I used to put up with Mysticism

How can Christians clasp hands with slithering, slimy, pantheistic nightmare angels garbed in light(dead giveaway, read Galatians 1)? I used to put up with mysticism. But now Im gonna have to dust off my flamethrower, again. Weeds growing in the garden, again. Yes, I use a flamethrower for weeding. So did Luther, his flamethrower was his anger, nothing better he said to get the job done and get over depression at the same time.

Time out, let me clarify by what I mean by mysticism. It is anything driven by feelings, emotion, or experience as the primary source. Anytime you hear, "I think the bible says this ________ (no scripture to support, therefore false assumption based only on feelings)". Notice the primary caregive of that sentence. Not I AM but i(lower case for a reason). Going around the text with your own mind and thinking. It is making the 'experience' of God the ultimate reality as opposed to the word driven us to the sacraments(yes I said it). The source by which you understand reality then is only based on your digestion of it, making the pill popper, you, the arbiter of truth. I mean who needs as sieve when you have your life to live? So much to experience. Were talking everything from Mars Volta and Oiuji boards to Evangelical 5 points to get out of debt. Puke on this contextualization. Thats right vomit all over this wretchedness.

Hear me and hear me good. I am NOT SAYING that all experience is bad, but as Christians we must learn to discern(need I say circumcise? Read Lev 19:25-27 first moron) what is right and wrong in this world. The Bible which bears the final authority on how to interpret all data that we are sandblasted with in this information age. Let our experience be modified, need I say governed by, the Word of God and ONLY that. I am NOT SAYING that we dont engage culture or some missional crap. Im saying exalt Christ above all in your daily life and ambitions.

So, I used to put up with mysticism, but after this last insult of one of my favorite bands supporting total anathema literature and exalting love and not the God who is love to the supreme place. Here again we see ana-baptist free will-ism droop into universalism. Whose side are you on? Or is there a side. Is evil a projection or a reality? You might as well shake hands with Depak and call it good.

Machen said it right when, "...for if one thing is clear in the record of Jesus life it is clear that Jesus recognized the justice, as distinguished from the love of God. God is love, according to Jesus, but he is not only love,.."(Christianity and Liberalism, p.131).

And you heard it here first, Dr. Clark predicted this one. Read up on it here.

Once again, read your history, and your Machen.

Give me confessionalism, a Jesuit with a sniper rifle, or a noose. I'd kick the chair holding this neck from bruising but Pete would be mad at my loss of hope.

Pelican Show-3/26/09

Smoke, beer, and dudes with hair longer than their girlfriends. What does it add up to? The swirling synthetic synopsis of a metal show with the headliner Pelican, ending the chaos like triumphant Norse raiders pillaging their conquered stage. Residual effects would be the show, primary causes would be their new album. But in this case the residual effects mesmerize the crowd with droning chants of distorted splendor. And then…

Just when you thought it couldn’t get louder, the bass player only says, ‘Check’. Just when you thought it couldn’t get louder, sound waves slice your shins. Just when you thought it couldn’t get louder the pace resurrects, again. Just when you thought it couldn’t get louder, double bass detonates like cannons from a warship. Just when you thought it could not get louder, the guitar player switches the overdrive on, Just when you thought it couldn’t get louder your ears feel like their bleeding…hearts alive, ears dying, hearts alive, music still going.

These four men were as samurai gods of metal music, blasting through beats with shinobi like precision. Lighting from the gods in heaven cracks the pavement of the crowd with melodies deeply intoxicating. Never have I seen a guitar player so rhythmically meticulous. Drummer so subtly supportive. If Pelican was an ancient Greek temple the drums would be the mighty pillars holding up the outside, strong, sure, confident. The guitar players were as mirrored echoes of the sacrifice resounding in the halls of the temple. A mirror because they play with an afflicted precision. Echoes because they continually faded in and out of the glory of the solo. Both catalytically combining to combust the sweeping fury of raw glory prophesied before the origins of the mammoth to abolish silence and arrest all consciousness. Inauguration complete, Pelican has taken the stage.