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Going Into The World - a short story by A.B.King

   Once upon a time in a place called America there lived a Senior Pastor called Noel. He was what some people would love to call a big time preacher. More importantly, he was a man with a genuine heart for God and he truly wanted to reach out to the lost.   Times where not what they used to be. Evil was much more rampant now than ever. Even Satan had so manipulated people’s minds that they didn’t even believe that evil exists anymore but for some strange reason they believed that good existed. It is like a man who believes that light exists but darkness does not exist. If that’s the case, what happens in a room at night when you put off the light? These people are like men drowning in quick sand but stupidly saying they don’t need help because they don’t believe that quick sand is real – they don’t believe that quick sand exists.   Satan had also succeeded in manipulating the minds of the creation (human beings) to believe that there is no creator. And the creation still can’t see that their very existence invalidates what they believe.   Pastor Noel prayed and prayed for his people. He did all the traditional things the body of Christ had done in the past to positively influence the society and save it from self destruction but nothing seemed to work. Pastor Noel then decided to do new things – new things that were like the world’s things – things that the world would relate to. At least that is the direction that he believed the spirit of God was leading him to.   Pastor Noel soon convinced his congregation along with the leaders in his ministry to go out into the world’s culture and present little tidbits of our world as Christians into their world and as time goes on they should introduce more. Thus, after years of this new movement you could see crucifix’s and monuments of Jesus in places you won’t expect them; like in night clubs and even places where people who protest against the bible hang out. Pastor Noel had used speeches and campaigns that use understanding as an excuse to not just tolerate but also accommodate people who hated Jesus, in his quest to be relevant to the society and influence the culture of the people of the day with the ‘Culture of Christianity.’   By the end of Pastor Noel’s years, the impact of his Christian culture infiltration plan was felt in every worldly activity. There was now some Christian element to every worldly activity. Pastor Noel rejoiced about this and was extremely happy. Unbeknownst to him somewhere in a select coven in his city, the church of Satan celebrated that there is now a worldly element to every Christian activity.   The lesson here is that; when you are busy thinking you are reaching the world by compromising (giving up some of your principles) and becoming a little more like the world in other to minster to the world in a way that relates to their canal mind, the world is smiling secretly that they are succeeding in gradually changing you to become more like them.
The End.

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But the Body inside your Body is not your body/
A baby is not the Mother, And the Mother is not the baby/
A Bentley is not the Driver, And the Driver is not the Bentley/
Your baby is not you, It's just Parked in your Body/
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Let's not rename Murder, in other to commit Murder/
Let's not rename Genocide, and call it Parental Planning/
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What kind of Parental Plan suggests killing the family?/
How can you be Pro-Choice by robbing the baby's choice?/
The decision to Live or Die belongs to the Life involved/
How dare you choose Death without hearing the Baby's voice/
The Pro-Choice movement is Anti-Choice/


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Our Boys In Blue - a poem by Alfred

Through Cold or Heat, Through Strength or Pain/
They Carry our Troubles, All Night, All Day/
They Risk their Future, To Keep us Safe/
Have you said a Prayer, For a Cop today?/
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Bodies would paint the Street like Syria Today/
After the West played Chess and won the Game/
Have you said a Prayer, For a Cop today?/
Without Police in America, today/
Your Head and Your Body could be in different States/
One Part in Alabama, The Other part Up-State/
Have you said a Prayer, For a Cop today?/
We owe our Lives to Our Boys In Blue/
They carry the weight of the Red, White, and Blue/
And make it a Nation all Nations come to/
Have you said Thanks, To a Cop today?/

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Madiba Says - a poem by Alfred

Success awaits every man at the top of the hill/
But after she shakes your hands, you see another hill/
New hills grow taller if you pause to sleep/
Success has feet, she can just get up and leave/
A Real Leader must love this people more than he loves himself/
And be willing to make the ultimate sacrifice for them/
He must be dead to self, and live for them/
Otherwise he might ruin them while saving himself/
Freedom doesn't mean having no chains on your wrists/
It struts forward to mean liberating others wrists/
So if you don't liberate others you're imprisoned yourself/
The walls are invisible but they are still there/
Education is the most powerful W.M.D/
To destroy the destruction of humanity/
Don't judge me by conquered Mountain Tops/
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