Beautiful Ugly Storms I smell them pushing dust, and debris candy wrappers, and benevolent leaves all down the landscape's grateful coridors I am a guest in this world and cannot taste what you have in store oh weather maker oh God of love's jealous particularity I will not go, pushed out or chased on I am free to worship so I will stand And you, dirty storms of grimace and the groan are not the one I fear You burly soldier of grace to this soul often stuck in the ease and conveinience of sameness of the known One only sanely fears what they most long for Desire is God's echoing presence in our soul And this is now a time for me a time for me a time for me .. and promise These beautiful ugly storms kiss my face as they pass No longer torment me, do they with thoughts of what should be what could have been I am on my way Words © by John R. brusseau Red (Written to Kristine’s photo) It was there for a long time taking up residence in the paved driveway in my soul red, oh so red this way, this lifestyle this picture of my ardent life of need and how I did need she was without and never complained so I needed I longed for her satisfaction And this was the red car between us She tried to tell me in her gentle voice to let it go But years rolled by and still it rested snug in my backyard of dreams delayed and hopes denied Well, the day came for reckoning for healing change and I, too lost to fight was swept off to wonder and demise at the end of yearnings’ road Never guessing the salvation or the beauty of rebirth On a day of unlooked for joy I watched my red car roll down my drive and out of my life behind God’ almighty tow truck It was white Words © by John R. Brusseau A Secret Revealed On the occasion that you dare to listen I will speak my soul For long has this festered in agony twisted what nobody wanted to hear from a girl I never knew tender I never knew safety Never was anyone’s so precious, pearl Talons of fury ripping and pulling kept tugging my innocent reasons to trust collapsed on my childhood swallowing me whole and leaving behind me this crust Years of pain passed then lost in the deep woods the untidy swirling of horror and shame Alone, and forgotten by those who I trusted to never abandon for personal gain I drifted in silence that screamed out my desperate hopes for a savior to save me from lies But perverts of leering conscience bruised bastards would hear me and follow my unfolding sighs I cannot define it why I in my torture sensed there was something that I had to find Something that loved me Something not selfish Something that wouldn’t devour and bind And somehow it happened A voice in the desert called me to follow a lamb that was slain And I, in my sorrow knew in that moment that here was a person who’d listen to pain And listen and listen And listen he did To everything ugly, and rotting, and rage And I was wrapped up in His sad eyes of kindness And watched as he slowly turned every page Now, I am still broken in so many ways while healing slow marches the memories and death But I have found safety in trustworthy passions who shelter this child still catching her breath And so I now utter these scriptures of journey to those in my family, still bound to my life Forgiveness is flowing and love is enduring but you will not know it apart from the knife The blade of confession releases and soothes us and I do not need it, but you cannot move And so I deliver this key to the Kingdom and hope you will take it and see mercy prove Words © by John R. Brusseau Another Day Another Dollar And the storm rose and leaned over my shaken form like a giant intrusive metaphor ominous as Hades to a sailor on leave Putrid with the scars of past entanglements that foreboding taste would not leave my mouth I hoped to push my anxious teeth from my worried lips with my reactionary tongue and lapsed into the murmuring of fools drooling like a baby on his frozen ring eynah.. eynah.. ynah.. mmnnh! Words © by John R. Brusseau Aid And we will not give in to despair disease-like in the way it ravages our soul leaving us with but an empty shell of the person God made us to be. Though the tidal forces of hopelessness build to the heavens we will hold onto the hand of God God is our refuge and our resolve God is our hope and salvation Thus, we will stand, and not be moved Whatever we are given to do Whatever we are blessed to pursue That will we do, until God wipes our suffering away Go with those who bow and scrape to the terrorist fears that lie As for me and my house, we will look to the God whence comes our help God is not a liar, and God is love. Love hopes all things, and so will I while looking for the cure And beating down the doors of apathy and hate that block the way to life God, come soon. Our life is ever before you Let all men see your heart that cares Let all men see that it is you who save God, come soon The Flow And the blood flows Down between seems and the cushion seats of a family’s very old sofa The smell of that blood Is the very sweetest smell on earth And it forces happy tears And smiles full of joy All of them born of deepest heart-crushing gratitude And the blood flows Like a flood of light beaming Bathing the family temple With golden light Not a shadow hides within This living room of lives unfolded Unfolding And Oh Yes, the blood flows on And over Covering totally, forever The caustic, the brutal the buried, and the hidden Sins and damage of ten generations In both directions, past and future Oh that blood Oh that Man The only faithful witness Of God’s love, and righteousness Jesus…Jesus…Jesus, your blood Covers me Covers mine Covers us with every bit of God’s love And forgiveness And healing And The Blood flows Over my grandmother and father Over my parents Over my siblings and I Over our children, and on And on Every act of lust Every act of wounded rage Every act of love suspended Like a death knell in the air Oh Jesus, you covered every act of torture we have lived to level at each other Our own Our precious Our loved ones Our family caught in fears and unbelief in boiling ignorance of God’s love Jesus, your blood… flows Jesus, your blood…covers Jesus… Jesus… We are bought, whole lock, stock and barrel Jesus, now and always we are under your blood © By John R. Brusseau
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The Nature of Truth The truth is always seen as unpatriotic when men and women care more about safety than God. The truth always becomes viewed as heretical when men and women care more about maintaining their place in their religious herd than they do about God. The truth will always seem like a monstrous terror as long as we men and women care more about survival than we do God. The truth will always be thought a tyrant when men and women care more about freedom than they do God. Truth only manifests as love, so… Love is also considered to be unpatriotic when men and women care more about safety than God. And love always becomes viewed as heresy when men and women care more about maintaining their place in their religious herd than they do about God. And love will always seem like a monstrous terror as long as we men and women care more about survival than we do God. And love will always be thought a tyrant when men and women care more about freedom than they do God. God is the symbol for objective reality, which is another way of saying, truth, and whenever we value anything (however inherently good it may be in and of itself) more than God, it places a filter of fear over our perceptual lenses. God (and truth, which is love, and produces life) is one. Therefore, God synthesizes everything in the universe (even evil). God is the absolute harmony of compliments in the universal set. Fear (and pride, his bastard offspring) stirs up disintegration, and chaos. Fear would masquerade as God in the inherently subjective soul of every person. Thus we are, each of us, are left with a choice, and it is actually our only choice, between God-truth/love/life, and fear/pride/disintegration. And here’s the kicker; we can only see our choice (given our subjectivity) when it comes to us in the form of sacrificial love, selfless love. Any choice offered us from the hands, and heart of pride may be awfully tempting, but it will always lead to disintegration, and chaos. So, choose between a gift of selfless, sacrificial love from God-truth/love/life, and the coercion of pride from fear. At the resolution of this age, all humanity will choose one, or the other. We will either choose to hold onto pride in our own potential, which leads to the usual self destruction, or we will choose to accept an unearned gift of sacrificial, selfless love, which engenders within us the freedom to love others in the same selfless, sacrificial way. God-truth/love/life gives us the freedom to choose, which is how evil is synthesized into the whole. Fear obscures our choice. Those that opt out of relationship with God-truth/love/life are self-canceling, thus restoring the universe to a state of absolute harmony/oneness. Choose, oh wonderful aspect of God’s universe. Choose. |
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Surviving In The Wilderness Encouragement for those who want to overcome Since the fall of man the religious landscape has been cluttered with the self-help manuals of the old serpent. Through these esoteric guides he panders to the insecurity he so deftly impregnated our species with to begin with. This insecurity is about God; What are His intentions, can He save, and can He prosper me. Without the truth of who God is, we are doomed to a life of fear driven, selfish, brutal, competition over the means to save and prosper our selves. We are broken, dysfunctional people who, through the persistent enticements of that old rapist, also now find a need in us to cover up our vulnerability. And the means to do this is proffered us in the form of self-helpism. We pass on this mirage (as though it were a family heirloom), that the human species really can pull off what no other thing in the universe can, that we can be our own originator of safety and prosperity. This is essentially the point which most religions, try very hard to make; That we, the creature can become our own God, can be in absolute control of our own destiny. And we must have control, now that our safety and prosperity are no longer assured. This, finally, is what our self-help religions and philosophies offer us, human control over our own destiny. Because this dillusional, fear saturated, need to cover up our insecurity with self-help religion, is so dominant in us, God had to devise a means to overcome this spiritual addiction, this tyranny. He came up with the wilderness. A beautiful plan, really. Simply, place those who choose to accept an intimate relationship with God in an environment where they would; -1. Have to trust God for both their safety and prosperity and thus… -2. Have to face their inability to trust God for their safety and prosperity. And finally … -3. remain in this environment until the distrust mindset in them dies out and is replaced by the memory ( read experience ) supported mind set that they can trust God. In other words God would ( like the man in Deut. 21: 10-14 ) take us to a place in which He governed, while foregoing the fulfillment of His own desire that we respond to Him, in order to have the opportunity to show us His intention and ability to provide for us. In this age, we who have been rescued from the decaying world around us, are all in such a place. And we will be, in one area of our mindset or another, until we go to be with God. So get used to it. It isn’t going to end. It will just move to a new, unclued in area of your soul. And if you want something to do while you are going through your wilderness, and I know you do, you may endure and despise the shame ( Choose to endure and choose to despise the shame. When Jesus was crucified, He was associated ( numbered ) with the criminals who normally were given this kind of death sentence. When you choose to trust God to provide safety and prosperity for you in some area of your life ( and thus come to die to your unbelief that He can ) , there will surely be some sinful parts of you that will go along for the ride. The adversary would get you to focus on those, very real problems in you, instead of on God. For shame will compete with God for your attention. Remember, you are righteous. There is no place, whatsoever, for shame in the life of one who is trusting Jesus to be his right status with God. Satan will say that the suffering you are experiencing is caused by your sinfulness. And to be sure, you are thoroughly missing the mark in a wide variety of areas. But the reason you are going through your present suffering is because you are Gods. Jesus IS Lord; not will be when you have gotten your act together. Anything that sets itself against the knowledge of Jesus the Christ is worthy of being despised. Shame is a lie, the sole purpose of which is to get you to take the lordship of your life back from Jesus. It says that Jesus is not in command of your existence because you are a terrible sinner ( which by the way, is the whole reason that you need Him to be Lord of your life). Despise shame. Hate it, loathe it. And for Gods sake, don’t rely on it to transform you into the image of Jesus. All things are from God, through God, and to God. To God be the Glory forever and ever, amen. |
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Understanding the System around You |
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Since I started visiting the internet forums I have heard a torrent of demands by people who think of them self as agnostic or atheist, that someone prove to them that God exists. I think that in some of those demands, I have heard the sort of objective, open-minded mentality I see myself as having (and the others just being the same sort of ranting from intellectual insecurity one hears from people of all ideologies). |
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Contrasting The Religious Establishment & The Living Body of Jesus Christ Gift-based righteousness, and how it orders our Christian social existence. Self-covering, this prideful intellectual construct, this pride in our own life, has been destroying our soul, individually and collectively, since the fall. It ravages human community with the wounded mentalities of rebellion, selfishness, obsession, co-dependency with selfish, abusive, authority, and war. God has an alternative. His alternative is submission to His rule, in the context of his solution to our alienation from him (Jesus, the Messiah), and submission to Jesus body. The social dynamics of this divine alternative are something Christian community has seldom experienced since the early days of Christianity. It awaits us now, who are willing to leave everything to follow Jesus, outside the camp, outside the herd, outside our own comfort zone. Feel free to discuss this, and the other essays, as well in the forum I have posted on the John Brusseau's Music page. |
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A Viable Means of Walking in Unity with Gay Believers. |






