Melancholic Derivations

September 30, 2007

Woeful Epiphanies

What brings about this search for the Truth? A desperate need so finely ingrained within us that even our attempts to deny the Truth have resulted in a further confirmation of this desperate searching. Who determines where we go or stay? Whether we live or die? What is the human will? Where do we go after we leave this Earth? Is God theistic or deistic? Does God still speak to us directly in modern times? All pertinent questions, but answers deemed grey by humanity's greatest minds.

I've been feeling the strain, like I'm fighting an upward and insurmountable war against those who call themselves Christians like us. I'll be quick to affirm that I'm not about to pass judgement on whether or not their beliefs are Gospel-truth, seeing as I am human and my judgements merely limited. But what I strongly believe is that everything that is preached from the pulpit or practiced in the pews can be corroborated with the Bible, something which Charismatics will be hard-pressed to do.

Show me where in the Bible it says that tongues will be spoken in present day! Demonstrate the powers of 'prophecy' that they claim have touched the lives of millions? All I can recall is the strong warnings of God against this sort of behaviour found in Deuteronomy 18:10, "There shall not be found among you any one that maketh his son or his daughter to pass through the fire, or that useth divination, or an observer of times, or an enchanter, or a witch." Words so strongly against such practices but yet, taken so lightly in a Charismatic movement which seeks to discredit the Old Testament.

A knowledgeable and outspoken Charismatic (very rare, I assure you) debated with me as to the relevance of the Old Testament Law to this age of grace. And I found it amusing that a certain big church in Singapore actually preaches that the Ten Commandments are no longer relevant in our day and age. What heresy! I constantly struggle and do my best to plant the seed of Truth within the hearts of these people, but what a constant struggle it has been! For "There is a way that seemeth right unto a man; but the end thereof are ways of death. - Proverbs 16:25"

This age of Charismatism is a disease spreading across the entire spectrum of Christianity, and yet it is something that we as Fundamental Christians cannot ignore. For if we allow our faith to be contaminated by the words of heresies and untruths, then we run the risk of losing the solidarity of our Message forever.

In the meantime, I will pray in fervent hope for these lost souls.

Sola Fide, Sola Scriptura, Sola Christus, Sola Gratia, Sola Deo Gloria.

Labels: Thoughts, YHWH

Traveller fell apart at 2:17 AM

September 08, 2007

Grey Stasis

Have I still got you to be my open door? I assume not.

Damien Rice - Grey Room

Well I've been here before, I've sat on the floor, in a grey grey room.
Where I stay in all day, I don't eat, but I play, with this grey grey food.
Desolate. If someone is prayin', then I might break out.
Desolate. Even if I scream, I can't scream that loud.
I'm all alone again, crawling back home again, just stuck by the phone again.

Yeah, well I've been here before, sat on a floor, in a grey grey mood.
Where I stay up all night, and all that I write, is a grey grey tune.
So pray for me child. Just for a while. And I might break out, yeah.
Pray for me child, even a smile, would do for now.
So I'm all alone again, crawling back home again, just stuck by the phone again.

Have I still got you to be my open door?
Have I still got you to be my sandy shore?
Have I still got you to cross my bridge in this storm?
Have I still got you to keep me warm?

Coz if I squeeze my grape, and I drink my wine yeah.
Coz if I squeeze my grape, and I drink my wine yeah.
Yeah, oh 'coz nothing is lost, this is frozen in frost.
And it's opening time, and there's no-one in line.

But I've still got me to be your open door,
I've still got me to be your sandy shore,
I've still got me to cross your bridge in this storm,
And I've still got me to keep you warm,

Warmer than warm yeah, Warmer than warm yeah,
Warmer than warm yeah, Warmer than warm yeah.

Just 2 months to go before I'm back in sunny Singapore. There's apprehension and excitement all at the same time. Not an unfamiliar feeling, but unhealthily familiar.

Labels: Melancholic, Songs

Traveller fell apart at 2:40 PM


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A desperate need so finely ingrained within us that even our attempts to deny the Truth have resulted in a further confirmation of this desperate searching. Who determines where we go or stay? Whether we live or die? What is the human will? Where do we go after we leave this Earth? Is God theistic or deistic? Does God still speak to us directly in modern times? All pertinent questions, but answers deemed grey by humanity's greatest minds. I've been feeling the strain, like I'm fighting an upward and insurmountable war against those who call themselves Christians like us. I'll be quick to affirm that I'm not about to pass judgement on whether or not their beliefs are Gospel-truth, seeing as I am human and my judgements merely limited. But what I strongly believe is that everything that is preached from the pulpit or practiced in the pews can be corroborated with the Bible, something which Charismatics will be hard-pressed to do. Show me where in the Bible it says that tongues will be spoken in present day! Demonstrate the powers of 'prophecy' that they claim have touched the lives of millions? All I can recall is the strong warnings of God against this sort of behaviour found in Deuteronomy 18:10, "There shall not be found among you any one that maketh his son or his daughter to pass through the fire, or that useth divination, or an observer of times, or an enchanter, or a witch." Words so strongly against such practices but yet, taken so lightly in a Charismatic movement which seeks to discredit the Old Testament. A knowledgeable and outspoken Charismatic (very rare, I assure you) debated with me as to the relevance of the Old Testament Law to this age of grace. And I found it amusing that a certain big church in Singapore actually preaches that the Ten Commandments are no longer relevant in our day and age. What heresy! I constantly struggle and do my best to plant the seed of Truth within the hearts of these people, but what a constant struggle it has been! For "There is a way that seemeth right unto a man; but the end thereof are ways of death. - Proverbs 16:25" This age of Charismatism is a disease spreading across the entire spectrum of Christianity, and yet it is something that we as Fundamental Christians cannot ignore. For if we allow our faith to be contaminated by the words of heresies and untruths, then we run the risk of losing the solidarity of our Message forever. In the meantime, I will pray in fervent hope for these lost souls. Sola Fide, Sola Scriptura, Sola Christus, Sola Gratia, Sola Deo Gloria. Labels: Thoughts, YHWH Traveller fell apart at 2:17 AM September 08, 2007 Grey Stasis Have I still got you to be my open door? I assume not. Damien Rice - Grey Room Well I've been here before, I've sat on the floor, in a grey grey room. Where I stay in all day, I don't eat, but I play, with this grey grey food. Desolate. If someone is prayin', then I might break out. Desolate. Even if I scream, I can't scream that loud. I'm all alone again, crawling back home again, just stuck by the phone again. Yeah, well I've been here before, sat on a floor, in a grey grey mood. Where I stay up all night, and all that I write, is a grey grey tune. So pray for me child. Just for a while. And I might break out, yeah. Pray for me child, even a smile, would do for now. So I'm all alone again, crawling back home again, just stuck by the phone again. Have I still got you to be my open door? Have I still got you to be my sandy shore? Have I still got you to cross my bridge in this storm? Have I still got you to keep me warm? Coz if I squeeze my grape, and I drink my wine yeah. Coz if I squeeze my grape, and I drink my wine yeah. Yeah, oh 'coz nothing is lost, this is frozen in frost. And it's opening time, and there's no-one in line. But I've still got me to be your open door, I've still got me to be your sandy shore, I've still got me to cross your bridge in this storm, And I've still got me to keep you warm, Warmer than warm yeah, Warmer than warm yeah, Warmer than warm yeah, Warmer than warm yeah. Just 2 months to go before I'm back in sunny Singapore. There's apprehension and excitement all at the same time. Not an unfamiliar feeling, but unhealthily familiar. Labels: Melancholic, Songs Traveller fell apart at 2:40 PM