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>>>Transcript of Lithurgy's speech at Murder of Crows
Topic: What is home?
>>I am prepared for the hostility, and yes, even the end of our meetings should it come to that.
But out of serious thought to this, concerning the freely sharing of hope in this messy world by the cruel beauty of the Cross, so blatant, so raw is that beautiful sacrifice, that I cannot remain fearful any longer, lest I myself spit on the Sacrificial Lamb through my own negligence in following the path of the Sacrificial Lamb.
I’ve received a few messages from inquirers, a few painful nights agonizing over what to say. Yes, I am fully prepared should I be removed, but nevertheless, the Rock holding me steady is not hewn from the praises of humanity, and how fickle of a humanity are we.
Recall in past, the name of which I go by here and in my talks, Lithurgy. A name to shed Christ’s Light on the lethargic liturgy spreading throughout the ages and promised to continue till the return of The Shepherd in a final cleansing, with no more time for grace’s extension as the fount of blood pouring from Christ’s wounds will finally be shut up, a time nearing as humanity finds new ways to destroy themselves. After all, we’ve invented a way to kill another through nailing metal through each other’s flesh. What more are we capable of?
A lot really. A lot.
Thus, I am prepared with full confidence, not in myself or the doctrine of demons as it will be supposed, but in the prompting of the Holy Spirit to speak truth. For if Christ was willing to endure the walk to Golgotha, where all of humanity’s hatred poured out on His already torn body, what less is expected of me, one who claims to know this Shepherd’s voice?
It began with a question, really. I saw so many claim one would find their true home upon embarking membership in a specific denomination, claiming themselves the only true church. This week, specifically, what could not leave my mind was one individual having so many questions, only to be bombarded with accusation and a cry to return to the true church, Catholicism, because according to his accusers, that was Christ’s true home, the true bride.
And I was left with a question. What is home?
A foundation of arrogance? Of treating those with genuine question, not as fellow humble children in the presence of our Father, but as children while we, the older ones, look down upon them as nothing more than insects that must be “educated,” lest our creaking tower of achievement in supposed dedication to God topple because of these “weak links”? Mind you, this isn’t merely native to Catholicism, but to Evangelicalism as well.
“Thus you nullify the word of God by your tradition that you have handed down. And you do many things like that” (Mark 7:13).
I am not claiming to be a faith leader. You are free to ignore me.
I only present a question. What is home?
For what I’ve discovered, I’ll speak this.
The Christian will not enter Heaven. The righteous, however; will.
Who gave you your Scripture? Who were the first immediately after Christ to share the Word?
They will say, again and again.
The Scribes held the Law. The Scribes shared the Law of Moses after his departure, too.
But then came a Lamb, who spoke with Authority.
“Do not be afraid, you who are highly esteemed,” he said. “Peace! Be strong now; be strong.” When he spoke to me, I was strengthened and said, “Speak, my lord, since you have given me strength” (Daniel 10:19)
The Lamb will strengthen us, but He will not grant us His role, nor leave us with mediators apart from Himself. For, what was the point of leaving perfection, experiencing the agony of human existence if you were to merely give the mediator role to another fallible human. Wasn’t Moses enough then?
“If we claim to be without sin, we deceive ourselves and the truth is not in us” (1 John 1:8)
To image Christ entering the human existence in a sinful vessel is illogical to them, it doesn’t make sense, but Christ came to live the full picture, including the sinful human body, only, He never yielded and acted upon any of it.
“For we do not have a high priest who is unable to empathize with our weaknesses, but we have one who has been tempted in every way, just as we are—yet he did not sin” (Hebrews 4:15).
Yes, it is accomplished. Now, to live an abundant life is open to us freely. To maintain our house, we must listen to the Shepherds voice, and not sit amongst the crowds getting drunk and abusive as did the servants who believed too much in themselves, who became lax in their walk before being surprised by the King’s return. Yet,
“They tie up heavy, cumbersome loads and put them on other people’s shoulders, but they themselves are not willing to lift a finger to move them” (Matthew 23:4)
Is that home?
Or, is it this?
“Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy and my burden is light” (Matthew 11:30).
My God is my Father, the blood drenched Lamb.
He walked humanity’s agony; He wept in their pain.
His Creation is full of signposts, His Life is full of truth.
He did not leave us with sacraments, for He is still remains a presence ever-present to our cries.
If I was to be confined without any of the materials necessary for sacraments, nothing would be lost.
Because all He requires is my heart, humble and ready.
“Rend your heart and not your garments. Return to the LORD your God, for he is gracious and compassionate, slow to anger and abounding in love, and he relents from sending calamity” (Joel 2:13).
If I am to be portrayed as a demon leading humanity astray, so be it. Christ was called no less.
It is not out of pride in myself, in my own abilities that I reject the Church, of either Evangelical or Catholic nature, only out of a child-like faith in Christ, however ignorant it will be painted as.
Yes, you have your councils. Yes, you have your faith leaders.
And I humbly cling to the hem of Christ’s robe, as did the woman who bled. (Mark 5:25-34).
“He replied, “Whether he is a sinner or not, I don’t know. One thing I do know. I was blind but now I see!
Then they asked him, “What did he do to you? How did he open your eyes?”
He answered, “I have told you already and you did not listen. Why do you want to hear it again? Do you want to become his disciples too?”
Then they hurled insults at him and said, “You are this fellow’s disciple! We are disciples of Moses!” (John 9:25-28)
So, I presume this may be the last of my time here. If it is, I bid you blessings in Christ and the hope that you will reach the Father’s House, where He remains watchful of your arrival as He did of the Prodigal. And not that you end up in one of the numerous inns set up by the stones of the Tower of Babel.
Where no more time is needed to perfect one’s soul in fire, when the Lamb’s Blood already washes one clean upon the true repentance of sin, the daily cleansing of hyssop. Where there is no trust in an almighty political demigod, neither in the kissing of a figurehead’s ring.
Where the figures of the Bible are beings just like ourselves, sinful, but cleansed, evidenced by their acts, where their faith was credited as righteousness, where art is a dedication of ourselves back to God, a blessing for others in drawing them close, but not another stepping stone to complicate the Way to the Father.
And once more must I say, that the simplicity is not an excusing of sin.
Yet, the Rosary isn’t our strongest defense against evil.
A sincere, child-like faith, ready for suffering, yet willing to endure their cross, is.
My God isn’t carried by individuals on a throne, wearing vestments ornate.
My God isn’t a well-dressed politician claiming business savvy, yet spitting on the Cross daily with unholy speech.
My God has eyes roaming the Earth, and ears attentive to any seeking aid from humanity’s self-destruction.
My God has left the Comforter, the Holy Spirit, to aid me in my groaning human words cannot begin to express.
My God recalls to me of the Lamb’s Sacrifice, warning me not to treat lightly that Sacrifice, when I partake in His Communion, where the Bread and the Wine enter in me, as a symbol of that Sacrifice, for it is an abomination to drink human blood, is it not? And I am just a sinner, how can I touch the divinity of Christ?
My God is the Authority. The Holy Spirit screams when I falter.
My God is a God of the living, not the dead.
If this is considered a cheap, empty, half-hearted, fractured-Gospel, heretical in nature, and damnable to Hell. Then I ask you, what is home?
Is it that we all shall be condemned for kneeling humbly at the Mercy Seat outside the confines of your Church? That we did not rest in the belief of Saints aid? That we commit an evil by receiving Communion as humble children, not from the hand of a supposedly consecrated priest into the mouth of us, weak fools, even though we are all consecrated under the Blood of Christ?
It pains me, that an intentional degrading of ourselves is happening. We are not gods, but we are purposeful in Christ’s eyes. Yet we are making up gods for ourselves to aid God each day, not just in the form of Church figures, but of secular beings who seek our hearts just as much, for control, to become gods among men.
We are warned to turn neither to the right or left, to not become lukewarm. To not loose our potency, to not become relaxed. But all these voices, from Evangelicals and Catholicism, it muddies the Way.
“Two men went up to the temple to pray. One was a Pharisee and the other a tax collector. The Pharisee stood by himself and prayed, ‘God, I thank You that I am not like the other men—swindlers, evildoers, adulterers—or even like this tax collector. I fast twice a week and pay tithes of all that I acquire.’
But the tax collector stood at a distance, unwilling even to lift up his eyes to heaven. Instead, he beat his breast and said, ‘God, have mercy on me, a sinner!’ I tell you, this man, rather than the Pharisee, went home justified. For everyone who exalts himself will be humbled, but the one who humbles himself will be exalted.” (Luke 18:10-14)
Farewell, fellow sojourners. If that is to be. I shall remain clung to the Cross, and the grave robbed of its prey, a Risen Savior.
Topic: What is home?
>>I am prepared for the hostility, and yes, even the end of our meetings should it come to that.
But out of serious thought to this, concerning the freely sharing of hope in this messy world by the cruel beauty of the Cross, so blatant, so raw is that beautiful sacrifice, that I cannot remain fearful any longer, lest I myself spit on the Sacrificial Lamb through my own negligence in following the path of the Sacrificial Lamb.
I’ve received a few messages from inquirers, a few painful nights agonizing over what to say. Yes, I am fully prepared should I be removed, but nevertheless, the Rock holding me steady is not hewn from the praises of humanity, and how fickle of a humanity are we.
Recall in past, the name of which I go by here and in my talks, Lithurgy. A name to shed Christ’s Light on the lethargic liturgy spreading throughout the ages and promised to continue till the return of The Shepherd in a final cleansing, with no more time for grace’s extension as the fount of blood pouring from Christ’s wounds will finally be shut up, a time nearing as humanity finds new ways to destroy themselves. After all, we’ve invented a way to kill another through nailing metal through each other’s flesh. What more are we capable of?
A lot really. A lot.
Thus, I am prepared with full confidence, not in myself or the doctrine of demons as it will be supposed, but in the prompting of the Holy Spirit to speak truth. For if Christ was willing to endure the walk to Golgotha, where all of humanity’s hatred poured out on His already torn body, what less is expected of me, one who claims to know this Shepherd’s voice?
It began with a question, really. I saw so many claim one would find their true home upon embarking membership in a specific denomination, claiming themselves the only true church. This week, specifically, what could not leave my mind was one individual having so many questions, only to be bombarded with accusation and a cry to return to the true church, Catholicism, because according to his accusers, that was Christ’s true home, the true bride.
And I was left with a question. What is home?
A foundation of arrogance? Of treating those with genuine question, not as fellow humble children in the presence of our Father, but as children while we, the older ones, look down upon them as nothing more than insects that must be “educated,” lest our creaking tower of achievement in supposed dedication to God topple because of these “weak links”? Mind you, this isn’t merely native to Catholicism, but to Evangelicalism as well.
“Thus you nullify the word of God by your tradition that you have handed down. And you do many things like that” (Mark 7:13).
I am not claiming to be a faith leader. You are free to ignore me.
I only present a question. What is home?
For what I’ve discovered, I’ll speak this.
The Christian will not enter Heaven. The righteous, however; will.
Who gave you your Scripture? Who were the first immediately after Christ to share the Word?
They will say, again and again.
The Scribes held the Law. The Scribes shared the Law of Moses after his departure, too.
But then came a Lamb, who spoke with Authority.
“Do not be afraid, you who are highly esteemed,” he said. “Peace! Be strong now; be strong.” When he spoke to me, I was strengthened and said, “Speak, my lord, since you have given me strength” (Daniel 10:19)
The Lamb will strengthen us, but He will not grant us His role, nor leave us with mediators apart from Himself. For, what was the point of leaving perfection, experiencing the agony of human existence if you were to merely give the mediator role to another fallible human. Wasn’t Moses enough then?
“If we claim to be without sin, we deceive ourselves and the truth is not in us” (1 John 1:8)
To image Christ entering the human existence in a sinful vessel is illogical to them, it doesn’t make sense, but Christ came to live the full picture, including the sinful human body, only, He never yielded and acted upon any of it.
“For we do not have a high priest who is unable to empathize with our weaknesses, but we have one who has been tempted in every way, just as we are—yet he did not sin” (Hebrews 4:15).
Yes, it is accomplished. Now, to live an abundant life is open to us freely. To maintain our house, we must listen to the Shepherds voice, and not sit amongst the crowds getting drunk and abusive as did the servants who believed too much in themselves, who became lax in their walk before being surprised by the King’s return. Yet,
“They tie up heavy, cumbersome loads and put them on other people’s shoulders, but they themselves are not willing to lift a finger to move them” (Matthew 23:4)
Is that home?
Or, is it this?
“Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy and my burden is light” (Matthew 11:30).
My God is my Father, the blood drenched Lamb.
He walked humanity’s agony; He wept in their pain.
His Creation is full of signposts, His Life is full of truth.
He did not leave us with sacraments, for He is still remains a presence ever-present to our cries.
If I was to be confined without any of the materials necessary for sacraments, nothing would be lost.
Because all He requires is my heart, humble and ready.
“Rend your heart and not your garments. Return to the LORD your God, for he is gracious and compassionate, slow to anger and abounding in love, and he relents from sending calamity” (Joel 2:13).
If I am to be portrayed as a demon leading humanity astray, so be it. Christ was called no less.
It is not out of pride in myself, in my own abilities that I reject the Church, of either Evangelical or Catholic nature, only out of a child-like faith in Christ, however ignorant it will be painted as.
Yes, you have your councils. Yes, you have your faith leaders.
And I humbly cling to the hem of Christ’s robe, as did the woman who bled. (Mark 5:25-34).
“He replied, “Whether he is a sinner or not, I don’t know. One thing I do know. I was blind but now I see!
Then they asked him, “What did he do to you? How did he open your eyes?”
He answered, “I have told you already and you did not listen. Why do you want to hear it again? Do you want to become his disciples too?”
Then they hurled insults at him and said, “You are this fellow’s disciple! We are disciples of Moses!” (John 9:25-28)
So, I presume this may be the last of my time here. If it is, I bid you blessings in Christ and the hope that you will reach the Father’s House, where He remains watchful of your arrival as He did of the Prodigal. And not that you end up in one of the numerous inns set up by the stones of the Tower of Babel.
Where no more time is needed to perfect one’s soul in fire, when the Lamb’s Blood already washes one clean upon the true repentance of sin, the daily cleansing of hyssop. Where there is no trust in an almighty political demigod, neither in the kissing of a figurehead’s ring.
Where the figures of the Bible are beings just like ourselves, sinful, but cleansed, evidenced by their acts, where their faith was credited as righteousness, where art is a dedication of ourselves back to God, a blessing for others in drawing them close, but not another stepping stone to complicate the Way to the Father.
And once more must I say, that the simplicity is not an excusing of sin.
Yet, the Rosary isn’t our strongest defense against evil.
A sincere, child-like faith, ready for suffering, yet willing to endure their cross, is.
My God isn’t carried by individuals on a throne, wearing vestments ornate.
My God isn’t a well-dressed politician claiming business savvy, yet spitting on the Cross daily with unholy speech.
My God has eyes roaming the Earth, and ears attentive to any seeking aid from humanity’s self-destruction.
My God has left the Comforter, the Holy Spirit, to aid me in my groaning human words cannot begin to express.
My God recalls to me of the Lamb’s Sacrifice, warning me not to treat lightly that Sacrifice, when I partake in His Communion, where the Bread and the Wine enter in me, as a symbol of that Sacrifice, for it is an abomination to drink human blood, is it not? And I am just a sinner, how can I touch the divinity of Christ?
My God is the Authority. The Holy Spirit screams when I falter.
My God is a God of the living, not the dead.
If this is considered a cheap, empty, half-hearted, fractured-Gospel, heretical in nature, and damnable to Hell. Then I ask you, what is home?
Is it that we all shall be condemned for kneeling humbly at the Mercy Seat outside the confines of your Church? That we did not rest in the belief of Saints aid? That we commit an evil by receiving Communion as humble children, not from the hand of a supposedly consecrated priest into the mouth of us, weak fools, even though we are all consecrated under the Blood of Christ?
It pains me, that an intentional degrading of ourselves is happening. We are not gods, but we are purposeful in Christ’s eyes. Yet we are making up gods for ourselves to aid God each day, not just in the form of Church figures, but of secular beings who seek our hearts just as much, for control, to become gods among men.
We are warned to turn neither to the right or left, to not become lukewarm. To not loose our potency, to not become relaxed. But all these voices, from Evangelicals and Catholicism, it muddies the Way.
“Two men went up to the temple to pray. One was a Pharisee and the other a tax collector. The Pharisee stood by himself and prayed, ‘God, I thank You that I am not like the other men—swindlers, evildoers, adulterers—or even like this tax collector. I fast twice a week and pay tithes of all that I acquire.’
But the tax collector stood at a distance, unwilling even to lift up his eyes to heaven. Instead, he beat his breast and said, ‘God, have mercy on me, a sinner!’ I tell you, this man, rather than the Pharisee, went home justified. For everyone who exalts himself will be humbled, but the one who humbles himself will be exalted.” (Luke 18:10-14)
Farewell, fellow sojourners. If that is to be. I shall remain clung to the Cross, and the grave robbed of its prey, a Risen Savior.
>>Personal Reflections.
>>(Musical Interlude. LEPER-Red Words)
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