Lord, Won’t You Buy Me A Mercedes Benz?

“Oh Lord, won’t you buy me a Mercedes Benz?
My friends all drive Porsches, I must make amends.
Worked hard all my lifetime, no help from my friends,
So Lord, won’t you buy me a Mercedes Benz?

Oh Lord, won’t you buy me a color TV?
Dialing For Dollars is trying to find me.
I wait for delivery each day until three,
So oh Lord, won’t you buy me a color TV?

Oh Lord, won’t you buy me a night on the town?
I’m counting on you, Lord, please don’t let me down.
Prove that you love me and buy the next round,
Oh Lord, won’t you buy me a night on the town?

Everybody!
Oh Lord, won’t you buy me a Mercedes Benz?
My friends all drive Porsches, I must make amends,
Worked hard all my lifetime, no help from my friends,
So oh Lord, won’t you buy me a Mercedes Benz?”  -Janis Joplin

https://youtu.be/5ddnwyyGo4s

In this popular sacrilegious song from 1971, Janis Joplin makes God into a personal genie. It’s all about the gimmee gimmee mentality. This is not what God is about. He’s not a personal Santa Clause!

Again, this year, the crass commercialism, the bastardization of Christmas started before Thanksgiving. And the incessant insanity started kindling even before Halloween! Spooky! The crass ads are a coveting catalyst. The worldly advertisers juxtapose Christmas with fancy, expensive cars. This is not what Christmas is about!

The peace of Christmas is that we are not at war with God, but submit to His sovereign will and acquire the character of Jesus Christ. “We are therefore Christ’s ambassadors, as though God were making His appeal through us” 2 Corinthians 5:18-20

In the midst of all the surface glitter and manic, worldly ways this season, we need to be reminded what Christmas is about. A Christmas poem illustrates this:

All Christmas Poetry 

The True Meaning of Christmas 

by Brian K. Walters 

In todays day and time,

 it’s easy to lose sight,

 of the true meaning of Christmas

 and one special night.

When we go shopping,

 We say “How much will it cost?”

 Then the true meaning of Christmas,

 Somehow becomes lost.

Amidst the tinsel, glitter

 And ribbons of gold,

 We forget about the child,

 born on a night so cold.

The children look for Santa

 In his big, red sleigh

 Never thinking of the baby

 Whose bed was made of hay.

In reality when we look into the night sky,

 We don’t see a sleigh

 But a star, burning bright and high.

A faithful reminder,

 Of that night so long ago,

 And of the child we call Jesus,

 Whose love, the world would know.

In my recently published book, There Are Homeless in Bucks County; A Journey With The Homeless, some of which I wrote during the commercial Christmas season at a nursing home while camping out at my dearest Sandi’s bedside, I wrote about the meaning of Christmas. The Lord took her home there on December 4, 2017. I dedicated my book to Sandi, who on her deathbed would say “Jesus is in my heart.”

In the midst of the incessant, commercialized Christmas advertisements that played on Sandi’s roommates’ TVs that called out to fools to buy extravagant gifts, like the woman Folly in Proverbs 9:13: “The woman named Folly is loud; she is naive and knows nothing”, I was moved to set the record straight by comparing Christmas commercialism to the money changers that Jesus drove from the Temple.

The book may be purchased: https://www.amazon.com/dp/172865209X/ref=cm_sw_r_fa_dp_U_.iX9BbZXM6842?fbclid=IwAR0gPVr_CAM7L0hyxu92hll8KTsLWTUmr1nIEamgTnuc_Hi4yDafBYGcMqs

Run Away! Run Away!

Run away! Run  away! This is what the Knights of The Round Table said in the movie Monty Python and The Holy Grail when the guardians of a French castle in England hurled cows, chickens, geese and even the Trojan Rabbit the knights forgot to get into over the wall at them. This was after the French insulted the knights after they demanded the French help them with their quest to find the Holy Grail.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tS_JBDRk8o0

Likewise, after the Salvation Army Levittown PA Community Center hurled its slings and arrows at me, I ran away. It was not only an insult to me, but to the church at large (although it is a quasi-church).  The Salvation Army scoffed at noble attempts to minister to the homeless, spewing insults at them, demeaning and disrespecting them.

At the community meals for the homeless, the host, Queen Latifah, talked to them like they were criminals or children. They are not allowed in until the dot of 6 p.m. and the Salvation Army can’t wait to get rid of them. Queen Latifah told me not to hang around the homeless because they are a bunch of cutthroats who would take advantage of me.

On one occasion, a guy who had been homeless for a few days came to the Salvation Army food pantry. He was disoriented and flushed. He didn’t know where to go. It was very hot outside. After we helped him, I offered him a ride to the Levittown public library after I went off duty. As he sat waiting for me in the air conditioned lobby, cooling off, a staff member snapped that he is not allowed to hang around in the lobby. I explained that I was going to take him to the library, where he can get the homeless bus to a community meal and talk to someone about getting help. The staffer reluctantly agreed to let him wait for me.

The Levittown public library is also a place where a homeless person is considered a persona non grata. The Countess of Carlisle of the Levittown Salvation Army Community Center told me that people who visit the library don’t like the homeless, so the librarian has a right to keep them out by making them feel uncomfortable there. Because I disagreed with the Countess on this matter, she used her position to thwart an offer I had to write for the Salvation Army.

There have always been churches that forget that they are representing God and need to follow his ways. As it says in 2nd Corinthians 5:20: “We are therefore Christ’s ambassadors, as though God were making his appeal through us. We implore you on Christ’s behalf: Be reconciled to God.”

On his tour of the early churches, the apostle Paul and company found the church at Corinth to be a rogue church. They started becoming like the pagan world around them. Teachers in this church were not teaching scripture, but their own distorted versions of Christ’s teachings. Before long, sinful behavior cropped up.

Just as Captain Casper Milquetoast, the Levittown Salvation Army boss didn’t lay down the law to the rogue members at the community center, the church at Corinth didn’t do anything about the ungodly behavior of some of its members.

Not only did people in the church know about the sins of professing Christians in the Corinthian church who refused to mend their ways, but those outside the church knew about the hypocrisy. As a result, God told the rest of the church to separate themselves from these hypocrites. .

This is why I disassociated myself with the Salvation Army. It was “hit the road Jack, and don’t you come back no more no more no more no more…”

The church today is divided between loyalty to scripture and contamination by the world.

About 1929, the Theological Seminary of the Presbyterian Church in Princeton, New Jersey, once a scripturally sound institution, polluted it’s teachings with worldly modernists influences.

Shortly thereafter, four facility members ran away from Princeton and formed Westminster Seminary in Philadelphia. http://www.wts.edu/about/history.html

On definition of Modernism Merriam-Webster gives: often capitalized: a tendency in theology to accommodate traditional religious teaching to contemporary thought and especially to devalue supernatural elements.”

In literature, modernism breaks with tradition and ushers in a Brave New World.

Modernists are nut cases, as exemplified by novelist Virginia Woolf. She was anti-Christian and stereotyped Jews, although she married one. She was an elitist, a femi-Nazi.

“Though happily married to a Jewish man, Woolf often wrote of Jewish characters in stereotypical archetypes and generalizations, including describing some of her Jewish characters as physically repulsive and dirty.  For example, while traveling on a cruise to Portugal she protests at finding ‘a great many Portuguese Jews on board, and other repulsive objects, but we keep clear of them’.  Furthermore, she wrote in her diary: ‘I do not like the Jewish voice; I do not like the Jewish laugh.’ In a 1930 letter to the composer Ethel Smyth, quoted in Nigel Nicolson’s biography Virginia Woolf, she recollects her boasts of Leonard’s Jewishness confirming her snobbish tendencies, ‘How I hated marrying a Jew—What a snob I was, for they have immense vitality.’

In another letter to Smyth, Woolf gives a scathing denunciation of Christianity, seeing it as self-righteous ‘egotism’ and stating ‘my Jew has more religion in one toenail—more human love, in one hair.’

Woolf and her husband Leonard hated and feared 1930s fascism with its anti-semitism. Her 1938 book Three Guineas was an indictment of fascism.” -wikipedia

In college, Woolf’s To The Lighthouse was required reading. It was an incoherent, nihilistic rant, something one would hear while visiting folks in a nuthouse.

Modernism, or any non-Christian, worldly view has no place in the church. This is why you should find a church that teaches the true Word, and hold people accountable by reading the Bible yourself.

And, as found in the book of James, God requires us not only to be hearers of the Word, but doers.

“What good is it, my brothers, if a man claims to have faith but has no deeds. Can such faith save him? Suppose a brother or sister is without clothes and daily food. If one of you says to him, ‘Go, I wish you well; keep warm and well fed’ but does nothing about his physical needs, what good is it? In the same way, faith by itself, if not accompanied by action, is dead.” -James 2: 14-17