We have seen a foolish king

go meekly to a cross;

there never was a king more eager

to rush to his defeat.

We were very much surprised;

it was frankly all too easy.

(Three days later …)

We have seen a fallen prince;

he was gloating yesterday –

but that was yesterday.

He thought he had won;

he was wrong, dead wrong!

Now the whole place is in shambles,

the walls have all but crumbled,

and the prisoner got away.

(Now …)

We realize

this foolish king

was far too wise,

just far too wise,

for simpletons like us.

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The Last Laugh

“Laughing lions must
come to annihilate with laughter.”

“The One enthroned in
heaven laughs.”
(Psalm 2:4)

The War

And the Lamb had been slaughtered in the place of the worms
Raw flesh on the altar, warm blood on the soil;
Dragon-teeth round scattered in the valley of bones:
White mementos of the War against the Dragon and the wolves.
But the exploits of the Lamb had been lost in the mist,
Clean forgotten by the worms who now worship the Beast.

The Darkness

And the tears out of heaven should have flooded the earth
For high towers of insolence relentlessly rising:
Their ominous shadows defile all the living.
Worms upon worms upon worms! To the heights
They ascend – cruel rabble – trampling one on another,
While the Lamb on the altar is despised and forgotten.
Though of old there are rumors that the Lamb is alive
There has been not a stir, and the blood – it has dried.

The Metamorphosis

And the loathsomeness swelling and the darkness surrounding
Drove the heavens to screaming, and the screams – they were heard.
Now the Lamb on the altar from His slumber awakes:
And the fleece change to fur and the feet into rakes.
Claws of vengeance, fangs of judgment, righteous hunger for his prey;
At the lightest of His steps, mountains crumble and give way.
For the Lamb is now a Lion seeking whom He may devour:
Blazing like the golden lightning, burning with the lust for War!

The Judgment

Worms for breakfast for the Lion had He not been seized with laughter
(He had such a sense of humor He forgot about His hunger)
At a sight so misanthropic – it was tragic, it was funny:
Worms and worms, from fear and envy, building towers in a hurry!
Now the onslaught of His laughter spelled the creatures’
certain doom:
Wormish towers all a-crumbling at the Lion’s sonic booms.
And the writhing worms of Wasteland knew that Nemesis had come:
‘Twas the fury of His laughter that had spoiled all their fun.
And their eardrums were all shattered, and their towers were in ruins,
And their hearts had all stopped beating, and the carnage had begun.

The Aftermath

And this was the Final Judgment … In the ages still to come
Men will ponder o’er the ruins and the paw prints on the sand
Which the Wind itself could not erase however hard it blew.
There were terrors then unheard of, there were secrets no men knew:
“Why do heavens roar with laughter, why are clouds as white as fleece,
Though some streaks of golden lightning ride the cool, infrequent breeze?”
Men shall ask but not remember what the heav’nly symbols mean,
For the knowledge of these myst’ries had been drownéd  in the din
Of a multitude of voices babbling nothing to the point:
Jagged edges, broken perches – everything is out of joint!
No direction, one obsession – that’s to rise at any price:
Worms on worms (this sounds familiar) building towers to the skies.
Crackling thunder in the heavens (Someone’s laughing in a hurry):
“Wow! I never thought a re-run would be more than twice as funny.”

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Free Song: Great Mystery

This holy week I'll be podcasting a few of my original songs in line with the season. I hope these songs will be a blessing to you. Here's "Great Mystery" – a song about how much Christ loved us in that he laid down his life for us. Click here for the melody. Below are the lyrics:


When I ponder on the mystery of Jesus

How he gave his life and died on calv'ry's tree

That sinners might go free

He died for you and me

Great mystery!


Lord, you know that I'm not worthy

So how come you died for me

Oh, why did you love me?

You gave yourself for me

Great mystery!


When I ponder on the mystery of Jesus

How he left his throne to share our misery

He bore the cruel tree

And paid sin's penalty

Great mystery!

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Podcast Test

I’m experimenting with podcasting. And it’s really difficult!. Anyway, I wrote a worship song – just a rough draft actually, and here’s the podcast link. (You have to right click, copy link location, and paste it to your podcaster or aggregator (I believe that’s what it’s called). Anyway, here’s the link to the song itself. It’s entitled “We Will Worship You”. Hopefully, I’ll get better at this.

The Infidel

He cursed the light

that once dispelled his darkness;

He blew the flame out

and stepped into the darkness

whence he came.

The light was but a flick'ring flame:

no real warmth, no steady light

it gave.

The candle-bearers all

were walking in darkness still

(though showing off their candles);

they hurt him with their candle sticks:

candle flames burning soft thin skin.

Not enough to make a martyr's pyre,

But enough to make an infidel.

And the light died out

– 'twas his wish –

Yet his soul cried out:

"Let there be light!"


Have I time to listen truly

To the still small voice of Heaven?

'Tis to mortal ears not given,

But the broken heart hears clearly.

I seek solitude most often;

In the silences I listen:

Learn to love His voice more fully;

"Not my will be done – Thine only!" 

The Poet

Do dreamers still row their boats

In the soft and misty air?

I used to be one of them –

Starry-eyed and impractical.

My fingers knew how to push a pen

But bread was not forth-coming.

So rather than starve and drop

I chose to plant my feet on earth;

At least, assured of daily bread,

Some sort of peace was well in place,

Not to mention “respectability”!

“At last he’s come to his senses!”

But I lost so much, which no one knew:

I lost the sense of who I was

(I mean the truth of who I really was).

I was so distant from myself;

I knew not how to find me. How

Can I be lost when I am here?


The stars I held so gently in my hands

Died out last night and turned to dust.

My eyes no longer shine and sparkle

(I am a man engaged in serious things).

“Balder the beautiful is dead.” I weep!

"Balder the beautiful is dead." I sleep …

Shopping Spree!

Christ In A Postmodern WorldWhat do you when you go into Philippine Christian Book Store and find that new books have arrived? You reach out your hand, pull out the books, go to the cashier, reach into your wallet, close your eyes and pray that your wife won't get mad when you get home! But here are the new books:

1. David Wells' Above All Earthly Pow'rs (about Postmodernism, something I'm very interested in. Now all that remains is God in the Wasteland and my collection is complete)
2. B.K. Kuiper's The Church in History (for my Church History class which I will be teaching in June)

3. Piper's God is the Gospel (John Piper is such a blessing!)

4. Iain Murray's D. Martyn Lloyd Jones: The First Forty Years (The search is over! I already have volume 2, The Fight of Faith. Now finally I have volume 1)

5. Peterson's Subversive Spirituality (Eugene Peterson of The Message fame)

Da Vinci Movie: To See or Not to See?

I fell asleep watching The Gospel of Judas on National Geographic. That was how exciting it was for me. But the next day my sister-in-law and her husband told me they were intrigued by it and started asking questions like "Is the gospel of Judas true?" It dawned on me that for people who are not that familiar with theology, church history and the issues posed by the gospel of Judas something like this can be faith-shaking. Which means I can't afford to consider these things as unimportant; I have to read up on these so that I can be "ready to give an answer."

Which leads me to the Da Vinci code. Again, it's one of those things that ordinarily I do not find interesting enough to get me to lay aside temporarily Calvin, Owen or Barth so as to plunge into Dan Brown instead. But a friend lent me Dan Brown's Angels and Demons and, of course, The Da Vinci Code – required reading for the holy week! What can I do? It was impolite to refuse and he was really excited about lending me those books. Anway, I now think it's a duty to read Dan Brown – a Christian apologetical responsibility, so to speak. By the way, the movie's coming out in May and the question is, "Should I go and watch it?" Frankly, I think I might do just that. But here's a contrary view that makes me hesitate. I'm providing the link to this contrary view for anyone who wants to make up his or her mind. To see or not to see? That is the question!