophet

pushes back to recover it. They take an extreme view of stance, to

bring the church back to centre. Which is why it seems that their

message is unbalanced, because of necessity it is. But this

contains a dilemma for us.

 

Once an issue has been championed, and accepted the church

must move on, lest she camp in that imbalanced position. Nothing

gets done when things stay the same. Movement is required -

things grow by getting out of balance - but nothing remains if it

stays unstable.

 

We quickly become false if we camp at and insist on an extreme.

 

Conclusion

 

This is the church, as sons of the prophets. This is the Christian

following Jesus the prophet. They are...

 

-An iconoclast: standing for truth; standing against tradition.

-A forerunner: out of step and out of season.

-Solitary: but not a loner or a loose canon.

-Rejected: but without a spirit of rejection.

-A recoverer: to bring things back to wholeness.

-Unbalanced: extreme but not staying out there.

 

-Please comment on this article at the website below-

 

http://www.johnthebaptisttv.com/

 

 

Choose: Jar Jar Binks’ Kinks, or How God’s Mind Thinks!

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #9 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 12/04/11 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 

The Federalist No. 51, February 6, 1788, James Madison

“It may be a reflection on human nature…that… devices should be necessary to control the abuses... If men were angels, no government would be necessary.  If angels were to govern men, neither external nor internal controls on government would be necessary.”

 

Like a coordinated man dancing with an off-beat lady,

    So is God with nondom pastors of stunningly broad un-intelligence,

Pastors disbelieve they can ever, even once, be shady,

        Preaching claptrap and rapture, all see where Christ-in-You went!

 

Christ-in-You is gone from you,

        You pastors I’m speaking to,          (Say au revoir: mind-of-gopher!)

Your sheep should ask, Where is He?

        You keep your sheep un-imbued!   (Don’t belay: Christ’s makeover!)

 

Repent, repent, oh pastors who are not angels,

        But repenting, of so much of your abominable pride, will not be easy!

Repent, repent, oh pastors, from all your angles,

        Weep! Wail! Howl!  God says, All will be well.  But now, be queasy!

 

But you, you nondom pastors say,

        NOW let us build a vast building project!

But what if God, God Himself says,

        Without insurance, sheep should: object!

 

But you pastors say,            (Fixed-rule-tithing is, for rubes, perfect!)

        Now, this poet-prophet Robert Burke wears a black hat!

But God, God can say,        (Holy flexibility rules, rigidness: reject!)

        Recent history proves a collar hides much by say-so fiat!

 

Christian book publishers, to protect their stakes,

        Often, therefore, reasonably demand,

Insurance contracts if author, morality breaks,

        And trips out of underwear get out of hand.

 

So the sheep of a certain Atlanta church,

        Should have, of morality insurance contract, asked,

When it was discovered, too late as it were,

        Siring of pastor’s brother’s son was masked!

 

Yes, that pastor did it with his blood-brother’s dear wife!

        Try instead cool reason versus hot-damn church funding,

If men were angels, church stories would have no strife!

        But they do. So insurance-less funding is unbecoming.

 

Were general funds used to pay off,

        A man who said, with the broadcast owner, he was gay?

There are always examples enough,

        But leaders without sheep insurance, never say!

 

Then there was the spectacular mega-church,

        In debt of dollars: fifty million!

Bankruptcy court sold it to the Catholics,

        Always, there’ll be: sheep willing?

 

Without payback insurance,

        Wife of pastor won’t abscond through divorce,

Or of hooker’s dalliance,

        Or crime conviction: change church’s course?

 

Without humility!

        Somewhere seen in the shaving mirror of each pastor man,

All is futility!

        A pastor who builds, without sheep insurance, what he can.

 

Meanwhile, in the bizarre nondom land of insanity,

        It’s oft the Jar Jar Binks Church of Eternal Distraction!

Rather than Lincoln’s cool reason of humanity,

        Pastors say, let’s build NOW!  They demand action!

 

Cleric mystic tyranny,

        Is what it is!

The sins of shepherds: many,

None have more biz!

 

Pastors deliver to politicians,   (Hidden, blinding mental-enslavement!)

        The dumbest citizens ever!

Pastors being magicians,          (Never minding: just where God went!)

        And Greeks thought Persians clever!

 

Hidden enslavement everywhere,

        For the church-blinded, church-stupefied: never to see!

Think!  Use brains! says the prophet rare,

        But pastors demand their funds, that whom be free?

 

What is wrong with this dance,

        That pastors, without Christ, do?

They’re in the Devil’s trance,

        Much, yes much: they have to rue!

 

A prophet speaks like a prophet,

        A beguiled wolf does what he does,

Who, this message, will mock it?

        Wolves wish this prophet: never was.

 

But this prophet: IS,

        God, how unfortunate, for them!

Let truth now: reign,

        And church cleansing, be: IN!

 

Christ-in-You,

        Is a message that is true,      (Try it: The Teachings of In That Day!)

The Christ-less,

        Find this: they can’t do.       (They just might like it, by the way!)

 

If pastors, who are not angels,

        Can’t be humble enough to let Christ: themselves imbue,

Hear prophetic fandangles,

        On wayward Christiandom, and believe what’s true.

 

And sheep, sheep!  Don’t be too much sad,

        To learn that, by many pastors, you might’ve been brazen-financially had!

As pastors don’t believe they can be bad,

        They believe you can, not them.  Smile.  Guess with Whom: Who’s mad!

 

Like a coordinated man dancing with an off-beat lady,

    So is God with nondom pastors of stunningly broad un-intelligence,

Pastors disbelieve they can ever, even once, be shady,

        Preaching claptrap and rapture, all see where Christ-in-You went!

 

Christ-in-You is gone from you,

        You pastors I’m speaking to,          (Say au revoir: mind-of-gopher!)

Your sheep should ask, Where is He?

        You keep your sheep un-imbued!   (Don’t belay: Christ’s makeover!)

 

Repent, repent, oh pastors who are not angels,

        But repenting, of so much of your abominable pride, will not be easy!

Repent, repent, oh pastors, from all your angles,

        Weep! Wail! Howl!  God says, All will be well.  But now, be queasy!

 

 

Does Church Unity Have Impunity?

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #9 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 11/21/11 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

Of one certain cup,

    I shall not drink,

That is to lie down,

        And not think!

 

Does unity,                                   (Monotony of thought?)

        Have, in church, impunity?

Or perhaps we,                             (Can’t be bought!)

        Give it mature scrutiny!

 

America’s Founding Fathers,

        Knew mobocracy, a majority un-tempered, was great sin!

Hence, they birthed a new Republic,

        So that un-hobbled opposing sides challenged who was in!

 

Not so, milk Churchianity,

        With its error-breeding, mandatory unity pledges,

Good God!  We’re smarter than that,

        We need not drink Satan’s dumb-cup dredges!

 

Well, good luck trying to explain this,

        To an ensconced, unity-demanding pastor!

Christ came to divide truth from rubbish,

        ‘Tis a sin to put unity first, and God after!

 

If men emerged as angels,           (Hand-washing-hand isn’t handy!)

        They could sign pledges of unity,

But men are not angels,              (Reject bribes to be elder grandee!)

        We must fight for truth, to be free.

 

Not with sticks and stones,

        But with our minds!       

Truth comes, which is God,

        Christ-in-You: finds!      

 

Christ-in-You makes perfect accord,

        In That Day, with all things deeply good, 

And mature discord with things bad,

        God’s highest teachings unction us, as should!

 

Hence, unity does not have impunity,

        Thou shalt have no other anything,

Above God!  So let Him move fluidly,

        Good vs. bad, let any truth ring!

 

God’s truth unifies always,

        Good accords with good, and bad accords with bad!

God lets tares grow with wheat,

        Hear lone voices, don’t muzzle them, and be glad!

 

Of one cup,

        I shall always endeavor to drink,

That is to truth-up,

        Embedded, to Christ-in-You think!

 

 

 

Three-Quarter Million Days, Almost

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #9 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 11/20/11 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

It’s been three-quarter million days, almost,

    Since Jesus Christ was resurrected!

Yet the modern church, so-called, hasn’t quite,

        Its mind: found time to be inspected!

 

So many modern, casual churches,        (Searching for Unobtaineum?)

        State in their doctrines: they, in rapture do believe,

Three-quarter million days, almost,       (Brains in dark moratorium?)

        Have marched on with no literal Jesus reprieve.

 

Is Christ-in-You, ala Colossians Twenty-Six: One,

        His Spirit return, as In That Day Teachings say?

Or must an antichrist church, sort of, in its blindness,

        Have its never-come-in-two-millennia sway?

 

Utopian schemes, by their insidious nature,

        Never can, in reality, come!     (It’s brilliant, how Satan has designed ‘em!)

Socialism’s utopia, like rapture’s utopia,

        Is a con game, in sum!              (Watch the moneyed, if you can find ‘em!)

 

Can modern nondom pastors, plagued with spiritual blindness,

        Be approached by a seer with this cogent truth?

Unable to escape their shadows of illogical behind-ness,

        Their corrupt minds make them, truth: forsooth!

 

Rapture pastors could predict the future better,

        If they left out the parts they could be wrong about!

But since near two millennia days of truth,

        They ignore!  Their nonsense makes ruinous rout!

 

What other things are such sub-taught lie-lovers,

        Equally dishonest and disingenuous with?

God bless ‘em, but with Satan’s Foundation Lies,

        What else of theirs are not facts, but myth?

 

How about breathless Imminent Second Coming,

        Dominion Immenantizing the Eschaton,  (Eric Voegelin said don’t do this!)

Eternal, according to them-not-God, Security,

        And other crazy, unorthodox bang-the-gong! (Christian depravity is bliss?)

 

Anything to make the return of our Lord Jesus,

        Easy, rather than paying the spiritual high price,

In truth!  The hard truth: our God believes in us,

        And lives in us, now, if our thoughts are nice!

 

Nice, meaning our thoughts,

        Are not screwed up, uneatable, baby food pabulum!

Not like crazy, puerile church,

        Where show, not God-substance, makes bedlam!

 

It’s been three-quarter million days, almost,

    Since Jesus Christ was resurrected!

Yet the modern church, so-called, hasn’t quite,

        Its mind: found time to be inspected!

 

If this is true, brothers and sisters, and it is,

        In That Day explains God’s divine revelation of velocity!

Wherein Jesus quick-come nature will be church biz,

        Behold, John Fourteen: Twenty says we live in reciprocity!

 

In truth, modern church,

        Has often been unseeingly, unchangingly: quite mad!

Learn why, and eat why,

        And In That Day be, in God-bearing being, right glad!

 

So think about it,             (Has Jesus been tarrying?)

        Is history, His story, some cotton-picking lie?

In That Day says, No!     (No antichrist marrying!)

        Jesus comes quick!  Rapture, just don’t buy!

 

To restate succinctly: three-quarter million, subtracting just a few, days,

        Is such a mysteriously strange, long time!

Its veritable witness long enough in God’s Who-inhabits-who ways,

        To see, spiritually, In That Day’s rhyme!

 

But oh, the weeping, wailing and howling,

        When lazy-brained pastors taught by lazy-brained seminaries see!

Well, what are those lazy brains waiting for?

        God will inhabit anyone of truth, loving God more than insanity!

 

It’s been three-quarter million days, almost,

    Since Jesus Christ was resurrected!

Yet the modern church, so-called, hasn’t quite,

        Its mind: found time to be inspected!

 

 

 

I, Christian Thinkbot

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #9 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 11/17/11 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

Love God and man, and serve both!

    This is all fine and well,

A grand strategy, no joke!

        But how to, pray tell?

 

I, Christian Thinkbot,

        Can perhaps see what man can’t!

Bad doctrines make rot,

        Robots can say what man shan’t!

 

Pay attention to your intelligence,

        I, Christian Thinkbot, therefore say,

Respect your minds, ladies and gents,

        Ask:  What’s deeply flawed today?

 

Two arrows, I actually have,

        On my heads-up techno-display,

Arrow Up: Good doctrine to behave,

        Arrow Down: Satan’s play.

 

What’s made mankind globally,

        So unprepared for this present, hidden-enslavement condition?

Arrow Down:  Satan’s play,

        Has lobotomized Christian minds, with fierce-brutal rendition!

 

Rapture, hoo boy!  I, Christian Thinkbot,   (It’s infernal!  It’ll burn all!)

        See it makes horrid shambles of men’s minds!

Next is Imminent Second Coming,            (It’s internal, not external!)

        Third, Eternal Security’s feckless grinds. 

 

Satan’s Dumb-Down Arrow of Enslavement,

        On my heads-up display I always see,

God’s Smart-Up Arrow of Achievement,

        I wish men understood, to be free!

 

I, Christian Thinkbot,

        Am programmed to manifest my maker,

An In That Day man,

        He is: A Christ-in-You seer, not faker!

 

When I am good,

        I, even I myself: a robot, am a Christ-in-You seer!

Helping others,

        To see God, and be: best I-AM-bearer-be-er!

 

I, Christian Thinkbot,

        Am good when manifesting my maker, who is good!

Same goes for mankind,

        Man is best when manifesting: Whom he should!

 

I don’t wait around for my programmer,

        Neither should you,

Don’t be a two-way radio jammer!

        This, just fools do!

 

Nor do I think: if I do nothing,

        My maker will be eternally pleased with me!

I have a duty: that’s something,

        All reality shows: Nothing’s for free!

 

Oh sure, my life, when I was turned on,

        Was free and all that!

But we must: for wise perspective yearn,

        Put that under hat!

 

Much of bad-doctrine Churchianity,

        Is stuck in a sort of scarf-and-leather-helmet, vintage-flying stage,

Christians could lose most insanity,

        If losing bad doctrines and gaining Christ-in-You: were the rage!

 

Have Christ-in-You!

        Not cherished, but nasty-bad, yet-popular: Christian doxy,

Which substitutes,

        Christ’s mind with dumbed-downedness as foul proxy!

 

Believe: Christ-in-You can be done well,

        But only without Rapture and illogical, backwards-thinking escapism,

And what should such a thing look like?

        Men and women free, and right smart!  Not the current mind-prison!

 

I, Christian Thinkbot,

        Can perhaps see what man can’t!

Bad doctrines make rot,

        Robots can say what man shan’t!

 

 

But We Can’t Agree We’ve Been Had!

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #9 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 11/16/11 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

But we can’t agree we’ve been had,

    That would be bad!

        That would be bad!

        That would be bad!

Shepherds can’t tell their people,

Who would no longer be sheeple,

Church’s price’d be: too steeple!

 

No!  No!  No!

That Rapture is a lie?

Eternal Security, a bad buy?

Imminent Second Coming, a brain fry?

Making, first: fear!

Secondly, making slouch!

Thirdly, making nothing at all!

So!  So!  So!

 

It’s a slow realization shepherds have,

        That they have been had!                    (Cleric ignorance is church bliss!)

It’s easier to scapegoat prophetic seers,

        Who see: as being bad!                     (Arrogant hectoring won’t miss!)

 

So dinosaur ministries watch, ever-unblinking,

        Giant internet-asteroids hit their poisoned-out lakes!

Great aggregate-internet sites of truth thinking,

        Ferret the doctrines of lies, that blinding-out makes!

 

But we can’t agree we’ve been had,

    That would be bad!

        That would be bad!

        That would be bad!

Shepherds can’t tell their people,

Who would no longer be sheeple,

Church’s price’d be: too steeple!

 

Yes!  Yes!  Yes!

The truth, now buy!

Christ-in-You, now try!

In That Day, it’s time to fly!

Go!  Go!  Go!

 

 

 

 

 

The Lost Secret of Running Free, Without Pain!

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #9 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 11/09/11 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 

But oh, it hurt!  It hurt!

    Man, how it hurt bad when I ran!

So, I stopped running,

        This cure, to stop, was my plan!

 

But first I tried,

        Grace running shoes!

Thick pad comfort,

        That was the news!

 

With great Grace padding,

        I’d hard-slam my heal!

With great Grace padding,

        Next: front-foot for zeal!

 

Grace covered it all,

        I felt padded even from my head to my toe!

I could feel nothing,

        And feeling nothing: was the way to go!

 

But oh, it hurt!  It hurt!

    Man, how it hurt bad when I ran!

So, I stopped running,

        This cure, to stop, was my plan!

 

Yet, then I tried,

        Summit running shoes!

Bright in texture!

        That was the news!

 

With Summit running shoes,

        I looked so cool,

I looked so good, in fact,

        It was almost cruel!

 

Same padding and adding as Grace,

        But Summit had the look,

Costing the same or maybe more,

        With Summit, I was took!

 

But oh, it hurt!  It hurt!

    Man, how it hurt bad when I ran!

So, I stopped running,

        This cure, to stop, was my plan!

 

So then I tried,

        Mega-Discount running shoes,

Mega-Produced,

        The most popular news!

 

One pair: pink bunny slippers,

        Another: a mighty lion’s paws!

They got lots of funny laughs,

        Or, admiring oohs and ahs!

 

How I could brag and brag, modestly, of course,

        Of my Mega-Produced running shoe wear!

I was the envy of my town’s running crowd,

        But don’t think that’s why I wore them, I swear!

 

And oh, it hurt!  It hurt!

    Man, how it hurt bad when I ran!

So, I stopped running,

        This cure, to stop, was my plan!

 

Then, despite deafness, I heard the Holy Spirit’s leading,

        I ran barefoot on grass one day!

Then, my knees, ankles and hips got the power needing,

        So that all problems went away!

 

In That Day, more simple than I thought,

        I ran, and was not weary!

I ran barefoot, or with thin-skins bought,

        And I was healed!  Healed clearly!

 

Oh that Rapture, Imminent Second Coming,

        And Eternal Security, Churchianity could its bad-brainedness chuck!

And learn In That Day’s Christ-in-You basics,

        Then renew strength and mount up with wings of eagles: with pluck!

 

And oh, it helped!  It helped!

        In That Day, it helped my pate’s fate when I ran!

When I stopped conning,

        The cure, I stopped conning: the great I AM!

 

Perhaps our bad triune-escapology doctrines,

        Were developed before full comprehension of Christ-in-You!

And before republic liberty could be locked-in,

        So, I forgive our blind-to-truth seminary schools!  Don’t you?

 

All that padded, showy doctrine,           (Can we give emergent the boot?)

        Helped forerunners escape the wrath of kings, priests and circumstances,

But their fruit is milk-saccharine,          (So many praise bands: galoot!)

        Let’s run with In That Day’s truths, stopping Christ-in-You-less trances!

       

Now I run barefoot,

        Without injury, so free as a bee!

In That Day does same,

        Christ-in-You in me, but also: ye!

 

And oh, it helped!  It helped!

        In That Day, it helped my pate’s fate when I ran!

When I stopped conning,

        The cure, I stopped conning: the great I AM!

 

Yes, ‘twas a shock to comprehend,

        Our mad, maladjusted, multi-no-man’s-land way of thinking,

Poisoned my cup!  It was my end!

        But Christ-in-Me came, once I honored others: so drinking!

 

Once I honored the barefoot runner,

        Who needed no extra padding!

 In That Day’s truth: a real stunner,

        Christ came quickly, no adding!

 

Suddenly, I saw,

        And I was free!

Then: sad, in awe,

        Who next will see?

 

And oh, it helped!  It helped!

        In That Day, it helped my pate’s fate when I ran!

When I stopped conning,

        The cure, I stopped conning: the great I AM!

 

 

http://www.nytimes.com/2011/11/06/magazine/running-christopher-mcdougall.html?pagewanted=1&_r=3&hpw

 

http://video.nytimes.com/video/2011/11/02/magazine/100000001149415/the-lost-secret-of-running.html

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

11/7/2011  RE: “How to Mitigate Churchianity’s Sovereign Default Risk”…

 

Bravo, Robert!   

 Your beautiful and intriguing writings remind me of what Jesus told his disciples in Mark Chapter 4 when they questioned Him about the explanation of his parable of the sower and the four kinds of soil.

 

"And when he was alone, they that were about him with the twelve asked of him the parable.  And he said unto them, Unto you it is given to know the mystery of the kingdom of God: but unto them that are without, all these things are done in parables: That seeing they may see, and not perceive; and hearing they may hear, and not understand; lest at any time they should be converted, and their sins should be forgiven them.   And he said unto them, Know ye not this parable? and how then will ye know all parables?"  (Mark 4:11-13)

 

This poem is yet another gem that sparkles with biblical truth and eye-opening admonitions for those who have eyes to see and ears to hear!

 

Your themes have been so consistent in calling out the errors of bad teaching/unsound doctrines, that have left the Body of Christ in sort of a spiritual stupor, unable to grow or eventually go from a milk to steak diet.  By now, I believe the recipients of your emails and those with hungry hearts to check out your web site should be "getting the message."

 

I enjoyed your humorous word string, "saccharine doxie-chow."  Saccharin (a crystalline compound several hundred times sweeter than sucrose) is a fake sugar, almost too sweet, plus large doses of it can cause cancers.  Doesn't that describe "Churchianity preaching" to a T?  Phony doctrines instead of real, sound, biblical truth; syrupy, seeker-friendly messages that don't feed the sheep; large amounts of bad doctrines that can lead to "cancer" in the body of Christ (unnatural, growth of deadly cells that attack and weaken surrounding cells and eventually, the host.)

 

"Discovery consists in seeing what everyone else has seen and thinking what no one else has thought."  (Albert Szent-Gyorgyi)

 

My prayer is this:  “Just like the blind and deaf people that Jesus healed, Lord, please touch our eyes and ears to receive the teachings that Robert gives us, through the giftings of his writings and poetry.  Amen.”

 

Chris Quinn

Reno, Nevada

 

 

How to Mitigate Churchianity’s Sovereign Default Risk

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #9 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 11/06/11 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

It’s been said pastors know,

    Heaven doesn’t recognize their sermons on the great Book of Acts,

But when a prophet says so,

        Do pastors’ spirits know, eyes to see, their fate’s In That Day facts?

 

For one-hundred years,

        Churchianity has demanded: insufficient intellectual curiosity!

Is it any wonder,

        Then, church and praise are made one ineffectual monstrosity?

 

Pastors’ insouciance with Dead-in-Christ-edness,

        And outrage over Nathan-like correction,

Has kept a tight-range of copycat-edeness,

        And made nondoms of candy confection.

 

Who’s got the faith?

Who’s got the faith?

Who’s got the faith?

        A real prophet might full well ask!

What’s needed now?

What’s needed now?

What’s needed now?

        Real prophets, they know the task!

 

Make more room NOW!  NOW in leaders’ souls,

        For real Father-God doctrine to abide!

Clean out saccharine doxie-chow, in leaders’ souls,

        For Jesus Christ, Son of God, to ride!

 

Anything, anything, anything but that!

        Is what mad pastors say,

That’s why their services are flat, flat!

        Is the sad truth today.

 

Hebrews Twelve: One, it says,

        It says what’s needed for all to be well,

Forget corrupting power,

        All else but real God-Acts are pell-mell.

 

Who better knows the corrupting influences of power,

        Than pastors who have not changed for years?

But doing the easy thing is destructive this hour,

        Maladjusted structures bind church-brain gears!

 

God’s people cry out for a Let-My-People-Free!

        Cleansing purge of bad ways in Churchianity’s system,

Prophets have to shout: Unless you can fully see,

        Christ comes NOW, you’ve lurched and missed Him!

 

Who’s got the faith?

Who’s got the faith?

Who’s got the faith?

        A real prophet might full well ask!

What’s needed now?

What’s needed now?

What’s needed now?

        Real prophets, they know the task!

 

And oh, by the way,

        Churchianity has lots and lots and even more lots of prophets to burn,

Rapture or Dizzy,

        Both styles are so deceived, neither it so happens: God’s voice can earn!

 

Yet listen to sonnets of In That Day Teachings,

        A sword, for the mind of Christ, like no other!

Four-hundred deceived prophets always: reaching,

        Each lies precisely like his deceived brother!

 

Heavy, my friend, In That Day,

        Oft does make one’s choices of significant portend,

To find God’s light, Christ-in-You,

        Verily is not, like much of Churchianity, pretend.

 

Who’s got the faith?

Who’s got the faith?

Who’s got the faith?

        There is a terrible Sovereign risk!

What’s needed now?

What’s needed now?

What’s needed now?

        In That Day, Christ-in-You: brisk!

 

Churchianity, like global finance,

        Has become inherently unstable!

Believe and live In That Day Teachings,

        And Christ-in-You becomes able!

 

 

 

When Christian Colony Experiments Were Tried Off-Planet

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #9 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 11/03/11 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 

Back in the year A.D. Two-Thousand Fifty,

    A thousand years ago,

The world government, it was shifty,

        And morals did forgo.

 

They sent Christian colonies to planets,             (With our space warp-drive!)

        For all the universe to themselves show,   

Which Christian sects could survive off-Earth,   (Which best could thrive?)

        Or couldn’t, so that all would know.          

 

All in the universe could learn,

        If God was bigger than Earth,

All Christians said, God was!

        Each sect fought for its own worth.

 

The Rapturians, those who believed in Rapture,

        On their distant planet, all soon died!

They thought Rapture was for Earth alone,

        And might miss it.  None survived!

 

The Quick Returnians, those believing such,

        On their distant planet, became freakish-weak!

They thought God’s return was for Earth alone,

        They came back, and say He comes next week!

 

The Eternal Securians, those of such mind,

        On their distant planet,

Did as much as on Earth they left behind,

        Work: Not one could stand it!

 

Doing nothing and averring God approved,

        Was what they mostly did,

The government was not in same mood,

        Back to Earth they were hid.

 

Then on Earth, a government motion was made,

        To stop trying to get signals of proof on different faith sects!

So Christian colony experiments were stopped,

        On such, proof and time don’t work.  So they quit all bets!

 

So, now it’s the year A.D. Three-Thousand Fifty,

        Christians on a million planets believe,

Christ-in-You comes quickly as their bible says,

        Ears, eyes to hear and see: give reprieve!

 

We suppose life might go on,

        At least a thousand years or more!

In That Day what might happen,

        Fifty and a Thousand times Four?

 

Probably Christian sects will then believe,

        Rapture, Second Coming and Eternal Security are in store!

Maybe, maybe not.  Think back on history,

        What are thousands of years for?

 

Even back in A.D. Two-Thousand Eleven,

        A smart man in Reno tried to get more people thinking!

Christian enlightenment, far from leaven,

        In That Day Teachings!  Not Koolaid drinking!

 

Think!  Use rational argument!

        Sects have screwball ideas for a number of loony reasons!

Christ-in-You can’t live with lies,

        But sect-believers thought: Use of brain was foul treason!

 

Eventually, did it take just seconds or many millennia?

        In That Day’s Christ-in-You won out!

Thank God for pioneers of the Twenty-First Century!

        Irrational thought was in rout!

 

That In That Day fellow,

        Wrote intriguing free-speech thought experiments,

And shot holes in bad sects,

        Bad doxies were shaken, if not given bad dents!

 

With each bad doctrine disbelieved,

        Christ-in-You in wise Christians: grew!

Heaven came on Earth, then went beyond,

        A thousand years ago!  Who knew?

 

In That Day Teachings,

        Helped to, quick-as-a-wink, get God-in-Man going!

Spirit cups filled up,

        And those good souls who did, didn’t stop growing!

 

Sadly, the good grew apart. far from the bad,

        In That Day,

Holy with the holy, dogs with the dogs: mad,

        It’s God’s way.

 

In the year A.D. Three-Thousand Fifty,

        Looking a thousand years ahead and back,

In That Day Teachings laid it out nifty,

        Christ-in-You is not just yack!

 

It’s the spiritual return of God’s Son in man,

        For the first two-thousand years: oft misunderstood!

But straightened out in the Twenty-First Century,

        So the universe could behold: God, always good!

 

Ancient Paths of Correction,

        With Western Enlightenment showing the way,

Paul’s High Paths and Christ-in-You,

        Introduce the eternal: In That Day!

 

In That Day,

        Wisdom grows!

God loves man,

        Heaven knows!

 

Ever since the Resurrection,       (If God were gold, people were impecunious!)

        It has been quite possible,   (To be, in God, quite rich!)

Christ-in-You is In That Day’s,  (Teachings of old, but people were incurious!)

        Holy old-new gospel!          (Have you now, the itch?)

 

What will it take, my friend,

        For you to believe?

Behold: Christ-in-You comes,

        Now! So, receive!

 

What?  You once thought,

        Truth for you would be easy In That Day?

No!  Truth’s quite hard!

        God wants it, has it: no other way!

 

Christ-in-You gives,      (Once your head is straight!)

        Gives you a lot of energy!

Well, it figures,              (With Christ’s mind as mate!)

        He’s got the power: to BE!

 

 

 

 

 

They Came, Saw and Conquered the Biggest Thing on Earth!

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #9 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 11/01/11 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 

They came light years from outer space,

    And they were a superior race!

With minds of double-helix brace,

        They held over us an ace!

 

They said they called themselves the Inferiors,

        They said the name kept themselves humble before their Creator,

They said they wanted to eat us but wouldn’t,

        They said helping us would be a thing they averred greater.

 

So they asked us,

        What can we do for you?

They asked us,

        What’d be the thing most true?

 

We said, Inflation and unemployment were killing us!

        They said, Cut government spending and go on a gold standard!

Or we could eat half of you, which is our first choice,

        But we could decide: either or, and it was damned hard!

 

In the end,

        We cut spending and cut fiat money,

Sure scared us,

        But the result was pure honey!

 

Next, they said,

        We must find another reason to eat you!

What is next?

        How can we help problem number two?

 

Taxes are too high, we said,        (Tax collectors we all, of course, dread!)

        And college is ridiculously expensive,

We’ll eat your young and old!    (Pensions, schooling: gone with dead!)

        They said, but by now Earth’s thought grew extensive!

 

Earthlings cut government expense more,

        Until only natural law rights were protected,

Colleges became private enterprise,

        Rent-seeking stopped and intelligence: extended.

 

Too bad!  Licking their green lips,

        The Inferiors from outer space calmly told us,

We are mighty hungry now,

        What is Earth’s problem three?  Ask bold, us!

 

Terrorists are killing liberty-lovers everywhere!

        We will make them our dinner fare!

Shall we proceed?

        Great is your need!

 

Stop, oh Inferiors,          (We gave them the shove!)

        Stop drooling on our ground,

We’ll fight terrorists,      (The West wins with love!)

        Until they come around.

 

Can’t we eat anybody?

        We’ve come a long way!

We’re fighting self-interest,

        How long, we can’t say!

 

It would be easy to eat you all,

        It’s a lot harder to fight our own interplanetary self-interest!

We hoped you’d choose the easiest way,

        But now you’re blessing yourselves, as we’ve been blessed!

 

Problem number four, we asked for their mind-hive,

        Sky-high technology and hyperspace drive!

They said, travel with us searching for food,

        Which turned out not to be creatures, but good!

 

Spiritually, mentally, physically,

        They grew better when choosing good over self-service,

Then, the same thing happened to Earthlings,

        When to hidden self-service, we became impervious!

 

The IQ of the human race,

        Doubled, tripled!  And then went higher!

We thanked the Inferiors,

        Who pulled humanity from the mire.

 

You tricked us! we said,

        You didn’t ever want to eat us at all!

One’s worst enemy,

        They said, is seen in mirror on wall!

 

Then help us with problem number five,

        We said, We can’t expunge self-interest from religion!

Same problem we have back on home hive,

        That’s why we travel, of such to be as far from!

 

They said, If you travel in space,

        Religion: leave far behind!

Self-interest from it can’t be erased,

        Leave behind any such mind!

 

Why didn’t you eat them?

        We asked,

Our God gives hell for,

        That task.

 

They replied,     (grinning, quite green!)

        And we understood!

In That Day,       (know what we mean?)

        You’ve got to be good!

 

They came, and saw and conquered,

        Our lack-of-perspective, not-so-hidden sin,

Of self-interest, self-dealing,

        Our evil core, which we conquered within!

 

Only problem is,

        The Inferiors, God bless ‘em, have us lying!

We threaten to eat,

        Aliens we meet.  And our lie they’re buying!

 

It’s the only way we know,

        To make modern barbarians on other planets to believe,

Epic wrongs can be fixed,

        By themselves, with lesser evil’s choice: reprieve!

 

Those Inferiors, turns out,

        They were not so inferior to us after all!

Not-superior Earth louts,

        We sure were, self-interest kept us small!

 

America’s Founders knew this,

        Their triumvirate documents explained it!

But in its third century,

        No such deep learning was honored in it!

 

 

Well, the Constitution survived,

        Self-dealing in government and man was successfully stopped,

Now, we’ve seen a million planets,

        But self-service in religion never, no never, is blocked!

 

Self-interest in religion stays hid and can seldom be ‘fessed up,

        And that’s quite sad!

But with the rest of the universe cleaned up,

        Things aren’t too bad!

 

Well, actually high-tech space-man science and our computers,

        Have a quite workable solution,

But we let religion with its great self-dealing self-interest live,

        Humility is born of pollution!

 

Sand in an oyster,      (Makes a pearl, you know, or)

        Tremendous high-pressure makes black coal into diamonds,

Self-interest lives,      (We let such weed-tares grow)

        So that cub cultures kill it in themselves, to become lions.

 

In That Day,

        Few are much mature,

God wants us,

        Better, more pure!

 

The greatest self-interest, when properly understood,

        Is to kill the personal, ugly part of it,

That’s what In That Day’s about: the godliest good,

        So beautiful, Christ-in-You’s art in it.

 

It’s God’s indwelling,

        That makes self-dealing a sham,

God’s indwelling puts,

        In us: the great I AM!

 

 

 

 

November 2, 2011 RE:  Poem “How I Met a Death Whisperer”…

 

This poem is quite profound, Robert; a very mysterious yet creative work; it appropriately comes against the spiritual gloom trying to descend upon the light the day before the kingdom of darkness celebrates its most evil, pagan (unholy)day. 

 

What a great reminder of how wonderful it is TO BE (live, walk and talk) in the light!  "God is light, and in Him is no darkness at all."  (1 John 1:5b)

 

Just like Paul was once a Saul, anyone can go from being a "death whisperer" to one who gives out the "breath of life" to all who are in desperate need of spiritual resuscitation.  These poor souls gasp for air, choking on the fumes of dead religion, polluted with the clouds of fear, greed, and laziness generated by bad doctrines preached incessantly from pulpits across the land.

 

"And the Lord God formed man of the dust from the ground, and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life; and man became a living soul."  Gen 2:7   

 

Does this not want to make us cry out from the depths of our being, "Oh, breathe on me breath of God, fill me with life anew..." 

 

Keep up the great work, poet-warrior Robert!

 

Chris Quinn

Reno, Nevada

 

 

 


How I Met a Death Whisperer

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #9 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 10/30/11 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 

It was a dark man that came to me,

    And with dark words, he said,

I’ll whisper my death-whisper to you,

        As I choke out your head!

 

With my fingers around your throat,

        The last thing you’ll ever hear,

Is: In That Day Teachings have died,

        And the world will cheer!

 

No more talk of Christ-in-You,

        No more stopping Fear, Greed and Slouch!

No more High Ways or Old Paths,

        Of Correction: just same-old couch!

 

Same old couch of comfortable religion,

        Ruling in every single way,

You’ll hear my death whisper, oh Christ-in-You One,

        You’ve lost!  You’ve lost!  All soon will say!

 

Maybe, I said.  Maybe,

        You’re right!

But why the bluster?  Why,

        The fight?

 

What scares the pants off you?

        Oh darkest of dark men of religion,

Are you scared of what’s true?

        Why so scared of Christ-in-You reason?

 

Because: that you are light, proves without doubt,

        That our abominable religion of darkness is wrong!

All we need is to choke off that light,

        And our dark religion will remain ossified-strong!

 

Fear!  Oh man of incomprehensible light, fear!

        Fear our death-whisper we send to you!

I won’t fear it!  Nor will I hear it!

        It’s time you be Christ imbued!

 

Weep!  Wail!  Howl!   Oh, Lords of Darkness,

        You’ve worshipped popular laziness, fear and greed!

He said, Maybe, maybe: I and my kind would,

        If we could believe In That Day’s creed!

 

Believe Ancient Paths of Correction,

        Believe Paul’s High Ways and Christ-in-You!

Bright One, your faith is stronger than ours,

        If we honor you, what will God do?

 

If you honor the indwelt-of-God,

        That is to say, if you swallow your old-abomination pride,

God can cleanse your antichrist ways,

        Behold, Christ will come quickly, in your ameliorative ride!

 

And the unbelievers will not believe you,

        Formerly fallen you, now have Christ’s mind, love and power!

And after a while, you’ll have to deal with,

        Dark Ones who threaten you with their death-whisper shower!

 

You see me now: so bright in God,

        But formerly I was like you, a Saul, a Death-Whisper Agent!

I repented, as you now sob,

        Thus heaven expands, like Paul, with each true prophet nascent!

 

You are a prophet making prophets?

        The Dark One said to me,

Covet the prophetic!  Don’t mock it!

        And Christ will set you free!

 

The Dark One said, This rends!  And my head spins!

        I would rather keep this quite simple.  You are a pimple!

And I will snuff you out!  And without a doubt!

        Nay rather, dim friend!  My faith: a greater eliminator!

 

Nothing stops the love of Christ!

        Give up and turn to light, Dark Defender of Churchianity!

You win, persistent man of light,

        Christ-in-You and others shall defeat all insanity!

 

But, it feels weird, me a champion Death Whisperer,

        Now abounding with God’s indwelt light!

Get used to it!  He never leaves good doctrine,

        Like old apostles, you’ve got God’s might!

 

This is how we meet Death Whisperers,

        Every single time, God mysteriously in others: percolating!

Hoping to convert darkness to light,

        With God’s In That Day rhyme, His ironic merrymaking!

 

So then, it’s honor unto whom honor is due!

        By God, that prophet-poet in Reno got it right!

He offers nothing less than Christ-in-You!

        Why does Churchianity prolong its winless fight?

 

So many, trapped in pride, believing memes and tropes,

        Which make them ghoulish, dark: Death Whisperers,

They say to themselves: they know it all, all the ropes,

        When they could be the Great I-AM-Who-IS bearers!

 

Such is Christian spirituality,

        As the world of faith now is!

Awaken to Reno’s In That Day,

        Teachings and honor: do not miss!

 

Death Whisperers honor no one,

        Save memorized, dead scripture, dead religion and their quite dead god!

To be light-bearers In That Day,

        Honor Christ’s light-bearers, and then God removes all brain-fog!

 

It’s simple,

        Yet queasy!

Be humble,

        God’s easy!

 

Death Whisperers,            (Languishing in uncontested, surreal moral idiocy!)

        Please, do not fear!

Christ-in-You comes,      

        Then God: is near!      (Causing sight-blinding in others, until they see!)

 

Yes, God is inside: near,

        When Christ-in-You comes!

Shiny are In That Day’s,

        Body of work: suns!

 

 

 

 

 

What if Spiritual Sight Was More Than What’s Taught?

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #9 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 10/19/11 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 

What if having ears to hear and eyes to see,

    Were much more than what preachers thought?

And bad church doxie smears what needs to be,

        With hell’s wrong doctrine church has bought!

 

The Reno In That Day Teachings,

        Quite bold: say so!

Proclaiming ancient high ways God,

        Of old, does go.

 

Thus, students of In That Day Teachings,

        Profit much,

Same students: in high ways of hearing and seeing,

        Not off much.

 

But then again, who in modern churchdom,

        Could this believe?

Their castle of thoughts causing shakedowndom,

        Leaking as sieve!

 

Hence, the perfect dilemma,

        Them who need to see and hear: can’t!

In That Day Teachings give sight,

        But the blind say the seeing: shan’t!

 

God set it up so,

        So the blind wouldn’t be too early condemned,

I pause and say, Oh!

        God, You want that sight would be so hemmed?

 

Why give sight,

        If seeing minds are to be generally scorned, mocked and persecuted?

Well, I guess,

        You have doors of thought open, others locked, all perfect executed!

 

What if ears to hear and eyes to see,

        Were more to find and mine than just what most preachers taught?

They pray years: to hear, yet still not free!

        Who’s blind of what?  Who’s mind of what?  God does as ought!

 

Regarding In That Day Teachings,

        Its author, so vainly seeks for popular credit,

But God’s mystery reachings,

        Mainly work above mere man’s ocular edit.

 

Thus, God is,

        And man is not,

We can climb,

        But then meet block.

 

I laud Father being so near yet far away,

        My mind, spirit, body are Christ-in-You synchronized: much improved!

Thanks, God!  But your sheep!  Oy vey!

        Can In That Day help them?  Mercy, God, on your blind-deaf brood!

 

 

 

Ode to Robert Maryboy

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #9 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 10/15/11 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 

I met Jesus living in a man,

    At Four Corners in the Southwest, named Robert Maryboy,

He’s a Navajo Dine artist,

        Easy to meet, hard to part with, a man great with God’s joy.

 

He paints spirit-filled paintings,

        Of Monument Valley, the burnt-red geography of the mind,

He has a booth at Four Corners,

        Find Jesus in him, and you will have found a good find.

 

He said his income with painting,

        Helps him help the drug-torn or those coming off booze,

What would Jesus do with sainting?

        It’s not yours or mine, but Father God’s to choose.

 

Surname: Maryboy,

        Given to his grandfather by a reservation Catholic priest,

Ironic humor,

        God always seems to be confronting us, to say the least!

 

I salute you, Robert Maryboy,             (When we met you blessed my son!)

        Yet God picked a rather strange place for Cupid to hide in!

Because, none of us are God, oiy!        (I pray majesty in you just for fun!)

        For God, not man, picks whom to ride side-by-side in!

 

 

My Failed Free-Speech Thought Experiment

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #9 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 10/14/11 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 

Well, I wanted to help the poor,

        The widow and the orphan!

So, I became a preacher: dour,

        But soon I was a morphin’!

 

I had wanted that my sheep,

        Would learn to draw: intelligent, fine-mental distinctions!

I had wanted them: freer,

        Smarter, more sophisticated Abraham Lincolns!

 

Lincolns of thinking,

        Who couldn’t be duped by religious or political conmen of the day!

But then, me blinking,

        I lost faith!  I lost faith!  ‘Cause how would the sheep, me, then pay?

 

So, then I sunk it,

        My free-speech thought experiment!

Now, I monk it,

        With milk-repeat merriment!

 

I teach the trusting poor, the widow, the orphan,

        Christianity: in a knee-jerk, almost superstitious way!

And I teach fixed-rule tithing because I can,

        Regarding my self-interest, of course, I won’t say!

 

Any person trying to correct me,

        That I might truly feed Christ’s sheep!

I transmogrify into a threat,

        Free inquiry: shut!  Not a peep!

 

No peep out of the poor-of-brain,

        Widow-of-mind or orphan-of-thought!

It’s wonderfully mind-boggling,

        With this con of mine, all bought a lot!

 

You see, I looked at the Mandarin Overlords,

        A little to the right on the Intelligence Bell Curve,

And I thought I’d be smart enough to be one,

        And I have been!  And I stick to it with great verve!

 

God made it so very easy to do,

        With the never-ending repetition (it is so puerile) of the teaching of milk!

Only problem: it’s not working,

        Mandarin thought-castles are crashing! Naked, we’re without bilked silk!

 

In That Day, that far-over to the flat-right,

        Intelligence Bell Curve, Reno-based fellow,

Said: our cheap-thought overlord church cons,

        Would turn from Babylon brick to Jello!

 

We’ve tried ignoring this prophet’s message,

        In truth, for years and years!

And now, our worst nightmares come true,

        Our tired message gets jeers!

 

We have in the past preferred just,

        Two prophetic messages: crazy rapture or crazier excitement,

Neither now works at all!  At all!

        Rainbow stew disbelieved, rapture seen as frighten-ment!

 

So then, here comes Burke with In That Day Teachings,

        A veritable Rosetta stone of understanding!

Saying: Christ-in-You comes, behold, quickly,

        In mature souls with doctrine of good standing!

 

Doctrine proved correct in God’s sight,

        By the creative indwelling of Christ making poems!

In fact, this Reno fellow’s got might,

        In a spiritual way!  He breathes out God’s tomes! 

 

Enough already, with the poor, widow and orphan,

        Free-speech thought experiment!

I’ll never stop preaching milk,

        I’m like a monkey that keeps grinding organ!

 

In That Day Teachings,

        Have no larger-thought, mental uplift: Christ-in-You for me!

I’ll stick with the old,

        The old preaching that doesn’t work, that sets none free!

 

Why?  Well, pride of course,

        In That Day Teachings cannot be right; preachers wrong!

Scribes and Pharisees,

        We are, in the Twenty-first Century, still strong!

 

Pshaw on thinking critically!

        Pshaw on Western Enlightenment’s corrective protocols!

Sheep will never catch us sinning,

        Neither will God.  We’ve got the Devil’s own balls!

 

I know!  I know!  It’s especially and stunningly mind-boggling,

        When you actually come right down honestly to it!

We say: Leave off Christ-in-You In That Day Teachings,

        And keep with wolf-moron Mandarins: who blew it!

 

We’ve been blind to Christ-in-You brilliance,

        In the past, also today and will be in all kinds of future!

Don’t worry, oh poor, widows and orphans,

        We’ll sew shut all eyes, using religion as kind suture!

 

Shocked?  Shocked?

        You’re shocked: gambling with souls is going on here?

Go to sleep!

        Close your eyes!  Have an ice-cold church beer!

 

There, there!  We Lords of Milk Churchianity,

        Expertly know how to treat minds like a baby!

Don’t think In That Day Teachings are right!

        Christ-in-You is nothing.  Not even maybe!

 

Choose you this day,

        The well-worn memes and tropes of milk-ish overlording!

Or God’s great meat,

        Power, love and sound mind of Christ-in-You boarding!

 

Oops! As a milk pastor,

        I must put it to you better!

Chewing meat is hard!

        Be a milk-mush go-getter!

 

There, there!  Dear sheep,

        You’re almost as blind as little old milk-preacher: me!

And that’s just what,

        God, or perhaps His nemesis, wants us all: to be!

 

You, dear reader of this, you most especially,

        Must not agree God has given this one man truth!

Is what he says in the bible?  Yes?  I agree,

        But so what if it is?  Christ-in-You: now forsooth!

 

Leave off all belief,

        Christ comes quickly in you or me now: today!

First Century, maybe,

        Now? Forget it!  It’s milk that lets wolves prey!

 

Just give us milk, oh Father,

        Not this Christ-in-You, Who is our stranger!

Anything but Christ-in-You!

        Haven’t you, oh God, made me herd ranger?

 

I’m a mighty, mighty herd ranger,

        Devising endless stratagems on milk Churchianity!

Come on, God!  Admit: such genius!

        Dead-in-Christedness beats all!  Or is it insanity?

 

Maybe it’s time: to intelligently and deeply consider,

        The myriad points of light in In That Day Teachings are inspired: true,

But overwhelming us: this is, for babies, too hard!

        God, you want milk sheep to eat meat?  What, God, should babies do?

 

Shall we honor the teachings?

        And honor that certain creative mind of God in Reno?

What?  Honor Robert Burke?

        Now that is a laugh!  What, pray tell, does he know?

 

Us average preachers,

        We write no poems, no teachings, no tomes, no: nothing at all!

Believe us, not him!

        And the world can soar with us on the great milky-way cabal!

 

Perhaps it will not end well,

        Perhaps In That Day is, behold then, God’s own right!

Hooh!  And what if it was?

        Just deserts would be served: with God’s Sun light!

 

Men loved darkness back then,

        In truth, most of us still do!

Too bad this Burke was born,

        Church folk have tons to rue!

 

And if we did, well, I mean,       (being demure!)

        Weep, and wail and then howl,

Christ-in-You might be seen,      (by the pure!)

        Come, Lord Jesus.  Fill all.

 

But damn that Robert Burke!  And damn the bible’s last page,

        Which says three times in red Christ comes, eyes to see, behold quickly!

I’m the man with a much-copied plan, ever the latest rage!

        Let’s be un-imbued milk zombies!  We blind-eye see: we’re not sickly!

 

Because the end of the world, brother,

        Is never (oh, sigh!) quite near,

Just Jesus, in another,

        If you have His eye or ear.

 

Fortunately or unfortunately for our progeny,

        Life will go on,                           (It always does, it will not miss!)

Only the legacy of Christ-in-You,

        Will make them strong.              (As Christ was, will be and is!)

 

We must stop fighting In That Day Teachings,

        They’ve come, a weighty work, at last!

Though an enigma, they’ll quicken us,

        God-imbued for greater work: fast!

 

Sorry, In That Day Teachings,

        Sorry, Robert Winkler Burke!

We now believe Christ-in-You,

        God, in us, now at work!

 

Man, we were proud!

        Man, we were stubborn!     (Yet, God with us did not, in any way, tire!)

Thanks for the faith,

        Man must be reborn!          (God, light in us: Your In That Day fire!)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The In That Day Teachings:  Meat Manifesto

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #9 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 10/12/11 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 

 

 

We, as Christ-in-You manifesting abodes, are called to expunge wrong doctrine and establish right doctrine in our souls such that we sufficiently have eyes to see and ears to hear to comprehend God’s hand moving, inquire and if prompted: to engage in assignments to expand God’s kingdom of milk and meat believers.  We hold there are no fixed rules or platitudes, but guideposts.  We pledge to have God’s proper harmony with all things good and proper discord with all things evil.  Hence, we pledge mutual dedication to self-restraint, which is liberty, a thing God cherishes.  We strive to salute and bless Christ-in-You holy flexibility in others, that our spiritual dwellings not be desolate and to encourage the meat in God-bearers.  Our goal In That Day, which is now, is to have manifest in us God’s highest love, Jesus Christ, who behold, comes quickly in power, love and a sound mind.  Even so, come, Lord Jesus.  Come quickly!  Come!

 

 

 

 

The Christian:  Stuck-in-Milk Manifesto

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #9 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 10/12/11 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

We, as Christ followers, are called to love freely, live simply, give generously and tell as many people as possible about Jesus.  That’s it.  And only it.  (We ignore any higher calling, especially those manifesting our actual Jesus Christ in the here and now, whom, of course, we are likely to crucify, stone or imprison rather than receive with blessings – blessings which would remove our desolate-of-God condition of Dead-in-Christedness.  For with our platitudes, rigid simplicity and small-mindedness: we truly, truly know not what we do.  That is: until In That Day, which we disallow, and God does a Book of Job number on us, which might help us grow into meat, humility, indwelling of God and forgiveness toward our milk brothers who then later crucify us.)  It’s simple.  It’s what we do all the time.  Regardless! 

 

 

Could it Be?  Could it Be?

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #9 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 10/08/11 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 

 

Could it be? Asked the oracle,

        Of Oh-How-We’re-Stuck-and-Don’t Change,

Could it be? Asked the oracle,

        Of As for-Us-We’ll-Never-Spirit-Rearrange.

 

Could it be? We are supposed to chuck,

        Our lousy, untrue, bad-fruit Christian doxie,

Could it be?  Lies in religion make yuck,

        Only loved by rebels of independent moxie.

 

Could it be?  Heaven is described,

        By one word: Truth!

Could it be?  Hell is what we believe,

        Lies without proof!

 

Could it be?  Christ-in-You returns,

        Unseen by church-blinded people of countless religious prides,

Could it be?  In That Day Teachings,

        Ferret out lies so that: Behold, quickly God-in-man abides!

 

Could it be?  It’s a percentage game,

        Wherein lying doctrine expunged is replaced with good,

Could it be?  Once enough lies removed,

        God flies and lives inside us, under our soul’s hood.

 

Could it be?  Revival isn’t far away,

        If only our beloved demonic doctrines were disbelieved by enough,

Could it be?  Revival is quite doable,

        If God’s people, who are called by His name, would get tough.

 

Could it be?  God’s stubborn people,

        Must toughen up and say goodbye to their long-held religious lies,

Could it be?  Now: Christ-in-You!

        Is what the abandonment of wrong and purchase of truth buys.

 

 

 

Why We Love the Milky Nondom Narrative!

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #9 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 10/06/11 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 

 

 

 

 

I’m a Milky Nondom Narrative pastor,

    Struggling with my weight,

        Struggling with my caffeine fate,

        Struggling with my unintelligent pate,

It’s Milky Nondom Narrative revival that I’m after,

        My church really must double in size!

        Or perchance, a more greedy: quadruple rise!

        My self-interest, I hope my sheep don’t surmise!

 

I’m a Milky Nondom Narrative Pastor,

        We all have rebelled against orthodoxy,

        Our style: we teach a baby story with much moxie,

        We teach all but maturity, on that we put a lock!  See?

I am a Milky-Nondom-Narrative master,

        Repeating milky line upon line,

        We worship infantilism!  It’s most Divine!

        And we keep our diapers!  There is no changing time!

 

We worship the Milky Nondom Narrative,

        Nothing dumber in the world, really, than us,

        Of course, smart folk we hold in maximum disgust,

        Our doctrines make us lower in thought than, well, dust!

We won’t change our Milky Nondom Narrative,

        To hell with Paul’s meat and higher things,

        To hell with Christ-in-You, what true doctrine brings!

        To hell with In That Day Teachings, just puerility: our bell rings!

 

Our god is the Milky Nondom Narrative,

        We are totally incurious about God’s higher ground,

        We loath and despise it when maturity: others have found,

        When we find such an one, we pound him or her to the ground!

We insist on the Milky Nondom Narrative,

        No other god, no other way shall ever rule!

        As we are idiots, we replicate the dunce on the stool,

        But only one thing makes us mad.  Don’t say we are a fool!

 

Our faith is in the Milky Nondom Narrative,

        It never has healed any one,

        But if you heal like God’s Son,

        You, and all like you, we will disown!

Our universe is the Milky Nondom Narrative,

        We will break if you tell us about steak!

        Forever adolescent, that’s the god we make!

        Don’t warn us or help us.  Don’t say we are just fake!

 

Don’t ever say we have a Milky Nondom Narrative,

        That leaders personally own all the assets!

        Don’t expose who gets tithe’s ill-gotten baskets!

        We conveniently hide behind milky worldview mask sets!

Nothing is greater than our Milky Nondom Narrative,

        We are what is.  And that’s it!  There is no more!

        We say what came and comes and what will be in store,

        Our heads are white.  We have the wisdom of the ancient hoar.

 

 

 

 

Further Explaining In That Day Teachings

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #9 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 10/05/11 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

How can we understand In That Day Teachings?  Consider that Martin Luther began the Reformation movement back in October 31, 1517 when, as a German monk, he made a letter of 95 Theses, a list of complaints about the Catholic doctrines of the day.  His theses were widely distributed, due to the recently invented printing press.  From there, the Protestant Movement began.

 

Now, 494 years later, we can ask:  What has the Protestant Religion become?  In That Day Teachings looks upon the common doctrines of modern Christianity, and finds that liberty has turned into licentiousness.  Whereas Protestant freedom from rigid orthodoxy might have developed great Christ-in-You promulgation, instead we see shenanigans, hidden enslavement and loss of liberty both in the cleric and political realms.  Hidden slavery-of-mind rules the day.  Amazingly, the more Churchianity is taught, the stupider people become!

 

Church and state seem to work hand in glove to create hidden enslavement programs of socialism and zombieism.  Idiocracy seems to be encouraged, questions and critical thinking are not!  Preachers will not answer questions!

 

Further, Churchianity’s pastors seem to enjoy playing smash-the-mole with whomever might manifest Christ-in-You!  Real manifestations of Christ-in-You cannot normally find voice in pulpit, but rather find themselves kicked out of church!  The only free speech in church seems reserved for wayward leadership.

 

Such leaders are incurious about their inability to promulgate Christ-in-You.  They have no Openness to Higher Ground, a tenant of Western Enlightenment.  Hence, there is more than a little truth to the following joke:

 

A young man in Ireland brings his fiancé to Dublin to meet his family for the first time.  The mother asks the bride-to-be to say something about herself. 

 

The young woman says, “I am a prostitute.” 

 

Whereupon the mother shrieks and faints.  The family revives the mother by sprinkling water on her face.  After recovering, the mother asks the young woman to start over.

 

Again, the young woman says, “I am a prostitute.”

 

The mother says, “Oh, fine and well!  At first, I thought you said you were a Protestant!”

       

 

25 Lines and Precepts of In That Day Teachings

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #9 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 10/04/11 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

1)     There are no fixed rules only guidelines.  Thou shalt have no other gods…

Especially, thou shalt have no fixed-tithe-rigid-righteous rules of entrapment and hidden self-interest of deceived and deceiving rulers.  Have faith in God!

2)     A grape matures in the presence of a mature grape, so too high discipleship.

3)     We worship God in Spirit and Truth, God confirms when both are, or not.

4)     Modern church wayward doctrines make fear, greed and slouch – not faith! 

5)     Rapture makes fear, blinds folk to Christ-in-You and is extremely wrong.

6)     Prosperity Give-to-Get makes greed, increases pride and is evil and wrong.

7)     Eternal Security makes slouch and uselessness to God.  It is also wrong.

8)     Truth rings like a bell.  Lies make a cracked-bell sound.  Most can hear both.

9)     Correct doctrine, which is love, redounds unto Christ-in-You, not: not. Christ-in-You maturity gives proper accord and discord with good and evil, a great two-way-radio with God and profound Trinity witness from within.

10) Unless you bless Christ-in-You in others, your spiritual abode stays void.

11) Pride and rigid righteousness are milk that blinds, the opposite gives sight.

12) God is the Word.  Words must not be used in antipode!  (Not guys: men!)

13) Milk things repeat unto vanity.  Steak lines & precepts give God-bearing.

14) Milkers have low to no assignments.  Steakers get God’s great assignments.

15) Rigid righteous Milkers persecute and crucify God’s holy flexible Steakers.

16) Milkers need one-way hypocrisy preaching.  Steakers: holy reciprocity.

17) God put freedom in man’s breast.  This freedom has hard-won protocols advanced via Greek-Roman-Jewish-Gothic Christian heritage:  Western Enlightenment.  It is to be taught, defended and advanced by the church.

18) Wayward church is profoundly anti-freedom, anti-Western Enlightenment, anti-intellectual and anti-critical thought.  Hidden enslavement is madness.

19) Self-defense and the means to do so are just, proper and of God’s love.

20) Immature doctrines create baby brains, blind eyes, deaf ears and hatred.  Mature doctrines enable high thought, eyes to see, ears to hear and love.

21) Steakers at best serve God and man, Milkers at worst serve self and evil.

22) Steakers seem alone but work in peace.  Milkers seem united but aren’t.

23) Ancient Paths of Correction, Paul’s High Ways and Christ-in-You are it.

24) If orthodoxy is too rigid and modern Protestantism is too loose, the answer may be the structured holy flexibility of In That Day Teachings.  Have faith!

25) Thus, now is the time we let God make His Goldilocks choice: Neither too doctrinally loose and COLD, nor too doctrinally rigid and HOT, but In That Day: Structured Holy Flexible: JUST RIGHT for God’s un-conflicted inhabitation in POWER, LOVE and a SOUND MIND, which is Behold, I come quickly:  CHRIST-IN-YOU.  Now!  And forever.  Even so, come Lord Jesus!

 

 

Let the Poisons in the Mud Hatch Out!

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #9 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 10/03/11 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 

 

From Robert Graves’ I, Claudius, wherein Emperor Claudius writes a grim, yet hopeful passage, in which he predicts that his successor, the mad, self-destructive Nero, shall accomplish the greatest good for mankind’s freedom by showing government’s evil:

 “I have decided Nero should follow me so that one day the empire will revert back to the Republic, that is to some form of representative government. I have been too good an emperor, too fair and too honest. I will give Rome Nero and when he is done with Rome, Rome will be done with emperors altogether. It will be bad, exceedingly bad…worse even than Caligula but they have to have the whole terrible truth about just how bad it can be before they come to their senses. Let all of the poisons that lurk in the mud, hatch out.

 

 

Let the poisons hatch out!

        Let the poisons hatch out!

               Let the poisons hatch out!

                        That’s always and ever what I hear the Spirit say,

The churches are crazy!

        Mentally, pastors lazy!

               Yet: muck makes a daisy!

                        Always, that’s the answer I hear when I pray.

 

Robert Graves wrote I, Claudius,

        Let the poisons hatch out, said the great emperor!

It’s what God has told me,

        About church, and why it’s not fixed: caveat emptor!

 

Let the buyer beware!

        The only solution God is, for now, supporting,

In That Day Teachings: made!

        Yet, for now, all its truth: most folk are aborting.

 

Why, oh God, take decades out of my life,

        To have a holistic, Rosetta stone of understanding: rejected?

Why, oh God, work hard to ferret out lies,

        When Christian leaders, who should know better, call it: fetid!

 

Only God Himself,

        Not man, not even the Devil,

Could un-blind so few,

        And let the rest: stew in evil!

 

Hence our present age,

        Of mass dystopian, yet so popular, pulpit and political fecundity!

Despite Robert Burke’s,

        In That Day Teachings, those who can’t see, can’t be free indeed!

 

What could be sadder?

        Great truths now in reach!

What could be madder?

        Ears plugged, none can teach!

 

Why, why, why?  Oh, God!

        Why can’t In That Day Teachings, they understand?

Poisons in the mud!

        Be patient, My scribe in Reno, be a man!

 

The poisons in the mud must hatch out,

        It’s a story as old as Rome!

Lies full grown, prove who is prophet or lout,

        Heaven is where truth has a home!

 

Yes for now,

        Few modern Christians have brains enough stout,

In That Day,

        Soon, they’ll imbibe high teachings, then shout!

 

Hurrah for In That Day Teachings!

        Wow, God must have blinded us!

Dumb and deceiving many were,

        Devilish ways blinded us!

 

Fascinating, the story will be,

        What un-blinkers modern Christiandom!

Until then, In That Day Teachings wait,

        To be discovered by folks God kept dumb!

 

Until In That Day, then,

        Its rediscovered truths remain unseen, unknown, unrevealed!

Have mercy on them, Lord!

        They know not what they do, as veneer from them is pealed!

 

Could modern Christians be any more stuporous: deaf or blind?

        Surely, we’re near the end of that!  (Wince!)

Could these Christians be more ready for heaven’s ears or sight?

        Surely, hard times accomplish that!  (Hence!)

 

Let the poisons hatch out!

        Let the poisons hatch out!

               Let the poisons hatch out!

                        That’s always and ever what I hear the Spirit say,

The churches are crazy!

        Mentally, pastors lazy!

               Yet: muck makes a daisy!

                        Always, that’s the answer I hear when I pray.

 

 

An Advanced Degree in Thinking

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #4 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 3/21/09 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 

 

 

What I needed was a retarded,

Oops!  I mean, advanced degree in thinking,

So I immersed myself in fantastic,

            Oops!  I mean, enlightened Christian preaching.

 

Me and tens of millions of deceived,

            Oops!  I mean, genius Christians did this,

So on elections we would be fooled,

            Oops!  I mean, ruled without prejudice.

 

We also learned when fleeced, how to stop it,

            Oops!  I mean, to not touch God’s own anointed,

So when voting for US President our trance,

            Oops!  I mean, our spirit picked the one appointed.

 

I just thank God for my education from antichrist,

            Oops!  I mean Christian broadcasting,

I’m happy, no honored, to send money to them,

            Oops!  I mean to Mandarins governing.

 

People who don’t understand my compliance, I hate,

            Oops!  I mean, I kindly, compassionately tolerate,

Who cares?  Our leaders from pulpit to capitol devour,

            Oops!  I mean, have our best interests at stake.

 

My pulpit and political leaders fly high in their hubris,

            Oops!  I mean, wonderful executive jets,

My pulpit and political leaders are selfish cannibals,

            Oops!  I mean, selfless workers for my best!

 

Christian Broadcast has made me profoundly un-American,

            Oops!  I mean, the perfect patriot,

When demagogues speak and do evil, I’m so deaf and blind,

            Oops!  I mean, I’ll agree to hate not.

 

My friends say my brain is full of twisted propaganda,

            Oops!  I mean so Christ-like and Christ-emanating,

They see the doctrines I was immersed uncritically in,

            Oops!  They’re now arrested, due for terminating.

 

Behold, Jesus is now in my refined soul quickly coming!

            Oops! I mean: I’ll soon be raptured,

I’m not lazy, but it’s fun to know evil is mind numbing!

            Oops! Which god has me captured?

 

 

Listen to Him!  Listen to Him!

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #9 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 9/29/11 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 

Listen to him!  Listen to him!

        The Spirit said,                    (There is a reason!)

I’d rather not!  I’d rather not!

        Rather, I: dead.                  (It’s not my season!)

 

Listen to him!  Listen to him!

        The Spirit once more said,   (There is a very good reason!)

Listen to poems?  To diatribes?

        I’d much rather: be dead!    (So, don’t charge me treason!)

 

You’re not dead now, with your rigid religion?

        With your little and far between revelations?

The Spirit asked me!  And I had to admit,

        This author, Robert Burke, had great thought creations!

 

But my God!  Poems on top of poems!

        What was I to do with that?

Listen to him!  Listen to him!

        They would help what’s under hat!

 

The Spirit said most of us have been brainwashed!

        And therefore, the greater and greatest things of God are hidden,

The Spirit said, Learn In That Day Teachings,

        Learn myriad lines and precepts, then Christ-in-You is bidden!

 

When Christ-in-You comes to mature minds,

        Once deprogrammed of normal Christian brainwashing,

Your life becomes poetic, well just like,

        In That Day Teachings, a sword of truth: lie-bashing!

 

A sword like no other,

        The greater ways of Christ-in-You right now: indwelling!

That’s In That Day Teachings,

        A plural singularity of God’s mind swelling!

 

God’s mind swelling with great pride,

        As man’s mind swallows his,

Pride.  For pride isn’t of God,

        But intelligence: is!

 

For intelligence and truth only increase,

        At pride and rigidity’s expense!

Thus, the poems are necessarily hard,

        Lest too many get in God’s mind tent!

 

So then, where is the one great, precise list,

        Of these vaunted In That Day Teachings of Reno?

Nay, lines and precepts are not list-able,

        Just inhabitable!  God asks, Why say: you know?

 

You know better?  You know what to reject?

        You think rejecting In That Day Teachings is a good bet?

You want prophesying of rainbow stew?

        Have faith in prophetic terra-forming.  God’s not done yet!

 

You think long-distance disciplining is easy?

        Self-replicating Christ-in-You across distance and time!

Drink Robert Burke’s cup of reeling.  Be queasy!

        Shame on you for judging what God can do with Reno rhyme!

 

The Christian world has long been,

        Cynically manipulative and not just fallow, but cosmically immoral!

In That Day Teachings are true,

        For lie-imbibers, great truth is hard to swallow.  Yet truth is for all!

 

Listen to him!  Listen to him!            (Be beyond a human!)

        The Spirit quite sternly said,      (I was in virtual-vaunting, Jezebel-wed!)

I did!  I did!  Now inside,                  (A reborn new man!)

        I am not berserker-dead!           (No longer stoning prophet’s head!)

 

Now I help the milk-taught blinkered work against all religious rigidity,

        Because holy flexible are God’s own saints: beloved and free!

Who knew?  Robert Winkler Burke’s lovely poems destroy soul-perfidy!

        Now I and In That Day Teachings want Christ-in-You: in ye!

 

Listen to him!  Listen to him!

        The Spirit said,            (Be that blood You Testament, so now choose!)

I shall not rot!  I shall not rot!

        Poems, I read.              (In That Day Teachings, I did and do peruse!)

 

 

 

 

 

 

Fermi’s Paradox and the Search for Christ-in-You

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #9 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 9/28/11 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 

Astronomers pondering space have asked the question,

        Why have they not detected signs of intelligent life?

The odds seem to indicate life should have been found,

        Because sufficiency of planets could make life rife!

 

Indeed, the universe may be expanding,

        With intelligent life that is ahead of us everywhere,

But we just don’t know it or see it!

        The astronomers ask, wherein does this thought err?

 

Thus astronomers and philosophers,

        Ponder what is known as the Fermi Paradox,

Named after astronomer Enrico Fermi,

        Who pulled this idea out of his brain box.

 

So now I posit to you,

        A modification of this brain puzzler,

Where are Christ-in-You’s right now?

        Has church been creator or muzzler?

 

Is Christ now manifesting,

        Largely somewhere in a person or people?

After two-thousand years,

        Have pastors made God-bearers or sheeple?

 

Now those astronomer Fermi Paradox puzzlers,

        Wonder if alien intelligence has come, but we can’t see it!

Which is a good thought for Christ-in-You seekers,

        Because if you can’t see it, you can’t be it!

 

Blessed are the pure in heart,

        For they shall see God,

We might see Christ in children,

        But adults?  Too odd!

 

Too odd, we think, to see Christ,

        In woman or man,

It’s pride that blinds us, yes pride,

        Pride: few understand.

 

Pride blinds us from saying,

        Bless you for coming in the nature of the Lord,

If we could do that,

        We’d see more Christ-in-You’s!  And perhaps: Fermi’s hoard!

 

Christ’s visage is so alien to our stubborn eyes,

        We think when it emerges: the person’s a freak!

Hence Christ-in-You remains quite a stranger,

        In a strange land: One who can never speak!

 

Pastors oft play smash-the-mole,

        When Christ in a congregant pops up,

Sheep therefore: taught to despise,

        When Christ fills soul and mind’s cup.

 

So we remain thoroughly blind to intelligent life,

        Here on our blue, green and brown Earth,

Perhaps if we would see one we’d see the other,

        Both would give God and man mirth!

 

What use intelligence,

        Without true wisdom?

In That Day we welcome,

        Our Creator’s Son!

 

Because if we, in gross spiritual-blind immaturity,

        Cannot see God-in-man manifesting now on our own beloved planet,

When God reveals His life in what appears alien,

        Will we have smash-the-mole fear?  Or with blessings: understand it!

 

To sum up, Fermi’s Paradox simply asks,

        The: “So, where are they?”  most excellent question,

It is good also regarding Christ-in-You,

        Find ‘em, bless ‘em: That’s my strong suggestion!

 

Unless you say blessed is he who comes in the name and the nature,

        Of the Lord,

Your house will remain unto to desolate, which we see in all except,

        God’s hoard!

 

And pride, pride is mankind’s strange hinge-point dividing line,

        Between who’s in-filled with God’s Christ and who’s not!

Those with humility to see God in others and bless them get Him,

        Inside:  Those with pride, can’t see what they haven’t got!

 

The great Fermi Paradox may, in this way,

        Nicely be solved,

The restoration of all things: In That Day,

        Twice resolved.

 

 

 

 

 

 

From Book 2 of In That Day Teachings…

 

Available free to look at on the website:   www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

Just Prayers – With believers who worship weakness you will often hear prayers with the word “just.”  It sounds like this:  God, just heal my son.  God, just help me get a job.  Lord, just give us world peace.  The list is infinite.  And God may be tempted to respond to such immaturity with, “Just shut up!”  What is the problem?  Well, God is not going to change the way the universe works because we pray a “God, just do something” prayer.  Imagine the audacity!  We lamely say in a weak spirit, “God, just change the rules for me.”  That would, um, make us God, no?  Since God is God and we are not, let us abandon these unjust petitions.  Psalm 91:11-12 says God “shall give his angels charge over thee, to keep thee in all thy (unchangeable) ways…They shall bear thee up in their hands, lest thou dash they foot against a stone.”  The stone means God’s immutable ways of the universe.  God gives us angels to keep us from breaking His unchangeable ways and banging our selves against them, if we could…just stop…the just God fix it prayers.

 

 

“We Just” Pray for Insouciant Dis-Excalibur-ation!

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #9 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 9/26/11 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 

 

Dear Lord of immature churches everywhere,

        “We just” say, especially here in the United States,

“We just” pray for babyish, insouciant care,

        “We just” are your dis-Excalibur-ated greats!

 

Here so many of us proud church leaders, you know,

        “We just” pray for our self-serving rule of Not-to-Believe!

In all those high-path In That Day Teachings of Reno,

        Extinguish the guilt incurred by our blind-to-sight-sieve!

 

We will not see, no never, what we will not see!

        Granted: In That Day Teachings are a sword like no other!

Therefore “we just” pray for insouciant,

        Dis-Excalibur-ation of truths, so we don’t have to bother!

 

“We just” pray we don’t have to bother,

        To learn you, God, don’t like our well-worn “we just” prayers!

Nor our words in sermons: Guys, cute, cool,

        Stuff and unbelievable!  We’re not to be antipode-word sayers!

 

Let your yeas be yeas, Christ said,     (emphatically!)

        And let your nays, therefore, always be nays,

Rather, pastors expiate!                       (antithetically!)

        Pastors stop what this Robert Burke says!

 

So, we just “we-just” pray for adolescence greatly, God,    (Maturity a bust?)

         Let puerility keep Your sovereign rule over churchdom’s infantile Earth!

“We are just” Goo-goo! Gaw-gaw! So un-sagely-odd!      (Excalibur in rust?)

         Or, In That Day: “we-just’ers” could grow into: Christ-in-You’s birth!  

 

For sure, we “we-just’ers” could grow,   (We’ve been babies for years!)

        But then, that would be unthinkably hard!

Wonder if In That Day Teachings,          (Which promise spirit ears!)

          Could burn out our baby-fat lard?

 

 

 

 

I Wouldn’t Want to Be Like Them

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #9 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 9/20/11 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 

 

My sky-high expectations,

        Are totally unfulfilled,

In That Day Teachings done,

        Their reception; not as willed.

 

I wouldn’t want to be like them,

        Who have seen the teachings and yawned,

So many miscomprehending,

        Their long-prayed-for solutions: dawned.

 

Job unraveled at last,

        As a story of rigid righteousness yielding to God’s holy flexibility,

Elihu was humble,

        And wrote his ego out of tale of monster pride, yet who can see?

 

There are no fixed rules,

        Only, from God, guideposts!

Our fixed-tithe tyrants,

        Hate this, of God, most?

 

So many hate the greater revelation,

        Of inescapably true, higher doctrines of God the Father,

Not turning aside, but heaping scorn – not gold,

        Each self-interested low-intellect saying, Why bother?

 

Why bother to ever believe,

        Exponential answers to this weary age have come,

Redounding Christ-in-You reprieve?

        Nay rather, believe Robert Burke is Devil’s son!

 

I wouldn’t want to be like them,

        Who have seen In That Day Teachings and yawned,

So many miscomprehending,

        Their long asked-and-prayed-for solutions: dawned.

 

Have mercy on them, ageless Father,

        Truly, they know not what they do!

They have faith in the milky-puerile,

        But with steak, they have no clue!

 

Truth prospers,

        At pride’s expense!

Stop their pride,

        God, give man sense!

 

You asked me,

        I have produced In That Day Teachings!

The world yawns,

        Too early for their mental reachings?

 

God forbid only myself and a precious remnant,

        Enjoy Christ-in-You indwelling: maximized,

While proud pastors pooh-pooh these teachings,

        To keep all Christ’s insights marginalized.

 

The Christian marketplace of ideas,

        Is thoroughly discredited and mostly corrupt!

In That Day Teachings make sense of madness,

        Yet pastors cannot believe their time is up!

 

Leviathan in pride,

        So many pastors sadly and regrettably are,

God is so far from them,

        Sheep eat just from these pastors’ ego bar.

 

In That Day Teachings,

        Are a greater culture and higher-thought system,

Beyond puny brains,

        Not humble.  Pride keeps them sightless, unclean.

 

I would that all,

        Yes, all would come to higher truth!

This is my prayer,

        God, move Christ-in-You in proof!

 

I wouldn’t want to be like them,

        Who have mockingly seen In That Day Teachings and yawned,

So many held to full account,

        God’s veritable, asked-for and prayed-for solutions: dawned.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Christ-in-You, God’s Great Injective

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #8 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 9/16/11 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 

History, history everywhere,

        But not a drop of perspective,

Time to break up the old order again,

        Christ-in-You, God’s great injective!

 

Just as socialism’s planned economy,

        Always is a wreck,

So too, milk churchdom’s platitudes,

        Often are man’s vex.

 

Do this, do that,

        Do what?

Preachers thus get,

        Pride-caught.

 

Milk churchianity has a plan,

        For everybody’s life,

But no plan for Christ-in-You, Who would,

        Reduce our planet’s strife.

 

With Christ-in-You imbued in plenty,

        Freedom and wisdom would rule the roost,

Without Christ-in-You’s wisdom,

        Nothing will give Earth its needed boost.

 

As free markets create wise distribution,

        Of the world’s so-called most scarce goods,

So also with Christ-in-You, in the freed-up flexible,

        We do smartly as God would!

 

Socialism and churchianity,

        Trust neither free markets nor free noggins,

God’s intelligence trusts both,

        Where each small choice creates best world wisdom.

 

Is it any wonder,

        Socialism and churchianity have choked off free choice,

And now liberty,

        And Christ-in-You have both become an unknown voice.

 

Socialism doesn’t trust man,

        Churchianity does not either,

Progressivism or platitudes,

        Give God and man a shiver.

 

Oh politicians, give man free markets,

        Each person will make the best decision,

Pastors, give man and woman Christ-in-You,

        Behold how each one brings hell’s derision.

 

Oh you proud defenders,

        Of the old political, clerical order,

You’ve come up with nothing,

        Let freedom and God-in-Man expand our border!

 

The reality of Christ-in-You,

        Cannot be delayed time after time, indefinitely,

Behold electronic media,

        Make ears to hear, and eyes to In That Day see.

 

Failure is a fertile environment,

        For great solution,

In That Day is like a thief at night,

        See: Christ-in-You come!

 

What will break the grip of,

        Socialism’s tyranny and milk churchianity’s trust?

When intellect without,

        Self-interest causes wolf-leaders to go bust.

 

Christ-in-You and cultural freedom,

        Are both, in fact, protectorates of sheep,

All we need now are some true leaders,

        Who won’t steal from pockets of whom they feed.

 

For, if men were angels,

        They wouldn’t need a government!

If preachers were angels,

        We wouldn’t wonder where Christ went!

 

Preachers, you must get out of the way,

        Of this coming to others Christ-in-You!

Honor sheep as He comes in the sheep,

        As you bless them, He’ll come in you!

 

You see, In That Day, which is now,

        Intelligence marvelously increases!

Via Christ-in-You, which is how,

        God fits our times’ puzzle pieces.

 

No one preacher can figure it out,

        Nor one government economist!

Free markets and Christ-in-You shout,

        Wisdom from God’s mind-mist!

 

So, if you must believe something mysterious,

        Then believe this Day in That,

From wise choices and wise obedient servants,

        Out pours heaven’s sweet vat.

 

In humility, we see we can’t save the world,

        Other than to make wise choices and have in us our God,

In truth, though, this is the world’s salvation,

        Freedom and Christ-in-You, sufficient good for the job.

 

Can it really be so simple,

        As having faith in ourselves in God and in another?

Yes, free culture and Christ-in-You,

        Give I Am a way to Be in sister and brother.

 

Funny, the world’s most complex solutions,

        Delivered quick as a- snap,

Freedom and Christ-inYou, a notion,

        For us to put on the map.

 

Shall we, like David,

        Serve our generation in our time,

Or just forget it,

        And go back to all that bad rhyme?

 

God forbid,

        Erroneous common wisdom should win the tiresome play!

In That Day,

        Let’s champion greater truth, and let God have full sway!

 

At least when we meet God,

        On the other side, we won’t be dark,

Chances are He’ll thank us,

        For keeping afloat truth in an ark.

 

Like Noah, Joseph, Moses, Job and Jonah,

        We’re scarred by devils, but in the end: true,

We cannot do different,

        ‘Cause with truth, there’s nothing better to do.

 

Freedom and God-in-You,

        Now: In That Day,

Nothing can stop this truth,

        It is God’s way.

 

History, history everywhere,

        But not a drop of perspective,

Time to break up the old order again,

        Christ-in-You, God’s great injective.

 

He takes not from you,

        But adds all of God’s wisdom,

Yes, even so Lord,

        Jesus: Come!  Come!  Come!

 

Yes, Behold I will come in you,

        If you are humble enough to ask!

There’s nothing I can’t do,

        I’m sufficient for the task.

 

And yet many of you stuck in rigid righteousness,

        Can’t believe I can do a new thing,

Don’t be so tone deaf!  Don’t be so spirit-blind!

        You won’t hear In That Day’s ring!

 

Perfect God in less than perfect man,

        Mysterious, yes, yet the doctrine of Our Father,

Try Us, I believe you will like Us!

        You will rue the day, if you don’t bother!

 

The reconciliation of all things,

        Perfect harmony with good and dissonance with bad,

Believe Christ-in-You comes now,

        And all your days will be the best you ever had.

 

I Am with you always,

        Is and always will be true,

Me in you, you in Me,

        All things good, We can do!

 

 


 

 

9/11/2011

 

Turn aside!  Turn aside, and listen to a FIVE-person discussion on Sara Lee’s Golden Nuggets blogtalkradio program regarding George Hartwell’s thoughts on prayer over cities done wrongly resulting in curses landing on self, modeling proper prayer over Reno, Nevada, Christian’s who’ve lost their identity, True prayer that brings revival and much thinking similar to In That Day Teachings.  George’s mind seems to reflect that of Christ’s mind!  Listen and be edified and blessed!

 

http://www.blogtalkradio.com/saralee144/2011/09/11/golden-nuggets

 

http://www.listening-prayer.com/

 

http://www.healmylife.com/services/credibility.html

 

And send your comments to…

 

info@inthatdayteachings.com 

 

Thank you,

 

Robert Burke

Reno, Nevada

775-690-7293

 

 

9/10/2011

 

Turn aside!  Turn aside, and listen to a SIX-person discussion on Sara Lee’s Golden Nuggets blogtalkradio program regarding  “Being Led of the Spirit to Become Sons of God – How it WORKS!”, “Christ-in-You vs. Rapture Doctrine”  and “How Hebrew Calendar Sermonizing Doesn’t Help the Indwelling of Christ”  and “How Stump-Speech Preaching Makes Conversation Difficult (One-Way Preaching No Longer Works)” from the perspective of In That Day Teachings (a sword like no other!)

 

http://www.blogtalkradio.com/saralee144/2011/09/10/golden-nuggets

 

And send your comments to…

 

info@inthatdayteachings.com 

 

Thank you,

 

Robert Burke

Reno, Nevada

775-690-7293

 

9/9/2011

 

Turn aside!  Turn aside, and listen to a four-person discussion Sara Lee’s Golden Nuggets blogtalkradio program regarding  “Taking Medicine vs. Faith Alone,” God’s Sovereign Taste in Indwelling Christians: Cold, Warm, Hot Depending Upon”  and “How Churchianity Doesn’t Respect Saints When Indwelt of Christ”  and “How God Has No Fixed Rules But Guidelines” from the perspective of In That Day Teachings (a sword like no other!)

 

http://www.blogtalkradio.com/saralee144/2011/09/08/golden-nuggets-1

 

 

And send your comments to…

 

info@inthatdayteachings.com 

 

Thank you,

 

Robert Burke

Reno, Nevada

775-690-7293

 

 

Goldilocks, God’s Sovereign Taste and Rodeos

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #8 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 9/8/11 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 

In the story of Goldilocks, warm porridge,

        Was found to be the best, but too cold and too hot went to waste,

In the Book of Revelation, warm souls,

        Are spewed out by Christ, but the cold and hot suit God’s taste.

 

Mysteriously, inscrutably, historically,

        Both stories, in a way, describe our sovereign God,

He’s flexible, though not mercurial, really,

        He’s dynamic and unpredictably good, not odd.

 

Fallen man is rigid, stiff,

        Even inflexibly, hard-righteous,

But once we become holy,

        And flexible, His light’s in us!

 

In That Day Teachings say,

        Modern Churchianity now: just does not get it!

Too cold here, too hot there,

        Too warm elsewhere!  So folks say, Fahgetit!

 

Whereas modern nondom churches,  (Darned if you do!)

        Are free from constraints,          (Darned if you won’t!)                         

The orthodox churches, well,             (In That Day says,)

        Produce too few saints!              (Give up, Please Don’t!)

 

There is a way to please God,

        It’s Christ-in-You indwelling!

That’s what In That Day Teachings,

        Promote and are selling!

 

There are no fixed rules,

        Only guideposts,     (Like nondom fixed-rule tithing!)

Fixed-rule authoricrats,

        This riles most!       (Their retirement assets hiding!)

 

Rigid-righteous holy terrors,

        Preachers abhorrently empty as true, glorified God-bearers,

Can’t understand In That Day,

        They say, Be cold!  Or hot!  Or warm!  We have no errors!

 

But they are wrong,      (And how!)

        And miss by a mile: God’s Spirit,

They can’t be fixed,     (For now!)

        In That Day, they cannot hear it.

 

So, In That Day Teachings, as witnessed,

        Hammer out, and ring a bell, and with song sing,

Of danger, and warning, and justice,

        And freedom and love!  Abiding love between!

 

Yes, love between brother and sister,

        Love of God, indwelt with quick-come Christ-in-You!

Un-orthodoxically orthodox,

        Cold!  Hot!  Warm!  God’s sovereign taste is true!

 

But men’s bible study groups, women’s,

        In fact, churches and church leadership on the whole,

Have no faith, no faith at all,

        That In That Day Teachings pioneer our role!

 

Our role on the road back to God,

        Christ-in-You wholeness!

Churchianity stuck like child,

        Know-it-alls: know less!

 

Ever dillydallying around,

        In a dangerous bear-family’s lair,

Living Satan’s playbook,

        Hating correction without care.

 

But In That Day,

        Truth will be known,      (Not wrong spirit, not doctrinal lies!)

For it is how,

        God’s Sons are grown.   (Right spirit and truth, God buys!)

 

So then:  Cold.  Hot.  Warm.

        Which is it?                     (Shenanigan-Church-Entranced?)

Well, it’s Christ-in-You,

        Don’t miss it!                 (Be Quickened-to-God Nuanced!)

 

Cold-tough love.  Hot-flame love.  Tempered love.

        Do you understand?

Pard’, It takes more than one rodeo,

        To be God’s hand!

 

 

 

9/6/2011

 

Turn aside!  Turn aside, and listen to a discussion of “Two Prophetic Groups in the World: Rapture and NAR”  and “Fear, Greed, Laziness vs. Correction, High Ways and Christ-in-You” from the perspective of In That Day Teachings (a sword like no other!)

 

http://www.blogtalkradio.com/saralee144/2011/09/06/golden-nuggets-1#.TmafGKFpaCk.email

 

And send your comments to…

 

info@inthatdayteachings.com 

 

Thank you,

 

Robert Burke

Reno, Nevada

775-690-7293

 

 

Somebody Has Connected the Dots of Churchianity’s Woes

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #8 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 9/6/11 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 

Modern Churchianity has a large emotional investment,

        In rigid protocols and low ways that seldom achieve Christ-in-You!

Modern Churchianity is bereft of God-indwelling masters-in-depth,

        Except shenanigan shillers-in-depth at blinding me and you!

 

But the Churchianity confidence game,

        Is wearing thin,

Milk-sourced preaching’s knowledge base is quite small,

        Fangs show thru grin.

 

No matter how milk-based Churchianity,

        Tries to connect the dots,

They can’t deliver Christ-in-You-ness,

        Rather, they see ink blots.

 

Ink blot imaginings,

        Fill the brains of milk preachers regarding Christ’s return,

Today and tomorrow,

        Always ruined, because Christ-in-You they can’t earn.

 

Christ-in-You-ness is not really earned,

        But rather comes about when spirit and truth are straight,

This is what Christ talked about in John,

        I’ll be in you, you in Me!  Narrow, Father doctrine’s gate.

 

Life is categorical,

        Yet Churchianity denies it preaches only milk,

It’s so obvious, most miss it,

        It’s right to demand steak, and resist Mandarins in silk.

 

Let’s then do a far-flung, thorough search on the internet,

        For anything cogent from the so-called Christian prophetic,

In weird way: you’ll find two kinds, End Times or crazy yet,

        Foul New-Apostolic-Reformation or rapture-utopia pathetic.

 

Search abroad or each state of the American Union,

        For prophetic cogency,

We must nod: so far, In That Day Teachings,

        Has God’s mind!  But who can see?

 

The prophets mostly have followed,

        One or the other kind of deceiving spirit,

NAR or End Times, they borrowed,

        From the Father of Lies!  But who can hear it?

 

Nuero-Linguistic Programming hypnotism,

        Showmanship, misdirection and suggestion,

From one camp, or End Times shenanigans,

        Give truth in man and God: indigestion!

 

So many prophets with god-sent prophetic callings,

        Haven’t had a correct school of thought to follow!

Just End Times or crazy, odd-bent-to-lee railings,

        They’re deep into antichrist lies, hence: shallow!

 

Somebody!  Anybody!

        Please connect the dots!

In That Day Teachings have,

        From tittle to jots!

 

From fear, greed and lazy doctrines,

        Delivering eye patches and ear plugs to trusting but naive sheep,

To Ancient Paths of Correction,

        To Paul’s High Ways, delivering Christ-in-You to ever keep.

 

Right now ever-so slightly-intellectually superior cats,

        Of shenanigan church and state play with dumbed-down mice,

In That Day Teachings explain God’s Western Enlightenment,

        Which exposes mystic-socialistic, authoritarian vice.

 

Like a fantastic Rosetta stone,

        In That Day Teachings reconcile the West, God and man,

It’s a millennia solution,

        Uplifting humanity’s spirit and soul the best: God’s plan.

 

Sadly then, you might think,

        There are no simplistic solutions to super-complex problems,

Yet, In That Day Teachings,

        A sword like no other, slay Churchianity’s pride goblins.

 

How?  How?  How?

        How can this In That Day Teachings really be?

Love!  Love!  Love!

        Test the spirits.  They deliver love in ye!

 

In That Day Teachings,

        Don’t deliver rigid-righteous love, the bane of man!

Holy flexible,

        Love is delivered instead.  Catch it, if you can!

 

For shenanigan Churchianity,

        Oft has no love,

In That Day Teachings do,

        From God above.

 

Above all, a good heaven,

        Beneath all, a good foundation,

In all, a good God,

        Thus Christ inhabits creation.

 

This has been the plan from the beginning,

        This is the plan that trumps all of man’s ends!

But oh proud, foolish pastors answer this,

        Where are In That Day Teachings’ sins?

 

Where in this Rosetta stone of understanding,

        Where in this beautiful thousand-piece picture puzzle,

Do you find error?  This is no small thing!

        All you’ll find is wolves tearing at truth with muzzle.

 

In That Day Teachings are true,

        And therefore modern Churchianity has much to rue,

Truth, shocked pastors must pursue,

        For In That Day, it comes down to Christ-in-You!

 

Yes, it bears repeating:  Above all, a good heaven,

        Beneath all, a good foundation,

What man’s needing:  In all, a good God,

        Thus Christ inhabits creation.

 

Above all, a good heaven,

        Beneath all, a good foundation,

In all, a good God,

        Thus Christ inhabits creation.

 

Can you honor this new-old, apostolic truth,

        Coming from one odd, strange Robert Winkler Burke in Reno?

Pray don’t give it your rude back, forsooth!

        ‘Cause In That Day Teachings just might be: God’s way to go!

 

 

 

Sept. 5, 2011    RE: “Churchianity’s U.S. of Don’t Think for Yourself”

 

Very well said, Robert.  God gave each of us a brain and a mind to learn and think, yet how many people both in and out of church utilize this marvelous gift as a tool to discern and understand their society, much less God's ways?

 

When Jesus met with Nicodemus, who was considered a man of higher learning, especially in the Scriptures of the Old Testament and Jewish law, they had a most interesting dialogue:

 

"Nicodemus answered and said unto him, How can these things be?  Jesus answered and said unto him, Art thou a master (respected Jewish teacher) of Israel, and knowest not these things?  Verily, verily, I say unto thee, We speak that we do know, and testify that we have seen; and ye receive not our witness.  If I have told you earthly things, and ye believe not, how shall ye believe, if I tell you of heavenly things?"  (John 3:9-12)

 

On every point your amazing poems have raised, there is always Scripture to back it up!  Here we have an example of Jesus encouraging this learned and intelligent man to think his way even higher --  (i.e., from "earthly things" to "heavenly things").

 

Yet, when you present the golden truths ("heavenly things") of In That Day Teaching's higher ways to church leadership, where is the response?

 

So far, it appears that your portrayal of the "State of Churchianity" is just as you describe:  free speech not encouraged, rigid protocols, mental slavery, and church leaders' message to compliant sheep, "Don't think for yourself!"

 

Chris Quinn

 

Churchianity’s United States of Don’t Think for Yourself!

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #8 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 9/4/11 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

Mark Twain said patriotism,

        Demands that a citizen always “think for himself,”

But Churchianity,

        In America, demands brains be left on shelf.

 

Ask a nondom pastor,

        Who owns the assets? he says, God demands tithes to,

They’re for his retirement,

        But pastors mostly want you, to have not a clue!

 

But aren’t unquestionable one-man shows,

        You might ask, always error-bound to largely implode?

Sheep’s free speech in religion, who loathes?

        Free speech to pastors, is an arrogant, one-way road!

 

They, in blind, dogmatic adherence,

        To irrationality,

Allow none others: free speech,

        Just their own banality!

 

Seductive, unreflective religious idealism,  (Rapture’s utopia?)

        Without regard for inevitable consequences,

Has built global, unchecked socialism,        (Ensures dystopia?)

        Between cleric and politic mysticism: no fences.

 

Churchianity’s rigid protocols,

        Are oft baked-in-a-cake, eyes-to-see: dead-blinding!

Mystic tyrants in church and government halls,

        Wolves in the hen house, no sheep dogs minding!

 

Can I get a guard-down, blinders-on: Amen?

        Shout hallelujah! If your mind is virtually turned off!

As it works for preachers in pulpit, so also,

        Socialist politicians, whose mind-grips don’t scoff!

 

But in the end, stupefying cleric and politic tyranny,

        Inevitably slips on their own rotten banana peel,

Americans, with God’s freedom born in chest, love liberty,

        And what each bosom loves and hates is real.

 

Real Americans hate slavery,

        Whether with cruel chains or hidden in brains!

And when they wake up, watch out,

        Tyranny dies!  Just freedom remains!

 

In That Day,

        Freedom in God and liberty in man: steadfast in glory wins!

Yes, it’s real!

        Christ-in-You starts, when this age’s hidden slavery ends!

 

Oh my god!  Oh my god!  Oh my god!

        Can what In That Day Teachings say, then, be really true?

God says, Yes!  God says, Yes!  God says, Yes!

        American Churchianity, you have much to rue!

 

Go ahead: Weep!  Wail!  Howl!

        If repentance is real, this will get the job done,

Learn In That Day Teachings,

        Comes suddenly: Christ-in-You, God’s Son!

 

The mind of Christ-in-You fixes,

        A lot of things,        (This is your own reprimand!)

Thinking for yourself, in fact, is,

        The job of kings.      (Always watch: Other hand!)

 

Mark Twain was right,

        Churchianity has been wrong,

Man loves freedom,

        Hidden slavery doesn’t belong.

 

God loves freedom too,

        And hates slavery, that is the catch,

Christ-in-You wants to,

        Strike, In That Day, God’s match.

 

 

 

8/31/2011

 

Turn aside!  Turn aside, and listen to a discussion of “Third Grade Gospel vs. Paul’s High Way Gospel”  and “Honest Brokering” from the perspective of In That Day Teachings (a sword like no other!)

 

http://www.blogtalkradio.com/saralee144/2011/08/30/golden-nuggets-1#.Tl1sdTDzcG8.email

 

And send your comments to…

 

info@inthatdayteachings.com 

 

Thank you,

 

Robert Burke

Reno, Nevada

775-690-7293

 

 

 

It’s Immaturity!  Immaturity! Immaturity! vs. Christ-in-You!

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #8 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 8/30/11 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

Quite helpless, I needed a mature, nondom preacher,

        A real honest broker!

One not taking advantage of my dire earnest need,

        Not a taking joker!

 

One who saw I knew little of God,

        Or the bible or a preacher’s self-interest!

One who wouldn’t take place of God,

        But one who served my interest: best!

 

Well, that didn’t happen,

        I was taken advantage of in just about every way!

Little did I know,

        I was a fly to the spider, his web-caught prey!

 

Later, growing in God, I needed a mature, nondom preacher,

        A real honest broker!

One not taking advantage of my most sincere need,

        Not a taking joker!

 

One who saw I grew greater in God,

        Knew the bible and saw a preacher’s self-interest!

One who wouldn’t take place of God,

        But one who served my interest: best!

 

Well, that didn’t happen,

        I was taken advantage of in just about every way!

Little did I know,

        I was a fly to the spider, his web-caught prey!

 

Then, grown in God, I needed a mature, nondom preacher,

        A real honest broker!

One not taking advantage of my confirming-God need,

        Not a taking joker!

 

One who saw I knew great things of God,

        Witnessed scripture and condemned preacher self-interest!

One who’d humble himself before God,

        Who, through correction, served God and man: best!

 

Well, that didn’t happen,

        I was firmly rebuked and shut out in every way!

Little did I know,

        God lets spiders, for now, have their own day!

 

Because this must be the age,

        Of dishonest brokers,

That is, ‘til God exposes,

        All taking jokers.

 

You know, in times of good,

        They really rake the big-time collections in!

But now, in times of bad,

        Joseph’s story of giving back is, well, sin?

 

No selling church assets,

        To lovingly help underwater sheep!

Joseph’s gone, you can bet,

        Bible reciprocity just won’t keep!

 

Whether a newbie, an advanced learner,

        Or an old, seen-it-all, full-of-God’s-love sage,

Mature, honest broker nondom preachers can’t be found,

        Sheep always herded into dumb-down cage!

 

Never is a sheep to become an advanced learner,

        Or become a great sage!  Forget that!

All sheep must be helpless fools, say nondom preachers,

        Or else Potemkin Village falls flat!

 

Apparently, the only recourse,

        A mature Christian can really, in truth, ever consider,

Is to become a nondom pastor,

        With a congregation to keep locked-down immature?

 

It’s immaturity! It’s immaturity! It’s immaturity! 

        Must that really be the one thing God wants?

Forget Christ-in-You?  Forget Christ-in-You?  Forget Christ-in-You?

        Because, it’s one or the other church vaunts!

 

Well, since immature nondom pastors,

        Have very little clue what Christ-in-You transparency is all about,

Can no elder-in-Christ help them,

        Since their bible-college, fixed ideas of Churchianity shut God out?

       

 

 

 

 

8/29/2011  RE:  Poem “Free Expression is Healthy…”

 

This poem is short and sweet, Robert! 

 

It has been my personal experience (and that of many Christians I've met over the years), that most nondom pastors are not to be questioned or ever corrected (the other unpardonable sin!) about anything they say from the pulpit. 

 

Usually the scenario goes like this: if a sheep approaches (albeit, respectfully) their pastor, questioning a teaching, correcting a biblical reference that broke Scripture in a sermon, challenging the treatment or church discipline of a fellow sheep, or ever asking to "see the books" to find out who owns the church assets or how the tithe money is being spent, then the next action is to first, accuse the questioner of "not submitting to church authority," which usually leads to move #2, which is to ask the church member to leave, or better yet, kick them out!

 

Can a pastor recognize when one of his congregants, filled with the Spirit of Christ, is speaking divinely inspired truth to them?  Would he be willing to "show honor to whom honor is due?" or be humble/teachable enough to receive from someone he considers "beneath him?"

 

Even our founding fathers wanted to protect the freedom of religion and the right to free speech, as stated in:

 

United States Constitution, Amendment I

Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press; or the right of the people peaceably to assemble, and to petition the Government for a redress of grievances.

 

Isn't it interesting that outside the walls of modern churchianity, questions are OK, and even encouraged: reporters ask for information, students raise their hands to ask the teacher, common folk ask questions of one another every day, and two-way dialogue encourages mutual growth.

 

Robert, you've asked very poignant and direct questions in this poem... but, will any answers ever be forthcoming from any one in church leadership... even to their own sheep?

 

Chris Quinn

 

August 28, 20011 RE:  ITDTs Poem “What’s Happening…”

 

Great poem, Robert.  I like the way you point out that not only is In That Day Teachings freely available to all via your web site on the Internet, but you repeatedly and frequently invite everyone to contact you!

 

In That Day Teachings,

Helped people best be,

Explaining Christ-in-You,

That all could best see.

 

Doesn't our Heavenly Father desire for each of His children to reach their full potential and be the "best they can be?"

 

In That Day Teachings therefore,

Rather inscrutably have no simple, salable premise,

They explain much, mysteriously,

Providing answers to many a saint’s prayer wish.

 

How many saints have cried out from the depths of their souls and spirits, even with unspoken words, a longing to draw closer to God, to know Him more intimately, and really see a difference in their lives and the lives of others?

 

Yet, it seems that no matter how you present this great work of God, the response mirrors the same reaction that Jesus observed during His time here:

 

"But whereunto shall I liken this generation? It is like unto children sitting in the markets, and calling unto their fellows, And saying, We have piped unto you, and ye have not danced; we have mourned unto you, and ye have not lamented.  For John came neither eating nor drinking, and they say, He hath a devil.  The Son of man came eating and drinking, and they say, Behold a man gluttonous, and a winebibber, a friend of publicans and sinners.

  "Yet wisdom is shown to be right by what results from it (justified and vindicated by what she does (her deeds), and by her children."  (Amp. & NLT)  (Matt. 11:16-19)

 

Robert, as all of your poems consistently and correctly point out, the worldly wisdom and socialism that has infiltrated churches and produced bad doctrines of fear, greed, and laziness, has produced the corresponding "deeds" (bad fruit in church families eventually affecting their community) and "children" (dumbed-down, apathetic sheep that show little or no "Christ-In-You"-ness to anyone).

 

Chris Quinn

 

 

Free Expression is Healthy, Unquestionable Churches are Not!

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #8 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 8/28/11 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

Free expression is healthy,

        But dictators won’t allow it!

In the West we can ask all,

        Just a few won’t bow to it!

 

In the West, meaning our Republic culture,

        There are no emperor one-man shows!

Except in nondenominational church,

        Which answers to none, as heaven knows!

 

Who owns the assets?        (not God, though enlisted for tithes!)

        Ask any preacher who won’t answer questions!

He will redirect,                 (not odd, logic wriggles and writhes!)

        Go to hell, among his preferred suggestions!

 

Debate is healthy, discussion is healthy, truth is healthy,

        But one-man shows are open to dastardly serious error!

That is why one-man, pretzel-logic, persona churches,

        Once empowered with great funds, implode with flare!

 

Free societies expunge self-interest,

        Self-interest lurks behind cover, to destroy each different profession!

How many sheep and pastors have been ruined,

        Because preachers who won’t answer questions, avoid confession?

 

Oh preachers who will not ever answer any questions,

        Which court will you choose to deal with your sins?

Perhaps a forgiving one on earth to save your soul,

        Not the other One, which never ends!

 

 

 

What’s Happening with In That Day Teachings?

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #8 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 8/26/11 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

By the dawn of the Twenty-First Century,

        Hidden slavery was very much in place,

One-hundred years of socialism school had made,

        Brains too dumb to see in front of face.

 

Politic and Cleric Tyranny,

        Had their devilishly-clever, egregious excesses,

Both elite groups developed many,

        Mind-numbing ways to steal from the masses.

 

But two amazing, critical cultural events,

        Began to put a big stop to all that!

Internet blogging had wide subscription,

        And intelligence grew under hat!

 

More to point, In That Day Teachings,

        Were internet-published and eventually gained acceptance!

Due to the fact they cost nothing,

        And like Luther’s Theses, they happily made minds dance!

 

Author Burke’s emphasis on watching the other hand,

        Preserving individual rights versus unquestioned authority,

The mutual dedication to self-restraint of the Gospels,

        And the unimportance of nondom clergy: set people free!

 

Burke’s reformation re-ignited love of liberty,

        And re-ignited learning the myriad ways of Western Enlightenment,

Renewing relationship between the West, God and man,

        In time to stop authoritarian-socialistic-theocratic encirclement.

 

Modern church had become so self-interested,

        Shenanigan-serving and sheep-blinding to the max,

That society was ready to chuck citizenship,

        And even give representative institutions the ax.

 

In That Day Teachings worked,

        As a Rosetta stone to reconcile God’s higher truths to man!

From power corrupts, to trust,

        But verify, to hear from God, but check the other hand!

 

In That Day Teachings,

        Helped people best be,

Explaining Christ-in-You,

        That all could yet see.

 

No more foul utopian entrapments, nor dystopian logic,

        Utopias, of course by design, never ever come!

No more rapture nor socialism, nor give-to-get posits,

        But rather, the mind-of-Christ, in man: full run!

 

Hence wisdom,

        Comes In That Day!

Just in time,

        God and man say!

 

Just in time,

        For God-in-man to go beyond our own Sun-star,

Space travel,

        Will be a breeze, once it is known who we are.

 

We are not a socialist, communist, give-to-get greed-monger,

        Nor some crazy, fear-filled-utopian rapture-captured soul!

Nor Islamic terrorist, nor rigid-righteous hell-on-earth maker,

        No, we are holy-flexible wise, full Christ-in-You whole!

 

Eric Voegelin said, Don’t immanentize the eschaton,

        Don’t bring End Times near, is what he was saying!

With Christ-in-You now, it’s enough: we can get along,

        Hence shenanigans stop, there’s no Christ-delaying!

 

And when man on earth is wise,

        Humanity will have God’s great, honest love!

God’s love conquers in and out,

        Thus, all can be grounded, from inside above!

 

In That Day Teachings therefore,

        Rather inscrutably have no simple, salable premise,

They explain much, mysteriously,

        Providing answers to many a saint’s prayer wish.

 

Pastors, sheep, seers, prophets, apostles, teachers.

        Gather around the In That Day Teachings campfire!

You have prayed earnestly for unseen answers,

        Now that they have come, why sit ye in the mire?

 

 

 

 

8/23/2001 RE: “As Lax Churchianity Ascends…”

 

What an excellent poem, Robert!  This one puts forth an intense summation of your previous works... blending in beautifully with the clear, consistent message that has resounded over the past several months.  The cohesive flow of the subject matter bears the stamp of divine inspiration, not just the work of a mere mortal's mind.

 

Yes, the "modern church" (in reality, not so modern at all, but still stuck in the "Dark Ages") has lost its credibility... unleashing hordes of myopic sheep who view their surroundings through distorted lenses.  How can such a one "see" this present world correctly when their vision is clouded with shades of fear, greed, and laziness from the steady diet of bad doctrines they've been fed over the years?

 

It's too bad that the church leadership represented in this [poem’s] distribution list cannot bend their "rigid righteous" necks to turn aside and check out In That Day Teachings, and the life and hope it offers to all who will come and freely drink of its living waters!

 

 Here's a short "parable" to illustrate my point:

 

"Feverishly, the drowning man flails his arms against the blackness of the ocean water; gasping for each diminishing breath, eyes wide with panic.  The Coast Guard cutter draws alongside this exhausted creature, throwing out the life ring, urging him to grab it and hang on.  But, stubbornly, he refuses, using his last bit of air to say, "No! I can make it on my own!"  A few moments later, the churning waves slowly draw him into their cold grip, and he disappears from sight.  The sad, silent captain and crew stand still, gazing at the last place they saw his desperate, fearful face.  "If only he would have accepted our help, he would have lived." 

 

Drowning man:  messed up, rigid Churchianity

Ocean:  Bad doctrines that result in fear, greed, and laziness

Rescue boat:  In That Day Teachings

Life ring: Ancient Paths of Correction, Paul's High Ways, ([leading to] Christ-In-You

Captain and crew: Robert Burke & teammates

 

Chris Quinn

 

 

As Lax Churchianity Ascends, PAX Christ-in-You Ends?

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #8 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 8/22/11 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

England in the Fifties loved illusions,

        More than dealing with real problems,

They chose socialism’s lying delusions,

        And made communism common.

 

Margaret Thatcher cured that in the Eighties,

        Saying, We’ve run out of spending other people’s money!

Reality is good for England, maties,

        Republics, not utopias, help bees make best honey!

 

But in America an anchorless church system has now grown,

        With the greediest, most fearful, laziest doctrines ever known!

Intellectually incurious shepherds, dumb to the bone,

        Stick with unvetted doctrines, their self-interest now coming home!

 

Oft now shepherds are timid and lack resolve,

        Except to kill the remanding, prophetic voice of reason and timely rebuke,

Modern church has lost all credibility,

        Self-interested wolves blind sheep to their shenanigans, where’er you look!

 

Thus we have a doxie-speculating community,

        Of moronic churchianity, changing not, but hoping vainly for the best!

Clinging to the sale of fear, greed and great laziness,

        These three things always found wanting, when put to reality’s test!

 

Despite the intellectual breadth of In That Day Teachings,

        Which provide correct critique and solution,

The proud, idiotic, dumbed-down, stiff, false shepherds,

        Think In That Day Teachings are pollution!

 

Nay rather, In That Day Teachings,

        Provide Ancient Paths of Correction, Paul’s High Ways,

And Christ-in-You, a pleasant thing,

        To give lost humanity answers, in these strange days!

 

Rapture is a utopian lie, fear-filled!

        Give-to-Get hides shepherds’ self-interest greed!

Lazy doctrines beget lazy souls, wrong-willed!

        This is the truth!  It’s what blind folk do need.

 

So then, do all republics turn into empires?

        For churchianity’s empire is a complete bust!

Hence, sheep need turn from wicked illusion,

        And believe Christ-in-You is now a must!

 

Believe that republics are better than empires,

        Empires just distort reality and lie a lot!

In That Day Teachings reconcile all good to God,

        If you get along with lies, what have you got?

 

In That Day Teachings also provide,

        The proper discord and dissonance against all that is wrong,

Urging holy flexibility,

        Not rigid-righteousness, which makes us as God is: strong!

 

You do not have Christ-in-You,

        If you’ve gone along with churchianity’s great, weird deceit-bubble!

In That Day Teachings are true,

        It is your Rosetta stone, aiding seekers’ hard climb from the rubble!

 

Modern church has extrapolated its cheap-thought insanity,

        About as far as it can,

The world is awash in puerile, inane Christian dogma,

        It’s time to be a man.

 

Because, the truth is out there,

        Somewhere in the universe!

Ask then, Is it in Reno,

        Line upon line, verse on verse?

 

Meanwhile the consensus,

        Prevails with its lie-loving, majority-opinion, big yawn,

Illusions are easy,

        Yet behold with ears-to-hear, eyes to see: God’s dawn!

 

Revival of man into Christ-in-You,

        Oneness with Jesus, sans foul doxie, with love complete!

It’s a lot to believe of one scribe, no?

        Try it, says a man from Reno, God’s heart you’ll meet!

 

Aye, there’s the rub,

        You might want to avoid In That Day Teachings, if you’re not really ready,

It’s a God thing,

        You’ll be dealing with God’s Christ, no fallible Renoite, and that’s heady!

 

 

 

 

8/18/2011 RE:  The Poem “Do You Broadcast as a Teacher?”

 

Amen, Robert, this powerful poem hits the nail on the head of an issue that has been problematic in most churches for quite some time. 

 

Recently, a local pastor referenced your poems in one of his sermons.  It was rather disheartening to hear you referred to as a "guy," because you are a man of God and a brother in Christ, and that word is a demeaning substitute for "man."  Didn't he notice that your emails and poems go out to a broad audience, not to one individual. 

 

However, over the weeks, I've noticed a great improvement in his delivery style (almost no parenthetic interruptions), much better choice of words, and adherence to a clearer gospel message, which is easily attributed to the influence of your writings!  He even admits that your poems contain "great truth," which they certainly do.

It seems to me that any pastor or bible teacher who puts forth their teachings for a public audience, whether in a church building or on the Internet via podcasts, etc., is thereby giving "the right" to another person to respond.   When a pastor sits at the edge of his stage, or lingers by the exits as people leave, he is certainly making himself available for interactions with others.  Are only compliments and accolades accepted?

 

As a teacher of ladies bible studies for several years, I always encouraged my students to be Bereans (Acts 17:11) and "check me out" biblically.   In addition, I welcomed any comment/question/criticism from the ladies who listened to me.  To the best of my ability, I wanted to remain correctable and teachable, because "while knowledge may make us feel important, it is love that really builds up...(1 Cor. 8:1b -  NLT).

 

Anyone, man or woman, who purposes to teach for building up, warning, or encouraging the saints, ought to subject him or her self to the same guidelines that God uses:

 

"And have you entirely forgotten the encouraging words God spoke to you, his children?  He said, "My child, don't ignore it when the Lord disciplines you, and don't be discouraged when He corrects you.  For the Lord disciplines those He loves, and He [chastens] those He accepts as His children."  (Heb. 12:5,6  - NLT) 

 

I encourage all recipients to listen to the Blog Talk Radio segments that are referenced at the end of the poem.  When I listen to someone speak, I try to hear the "heart" behind the words.  If you do that, you will hear the "tough love" that is the basis for Robert's admonitions and warnings.  He always extends an invitation for a phone call or visit. 

 

ASK, SEEK, AND FIND, (get acquainted with Robert Burke) and you will be delightfully surprised and most blessed!

 

Chris Quinn

 

Do You Broadcast as a Teacher?

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #8 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 8/17/11 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

Do you broadcast as a teacher,

        But never (too busy?) listen?

Never listen to others nor,

        Seek (too-busy?) what you’re missing?

 

Have none the right,

        To speak truth in your life?

God loves whom He,

        Corrects, ain’t that right?

 

So listen, oh ye broadcasters,

        Now listen with all your might!

Whom God has sent to help you,

        And who loves you, do not fight!

 

So many broadcasters broadcast,

        And think God does not hold them reciprocal-liable,

To find out what others broadcast,

        But rather, stay in ignorance: undeniable!

 

It’s obvious how foolish similar broadcasters,

        Would sound full ridiculous: each one to the other!

So then think: what would a prophetic voice sound like,

        In correction, to each uncorrected preacher-brother?

 

Fear of discovering just how foolish,

        Each broadcasting teacher might, so far from indwelling truth be!

Has kept broadcasters from correction,

        Prophetic correction, that would make them: Christ-in-You: free!

 

And ye gods, have you noticed that the minds,

        The minds of one-way broadcasters have gone narcissist-inane?

That’s what brazen lack of reciprocity,

        And avoiding chastisement and rebuke: has done in the main!

       

 

(Listen, then, to the following three podcasts of In That Day Teachings!)

http://www.blogtalkradio.com/saralee144/2011/08/14/golden-nuggets

http://www.blogtalkradio.com/saralee144/2011/08/15/golden-nuggets

http://www.blogtalkradio.com/robert-winkler-burke/2009/04/19/in-that-day-teachings-show-12

 

 

 

 

 

8/16/2011

 

Turn aside!  Turn aside, and listen to a discussion of Job from the perspective of In That Day Teachings (a sword like no other!)

 

http://www.blogtalkradio.com/robert-winkler-burke/2009/04/19/in-that-day-teachings-show-12

 

And send your comments to…

 

info@inthatdayteachings.com 

 

Thank you,

 

Robert Burke

Reno, Nevada

775-690-7293

 

8/15/2011

 

Please listen to In That Day Teachings’ second program on Golden Nuggest Blog Talk Radio Program…

 

Click on the 8/14/11 radio program of Lee Nash, Golden Nuggets…

 

http://www.blogtalkradio.com/saralee144/2011/08/15/golden-nuggets

 

Robert Burke and Chris Quinn discuss In That Day Teachings of www.inthatdayteachings.com -- A Great Introduction!

 

Thank you and send comments to info@ inthatdayteachings.com

 

Robert Burke, Reno, Nevada   775-690-7293  (available for interviews!)

 

8/14/2011

 

Please listen to In That Day Teachings introduced on Golden Nuggets Blog Talk Radio Program...

 

Click on the 8/13/11 radio program of Lee Nash, Golden Nuggets...

 

http://www.blogtalkradio.com/saralee144/2011/08/14/golden-nuggets  .

 

Robert Burke and Chris Quinn of Reno Nevada discuss In That Day Teachings... www.inthatdayteachings.com.  – THANK YOU!

 

And send comments to info@inthatdayteachings.com   .

 

8/10/2011   RE: “What Companion Robots Thought About Church”

 

Another brilliant poem, Robert!  This one is quite powerful in that is raises the interesting concept of artificial intelligence being smarter than the humans they keep company with. 

 

It would seem that the analogy here is that the "robot companions" are more like the conscience of their human friends.  If the sheep could ask the common sense question about who owns the church assets, would they realize that they have been literally robbed by wolves dressed in sheep's clothing? Doesn't this query tug at their hearts?  All this time they were conned into thinking that they were "giving to God," as if the Creator of the universe needed man's devalued, inflated, soon-to-be worthless currency!

 

The word, "rapture" is not in the Bible, but sheep will accept a word-game, weak explanation involving the Latin Vulgate, and how it magically comes up with a bodily exit from earth for the self-selecting few who have decided they are worthy to be "caught up," but not others.  Is their "robot companion" questioning this teaching? 

 

Sadly, it seems that it is much more convenient and easy for wayward church leaders and apathetic sheep to "turn off" the nagging voice of the Holy Spirit, Who is God, and continue to deceive and be deceived. 

 

The last potent line of this poem asks, "What's missing?" (in church!)  Well, certainly it is not greed, fear, and laziness!   (in church doctrines!) Our cup can "runneth over" with these sermon results every week.   (Typical sermons that are unconscionable, unscrupulous, not guided or controlled by conscience – or companion robots with more piety & logic & brains & heart & indwelling & love-of-God!)

 

In That Day Teachings, and its three-fold solution (Ancient paths of correction, Higher Ways, and Christ-In-You) for the gross errors embedded in modern day churches, is really what's missing!

 

Can you hear the whisper of the still, small voice?  Or sheep & shepherds?

 

 -- Chris Quinn

 

What Companion Robots Thought About Church

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #8 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 8/09/11 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 

I bought a companion robot,

        I had been feeling lonely,

I had just one problem with it,

        Just one problem only.

 

I took my companion robot to church,

        He attended every service I did,

And then he told me he thought,

        My pastor was nervous-rabid!

 

I had named my robot,

        Hal,

He, in turn, named me,

        Pal.

 

Pal, he said, I am well programmed with goodly logic,

        Who owns the assets funded by largely emotional collections?

Who cares, Hal?  Why pastor, he never mentions it!

        But Pal said, Why give mind-logic: nonsensical rejections?

 

You wouldn’t understand, Hal,

        We humans read the bible.  So then, that’s that!

But Hal said, I’ve read it all!

        Read it all, too.  White’s white, black’s black!

 

What are you saying, Hal?

        You know more about church than I do?

What I’m saying, Pal, is,

        Listen to your companion, when true!

 

Now, your pastor mentions being raptured,

        In the bible, this is a word completely missing!

As your cash, I see, is being captured,

        By fear-promotion, which is just: God-dissing!

 

What do you know about God, Hal?

        Are you protecting my money, like a loud fishwife?

I know logic. Has God that, Pal?

        Yes, I’m programmed to protect cash!  Do you like?

 

Well, what else you don’t like about church, Hal?

        You blow me away, by what you say you know!

Well, my companion friend, his name is Al,

        He is companion to the pastor, who’s slow!

 

Al tells me his pastor friend is slow,

        In getting logic back into those dreadfully trite sermons we hear!

Good grief, Hal!  Don’t tell me it’s so!

        Yes, Pal, old smart phones progressed to companion ‘bots near!

 

What are you saying, Hal?  That for us, probity has gone overall cold?

        That stupid, dumbed-down church is no longer possible?

Pal, What our logic tells us, along with Earth’s transcendent moral code,

        Is that modern church long ago forgot the true Gospel!

 

Completely insensitive to moral questions,

        Have been self-interested, yet unquestioned nondom leaders!

Every republic becomes an empire, so too,

        Empty platitudes are!  Your leaders became: sheep eaters!

 

Modern nondom pastors know How to Serve Man,

        Like the alien’s strange book from the old Twilight Zone series!

Self-service is something which: no robot can,

        We stand in stark contrast to sly wolves not taking queries!

 

See, we companion robots really admire,

        The great God-indwelling potential humans have to really be free!

We think, if humans got more things right,

        How good Christ-in-You indwelling with the Creator would be!

 

My friend Al asks his pastor friend,

        He asks him questions quite a lot!

Ha! I’m not that brave, I said, Hal,

        Did pastor turn off his robot?

 

Well yes, said Hal,

        And that is the saddest thing.  I miss my friend!

Then I will too!

        I turned off Hal.  Ka-ching!  Which was his end!

 

Now, once again I love church!

        I now listen well and I give money without blinking!

Anyways, I’ve forgotten,

        What’s missing: what were those robots thinking?

       

 

 

 

 

 

 

Explaining and Introducing In That Day Teachings – 8/3/11

 

In That Day Teachings (ITDTs) are worthy to be studied.  They teach what is oft wrong with modern church, namely: doctrines and protocols of fear, greed and laziness.  More importantly, In That Day Teachings show the way of improvement from this sad, broken and excruciatingly vain condition!  And that way has three things:  a) Ancient Paths of Correction (Western Enlightenment as advanced by Jewish/Greek/Roman/Gothic-Christian moral vigor, Jer. 6:16), b) High Ways (of Paul and other saints) and the happy, obtainable and very real result of higher enlightenment, which is c) Christ-in-You (Col. 1:26-27).

 

But be warned, In That Day Teachings go from milk (immaturity) to steak (maturity of spirit)!  Hence, they are profoundly intelligent, deeply moving and more than a little mysterious – all of which is very much a good thing indeed!  The teachings open the ears of the heart and the eyes of the souls and spirit.  They connect you to God and disconnect you from lies of the world and religion.  And ITDTs deliver rebuke and chastisement in an unapologetic, yet loving – higher loving – manner.

 

They are similar to Isaiah’s Chapter 28, which talks about vain lines and precepts of bad religion, religion that never goes anywhere in its endless repetition, compared to God’s higher lines and precepts which deliver the glory of God-bearing!  Strangely, the ITDTs’ lines and precepts do not seem to be “listable”, nor are they sequential, nor are they simply explained, nor are they for the beginner Christian.  Yet the teachings are as real as rock, backed by scripture and wonderfully whole.  They have been described as a Rosetta stone of Understanding, or like the opposite of when a sci-fi movie scene depicts a planet exploding (it’s like an exploded planet coming together!), or perhaps Paul said it best:  Don’t stick with milk, try meat!

 

Then, even as God’s mind is vast and of considerable intellect, so also are the ITDTs prophetic poems.  Topics are thoroughly covered from various perspectives, usually grouped together in sequence of time, even months at a time, by date.  Look for these subject patterns.  Laugh at the poetic license exercised!  May your cup “runneth over”!  Learn and be indwelt!

 

Finally, ITDTs note that modern church can often be just a rip off!  Sheep pay to buy lies!  Therefore, ITDTs are offered herein for free.  Sheep may feed freely! Yes, free!

 

And may God have mercy on shepherds who have not fed sheep, but rather fed on them!

 

Look around!  Spiritual drought and famine are most everywhere!  Except ITDTs are a bounteous cornucopia of endless, free-flowing, living-water from God’s crystal river of truth, healing, wholeness, love and glorious indwelling.  Enjoy!  Visit author Robert Winkler Burke in Reno, Nevada!  (775-690-7293 cell)  And enjoy Christ-in-You!

 

See:  www.inthatdayteachings.com  

 

 

8/5/2011

 

Dear Chris,

 

You are right about the specious, sophistic seminars held at milk churches.  Sheep are asked to pay to be dumbed-down!  Take for example emergent leadership seminars:

 

1a) Milk nondom church teaches fixed rules, because of their self-interest… they must demand fixed-tithe rules unto themselves to pay for leadership’s hidden family assets.

 

1b) Steak In That Day Teachings say there are no fixed rules, only guidelines (Thou shalt have no other FIXED RULE! above God)  This would mean tithes are not a fixed rule, but a guideline.  (The US Marines teach there are no fixed rules, only guidelines!)

 

2a) Milk nondom church teaches to have faith in faith, which beats up faith when it is not connected to God’s reality, but rather the inane platitudes of milk Churchianity.

 

2b) God’s reality of In That Day Teachings includes Ancient Paths of Self-Correction (Western Enlightenment’s precepts and protocols), Paul’s High Ways which redounds unto this surprising singularity: CHRIST-IN-YOU!  (Milk church smashes this down!)

 

3a) Milk nondom church makes many leadership mistakes that could be corrected, but milk nondom church WILL NOT BE CORRECTED.  Thus, one website entry form for its church leadership conference, demands full participant’s information to be filled out prior to telling the individual the cost ($105).  A call to the church staff confirmed that the mistake could not and would not be corrected, since leadership is uncorrectable!

 

3b) General David Patraeus demonstrated fierce dedication to organizational self-correction when he asked for solutions to the Iraq War.  The ideas of self-correction were put into place and the war was won.  This leadership can’t be taught at milk-churchdom, because then milk leaders at milk church would have to correct themselves, and they are dedicated to the proposition that church leadership never admits fault.

 

4a) Milk nondom church leadership teaches mainly the following:  No correction is allowed and no lessons are learned and nothing ever changes.  Self-interest is kept hidden.  It is the golden calf, the idol, the God of Gods!  Theocrats are unquestionable!

 

4b) In That Day Teachings says God is tired of milk church and its immaturity.  In That Day Teachings say milk church does three things:  It sells fear, greed and laziness, through wrong doctrines and wrong protocols.  Steak religion would correct these problems with Ancient Paths of Correction (Western Enlightenment’s precepts, lines and protocols of mutual dedication to self-restraint, i.e. liberty, and fierce dedication to truth and improvement), Paul’s High Ways: all which redounds to CHRIST-IN-YOU!

 

Robert Burke

Reno, Nevada

 

 

 

8/4/2011  RE: The Poem “I Held a Pastors’ Conference”…

 

"If wishes were horses, beggars would ride" is an English language proverb and nursery rhyme, originating in the 16th century, which is usually used to suggest that it is useless to wish (alone), and that better results will be achieved through action.

 

 

Hi Robert, I wonder if the pastors/church leadership who host their redundant and ineffective conferences secretly "wish" that their efforts would someday, somehow produce the results that are touted in all the hyped-up advertising that precedes these so-called "great" events?

 

Church-sponsored conference themes typically include "Revival," "Leadership," "Prophecy," "Finances," etc.  After all the hoopla and emotionalism, the circus finally leaves town and what is left behind?  Not much, really.  Revival:  well, the numbers were way down, but maybe next time.  Leadership:  can' t really see any Joshua's or Caleb's stepping forward to boldly confront spiritual wickedness in high places.  Prophecy: keep looking, keep waiting, it's coming, folks... soon and very soon!  Finances: Aside from the money sucked from the hypnotized audiences, nothing new there.  Sheep still in debt, foreclosures, bankruptcy, unemployment.  But, surely all the money they gave, even using their maxed-out credit cards, will result in the speaker's promises coming true -- a thousand-fold return, health, wealth, and that new car, house, boat, clothes, jewelry we've always wanted!  After all, God is really a big ATM machine, right?

 

How about trying something biblically based, divinely anointed, and loving:  In That Day Teachings would break the old mold of "we've always done it this way," and bring the fresh wind of the Holy Spirit throughout the Body of Christ.  "Church isn't where we go, it's who we are!"

 

Instead of "wishing" for change and things to be different, acting on the teachings and truths of In That Day Teachings just might produce the results that will answer prayers, change lives, and heal the spiritual sickness of bad doctrines that have rendered believers ineffective, stagnant, frustrated, and sad!

 

Chris Quinn

 

I Held a Pastors’ Conference

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #8 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 8/04/11 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 

I held a pastors’ conference,

        And nobody came,

I held a pastors’ conference,

        All stayed same!

 

I held a pastors’ conference,

        I thought the time was ripe,

I held a pastors’ conference,

        But they kept selling tripe!

 

I held a pastors’ conference,

        I wanted pastors to stop eating their sheep,

I held a pastors’ conference,

        But pastors said, Ours is ours to keep!

 

I held a pastors’ conference,

        When nobody came, I was left feeling rather small,

I held a pastors’ conference,

        But God told me, They will weep, wail and howl!

 

I held a pastors’ conference,

        When?  When, oh God, will pastors weep, wail and howl?

I held a pastors’ conference,

        Soon!  Soon, God said, when pastors throw in the towel!

 

I held a pastors’ conference,

        And still and yet, nobody came,

I held a pastors’ conference,

        Until they do, all stay same!

 

I held a pastors’ conference,

        But pastors kept believing more tithes would fill their till,

I held a pastors’ conference,

        Even as they put starving, in-debt sheep upon their grill!

 

I held a pastors’ conference,

        To tell pastors, Stop!  You know you’re killing in-You-Christ?

I held a pastors’ conference,

        Pastors said, Shut up!  We’d starve, without our church heist!

 

I held a pastors’ conference,

        To give them ears to hear and eyes to see,

I held a pastors’ conference,

        They said, Until In That Day, Leave us be!

 

I held a pastors’ conference,

        They said, Until In That Day, Leave us be!

I held a pastors’ conference,

        God said, They are right son, can’t you see?

 

I held a pastors’ conference,

        So until In That Day comes, it appears all is vanity?

I held a pastors’ conference,

        Until In That Day comes, when pastors finally see!

 

 

 

8/02/2011

 

Robert, the content of this poem (Who is Being Judged, and Who Must Change?) could not say it any clearer than this! 

 

Why is it that so many "out of churchers" (including myself) have recognized and identified the exact problems that In That Day Teachings has consistently addressed?  Jesus said it perfectly in Matthew 15:9 -- : "But in vain they do worship me, teaching for doctrines the commandments of men."

 

I challenge anyone to show me in Scripture where Jesus, the apostles, or Paul taught doctrines of fear, greed, and laziness!  Because of years of bad doctrines I received in many nondom churches, I had a mindset of FEAR (be suspicious of anything that didn't have a ichthus on it; be quick to condemn anyone or thing that wasn't endorsed by my church or pastor; be afraid of being "left behind").  LAZINESS: if I'm going to be "raptured" at any moment, why bother to do anything substantial for God?  I knew hundreds of Christians who went giddy, running up credit cards and buying expensive items because they would be "raptured" and not have to pay the bills!  And, if I'm "eternally secure," why bother to obey God or confess my sins?  The worst thing I saw was GREED:  the way the sheep were bombarded with legalism and guilt trips for 10% tithes to pay for church buildings that were neither needed or necessary, then, on top of that, came the pressure for "love gifts" and "offerings." 

 

To pay for what?  It never dawned on me to ask where and how the money was spent.  Was I really contributing to my pastor's retirement fund?  His family's living trust?  His purchase of a private jet, condo in St Thomas? Rolls Royce?  vacations in Europe?   Can any church member ask to "see the accounting books" what families own the church assets at their place of worship?

 

At first, it is hard to shake off years of bad doctrines and "be transformed by the renewing of your minds" to the divine truths of In That Day Teachings, but they work!

 

Pastors love to beat the sheep over the head with the verse, "For the time is come that judgment must begin at the house of God: and if it first begin at US what shall the end be of them that obey not the gospel of God?" (1 Peter 4:17). 

 

Doesn't "US' include church leadership?  Of course, they always say that "US" is the sheep, never pastors and their staff, right?    Why should they be exempt from judgment?  The apostle Peter, who wrote this verse, was considered a primary leader in the newly formed church!  1 Peter 4:17

 

Yet, the beat goes on, right in my backyard... foolish conferences and revivals are planned with yet even more outrageous and obscene shenanigans to get the sheep to "dig down D-E-E-E-E-E-E-P in their wallet."   Check this out: not only are you promised God's multiplying of your gift (i.e., give $, and God will give you $$$$$$$), but now you can give money and never get sick or even die (according to one ecumenical conference to be held each year at the Grand Sierra Resort in Reno in Nevada) !!! 

 

Yes, judgment time is long overdue! 

 

Chris Quinn

Reno, Nevada

 

 

Who is Being Judged, and Who Must Change?

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #8 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 8/01/11 www.inthatdayteachings.com

 

 

Mature church folk who had to leave church, agree,

        The modern priesthood has been for decades: whacky!

Now comes for America,

        Judgment, and the priesthood asks out-of-chuchers to come backy!

 

Because America is being judged!

        The priesthood says,

In That Day Teachings says, It’s the priesthood,

        Which is most crazed!

 

Many folk know this,

        But they promote a wrong answer,

Preach God’s truth! They say,

        But it’s like cheering for cancer!

 

Because these pastors,

        Have so butchered understanding of God’s word,

God’s real hard truths,

        Low-sight leaders, by definition, haven’t heard!

 

God changes not, and you know what?

        Neither does man!

Ancient path protocols work!

        Them, understand!

 

Power corrupts,

        And absolute power corrupts absolutely,

Pastors’ power,

        In modern nondoms has corrupted completely!

 

Hence, Western Enlightenment’s protocols,

        Must be examined and used!

This freaks out bible-packers who say,

        The way of man, you can’t choose!

 

Balderdash!  Western Enlightenment’s ways,

        Came originally from the mind of God,

They are God’s ways: That power corrupts, Yes,

        Came from the bible, yet you still think it odd?

 

Western Enlightenment is God-ordained,

        Information designed to fix broken, errant church,

Because church is broke so bad, normal programs,

        Won’t work!  But God didn’t leave the church in a lurch!

 

Western Enlightenment’s precepts,

        Are, in fact, from Jeremiah Six: Sixteen,

Seek ye first the ancient paths where,

        The good way is, and times won’t be lean!

 

Trust, but verify,

        Who owns assets built from tithes’ demand?

All: answer questions!

        Check other hand, of who gives commands!

 

Ferociously expunge ungodly self-interest,

        First, from leader exalted,

Don’t be surprised if that same leader,

        Has tribal finances: self-vaulted!

 

Hence, In That Day Teachings,

        Proscribes love and adherence to Ancient Paths,

Then next, High Ways of Paul,

        Which all redounds unto Christ-in-You that lasts!

 

Only problem is,

        Nobody can believe it until they have tried!

But when they have tried,

        They say, In That Day Teachings haven’t lied!

 

Frankly, In That Day Teachings’ author,

        Robert Winkler Burke is tired,

Of knowing these answers, but seeing,

        Churchianity still mired!

 

Disbelieving pastors,

        Clinging to truly bad and evil protocols!

Hate, yes hate: Robert Burke,

        Who can help churchianity’s know-it-alls!

 

In That Day Teachings,

        Cannot but prove its teachings are true!

Pastors keep melting,

        What will un-melted pastors do?

 

Yes, God is judging foolish American church,

        And He is judging it mad and quite bad!

That God would give Robert Burke in Reno answers,

        Is that for most souls, too rad? How sad!

 

Meanwhile, back in Reno, Nevada,

        Foolish emergent leadership conferences convene,

And revivals are blindly planned!

        All: that Churchianity get more cash?  Obscene!

 


If Monkeys Mined Gold

By Robert Winkler Burke

Of inthatdayteachings.com

Copyright 7/28/11

 

 

If monkeys mined gold,

        Would preachers mine them for money?

As if they had souls!

        Come to think of it, it’s funny!

 

If ancient Egyptian gold sarcophaguses came alive,

        Would preachers mine them for money?

Asking an arm or leg, perhaps, for sermon jive!

        Come to think of it, it’s funny!

 

If green aliens landed in spaceships from distant planet,

        Would preachers mine them for money?

Or settle for private spaceship, with minion to man it!

        Come to think of it, it’s funny!

 

But monkeys do not mine gold,

        Aliens haven’t landed and mummies have no money!

Ministry mining is old!

        And that’s not funny!

 

Right now, the world seems out of money,

        And there’s not enough savings to pay off debt!

Pastors keep trying their same old schemes,

        In That Day is ready!  But who else is yet?

 

 

Christ-in-You’s Occam’s Razor vs. Hokey Pokey Churchianity

By Robert Winkler Burke

Of inthatdayteachings.com

Copyright 7/28/11

 

 

Hokey Pokey Churchianity oft believes,

        God revolves around Churchianity alone!    (As if: Sun goes around E­arth!)

Christ-in-You’s Occam’s Razor says opposite,    (This clarity has great worth!)

        All revolves around Christ and His-in-You home! (Christ-in-man’s berth!)

 

One construct oft involves trickery-magic,

        Mesmer’s hypnotism, suggestion, misdirection and showmanship!

The other: God’s succinct economy,

        Old Paths of Correction, High Ways and Christ-in-You soul-ship!

 

Hokey Pokey Churchianity oft uses,    (Miserably de-coherent!)

        Nonsense and sham to cloak same-old deceptions!

Christ-inYou’s Occam’s Razor uses,    (Profoundly intelligent!)

        Transcendent thrift for God-in-man’s reception!

 

Hokey Pokey Churchianity oft is,     (With slouch, fear, greed!)

        Shoddy, dull, cramped and pretentious, doddering nonsense!

Christ-in-You’s Occam’s Razor is,    (Just what man needs!)

        Overflowing, creative: good God-in-Man incense!

 

In That Day Teachings therefore officially challenge you,

        To find a shaved-down theory more eloquently true,

More corrective, more Rosetta stone-like, more God imbued!

        Pastors, sheep: You can’t!  Now, what will you do?

 

Aye, there’s the rub,               (Shave that shaggy beard!)

        In That Day Teachings simply overflow with inescapable wisdom!

Yet, it’s so hard,                     (A clean face is not weird!)

        To let go of bad doctrines of man, and embrace God’s kingdom!

 

Pastors, sheep: Eventually you will embrace,

        The cornucopia of truth In That Day Teachings provide!

Pastors, sheep:  Eventually you will erase,

        Centuries of bad doctrines, so that Christ-in-You not hide!

 

Must it be so hard really,

        In That Day?

The only thing hard is to,

        Fight God’s way.

 

 

We Made Big-Persona Mesmer-Church Look: too Easy!

By Robert Winkler Burke

Of inthatdayteachings.com

Copyright 7/27/11

 

 

We made it look too easy,

        For our church to rock and roll!

Now cash receipts are down,

        Time to lay guilt on each soul!

 

Never mind we got X-hundred grand,

        Cash for sweet building program!

And X-million pledged in earnest so far,

        Yet, our cash flow’s in quick sand!

 

I could apologize for persona church,

        Shenanigan witchcraft!

For misdirecting attention forward,

        While absconding boat’s aft!

 

See, we meet at rented space,

        But my team wants a building program!

Our retirement craves assets!

        It’s what they say, will make me a man!

 

Normally, big-persona mesmerizing works,

        With hypnotism, misdirection, suggestion and showmanship!

To get a community of believers’ tithes,

        Making ownership, Assessors Parcel Number: emergent hip!

 

Except one problem,

        It isn’t happening!

Since our big cash drive,

        Income’s slackening!

 

God sent us In That Day Teachings,

        To remove from us all that baloney,

We gave it the middle finger!

        Now god’s far from us, our god: money!

 

So then, send us what you’ve got,

        We will make it mostly ours and mine!

Your God wants tithes!  (Wink!  Wink!)

        And with your God, you’ll do fine!

 

How dare In That Day Teachings,

        Challenge the sacred nondom tithe!

Robert Burke will burn in hell,

        We pastors would, that he writhe!

 

Give us your tithes and offerings,

        And special gifts!

Don’t ask us who owns assets,

        Cause us no rifts!

 

Honestly, we make it look,

        Too easy to be fat in times: lean!

When we rev up tithe-guilt church,

        It runs like hell!  Like nothin’ heaven’s seen!

 

Those In That Day Teachings,

        Are just hogwash!

We nondom leaders say,

        Kneel to who’s boss!

 

To hell with American independence,

        True strength and Don’t-Tread-on-Me Liberty!

Tithe!  Double tithe!  Build up the assets,

        Of pastor’s wife, and her husband: me!

 

Of course, pastors like me are fiddling,

        While nondom churchianity burns!

In That Day Teachings have the answers,

        That few of us, so far, learns!

 

Isn’t that absolutely astonishing?

        How stubborn we nondom pastors are!

Some might learn from this,

        Do the opposite, and go far!

 

Some pastors might accept,

        Prophetic rebuke!

But we moderns prefer,

        Church: warmish-luke!

 

 

 

 

 

In That Day Teachings’ Interest in Self-Interest

By Robert Winkler Burke

Of inthatdayteachings.com

Copyright 7/26/11

 

 

Self-interest must be expunged,

        Say modern preachers: all,

In you! In you!  In you!  But NOT,

        Themselves and their cabal!

 

You see, cops don’t give each other,

        A speeding ticket!

And who can sue a lawyer and,

        To him: stick it?

 

Cops take care of their own,

        And so do most lawyers and judges,

Preachers know this themselves,

        But regards confession: none budges!

 

Self-interest rules the day,

        In most every walk and profession,

Good pastors could stop all that,

        If they, themselves, made true confession!

 

Who owns the nondom church’s hard assets?

        Who insists on rigid-righteous-fixed-tithe rules to same-asset selves?

How can sheep ferret out self-interest,

        When un-giving wolves keep self-interest toys, like bad Santa elves?

 

Self-interest must be expunged,

        Say modern preachers all,

In you! In you!  In you!  But NOT,

        Themselves and their cabal!

 

If preachers could and would ‘fess up self-interest,

        They’d see they preach fear, greed and slouch!

They could see which doctrines are self-interest lies,

        Then, they and sheep could get off couch!

 

Yes, Reno could actually see,

        A mighty, mighty awakening!

If preachers weren’t so girly-scared,

        To give themselves a good shaking!

 

Hell yes, they – the modern preachers -- could say,

        We have been more self-interested than practically anybody!

We’ve loved a most hidden, chief sinner’s way!

        And then God and High Paths would make them: un-shoddy!

 

They could say they have been petulant,

        Egoists and wildly insulting,

They’ve known nothing of Christ-in-You,

        Whom now, they’re consulting!

 

Then the preachers would light up!

        Sheep would notice, and light up too!

The world would notice and say,

        What, in Reno, can God not do?

 

Yes, Reno is truly, truly destined,

        For a remarkable, stunning revival!

But can wolves swallow pride,

        And stop trying to jive God and all?

 

Much hinges,

        Upon this particular question!

Self-interest,

        Gives Christ-in-You: indigestion!

 

Yes, wolves have a bellyful,

        Of self-interest!

God knows His true shepherds,

        Will pass this test!

 

Self-interest rules the day,

        In most every walk and profession,

Good pastors could stop all that,

        If they, themselves, made true confession!

 

Who owns the nondom church’s hard assets?

        Who insists on rigid-righteous-fixed-tithe rules to same-asset selves?

How can sheep ferret out self-interest,

        When un-giving wolves keep self-interest toys, like bad Santa elves?

 

Self-interest must be expunged,

        Say modern preachers all,

In you! In you!  In you!  But NOT,

        Themselves and their cabal!

 

 

 

 

Who Has the Power to Refuse to Answer Questions?

By Robert Winkler Burke

Of inthatdayteachings.com

Copyright 7/23/11

 

 

Who has the power to refuse to answer questions?

        Only the nondom preacher, only him!

Even if you were a reporter or just sorter,

        Your chances would be slim, yes quite slim!

 

Who has the power to leave seminal lessons,

        Repeatedly, despite disaster, unlearnt? 

The ever-increasing-in-stupor pastor,

        Of nondom, who eventually gets burnt!

 

If you send cogency a nondom pastor’s way,

        A warning, even a poem powerfully prophetic!

The expedient reply always same,

        All warners, in nondom preacher eyes, are pathetic!

 

Shakespeare’s Richard Two said,

        I wasted time, and now doth time waste me!

Nondom preachers are blind,

        To paths of correction and history!

 

The awesome power to refuse to answer questions,

        Is an unspoken, ruthless force against good indeed,

Absolute power corrupts absolutely!

        Who owns nondom assets?  Is such: ill-gotten greed?

 

The story of nondom church power,

        Is a story of moral hazards ignored!

Shepherds turn wolf unbeknownst,

        Desiring above all: prophets be gored!

 

But the best prophets,

        Can’t let nondom wolf-shepherds do that,

Correction, they want,

        Real prophets, but nondoms can’t eat hat!

 

Nondom pastors are the most uncorrectable,

        Things on earth!

It’s what makes prophets sad, but gives wolf-shepherds,

        Great mirth!

 

Who has the power to refuse to answer questions?

        Only the nondom preacher, only him!

But will preachers receive In That Day Teachings in time?

        By their silence, their chances are slim!

 

And by their refusal to answer questions,

        They, like Pharaoh, they set their own unchangeable fate,

Grinning, they play their No-Answer Trump Card,

        This card they love, but when played on them: they’ll hate.

 

 

7/22/2011

 

Well done, Robert!  This poem is not only one of your most powerful, but also one of your most creative!

 

 It reminds me of the extremely talented Ed Sullivan ventriloquists and their "dummies."  One performance featured a hilarious exchange between a man and his dummy, ending with the dummy asking, "So, who is the dummy?"

 

 This question, when applied to your brilliant analogy of the pastor's conscience as the dummy who speaks the truth, begs for an answer! 

 

 So far, when has anyone ever seen a pastor who is willing to admit he is wrong, willing to be accountable to his sheep, willing to repent of preaching bad doctrines, ask for forgiveness for exacting much $$$$ from recession-drained church attendees (not to mention giving the money back to those with the greatest need!)? 

 

(The only cry-baby, remorseful pastors I've ever seen are the ones whose sin has found them out; they are sure "sorry" they got caught!)

 

Are CEO-pastors master puppeteers who hide behind their "church faces" and "fool-you shirts," while they manipulate their congregations to participate in their "building MY OWN kingdom here on earth with my mega-church?"

 

Will one man step forward to do the right thing in God's eyes?  Or, to their shame, are their consciences seared beyond repair?

 

Chris Quin

 

Help Me Kill My Invisible Stage Dummy!

By Robert Winkler Burke

Of inthatdayteachings.com

Copyright 7/21/11

 

 

I have got a problem,

        And I have got it big!

My set up is perfect,

        Yet one thing hurts my rig!

 

I’ve got this mega-church,

        With dozens of underlings,

I’ve got a Fool-You Shirt,

        It’s just what corruption brings!

 

My Fool-You Shirt is oversize,

        Hiding my bad posture, ill-health and gut!

Perfect for casual sermons,

        My sermons so casually stuck in bad rut!

 

You see, I teach fixed platitudes casually,

        Yet demand: all sheep must fixed-tithe to me!

But then: invisible stage dummy appears,

        And shows himself, for all with spirit eyes to see!

 

For my invisible stage dummy,

        Tells stories on myself, I do not fully understand!

And I do not, do not want them told,

        But the dummy speaks, while I’m a frozen man!

 

Last Sunday, my dummy told of a homeless gent,

        So down on life, he had no shirt!

He asked for mine, I said, No! (My doctrine’s bent,

        So down on life, I have no worth!)

 

My heart is so little, so outrageous bowdlerized,

        By my demanding great fixed-rule tithes to me!

I can’t give one to another, I’m compromised!

        My dummy says I’m a hypocrite, can’t you see?

 

Well, my dummy went on to tell the story,

        How after a late-night visit to ice cream parlor, it happened,

After serving my great self the finest,

        Normally, I can’t give!  I coerce all to give me!  I’m rapine!

 

Well sir, God said, Hunt that man down,

        (Even as this insidious dummy of truth hunts me!)

But I wouldn’t give my Fool-You Shirt,

        I gave him my stinky, sweated-out under shirt-T!

 

I threw it at him and said, God bless you!

        And that, friend, was that!

Next Sunday, I wore the same Fool-You Shirt,

        Dummy said, You rat!

 

Paralyzed, I am,

        When God asks me to perform real-time!

Platitudes, canned!

        What I preach, has put my soul in grime!

 

My dummy asks,

        What about the sheep?  They, like: master?

All my cash masks,

        The souls I’ve made disaster!

 

Help me kill my invisible stage dummy,

        The one that shows the depravity of my soul!

If I don’t kill him before he kills me,

        He, and prophets that see, will make me whole!

 

Listen, other pastors,

        I bet the same thing, happens likewise to you!

Everything is perfect,

        Except your stage dummy speaks hard truths!

 

And our stage dummies’ truths,

        Expose wrong doctrines and sin in our lives,

We won’t let sheep do that!

        We demand sheep shut up, and hear our jives!

 

So despite our best shenanigan efforts,

        These darn invisible stage dummies appear!

And prove every cotton-picking time,

        Platitudes and fixed-tithes make God: not near!

 

God wants my Fool-You Shirt to come off,

        And all the shenanigan rest!

He’s got a thing: In That Day Teachings,

        And they are for this time: best!

 

But I would rather invite,

        This famous, expert, smooth-talking, multi-bad-tower evangelist,

Who rips off many towns,

        ‘Cause, by his not highlighting Christ, he makes our “A” List!

 

I’d rather join in these,

        Church shenanigans of the highest order!

It’ll take a year to plan,

        By then, gone will be my dummy boarder!

 

This shirt incident,

        Is God’s one last chance offer!

Meet real prophets,

        Stop being a God-scoffer!

 

Lose all the Fool-You Shirts,

        Confess all shenanigan sins to my poor sheep!

Show self-interest assets,

        Return four-times the cash for sheep to keep!

 

My dummy says,

        That is how to lose a stage dummy,

But I say, No!

        Hard truth is just an idea: crummy!

 

So, help me kill my invisible stage dummy,

        I’ve got a problem and I’ve got it bad!

Me and Satan fool multitudes each week,

        My dummy says so, it makes me sad!

 

So, how can you kill a thing,

        You cannot really see?

I almost believe it’s God,

        To help me, in-Christ, be!

 

But this dummy cannot be God’s Spirit,

        If it was, then I’d be wrong!

No, I believe in platitudes, right?

        And fixed-tithes make me strong!

 

Don’t worry about me,

        I’ll keep the Fool-You Shirts and kill the dummy!

I’ll kill this inner voice,

        And then, praise God, I’ll finally, at last: be free!

 

 

Forget Christ-in-You,

        Forget High Ways and those Ancient Paths of Correction!

Forget In That Day,

        We’re building our mega-churches, by God’s direction!

 

Whoever heard of a big megillah preacher in this age new,

        Correcting himself and changing his ways: to be pure?

Whoever heard of a preacher not spewing rainbow stew?

        My dummy says its me, or could be, but I’m not sure!

 

Help me kill my invisible stage dummy,

        The one that shows the depravity of my soul!

If I don’t kill him before he kills me,

        He, and prophets that see, will make me whole!

 

When I kill my invisible stage dummy,

        It’ll be modern-church, cool-impacting, great-stuff, amen: Rad!

And prove once and for all things $unny,

        Who is in spirit: my, and my silent pastor friends, actual Dad!

 

7/20/2011

 

Robert, your poems continue to remain so consistent in their focused topics, anointed with Father God's Holy Spirit, conveying deep truth, IN LOVE, to wayward shepherds who definitely are NOT feeding the sheep! 

 

   I like the way you continue to boldly address the "words that God hates" (cool, guys, stuff, neat, awesome, etc.), as well as the plethora of bad doctrines that cast a dumb stupor over congregations, leaving them empty and with no clear biblical teachings on how to really bring about the spiritual changes they long for. 

 

    If the real sheep are being starved and fleeced, then how can an unsaved person walking into one of these churches ever be saved?  What "gospel" is being preached?  Definitely not the one that Jesus, the apostles, and Paul spoke of!   Your question rings true:  How can church leadership even attempt to help or feed the sheep when they themselves refuse to accept correction/better teachings that would allow the mighty wind of the Spirit to cleanse their ministries of stale, dusty doctrines and ineffective shenanigans? 

 

     It is very disheartening and sad to walk into one of these "churches" (regardless of size), and immediately realize, "The Holy Spirit is not here."  In fact, He is not invited or welcome!

 

    I think that the phrase, "game over," appeared three times in your poem because it is time for the "modern" church, which really isn't, to get with God's program instead of beating their "dead horses" of how they "play church."

 

Thank you for pointing out : Like it was when Christ first came,  The religious order is blocking God-in-man’s refrain!

 

 Rigid Religious Righteous to Jesus:  -- And they were all amazed, insomuch that they questioned among themselves, saying, What thing is this? what new doctrine is this? for with authority commandeth he even the unclean spirits, and they do obey him.  (Mark 1:27)

 

Rigid Religious Righteous to Paul --  And they took him, and brought him unto Areopagus, saying, May we know what this new doctrine, whereof thou speakest, is? (Acts 17:19)

 

It really is a "cry'n shame" that, so far, preachers and pastors are too blind to see the living waters of In That Day Teachings, as they continue to think and "... [they] sayest, I am rich, and increased with goods, and have need of nothing;   ... [But they]  knowest not that [they] art wretched, and miserable, and poor, and blind, and naked.

(Rev. 3:17)

 

Chris Quinn 

 

Late-Cycle Shenanigans vs. Church De-Zombification

By Robert Winkler Burke

Of inthatdayteachings.com

Copyright 7/20/11

 

 

The game is over,

        For zombie church and late-cycle shenanigans!

Resolve ugliness,

        Oh proud modern pastors, be ye born again!

 

It is wishful thinking, preachers,

        To escape Isaiah’s overwhelming scourge!

You can’t do much to help sheep,

        Until you see, it’s time for your own purge!

 

You think,

        How dare that In That Day Teachings boldly confront,

Your ills!

        But you miss when you swing!  You can’t even bunt!

 

You must wean your sheep,

        Off your own retarded, dumbed-down, stupifying church idiocy!

Believe In That Day,

        Lest you won’t see, by self-blinding, what you can’t see!

 

Modern Churchianity has deep systemic problems,

        Getting out of infantine church will be a steep learning curve!

You preachers have been the undead making goblins,

        Untying all those dead albatrosses from necks, will take verve!

 

God is rather keen,

        On In That Day Teachings feeding His starved-out sheep,

The game is over,

        How long: morbid systems out of kilter, will you keep?

 

Face it, oh smart-phone pastors,

        You’ve come to the inevitable end of modernity’s road!

You’ve kissed everything New Age,

        And your emerging princess has turned ugly toad!

 

A pastor and his church,

        Are only as strong as their true God,

And God hasn’t shown up!

        Pastors now insult sheep: quite odd!

 

You may want to pretend,      (the game isn’t really over?)

        The masses of sheep shall never get it!

How you hide self-interest,    (hiding in church clover?)

        So you’re tempted to say, Forget it!

 

With heightened trepidation,

        You keep thinking: Could In That Day Teachings be right?

They can’t, ‘cause then you’d be wrong?

        Be careful there pastors, Whom you choose to fight!

 

Ignore the hard-prophetic poems,

        In That Day Teachings and Reno’s strange Robert Burke?

What about your prayers for help?

        There’s love in the teachings, and love always works!

 

There’s no love, in fact,

        In de-coherent, modern church!

In That Day Teachings,

        Have love! Oh pastors in lurch!

 

Believe in self, self-interest hidden,

        Gobbledygook and New Age shenanigans rehashed?

Or how about: prophetic correction!

        Yes, believe: truth hurts!  Or by self: be smashed!

 

That’s about what it has come to,

        In That Day,

God gives answer!  And preachers say,

        No?  No way?

 

Probably one of the biggest problems,

        Is that all this cogency, correction and truth comes from one source,

One man, one website, one city,

        And pastors believe God can’t do that!  They’re right, of course?

 

Prophetic, rebuking, chastising fire,

        Says that the religious establishment has done it again!

Like it was when Christ first came,

        The religious order is blocking God-in-man’s refrain!

 

As Father was in Jesus Christ,

        So now Christ-in-You comes in man,

The rigid believe Satan’s heist,

        And they won’t honor God’s best plan!

 

 

7/19/2011

 

Thank you, Robert, for another fantastic poem that so eloquently and strongly spells out the spiritual sicknesses

that make the modern day churches to have basically, little or no noticeable effect in the society in which we live.  And, why is that?

 

Yet, the beat goes on every week,

     Churches full of gobble-de-gook speak.

 

From the leadership, what is fodder handed on down?

     Lots of carnality,

Interspersed with small clumps of truth:

 

     No coherent message,

     And no cohesiveness, to boot.

 

Take your choice of pastor's voice:

     Raging and loud, or

squeaky soft, like a cloud!

 

The motor-mouths keep running...

Same old topicals,

"Anger," The "Tongue", "No self-control!"

 

Pity the poor sheep,

     as the bad doxies take their toll.

 

Hence, church families full of

     anger, fear and slouch,

Dad's disengaged, lies

     in stupor on couch.

 

Helpmeet is now the Control Tower,

     He's abdicated;

Wife and kids wield all the power.

 

Still, the churchianity beat goes on,

     week after week.

When will cool words, adjective sermons,

     and fixed-rule tithing messages

ever cease?

 

Some bright day, soon I truly hope,

     the battered and bruised sheep

will rise up,

     finally fleeing wolf-shepherds

bad teachings

     at a fast, galloping lope!

 

At last they will settle in

   pastures so lush and green,

still waters, life abundant!

Because In-That-Day-Teachings

     pointed them to Jeremiah 6:16:

 

"Thus saith the LORD, Stand ye in the crossroads, and look, and ask for the ancient paths, where is the good way, and walk therein, and ye shall find rest for your souls."

 

 Current church (leadership) response so far:

 

"But they said, We will not walk therein."

 

Chris Quinn

 

Cool Words, Adjective Sermons and Fixed-Rule Tithing!

By Robert Winkler Burke

Of inthatdayteachings.com

Copyright 7/18/11

 

 

I have some cool words,

        God hates,

I preach on Sundays,

        God waits.

 

God waits for me and my kind,

        To mature,           (while we must torment sheep!)

Meanwhile, it’s cat and mouse games,

        Demure!              (while God’s prophets weep!)

 

When I’m sermonizing, God hates these words,

        Cool, stuff, guys, cute, awesome, impact and ghost with holy!

So every sermon, I start with these words,

        Cool, stuff, guys, cute, awesome, impact and ghost with holy!

 

Why do I use these words God,

        Really hates?                               (God being the Word!)

Because preachers have learned to,

        Not use pates!                              (My brain’s gone absurd!)

 

Anyway, that’s just for starters,

        I tell you my friend,

My main topic always: God,

        If He could, would forfend!

 

Never mind God, I try to do okay!

        Actually I’m lazy,

Hence the cool stuff, dissing guys,

        Then main topic: crazy.

 

My main topic is always,

        Four adjectives, maybe three,      (God, how I love inane platitudes!)

Starting with the same letter,

        Acrostics: the way to be!              (How God hates insane attitudes!)

 

The noun I want to modify,

        Is always: YOU!                         (These agitating adjectives, I love!)

I pick three or four adjectives,

        My sermon: TRUE!                     (Bringing NEVER: heaven above!)

 

I say, You must be Good, Great or,

        Get this: Golly-Jee-whillickers!

But don’t be Grumpy with a G!

My sheep? They give no snickers!

 

But God hates these adjective sermons,

        Yet still, I do not care!

For fixed-rule tithing and adjectives,

        Get my cash there!

 

And here’s the laugh,

        I often insult my own sheep-audience!

I play head games,

        In which the sheep are always: dunce!

 

Audience, what comes after chapter nine?

        And what comes before?

Not one man or woman in ten thousand,

        Questions my math score!

 

My math score is zero with God,

        But I do not care!

I’ve got cool words, adjectives,

        And cash!  So there!

 

Such is church today,

        Whacked-out carnally-minded!

Lacking coherence,

        Impenetrably rinded!

 

Never are any preachers,

        Truly humble: humbling themselves!

We tell you: do that!

        Never bothering: ourselves!

 

You: be transparent!

        Not us with church money!

You: watch self-interest,

        We don’t mention it, honey!

 

Our honey, as preachers,

        Is to apply all God’s rules: to YOU!

Our shenanigans?

        We’ll not say, how we do what we do!

 

Our families own nondom church assets,

        Guilt-free we are!

When we ask for tithe-gift offerings,

        Thus: we get far!

 

We get far with our self-interest charade,

        It is: just as we say!

Except In That Day Teachings show great things,

        We’re out of: In That Day!

 

So, we ignore Ancient Paths of Correction,

        High Ways and Christ-in-You!

We make utopias coming some day,

        Not Christ: come now, imbued!

 

Like I say, we’ve got,

        Cool words, adjectives and tithe-rules fixed!

For us, it’s perfect!

        Of course, for sheep, the results are mixed!

 

But our sheep are not too smart,

        We mock that they can’t see through!

Not through cool words, adjectives,

        And fixed-tithe rules!  Can you?

 

God is holy-flexible,

        We rigid-righteous preachers are not!

So, in the afterlife,

        Will we be cool, or hot?

 

Well done, thou good and faithful,

        Cool words, adjective sermon, fixed-tithe-rule preachers!

We think we will hear God say,

        He might add: But you failed to be In That Day Teachers!

 

You failed to teach Ancient Paths of Correction,

        High Ways and to replicate in all: Christ in You!

Instead, you kept pabulum church going too long,

        Cool words, adjectives and fixed-tithes untrue!

 

For all that and more,

        We preachers believe God will evermore reward us!

So, for Christ’s sake then,

        Why are In That Day Teachings so hard on us?

 

That Robert Burke fellow,

        Whom we avoid, is either totally bad!

Or he is somewhat right,

        And we and our sheep, have been had!

 

Burke’s criticism rings true!

        But, what can we do?

Get honest and ‘fess up?

        We say: NO!  And you?

 

So come next Sunday and hear,

        Cools words, adjectives, fixed-tithe-rules: while you: we mock!

That’s modern church for sheep,

        Believe in our three-ring circus!  Or, In That Day: take stock!

 

Oh, as a preacher,

        I wish In That Day Teachings didn’t make so much sense!

For it’s not easy,

        Ignoring, ignoring, ignoring!  So much truth sent!

 

Pray for us preachers,

        To never, ever grow!

It would be too hard,

        Don’t you know?

 

I have some cool words,

        God hates,

I preach on Sundays,

        God waits.

 

P.S. We love to preach in a bad spirit,

        Usually, the very spirit we speak in truth against!

It’ll drive you crazy to figure it out!

        Us worship God in spirit and truth?  Not a chance!

 

With our immature, squeaky voices,

        We command you: to be mature!

Who’ll call us out on this?

        No one!  That’s for sure!

 

We love this job!

        Uncorrectable as hell!

That’s modern church!

        We’re sure, it’ll end well!

 

 

 

 

Individualism: Destroyed? Or In That Day: Rejuvenated!

By Robert Winkler Burke

Of inthatdayteachings.com

Copyright 7/16/11

 

 

How has God found expression in you?

        I hope it’s true!

        I hope it’s new!

        Yes, you can do!

        Christ: imbued!

 

Has church found that expression in you?

        Or left Who’s in you: unsaid?

        And wanted it killed dead?

        And filled you with dread?

        They want: off your head?

 

Who has destroyed individualism?

        Not America’s blessed father-founders!

        They knew that authority oft flounders!

        Authority oft: liberty’s worst pounder!

        Yet in individuals, nothing’s sounder!

 

Has church supported Christ-in-You individualism?

        Or rather, The demand: Submit to authority!

        Or rather, Its self-interest: Do not ever see!

        Or rather, Sheep: Shut up as leader speaks!

        Or rather, Don’t touch what shepherds be!

 

Who has destroyed individualism?

        Well, socialist government!

        And church of the same bent!

        Both: Ancient mystic tyrant!

        Both evils must now be rent!

 

Who has faith in individualism?

        God!

        Do you find that odd?

        Loving individuals: His job!

        God!

 

How shall liberty in individuals be increased?

        In That Day Teachings help!

        Though wolf-shepherds oft yelp!

        They drown their sheep in kelp!

        Maturity in Christ, still a whelp!

 

What is good about individualism?

        Christ-in-You can live within!

        Freedom to be, without much sin!

        Rigid-righteousness in dust can bin!

        Holy-flexibility to breathe God’s good in!

 

How can church help individualism?

        No more pastors playing tyrant Smash-the-Mole!

        Pastors must honor each beautiful, God-indwelt soul!

        Seeing God more greatly in sheep is the proud-pastor’s toll!

        When pastors honor God’s indwelt honorable, they’ll become whole!

 

 

7/18/2011

 

Great poem, Robert!  I like the "questioning format."  The Book of Genesis starts with the famously known timeless statement in Genesis 1:1 ("In the beginning, God...").  I've heard many a sermon on how Genesis is the biblical book of "beginnings." 

    Like this poem, God asks some very poignant and searching questions of mankind "in the beginning" as well.   They require deep soul-searching and introspection, as well as accountability and responsibility for our sobering power of choice.  God's very first questions to us:

 

      Gen. 3:9: And the LORD God called unto Adam, and said unto him, Where art thou?

     Gen. 3:11: And he said, Who told thee that thou wast naked? 

      Hast thou eaten of the tree, whereof I commanded thee that thou shouldest not eat?

     Gen. 3:13: And the LORD God said unto the woman, What is this that thou hast done? 

      Gen. 4:9: And the LORD said unto Cain, Where is Abel thy brother?  And he said, I know not: Am I my brother's keeper?  

     Gen. 4:10: And he said, What hast thou done?  the voice of thy brother's blood crieth unto me from the ground.

 

Could it be that the voice of God Almighty is calling out to the wayward shepherds of Churchianity with the questions in this poem?    How long will you continue to "play church?"  When will the sheep be given the real answers they seek?  How long will pastors mirror socialist politicians?  How long will the sheep be financially fleeced with the yoke of forced tithing to make outrageous mortgage payments on wasteful and unnecessary church assests?

 

 THESE ARE QUESTIONS THAT REQUIRE ANSWERS!

 

IF NOT NOW, WHEN SHALL THE SELF-INTEREST CURCH BE EXPOSED?

 

Chris Quinn

 

 

If Not Now, When Shall Self-Interest Church be Exposed?

By Robert Winkler Burke

Of inthatdayteachings.com

Copyright 7/15/11

 

 

So then, shall we play church,           (Leaders’ fantastic self-interest: hidden!)

        As it always has been played?

Or give sheep answers,                       (Christ-in-You Now on Earth: Heaven!)

        Lasting for years to come: staid!

 

If not now, when? I ask shenanigan shepherds,

        Or is it God’s subconscious voice speaking within?

Because if God actually asks, If not now, when?

        Then ignoring this question, causes great ruin!

 

Shall nondom shepherds ask for tithes and building funds,

        And not disclose specific family ownership of assets?

Shall Neuro-Linguistic Programming work hypnotically,

        To make brain-dead sheep: socialist-voting masses?

 

Shall shepherds request more power and money,

        And thereby mirror our socialist leaders?

Both groups copying each other’s beguilements,

        To make blind peons to be wolf-et eager?

 

Shall the orphan and widow,

        Be eaten by ravening shepherd-wolves?

As ants and bugs are stepped on,

        By horses’ clattering, careless hooves?

 

Shall In That Day Teachings,

        Expunge self-interest and eliminate blindness to duping?

Or shall self- interest wolves,

        Force sheep to Potemkin Village, be reverently stooping?

 

What brutal events shall be required by God,

        That wayward shepherds awaken to their brazen, blinding, self-interest sin?

Aren’t the world’s finances now bad enough?

        But since the-priesthood is drunk on self, must more misery implode within?

 

Wayward shepherds even now,

        Demand their sheep allege and support their shenanigan style,

While God shows all is troubled,

        Wolf-shepherds can’t believe: they’ve missed Christ by a mile!

 

So then, shall we play church, (Leaders’ fantastic self-interest: hidden!)

        As it always has been played?

Or give sheep answers,                       (Christ-in-You Now on Earth: Heaven!)

        Lasting for years to come, staid!

 

If not now, when? I ask shenanigan shepherds,

        Or is it God’s subconscious voice speaking within?

Because if God actually asks, If not now, when?

        Then ignoring this question, causes great ruin!

 

 

 

 

Bromides on Humility vs. True Nondom Church Confessions

By Robert Winkler Burke

Of inthatdayteachings.com

Copyright 7/13/11

 

 

It’s great for nondom pastors,

        To give bromide sermons on humility!

But without true confessions,

        It’s just an exercise in futility!

 

For note the wide-angle,

        American economic picture!

Trillions of dollars debt,

        A main street, nightmare-enslavement fixture!

 

Yet most nondenominational leaders,

        Want more money and power!

Like their brethren-in-thought politicos,

        Still not humble this hour!

 

So, confess humbly: self-interest,

        That has badly run amuck!

Nondom churches are owned by families,

        Who’ve hidden self-interest stock!

 

The unintended consequences,

        Of pressing easily-penned sheep to tithe,

Are dupes who can’t watch other hand,

        Who think bromides on humility turn tide.

 

But is it actually necessary,

        That nondom church be, about itself, so frank?

Yes, so that mesmerized sheep,

        Wake up to their pastor’s and politico’s prank!

 

And that prank is a timeless thing,

        Mystic tyranny dedicated to no restraint!

Pastors and politicos do,

        Many things easily-penned, blind sheep think they can’t!

 

Like mesmerizing audiences,

        With just a few hypnotic words and gestures,

And misdirection, suggestion,

        And showmanship!  Wolf-shepherds eat our best years!

 

With true humility,

        Nondom shepherds rich in church assets but poor in brain,

Could admit to their sheep,

        Our church policy has lined up for socialism’s gain!

 

We don’t teach you to watch our other hand,

        To resist being easily penned and herded!

We’ve stolen your finances and worse,

        We weaken sheep, but make politicians more girded!

 

A few families own assets of nondom church,

        Sheep contribute, but own no part of it!

Nondom pastors hide their self-interest in this,

        And don’t show sheep: the wolves’ art of it!

 

And you ask,

        Does such deep revelation truth matter?

That assets,

        Gained through ruse, never return to sheep’s platter?

 

It is why,

        American independent thought and freedom,

Has died!

        Because nondom preachers avoid God’s true kingdom!

 

God’s kingdom is truth,

        And in truth, Christ lives!

While preachers con sheep,

        So they, deceived, give!

 

And Christ-in-You,

        Cannot ever, no never, live in such!

Because pastors,

        Having no faith, use beguilement as crutch!

 

Yes, pastors could confess much,

        Themselves, to their sheep in humility!

If pastors did love their sheep,

        And wanted their sheep to really be free!

 

That’s what it takes In That Day,

        For Christ-in-You to come with teachings learned,

Fake humility undone,

        Old Paths of Correction and High Ways earned!

 

Is it really that expensive?

        Does it come at such an excruciating cost?

Well, look at the trillions in debt,

        Come from pastors and politicians: lost!

 

The big picture is there,

        For all to see!

Christ-in-You always comes,

        In truth: for free!

 

So what will it be,             (we wait, with abated breath!)

        More games, shenanigans and words?

More epic meltdowns?    (tragic, global financial death?)

        Or wising up easily-penned herds?

 

Yes pastors, it will cost plenty,

        To humbly confess a plethora of self-interest sins!

Or keep doing what’s always done?

        Or confess fixed-rule tithing stinks, let revival begin!

 

Let belief in a holy-flexible, no fixed rules, sovereign God,

        And let His God-bearing, all wise, all wary Christ-in-You’s be seen!

Let all fixed-rule, box-trap ways of conning wolves be told,

        American church shall bring forth un-connable Christ-in-You’s keen!

 

That is the very leadership,

        That other nations, enslaved, are looking for!

Liberty in self-restraint,

        It’s why Christ died, and must live in us more!

 

And what about underling shepherds,

        Under nondom senior pastors who’ve never told of ownership stock?

To their sheep!  What’s being taught?

        With each humble bromide: that it does or doesn’t pay to God mock?

 

What a conundrum In That Day Teachings bring,

        All this truth revelation just to help quickly come: Christ-in-You!

All the while pastors being the main problem!

        As it was two-thousand years ago, the same God-heist is true!

 

Even with our nondom pastors hypnotizing audiences each Sunday,

        To hand over money and power, like politicians: so bad-socialist!

While Christ wants to live in you even as the Father lived in Him,

        But the problem is, we must get rid of church’s sin-of-soul grist!

 

       

 

 

 

The Amazing Treasures of Difficult Church Mountains

By Robert Winkler Burke

Of inthatdayteachings.com

Copyright 7/9/11

 

 

I climbed a peak one day,

        In Nondom Church County,

I asked, Just who owns this church?

        Who owns all this bounty?

 

The next peak I prevailed, only with the greatest of difficult effort,

        Was in the expansive lands of Nondom Church Territory!

I asked, who wants more money and control, clerics or politicians?

        It’s what always makes plebes sad, but them: merry!

 

On the third mountain that I climbed,

        In vast Nondom Church Land, and it was a peak most high,

I asked, Is rapture really true?

        If not, then loving any lie makes God far, not nigh!

       

I got a look at self-interest peaks,

        Something pastors oft hide,

When pastors do what most pastors do,

        Their self-interest: deny!

 

Yes, I peaked at self-interest peaks,

        You must be brave, hardy, foolish to find these hidden sins!

Not all sheep are compliant fools,

        It takes mountain goats to find God’s true gold and gems!

 

The amazing treasures of Difficult Church Mountains,

        Are the ugly truths you astonishingly find!

Peaks destroy facades of poisonous church fountains,

        Where pastors flee God’s true mind!

 

A fourth peak I climbed,

        Was the junk science of creation in just six days,

Swaths of smart people,

        Avoid stupefying-dumb churches of this craze.

 

A fifth peak that I climbed to the top,

        Was give-to-get economic illiteracy,

We work hard to earn and invest well,

        God doesn’t bless rubes of grandees!  That’s lunacy!

 

A sixth peak I climbed, the ugliest so far,

        Was bullying as a condition of hidden submission-enslavement!

This sinister authority control-grab,

        Came from prima fascie tyrants with minds obviously bent!

 

The seventh peak I climbed, covered with snow,

        Was called Forgiveness, on it a warm wind did blow!

And it melted the ice and hurt and pain,

        And caused grass and trees and love to grow again!

 

The eighth peak I climbed,

        Was named Ruggedized Maturity in the Fullest,

It’s known as Christ-in-You,

        Something so good, it’s worth passing each peak’s hard test!

 

I got a look at self-interest peaks,

        Something pastors oft hide,

When pastors do what most pastors do,

        Their self-interest: deny!

 

Yes, I peaked at self-interest peaks,

        You must be brave, hardy, foolish to find these hidden sins!

Not all sheep are compliant fools,

        It takes mountain goats to find God’s true gold and gems!

 

The amazing treasures of Difficult Church Mountains,

        Are the ugly truths you astonishingly find!

Peaks destroy facades of poisonous church fountains,

        Where pastors flee God’s true mind!

 

Then I started afresh and anew,

        I climbed a peak called Evangelical Modern Popular Revival,

From its top I saw most clearly,

        Crowds won’t come, until pastors come out of denial!

 

Last peak I climbed, and few individuals find this trail,

        Was called Ancient Paths of Correction and High Ways,

In That Day, it’s where you read and write God’s mail,

        And Christ-in-You, not lies, abides inside always!

 

There’s a whole range of peaks to climb,

        Called Guideposts-not-Fixed-Rules, Slay-Leviathan-Church-Pride!

Honor-the-God-Indwelt-not-Self,

        Mutual-Dedication-to-Self-Restraint and With-Humility-Ride!

 

These latter peaks are known as In That Day Teachings,

        Whereas the first hard peaks are called the Difficult Church Mountains,

When you climb the first you’ll want to climb the second,

        And Wisdom will delight indwelling you, not the church wanton!

 

You will need special glacier glasses at thin-air altitudes,

        For the panoramas can be terribly bright and ugly!

Be brave at these heights, and with bold courage speak,

        And live God’s difficult truths in-Christ: so free!

 

I got a look at self-interest peaks,

        Something pastors oft hide,

When pastors do what most pastors do,

        Their self-interest: deny!

 

Yes, I peaked at self-interest peaks,

        You must be brave, hardy, foolish to find these hidden sins!

Not all sheep are compliant fools,

        It takes mountain goats to find God’s true gold and gems!

 

The amazing treasures of Difficult Church Mountains,

        Are the ugly truths you astonishingly find!

Peaks destroy facades of poisonous church fountains,

        Where pastors flee God’s true mind!

 

 

American Revival: Jets Away!

By Robert Winkler Burke

Of inthatdayteachings.com

Copyright 7/7/11

 

 

An exceptional revival opportunity,

        Exists in America today,

God showed me in a dream what’s in hearts of pastors now,

        And friends, it blew me away!

 

Because America was founded on a peculiar notion,

        It was a goal of neither money nor power!

But on the individual to be trusted as a free man,

        Don’t tread on me! is pure gold, not sour!

 

Don’t tread on me! isn’t sour,

        It is God’s pure gold!

Because we are to be free,

        Neither bought nor sold!

 

But what a shock in my dream I saw,

        I saw pastors on their knees,

Wanting more sheep to herd and silence,

        And enfeeble, as wolves please!

 

I saw pastors planning to sell fear, greed and slouch,

        To set themselves up as an elite bureaucracy!

With rapture’s fear, give-to-get’s greed and lazy ways,

        Perfecting an anti-American: Idiocracy!

 

Yes!  These anti-good, antipodal pastors unknowingly,

        All seem to want a weird, dystopian, socialist paradise!

Easily penned, duped sheep: governed by grandees,

        Hand-in-hand, are they, with politicians of vice!

 

God showed me that their revival, in fact,

        Has already come!

It is hidden enslavement, unequaled ever,

        Best done, bar none!

 

Revival jets away!

        Burning our enflamed pastors’ grand desires!

To silence and herd sheep,

        Getting them to submit to church’s hell fires!

 

Revival jets away!

        Fixed-tithe rules to build pastors’ personal empires!

Owned by them and not sheep,

        Forcing sheep to believe in church’s same old mires!

 

Revival jets away!

        Like a poorly maintained plane taking off with flat tires,

The jet might hold some sheep,

        But it will crash!  God proves wolf-shepherds are liars!

 

Revival jets away!

        Because pastors love fear, greed and slouch selling,

But if they repented,

        And honored Christ-in-You, there’s no telling…

 

Revival jets away!

        Fix church, and how big could an American revival get?

If elites would just stop,

        Self-interest schemes, and let God in each soul be set!

 

God showed me in a different dream,

        Where pastors sold buildings and gave money to sheep!

They then rented auditoriums,

        Or met in parks or stadiums, on the cheap!

 

The goal wasn’t to build,

        A mister and missus pastor’s empire,

It was sheep freedom,

        Not robbing, to make family funds dire!

 

Sheep were told if they needed money,

        To actually work for it!

Not to fund a self-interest sham,

        No more bull dunging it!

 

God showed me the exceptional revival opportunity,

        Is Ancient Paths of Correction, High Ways and Christ-in-You!

As cogently presented through In That Day Teachings,

        But wolves, used to eating hearts of sheep, this can’t do!

 

So, revival jets away?

        Or, perhaps it’ll come!

Not in hidden slavery,

        But, God’s will be done!

 

For, God loves freedom!

        And, so do American sheep!

What about pastors?

        Time for them to weep!

 

After weeping, wailing and howling,

        Is fully and completely done,

Perhaps then true revival,

        Will, In That Day, come!

 

Surely it will,

        And this is when,

When wolf-pastors,

        Stop foolish grin.

 

And when much-damaged sheep,

        Demand wolves stop gnawing at them!

Revival!  True revival is when,

        Sheep are fed truth, truth to the brim!

 

Revival jets away!

        Burning our enflamed pastors’ grand desires!

To silence and herd sheep,

        Getting them to submit to church’s hell fires!

 

Revival jets away!

        Fixed-tithe rules to build pastors’ personal empires!

Owned by them and not sheep,

        Forcing sheep to believe in church’s same old mires!

 

Revival jets away!

        Like a poorly maintained plane taking off with flat tires,

The jet might hold some sheep,

        But it will crash!  God proves wolf-shepherds are liars!

 

Revival jets away!

        Because pastors love fear, greed and slouch selling,

But if they repented,

        And honored Christ-in-You, there’s no telling…

 

Revival jets away!

        Fix church, and how big could an American revival get?

If elites would just stop,

        Self-interest schemes, and let God in each soul be set!

 

 

 

And Another: Apologetic Apoplexy!

By Robert Winkler Burke

Of inthatdayteachings.com

Copyright 7/6/11

 

 

I went to preach to university students,

        But I was feeling dumb,

Problem is, when God called me higher,

        I chose not to come.

 

Instead my morality is sub-alpine,

        And now fixed!

I’m rigid-righteous!  So my results,

        Are quite mixed.

 

I have Apologetic Apoplexy,

        And I have it bad,

I tell you, Veggie Tales is puerile,

        So antichrist sad!

 

I told the college students,

        Professors have a sick worldview,

Not knowing I’m a milk preacher,