In That Day Teachings

In That Day Teachings

by Robert Winkler Burke

Reno, Nevada U.S.A.

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

WILDERNESS PROPHET MEDLEY OF TEACHING

Epistle on Manifesting Jesus

Epistle on Manifesting Jesus

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #5 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 6/2709 www.inthatdayteachings.com

Now that we know manifesting Christ is the premium In That Day event, what shall we say?  Shall we brag if we can to it?  (If we do, then we can’t.)  Shall we say we are doing it at any time?  (If we do, then we can’t.)  Shall we say we control it?  (If we do then we can’t.)

In truth, we have no more control over manifesting Jesus as a slave has control over his master.  Though we are mighty, we are weak.  Though we are intelligent, we are dumb.  Though we are capable, we are submissive to God’s Spirit.

So, having said all this, have we lost our minds?  Are we bereft of common sense?  Are we unable to live with the brotherhood of man?

Yet, of all men that ever walked the earth or ever will, who but Christ has our best interests?  Who loves more?  Whose mind is better prepared for mankind’s good?  Yeah, none but Christ.  And as He comes and indwells us, we co-labor with the mind of Christ. 

And each visitation imparts some measure of good; not all measure of Christ’s good, lest we be overwhelmed to our hurt, but some measure.  In this we are at hazard to think too highly of our thoughts and even ourselves.

If a hammer is used by a carpenter of renown, shall the hammer boast?  It is an honor for the hammer to be picked up from the tool box.  But perhaps if the hammer, while in the tool box, had swelled its head boasting to the other tools, it would likely fly off the handle rather than hit the nail on the head!

And so then, using this heavenly tool box as an example, the mallet waits in patience as the whisk broom waits in patience.  One large tool, the mallet, begins a demolition and remodel project even as the whisk broom waits to finish the clean up.

Which tool is more important?  What about the oft-employed hammer, now on the master’s belt?  Shall one tool be jealous of the other?  Or shall each be well-wishing to the other?

And realize, each tool sacrifices a bit of itself to perform the larger task!  The whisk broom loses some of its bristles with each clean up.  The hammer abrades its face with pounding.  The saw’s teeth wear down or break or need re-sharpening.

So it is with each of us employed at times by Christ to be manifesting indwelt by Him for our heavenly Father’s mysterious purposes.

And what are those purposes?  Well, broadly speaking, they are to expand heaven, as the Lord’s Prayer proscribes.

But what, then is heaven?  Heaven, briefly stated, is truth: nothing more, nothing less; even as God is truth.  Verily, verily few can comprehend such an heaven even as few can comprehend all truth in that the most difficult to digest truths are hard, bitter and somewhat shocking to countenances accustomed to generally accepted half-truths and brazen lies of the Devil.

In heaven, no lies are received; neither are they made.  Thus earnest Catholics and evangelical charismatics and even Muslims, (such as there might be in heaven!) all will share one truth and one God.  And those truths will be known and agreed to be that Christ is God’s Son, that baptism of water is good, as is baptism of the Spirit; and that many doctrines of many churches (and synagogues and temples and mosques) were wrong and of Satan; and that there is but one long  list of true doctrines of the Father. 

Jesus spoke of these doctrines of His Father and they shocked the religious leaders of the day.  As it was then, so it is now.

Lest I lose you, I shall not list here what doctrines of the Father I have apprehended to be at odds with the doctrines of popular Christianity!  Blessed are they who are not offended in Christ, which is truth!

Suffice it to say:  The more truth of God we apprehend, the more Christ can indwell us.  And the reverse is also true; sadly this is true.

Now then, as a tool on the master’s belt, or in His carpenter’s box, or in any other way at His employ; what can such an tool expect from his master beyond the honor of being chosen?  To be manifestly employed by God for His mysterious purposes involves guarantees that are necessarily easy to grasp across the line into heaven and difficult to grasp this side of heaven.

By this I mean prosperity, riches and the easy life and carnal guarantees that riches provide are not the typical reward given to the master’s shovel, hammer and hand saw!  Such tools become worn down as sacrificial testaments of the tools of the master’s trade.

Yet no good carpenter despises his tools!  Rather, he loves them and cares for them!  The shovel, he cleans and lets no mud or grime or concrete bespot!  The hammer he also cleans and even replaces or repairs its loose or broken handle.  The hand saw he sharpens, cleans and oils.

So each tool in its own way is cared for in love and even tenderness.  If lost, the master finds!  If stolen, the master retrieves!  If used, the master puts in hand!  If unready, the master makes ready.  If dirty, cleaned.  If too hot, cooled.  If too cool, warmed.

And further, a carpenter uses tools in a surprising fashion!  In a pinch, the hammer can sweep away debris!  In a pinch, a shovel can be used to defend the carpenter!  In a pinch, the hand saw can make music and bring joy in song!

Thus, the shovel, the hammer and the saw can help their master live and work in love.  And such love is reward unto itself.  Love is its own reward and none other is needed nor should be wanted.

But some might think: if I be a shovel for my LORD, then let me be an ornamental chrome shovel used for ground-breaking of great projects!  Fine and so be it.  Judge not lest ye be judged.

Let them who are predestined for ornamenting God’s beauty with beauty; then be beautified!  Let no tool of God war with another.  Let the latrine shovel neither hate (nor covet the job of) the ornamental shovel hanging on a commemorative wall!  Who can say what rewards await either?

God’s love and truth encompasses and encourages us all.  Whether we are a feather duster or a jack-hammer, let good will and blessings flow from one to another. 

Yet even for me, who should know better, it is difficult to apprehend God’s love for me as I seem to be a tool of His that has been subject to much mistreatment.  Perhaps I have been mistreated, or perhaps I have not.  How can I, with carnal self-interest, judge such a thing properly?  Indeed, I cannot.

However, by looking at my life with heaven’s eyes, I notice I am in good health and am at peace in the midst of tribulation.  So I am well rewarded with love from my Master.  Even if I was ill and had no peace, I would need to consider myself well rewarded.

If I can do this at least some of the time, I am rich.  As are you, beloved and loyal tools of Christ, our manifested-in-us Savior and Lord and King.

Lest any be confused, I am not saying that I am God nor any other person who manifests Christ is God.  God is God, and He is God alone; that is, He is God alone in His triune being:  Father, Son and Holy Spirit.

He created us, He created time, and He can do with us what He chooses in His time, in that day which now is, the day of His visitation, not in singular spectacular fashion, but selectively, hidden from carnal eyes, in all whom He deigns to be, in what time He deigns to be, in a somewhat hidden but nevertheless most peculiar and spectacular fashion, which is: Saith the Lord,  Behold, I come quickly.

Amen, and amen and amen.

Oh, to be Plucky and Rich-Rich!

Oh, to be Plucky and Rich-Rich!

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #5 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 6/30/09 www.inthatdayteachings.com

All right then, they’ve made it,

        All but impossible to be rich,

But born in us all is that desire,

        That hell-bent or heaven-sent itch.

Twenty years ago,

        I was rich, but poor,

But now I’m poor,

        With riches galore!

How did I do this?

        It was shear luck,

I ignored the carnal,

        In spirit pluck.

I studied the best,

        And found their problem,

They had demons,

        I had goblins.

They kept their demons,

        I lost my goblins,

I found the way,

        They stayed maudlin.

As I got better,

        The world thought me worse,

Things worldly hurt me,

        But I stayed the course.

Now my riches are shambles,

        Reputation, too!

But I’m no longer poor,

        Thank God, Hallelu!

In spirit and truth,

        That’s the key,

Indwelt now and,

        Eternity.

Is it possible to be rich-rich,

        As Job of lore?

Dang if I know, but I’ll try,

        Again, once more!

Regarding the Word: Nature

Regarding the Word: Nature

By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #5 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 1/15/09 www.inthatdayteachings.com

Regarding the word NATURE:

Name is the Nature – An old country saying says, “Don’t give a dog a bad name.”  Why?  Because the name is the nature.  Rex, if so named, might be a kingly dog.  Wiggles, if so named, might be a dog that wiggles overmuch.  In John 16:24 Jesus says, In my name: ask, and ye shall receive, that your joy may be full. 

So much of televangelism has it dead wrong, because they say: ask for that pink Cadillac, or any selfish desire and God will deliver automatically; but God doesn’t reward selfishness. 

Ask for My nature and in My nature, and Our Father will give whatever you ask of My nature.  In other words ask Our Father for you to be more like Me and He will give your nature more of My nature – but not more than you can handle in maturity – until your joy overflows.  Solomon asked for My wisdom – part of My nature – and not selfish things that are not part of My nature, nor should ever be yours.  This is how a prayer in My name is received by Our Father.  And this is also how I, and My nature, return quickly in you, in that day, which is now.  – Jesus Christ of Nazareth

(From In That Day Teachings, Book 1: Declarations)

See:

6/22/09 – From letter from Billye Brim, regarding a prophecy from Kenneth Copeland:

This is the time that has been prophesied about.  And at stake here is not only your welfare in the land, but also My move in the end times of a “great awakening,” said the Lord.

And it is that “awakening” that will save this land and others like it.  For it is the time of the Coming of the Lord.  And you will rise up and you will be My Name.  And you will be My power.  And I will manifest Myself through you. 

And many shall come and say, “Surely He is the God of all good.”

When You Pull the Curtain Back

When You Pull the Curtain Back

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #5 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 7/3/09 www.inthatdayteachings.com

Matthew 23: 37-39; John 4:23; Revelation 3:16

What happens, my friend,

        When you pull the curtain back,

On Christian broadcast,

        And its shenanigans?

You discover wrong about much,

        And right about little,

Which Christ spews out of mouth,

        As lukewarm spittle.

The test is indwelling,

        Not selling,

This they aren’t telling,

        Pride swelling.

Christian broadcast panders,

        To envy and not thinking,

Just believe in something stupid,

        And ego-saccharin drinking.

The fix is what,

        Troubles them most:

Honor the indwelt,

        All empty hosts!

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What makes indwelling work,

      Is true doctrine, true spirit,

When their doctrine’s wrong,

      Those preachers won’t hear it.

The preachers who can’t be corrected,

      Can’t be indwelt,

So they make their persona spirit,

      More urbane svelte.

With NLP mysticism,

      And tyrannical tricksternology,

They dissect their sheep’s souls,

      As students do frogs in biology.

Then, like Dorothy in Oz,

      When we pull the curtain back,

The leaders squeal like pigs,

      This is the Devil’s attack!

No, it’s truth coming,

      To whom it’s due,

So Jesus can come,

      In me and you.

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Then, as in religion,

      So also in politics,

Ask, Are our leaders real men?

      Or what’s found on dogs: just ticks.

Our religious leaders,

      Should give us good eyes to see,

And not enslave us,

      Or help other wolves eat free!

Rather than trap us,

      With deceptive wiles,

Explain them to us!

      Stop all wolves’ smiles!

Expunge self-interest,

      And wrong doctrines will die,

Oh, Broadcast Church,

      Much of your truth is lie.

In that day,

      God’s great truths will be known,

When the Church,

      From selfish child has grown.

How to Be Rich, In That Day Style

How to Be Rich, In That Day Style

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #5 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 7/4/09 www.inthatdayteachings.com

Wherein a “televangel-elitist” sentence is deconstructed and given proper meaning.

Poor people!              (we’re all poor in some areas!)

believe                         (we all need to believe!)

you could be rich        (we all need to be rich!)

so, give to me              (we all need to give!)

so I get rich                 (WAIT A MINUTE???)

and encourage             (Huh?  What?)

you poor people          (to con others the same way?)

to believe                     (this pleases God?)

anything                      (evil is good?  good is evil?)

is                                  (either I AM indwells us or not!)

possible                       (antichrist enthroned in leaders instead of Christ?)

even                             (there are no fixed rules, only guidelines)

in church                     (better have spiritual eyes to see!)

where riches                (are to worship God in spirit and truth)

can be had                   (by love and forgiveness even beholding leaders in evil!)

by following                (not man, who is oft greatly deceived)

God                             (Whose Trinity needs to manifest in you!)

Who says He               (does what He, not we, want)

comes                          (behold!  With eyes to see Him in others! and in us!)

quickly                        (be ready to be, in Him, quite rich!)

In That Day.                (which is, not for the prideful, but for the humble, NOW!)

We Shall Return

We Shall Return

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #5 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 7/5/09 www.inthatdayteachings.com

John 14:20; John 15:13

(Redacted in Spirit from the John Ford and John Wayne film, “They Were Expendable,” a story of early WWII, when US Army and Navy forces were left to fight alone in the Philippines; whereupon  General Douglas MacArthur made his departing promise.  The movie “salutes all who expended themselves during some of the war’s bleakest hours,” and how through the process of self-sacrifice, they manifested great love.)

We shall return, says the Father,

        From eternity,

I in my Son, Him in you,

        Ever the plan you see.

At first the Spirit,

        Teaches all things,

Then comes knowledge,

        Of golden rings.

Rings of love from heaven,

        Orbs of love from man,

Binding us together: precious,

        Gold less precious than.

Nothing on earth more precious,

        Not in the universe either,

Than when we shall return,

        With  love:  Love for each other!

Despite evil standing rampant,

        Grown bigger than even the sun,

Nothing shall defeat or conquer,

        Our love when we return as one.

When You Are Hated

Trail-Making, Rediscovered

Trail-Making, Rediscovered

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #5 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 7/8/09 www.inthatdayteachings.com

(Inspired from Pastor Benjamin Wamalwa Khaemba of Bungoma, Kenya.)

What others are doing,

        Is God’s business alone,

But if they’re headed downward,

        Don’t go along.

When you can’t follow others,

        Never quail!

When you run out of path,

        Make a trail!

Make a trail, make a trail,

        Make a trail that is true!

If it’s good and uphill,

        Finders follow you!

When the busy are busy,

        Doing nothing at all,

Except convincing others,

        How grand their cabal.

When they question,

        Why you can’t follow their herd,

A herd that’s blind, that’s dumb,

        That’s disgusting, proud, absurd.

Make a trail, make a trail,

        Make a trail that is true!

If it’s better and steeper,

        Finders follow you!

Then, when you discover,

        Just how hard it is,

To bust a new trail,

        That’s been centuries hid.

You find God’s mystery way of riches,

        Gold and gemstones galore,

Will be disbelieved by critics,

        Posers, grandees, haters and more.

Make a trail, make a trail,

        Make a trail that is true!

If it’s best and steepest,

        Finders follow you!

Occasionally you’ll reach the top,

        To see higher pinnacles in reach,

You can’t live there, but in the valley,

        Recharged, humble: This you teach.

The pinnacles are there to show,

        Always there is another mountain to climb,

To grow character happy or hurt,

        Co-laboring with forever in God’s mind.

Make a trail, make a trail,

        Make a trail that is true!

If it’s beyond the beyond,

        Finders follow you!

Pride and the Next Move of God

Pride and the Next Move of God

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #5 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 7/10/09 www.inthatdayteachings.com

Colossians 1:26-27; John 14:20; Revelation Chapter 22

Scripture says, Behold:

        In That Day!

Is as far away as,

        Yesterday.

It’s yesterday, today,

        And the future,

A move that was, is,

        And will be pure.

A thing that can, could,

        And will be seen,

Yet invisible back then, now,

        And future: eyes unclean.

What is this mystery of the ages,

        Hidden until now?

What can be seen and yet then again,

        Unseen somehow?

Is this gibberish, jabberwocky,

        Unintelligent mania?

Is it too hard for eyes and ears,

        Brain space and crania?

It is John Fourteen: Twenty,

        Right out in the open,

Son of God in you, you in Him,

        Father in Jesus hoping.

Hoping this love orb,

        Will not be broken,

By the scourge of man,

        Pride often spoken.

I see no God in you!

        Jesus couldn’t honor such!

Say the leaders blind,

        Pride being their mortal crutch.

Pride has killed the next move of God,

        Leaders for movement still searching:

God, give us anything but humility,

        And keep pride in ourselves bursting!

We’ll do anything, oh God!

        That’s what they say,

Anything but indwelt humility,

        In That Day.

In That Day of revelation,

        Just how it is,

God is in man, man is in God,

        The rest in hubris.

In That Day of the Lord’s coming,

        We’ll have to in love say,

I salute the God of mercy I see in you!

        That’s the price in ego we pay.

God, not man,

        Chooses whom and when to indwell,

We must say,

        Bless you indwelt!  We wish you well!

But now it’s the opposite,

        Of that blessed day,

Leaders and followers wayward,

        Push the indwelt away.

The indwelt bother,

        The posers in charge,

Their humility small,

        Monster egos large.

Yes, things are backwards,

        Until comes In That Day,

Honor and dishonor,

        Will change place in parade.

Those stuck in pride,

        Will be desolate,

Uncorrectable is the mark,

        All such will get.

Proud teeth will gnash In That Day,

        Wailing loud voices will mourn,

When humility returns, as required,

        In man for God to be born!

The Parable of the Man Who Drove too Fast

The Parable of the Man Who Drove too Fast

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #5 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 7/11/09 www.inthatdayteachings.com

(Wherein we learn there is no direct  rope between giving good and getting good.)

One day there was a man who drove fast and got many speeding tickets.  In fact, he got so many tickets, the judge warned him if he continued to speed and get tickets, he would lose his license and be put in jail.

The man then went to his pastor and asked what he could do?  The pastor told him to give ten percent of his income to the church to stop such troubles and get in favor with God.  So the man gave ten percent of his income.

The next week, he got a speeding ticket.  He went back to the pastor and complained.

The pastor said to double his tithe, which the man did.

The next week, he got another speeding ticket.  He went back to the pastor and complained again!

The pastor said to quadruple his tithe, which the man did.

The next week the man got another speeding ticket and the judge took away his license and put him in jail.

In jail the pastor visited him.  The pastor told him his problem was that he needed to give a love offering on top of the quadruple tithe.

The man said, "No, I think when I get out of jail, I will stop speeding."

So it is with prosperity promises from gifts to the church to get good in return.  If you want to prosper in business, do something in business that will make you prosper.  Don't rely on a gift to the church, rely on doing something in business that will make you prosper.  It is bad business to connect giving and getting with an imaginary rope.

The Coming Clash of Titan Triumviri

The Coming Clash of Titan Triumviri

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #5 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 7/13/09 www.inthatdayteachings.com

A wide angle view,

    Of our last century,

Might give sublime clarity,

        To you and me.

In the early Nineteen Hundreds,

        Here’s the thought:

Americans held certain truths,

        Few lies were bought.

But German thought,

        Entered as a new vision,

The popular rage:

        Moral relativism.

And Christianity changed too,

        To eternal secure-ism,

And rapture and soon coming:

        Triune Escapism.

Thus nothing mattered,

        Not in church, not in state,

Thus lies then filled,

        The popular culture pate.

In this coming together,

        Of escapism from reality and hereafter,

Missing from the triumvir,

        A hypocrite class saying what does matter!

 Of course a ruling class came,

        With these twin doxies of the Devil,

The popular political tyrant,

        And archetype brother, preacher evil.

Each sold a lie,

        And the lie was this:

Love leaders’ lies,

        For life to be bliss!

Forget critical thought,

        Forget the Constitution,

Just give up all money,

        As permanent solution.

It’s a triumvirate of illogic,

        Destroying the planet,

Because the bulwark of truth,

        Has too few to man it.

Evil rulers use religious escapism,

        And politic relativism to enslave others,

Good rulers use God’s hard truths,

        And rule-of-law to unbuckle slave tethers. 

Thus has now come,

        A clash of triumviri,

Asking, no demanding, followers,

        To choose which side lives free.

A curious confluence,

        This coming mental, spiritual war,

It will define in history,

        What you’ve done, who you are.

Hopefully the first group,

        To figure things out,

Is the escapist Bible Belt,

        (Old rebels of South!)

Yes, the Baptists and

        Southern Democrats,

Might say, Founders knew better!

        Throw relativists out!

Even that old Johnny Rebel might say,

        We’ve had it all wrong!

Escapism in politics or pew,

        Made us weak, not strong!

Truth is:

        God gives us no guarantee!

Fight hard,

        For rule-of-law to be free!

America’s South,

        Knows more or less what slavery looks like:

Leaders who mouth:

        Tithe and tax ever needs an increase hike!

Southern Black descendents,

        Of slave-and-shackle past,

Can rebel with Johnny,

        To defrock grandees fast.

This clash of triumvirs,

        Man, what a fight!

Who, ask yourself, enslaves,

        And who is right?

In That Day Teachings,

        Bring in sharp focus these truths large,

A century of lies believed,

        Must now be disbelieved, which is hard.

You thought it would be easy,

        To bring heaven down to earth?

Not when a century of lies,

        Indwell the common soul’s hearth!

Calamity it will take,

        Of biblical proportion,

To rout out lies of spirit,

        For God’s manifestation.

Triumvirs of truth,

        Unite or die!

As Founders of old,

        We must try!

Again: Triumvirs of Evil generally say:

        Believe in Christian Escapology,

And believe in Moral Relativism,

        And giving us your money makes you free!

Again:  Triumvirs of Good generally say:

        Man cannot invent doxie to trick from God a guarantee,

And rule of law, not man, is the politic way,

        And dedicated, public self-restraint vouchsafes: liberty!

Pencil Stubs, Tears and Paper Not Wasted

Pencil Stubs, Tears and Paper: Not Wasted

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #5 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 7/14/09 www.inthatdayteachings.com

What good is truth to a man,

    If others can’t understand?

Others can’t comprehend,

        What rending it took him?

Climb the peaks, slay the dragons,

        Even find treasures of buried gold,

What’s the use, oh Lord of all,

        If others believe: I’ve just grown old?

Boxes of paper, boxes of pencils,

        A half dozen computers spent,

To explain how to see, be indwelt,

        What’s wrong with the Christian tent!

What for?  Oh Lord, when so few,

        So very, very few pursue,

Pursue Your truth, no matter the cost,

        Traditions kept while souls are lost!

I weep!  I wail!

        I cry out, GOD!  Prevail!

You show me truths so bitter,

        I eat them: they make me better.

What’s wrong with me?  I refuse,

        I refuse to reject what I’m shown,

The religious grandees ignore You!

        Yet anon, my spirit and soul are reborn!

I have more love, more compassion,

        Yet humbled by defeat beyond reason,

God, what you’ve put me through,

        Has been an unending fire season.

But I feel I’ve walked through,

        Through Your overcoming door,

My writings and work sufficient explain,

        What now, for the fortunate, is in store.

Tears and love, beyond endurance in years,

        Toward purposes excruciating hard on man,

Breaking pride, ego, dreams and mirrors,

        That clearly we might behold: how moves God’s hand!

Not All is Leaven

Not All is Leaven

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #5 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 7/15/09 www.inthatdayteachings.com

If,

    I had not pursued things of God,

        I could have won, but then lost,

            Everything.

But,

        I lost so very much,

        That I have gained,

            Everything.

For,

        I pursued so intently,

        I ignored much to my,

            Harm.

That,

        Ignorance cost me dearly,

        I now owe large,

            Sums.

Thought,

        I that the world would,

        Want what treasures I,

            Discovered.

But,

        Be aware,

        It can’t be,

            Bothered.

Owing,

        Much to many,

        I ask God for,

            Mercy.

Why,

        Put a writer through hell,

        If nobody buys words of,

            Heaven?

Yes,

        I have in me bad leaven,

        But not all in heaven is,

            No.

Me,

        Believing not in man’s religion,

        But discovering what’s true in,

            You.

Love,

        Your awesome hard way,

        Because your nature is,

            Loving.

Loving,

        Therefore I you, please oh God,

        Show me, in the land of the living,

            Love.

The Case for Man

The Case for Man

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #5 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 7/16/09 www.inthatdayteachings.com

Some talk is made by relativists,

        For depopulation,

For assisted suicide, and death,

        And sterilization.

For taxation,

        Unto conformity,

For freedom’s,

        Reverse Normandy.

For general agreement,

        Of the leaders of man’s good,

That lesser men die,

        Like funeral pyres of wood.

Such enlightened,

        Partisans think:

Encourage all death!

        That they not sink!

They are good, they think,

        When lesser die,

Through abortion, genocide,

        Whatever leaders try.

This is progress,

        They believe,

For many if,

        They do live!

Always the tyrants,

        Of Devil doctrines live,

Mystic tyranny,

        Is all they can give.

And with mystic tyranny:

        Death by the millions,

Their unspoken goal now:

        Death by the billions.

What is the argument,

        To counter this trend?

God can manifest in man,

        And be spirit born again.

In seven billion,

        Even in seventy,

God can manifest,

        Abundant plenty.

Seventy billion,

        Is too small a number,

For God in man,

        In spirit-truth wonder!

Each of seventy billion souls,

        In harmony with each other,

The planet, the stars: at core,

        At one with all!  What wonder!

In That Day of true doctrine, therefore,

        Is this astonishingly great thing:

When man stops faith in dying doxies,

        And loves himself, neighbor and God king!

In That Day, the indwelt,

        Will be bound together as one,

Most in the world not dead,

        But living: one in the Sun!

What Makes True Sight?

What Makes True Sight?

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #5 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 7/17/09 www.inthatdayteachings.com

What makes true sight?

        Seeing beauty’s light?

            Or is it beholding blight?

What makes one strong?

        Never admitting when wrong?

            Or thinking weakness is never gone?

What makes a soul thankful?

        Owning a jet with both wing tanks full?

            Or knowing pride destroys the rank fool?

What makes wisdom?

        Answers that quickly come?

            Or patience gained waiting on?

What is a seeker?

        A finder?

            Or a keeper?

What is God’s desire main?

        For us to great money attain?

            Or for somewhat higher gain?

What is the saddest thing?

        The seeing who cannot see?

            Or those helping the blind not be?

Is not the saddest things this:

        Seers who prefer blindness than bliss,

            And man’s company than I AM who is?

And what is worst than all?

        One who runs from his call?

            Or he who doesn’t rise from fall?

And what is the hardest job to be done?

        Showing the rigid-righteous God’s holy, flexible way now begun?

            Or being flexibly God-indwelt, yet despised as Satan’s hellion son?

Touchstone Moments Revealing

Touchstone Moments Revealing

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #5 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 7/19/09 www.inthatdayteachings.com

Col. 1:26-27; Rev. 22:7, 12, 20

When it is all said and done,

        In our favorite religion,

What, pray tell, is the touchstone,

        The touchstone moment revealing?

With popular doxies of the day,

        Is it not the moment choosing,

When by cash, credit or perhaps check,

        Money from us to minister’s moving?

This is our action moment,

        Oh, so profound,

We want others hearing same,

        As us world ‘round.

We believe this philosopher’s stone,

        Whereby the ministries we support,

Returns somehow mystically profound,

        Multifold to us: God’s gold fort!

But if truer spirits have their sway,

        The touchstone moment of God’s way,

Is Jesus come now without delay,

        That’s what happens, friend, In That Day!

Nothing more,

        Nothing less,

It is how,

        God does bless.

It is how God blesses,

        And quickly expands His kingdom,

Marveling eyes to see,

        (Not the blind,) how does King come!

Want Something New?

Want Something New?

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #5 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 7/20/09 www.inthatdayteachings.com

John 4:23; 2 Cor: 11:24; 1Sam. 16:4

Want something new?

        Well, here it is,

In That Day Teachings,

        Revealed and hid.

Lined up with the Bible,

        Through and through,

Convicting us of sin,

        Enough to…

Enough to expunge a century,

        Of malicious doxies,

Making uninhabitable,

        Allowing spirit proxies.

False Christs here and there,

        Just about everywhere,

It’s become so common,

        As known Christian fare.

But In That Day Teachings,

        Say: we must worship God in spirit and truth,

And God inhabits such,

        As let go rapture-prosperity lies as ruse.

Further, honor the prophet,

        Who busts through the lies,

Who shows kings with no clothes,

        Or camouflage disguise.

Honor that woman or man,

        Officially brutalized by their quest-for-truth life,

As you would honor Elijah,

        Or Paul with back of one hundred ninety-five stripe.

But the world of Christian religion,

        Cannot, in truth, do that,

It wants something shiny to idolize,

        And bow down before flat.

False Christians want false new things,

        To stay falsely compromised,

They give no honor to truth,

        And spirit bearers, such are despised.

Thus Christ is crucified,

        Even today,

Flesh killing in whom flesh died,

        It’s God’s hard way.

Faith vs. Prudence

Faith vs. Prudence

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #5 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 7/22/09 www.inthatdayteachings.com

In the fight between faith,

        And the fight between prudence,

How do we know what to do,

        And all that we shouldn’t?

For hundreds of years,

        When comes a plague,

Common cup in communion,

        Is discouraged.

And sacred body bread,

        Is passed hand to hand, not mouth,

Prudence dictates we do this,

        Lest plague run in and faith out.

But it’s Christ’s body,

        And His blood pure!

Wouldn’t that stop plague,

        Or provide cure?

In health and in prosperity, then,

        How is the best way to fight?

Use faith to get what God wants,

        And prudence to keep what’s right.

Under Pine, Under Palm: Seek God’s Balm

Under Pine, Under Palm: Seek God’s Balm

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #5 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 7/22/09 www.inthatdayteachings.com

Jeremiah 6:16, Psalm 4, Jeremiah 51:56

Stop!  Stop seeking instant-quick, Christian fix,

From the not-of-God, desperately-seeking-God mix:

Of intellectualism from boredom.

Of prosperity from whoredom.

Of jabberwocky from fearing,

Recompense now nearing.

Of oppressing dominion,

From too rigid opinion.

Of charismatic miasma,

From evil phantasma.

Of lack of logic,

Life gone tragic.

Of endless Christian hullabaloo,

From not seeing spirit lie from true.

Yet, out of madness, still grows the palm,

Still grows the pine: Seek ye then, God’s balm!

Find under green pine and under green palm:

Wilderness-terrain truth and God-sent calm.

For God never guarantees anyone any instant fix,

But riddle this: He can and does come; behold, quick!

When Lotsa Nobodies Believe Lotsa Nothing

When Lotsa Nobodies Believe Lotsa Nothing

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #5 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 7/23/09 www.inthatdayteachings.com

What happens when lotsa,

    Nobodies believe lotsa nothing?

Them that don’t will then hate,

        The few not nobodies that do.

(Do believe in something,

        Mainly: Fear God,

Which bothers unbelievers,

        Who behave odd.)

So them that do might,

        Learn self-defense,

Because them that don’t,

        Make life intense.

Them that do,

        Must be aware,

Them that don’t,

        Make doers table fare.

Them that don’t,

        Must have their own religion,

Breaking commandments,

        Seems to them:  Most Christian!

No prophet should,

        Write: They are wrong!

Or they’ll rip,

        From prophet arm.

No prophet should,

        Say: It’ll come back on their head!

Or they’ll rip,

        From prophet reputation staid.

No prophet should,

        Pray: Truth happens In That Day!

Or they’ll rip,

        Prophet’s loves in life away.

No prophet should believe:

        God doesn’t concern Himself or even care,

Lest he join the undead,

        Prepping themselves as delicious devil fare.

No true believer should,

        Be surprised,

True believers are rare,

        And despised.

Despised by all nobodies,

        Who believe nothing,

But hating true believers,

        Who believe something.

And what is that something,

        The believe-nothings dread?

That God is judge, not them,

        They’ve reversed tail for head.

When most nobodies believe nothing,

        Life all around is pretty much hell,

Believers must endure until beholding:

        Unbelievers self-destruct well.

And that’s what happens,

        In That Day,

Unbelievers destroy themselves,

        Come what may.

Do we say, Hip, hip, hurray!

        In That Day?

Or cry, Would God there be some,

        Other way!

It’s a day of sadness,

        Not gladness In That Day,

The nobodies believing nothing,

        Prophets had to say.

I Salute the God in You!

I Salute the God in You!

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #5 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 7/28/09 www.inthatdayteachings.com

Matthew 5:8; Matthew 23:38-39; and last page of the Bible!

I salute the God in you!

     I salute you for paying the price,

I salute the humility in you,

        That will return respect by thrice!

That you will salute others with well wishing,

        For being another rare God-bearer!

Or will you just suck up the compliments,

        And thanks as a get-not-give wayfarer?

Then continue to be proud and loud,

        How great in all treasures of God you are,

And let others reciprocate thankful love how near,

        Not far from God, humble-tooled they are.

This is the test, is it not,

        Whether God can indwell in full in us?

Will we see pure in heart,

        God come now in, not perfect but mature, flesh?

If we can see God come now,

        In another mortal being,

It is to have God’s own heart,

        And His eyes to see seeing!

Let us then bless that new or old hand who, in God,

        Displays much less leaven,

Than the prideful who hate God’s being in others,

        And stop coming heaven.

How the Forgiven Learn from Mistakes

How the Forgiven Learn from Mistakes

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #5 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 7/30/09 www.inthatdayteachings.com

Matthew 6:34

How can we be forgiven,

    Yet learn from our mistakes?

Forgive a child too much,

        He never gives but takes.

Forgive a child too little,

        He feels hurt for no reason,

Forgive in the right spirit,

        He’ll grow season to season.

Thus it is with God and man,

        Yes, Jesus forgives all,

But God wants us to mature,

        And lets our payback fall.

He gives us grace, divine enablement, to endure,

        Our foolish choices’ payback,

Forgiven, we walk through tribulations we make,

        That our character be sure.

Only God can manage this,

        Epic drama sublime,

The evil in us sufficient,

        To quarry gold from mine.

Thus we quarry requite, forgiveness and expulsion,

        Of evil thoughts and much worse spirits within,

That Jesus might indwell us in ever greater amounts,

        As Satan’s nature gets out and God’s gets in.

Who Controls Popular Shenanigans?

Who Controls Popular Shenanigans?

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #5 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 7/31/09 www.inthatdayteachings.com

Redacted in part from radio host Glenn Beck.

Who controls the shenanigans,

        Of scandalous politics in the United States?

Three groups: Entrenched unions,

        The environment movement and social justice big apes.

Who controls the shenanigans,

        Of scandalous broadcast religion to nation states?

Three groups: Rapture minions,

        The any-moment movement and eternal secure big apes.

Who controls the shenanigans,

        Of scandalous entertainment to flat-line brain states?

Three groups: Forensic morticians,

        The any-idol movement and news-that’s-not-news big apes.

Thus nothing matters by their wile creed,

        Except for what the empowered have to say,

If you disagree, then that matters,

        Mocking rule of law, they might put you away.

You think linking religion, politics,

        And entertainment is just confusion?

No, the truth is the deceived,

        Deceive the world as one fusion.

How do the deceivers deceive?

        At bottom line is wrong doxie,

Fundamental lies believed wrong,

        Saccharine evil loved with moxie.

Triune escapists,

        Each with their own god,

Hating only truth,

        Persecuting the incorrect odd.

The odd men out,

        Are any who speak truth,

Of triune lies,

        Seen from wilderness booth.

They want your money,

        Your life-forces controlled,

God wants your honey,

        Your best horses enrolled.

Enrolled to expand,

        God’s heaven on earth,

They want you enslaved,

        As unbeknown serf.

Who, with permission, helps copilot mind switches,

        Of brains manifesting Christ?

God, who rejects escapist thugocrat witches,

        And their ghoul-making soul heist.

God wants your mind as His,

        Truth loving and pure,

They want your mind as theirs,

        Hell-bound secure.

This is our end-times battle,

        Sarah Connors against Terminators!

Awake, oh sons of freedom,

        You restore heaven, not hell-makers!

It’s like George Orwell’s Nineteen Eighty-Four:

        Beyond late!

It’s beautiful, brave daughters responding:

        Beyond great!

So let liberty ring,

        And let it ring, once more loud,

The fight is on,

        Oh ye indwelt, make God proud.

(Note from rwb:  This poem, as all In That Day Material, is spiritual not literal.)

You Vilify Well

You Vilify Well

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #5 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 8/13/09 www.inthatdayteachings.com

Jeremiah 5:22-25; Malachi 3:2-3

You vilify My tongs,

        You vilify My anvil,

You vilify My hammer,

        You vilify all I can ‘til…

I have no more patience,

        And that’s really something,

I have unlimited everything,

        But for this really dumb thing:

You vilify your spouse,

        You vilify your friend,

You vilify the beginning,

        Even the end!

I AM the beginning!

        I AM the end!

Don’t vilify Me,

        And call Me friend!

You vilify yourself,

        And yourself only,

To avoid rebuke,

        And keep pride crony!

I allow trouble and not blessings,

        To remove pride from you,

You vilify everything and body,

        Too bad for you!

Too bad you can’t see,

        My hard treatment is love,

You vilify what you can’t dominate,

        You vilify: LOVE.

When you vilify love,

        You vilify Me,

And all who’ve paid dearly,

        That in them I be!

You crucify Me,

        And My own,

That in you Satan,

        Makes his home.

But you don’t see it,

        Having no eyes to see,

You enlist courts and police,

        Lest the good be free!

I had to make and expand hell,

        To put rebellious nabobs like you,

Oh human, what do you do?

        Make heaven empty to vilify well.

Grifter Heaven

Grifter Heaven

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #5 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 8/13/09 www.inthatdayteachings.com

It’s grifter heaven,

        I tell you today,

Got cash for my clunker,

        I couldn’t give away!

Soon I’ll have insurance,

        For my health,

I haven’t minded much,

        My fat self!

And I’ll never be taxed!

        So my leader promises,

I take lies as facts,

        Grifters get all wishes.

And the best part,

        Of grifter heaven,

Payers are called evil,

        Not grifters leaven.

It’s grifter heaven,

        In the good old U. S. of A.,

Don’t dare dethrone grifters,

        Or there will be hell to pay!

We’re bullies, we’re organized,

        We’re community thugocrats,

Don’t dare raise voice or finger,

        Mice must be eaten by cats!

Man on Earth, Look What You’ve Done!

Man on Earth, Look What You’ve Done!

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #5 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 8/15/09 www.inthatdayteachings.com

Genesis 1:24, Revelation 22:20

Oh man on Earth, look what you’ve done!

I give you relativity’s theory, then you shun…

You shun the wisdom of ages, how absurd!

On a theory you don’t understand, just heard.

I could have kept Einstein stupid, how boring!

To keep philosophers from whoring: Baal’s Cupid.

Baal’s Cupid is mankind’s infatuation, lust really,

To trump some ideas over wisdom’s whole, how creepy!

So, in the name of an ideal, an ideal gone wild,

Progressive, so-called, leaders kill off their own, beguiled.

Enlightened beyond the ken of others, even in truth Me!

They become the sad, horrific death machines of eternity.

They know and believe relativity and Einstein,

They know not My Spirit-return in all mankind.

My kind, they must first kill, to make on earth peace,

But before it’s over My kind will live, they will cease.

Oh foolish man on Earth, look what you’ve done!

Alone you can’t finish, what I’ve begun.

Look to the beginning, oh ye progressives, to see the end,

As Father of the Big Bang, I ask you then: Are you My friend?

Beware Poetic Justice!

Beware Poetic Justice!

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #5 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 8/16/09 www.inthatdayteachings.com

Beware poetic justice!

        It will get you in the end,

If you become enemy,

        To those who were your friend.

Or if you are like cursed denizens,

        Who make earth so much like hell,

Because you can’t learn and admit,

        You were wrong ago pray tell.

Beware poetic justice!

        It’s extraordinary how it works,

If you bring a sharp knife,

        To a meal being eaten with forks.

And with pride,

        You eat the other man’s lunch,

Swallowed whole,

        Later you’ll be, is my hunch.

Payback is bigger,

        Far and away ever much worse than worst,

When you live as though,

        Seven billion live to make you first.

The invisible force of all that’s good,

        Works its mystery in time oft untimely,

Poetic justice hammers down evil,

        If the good can let the not right get what be.

Eye Choose Neither!

Eye Choose Neither!

By Robert Winkler Burke

Book #5 of In That Day Teachings

Copyright 8/17/09 www.inthatdayteachings.com

Neither, NEITHER!

        I said I want to be neither!

Before I was born,

        The Selector said I must choose whether…

Whether to be,

        In the over class,

The oligarch monarchs,

        That rule the morass.

Or be in the under class,

        The groveling hordes,

Who give up hope,

        To over class lords.

The Selector was actually,

        Being to me kind,

Not offering the middle class,

        The abused of mind.

The poor middle class,

        Pay now in every way,

Paying for the under class,

        And the lords of over pay.

Choose, said the Selector,

        We’re running out of time,

Choose to be over or under,

        Because now is their prime.

Oh Selector, it sounds like hell,

        This choice you give me on earth,

What happened to the US Constitution?

        What happened to a man’s worth?

Oh that, said the Selector,

        We in heaven had hope for two hundred years,

But America trashed its ideals,

        The place became the sum of heaven’s fears.

So you’ve got two choices,

        Of empowerment in life,

Over or under class gives,

        Entitlement, and then strife.