Do you think that Donald Trump is a Christian?
I really do want to get an idea of what members think......
This question has been sparked by conversation on another thread .......
OK... I have seen President Trump hold up a big black book which looked like a bible. He held it high for pictures whilst standing outside the church by the White House. I think it might have been upside down, but that's the kind of mistake that I would make. He has referred to his Christian supporters on telly, and I don't know much else about his own religious 'position'.
So........ Please....... what do you think?
My poem may not be a direct reply to your question but I think you will get the idea...
FALSE GODS I.
As it is said,“…a woman came with a handful of fine flour to offer to Teras’ idols, which were now in the charge of Abraham. He took a stick and broke all the images except the largest one, in the hand of which he placed the stick which had worked this wholesale destruction.” Berei**** Rabbah
My people know false gods when they see them
Pretenders to the throne who abuse their power
Who whore and lie and steal from their subjects
Who surround themselves with hypocrites and fools
Flatterers and lackeys hoping to cash in
Who, though secretly contemptuous
Grovel and bow
Double-tongued and self-deceiving…
They fill the court of the mad king
My people know false gods when they see them
Narcissists and sociopaths who require you to flatter
Who demand obedience, loyalty and praise
Who never ask forgiveness no matter how guilty
Who think they are ahead of God
Ahead of Jesus
Ahead of Torah
Ahead of those they claim to serve
Who place themselves upon a pedestal they will not relinquish peacefully
After 4,000 years my people know false gods when they see them
Preening tyrants who require us to cheer
To glorify “conquests” no matter how gained
To exalt their “deals”
The hugeness of their tough but beautiful deals
Which nobody else in the world could have made
After 4,000 years my people know false gods when they see them
Emperors and czars who require us to fawn
To gaze in rapture upon their glorious achievements
Their pyramids and hotels
Country clubs and walls
Their very tough but beautiful walls
To bow down before their numbers
Never in history have there been such numbers
Incredible numbers
Ratings
Crowds
Not to mention the thousands who died while the mad king dithered
Most of my people
Most of the time
Of course there will always be some who bow down to idols
Who worship the calf that Moses burnt up
My people know false gods when they see them
It is the foundation upon which our religion was built
This instinct for distinguishing the night from the day
The ruach from the nefesh
The spirit from the clay
My people know false gods when they see them
And lately they see them on the nightly news
My people know plagues
My people know pharaohs
My people know darkness, sorrow and hate
My people know what it means to be scapegoated by rulers who exploit the fears of their subjects
My people know what it means to be free
What it means to be caged
What it means to rebel
My people know what it is to be a stranger in a strange land
To suffer repression
The sting of the whip
The blow of the rock
The weight of the knee
My people know the weight of the knee
Daniel David Joseph
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