Pastor Kenny stood to preach.
He taught on symphonic resonance, how a tuning fork will elicit a response from anything that vibrates at that same frequency.
He taught from Ezekiel, how Lucifer was created with pipes and timbrels within him.
Lucifer was created to emanate Worship, that is the frequency he is tuned to.
I wrote this Poem believing that the instruments within him are so tuned to real, heartfelt, true Worship that he will flee in despair.
He will not stand in proximity of a resonance that forces him to Worship his eternal enemy, the One, True God, Almighty.
knowledge and understanding.
teasingly similar, yet vastly and subtly different.
knowledge, gained both passively and intentionally.
understanding, gained only by the fermentation of that knowledge.
for many years, after my born again experience, i set about gaining knowledge.
to one who is disinterested, the path to knowledge is just so much drudgery.
but i, i had an insatiable hunger to know, to know God, purpose, path, truth, light…. i was driven.
if i was not reading, then i was listening and if i was not reading nor listening, then i was pondering.
and, when i’d finished reading and listening and pondering,
i shared the wealth of my resources with others.
they, however, were not driven.
i was confronted by one pastor who questioned the value of my efforts.
‘did i really gain anything from the volume of my consumption?’
well, yes, of course i did!, otherwise what was the point?
all he could see was drudgery in my efforts.
what i felt i was gaining was not exciting and interesting to others.
i could not understand them and, they could not understand me.
i stayed on my path, a solitary yet not neccesarily lonely path.
i discovered, over time, that amassing knowledge did not inherently produce understanding.
it seemed that knowledge without understanding became ignorance
while understanding without knowledge was unfruitful.
i recognized that knowledge was but a seed.
knowledge, a seed, a word
and i saw that my heart had always been the soil for the seed.
my heart, the soil, the ground for the seed.
and, according to wisdom, i began to tend to the soil of that ground.
i scoured for hard and beaten areas and i turned them up
i watched for stones, both large and small, and went about casting them away.
i searched for varieties of weeds and pulled them by the root and i did destroy them.
then, when the soil was fresh and turned and cleared and clean, i took into it that seed of knowledge.
from knowledge and wisdom did flower a harvest of understanding.
and i am blessed.
now from this i find my quest.
to bear with those that find within themselves an unquenchable desire
and bless them on their solitary path.