Letters

Letters

St Paul wrote them to people of the ancient world. So I will write some to my friends and I have written a few already. Using letters, how can I reach out to people and still them about the Lord? Without referring to scripture, as St Paul did, what about my faith can I communicate? My reluctance to use scripture stems from dogmatic views which dogmatic – or scholastic people (my mother calls me one) – often legitimize through scripture. I purposefully distance myself from dogma, which are negative in all respects, but I want to embrace the promises of the Lord – which are always positive, truly Glad tidings, as opposed to adherence to the gospel because those who do will perish. I am indeed picking and choosing what I want to share with people. The fire and hell, the goats and non-wheat (basically for burning) the pots meant for “ordinary use” and the potter who chooses to destroy them, I am leaving it out, unless one wants to discuss these.

There is no diluting, no sugarcoating, no simplification of the good news. Jesus loves us, period. There are no ‘subtleties’ to that love, it was once claimed in the Manna Revisions newsletter, it is love – pure love , the love St Paul speaks about (yes that is a part of scripture I must share “love is patient, love is kind”.)

Robert Richard – that’s your name. Can you believe that we met only three ago in the University Chapel and you told it to me? Actually, three weeks into the future will be the one year anniversary of our meeting. I told you then, as we sat together on those dark wooden pews in that august chapel with towering grey walls, that I would write to you. So here I am writing to you, Robert Richard. I hope you are doing well. The good Lord has blessed us both for having us go to Princeton. Now, I wonder, what is it that we are to do? I hope we will each find the Lord’s calling.

Keep in touch!

Pancho Mulongeni ‘09

Poem

Pornography, proclicivity,

Pornivity, porclivty, what is it to me that you show me your willy?

Now really, Billy!

What you doing there with that hand,

Boy,

Did not anyone ever tell you that its not grand,

You are not a star,

But a mere likeness of a human going ahhh,

Pornography, proclivity,

Pornivity, proclivity, what is to me that you show me your willy?
Stroke it baby, yeah, stroke it good,

Ain’t it wonderful to see that, hear that sound of uuuuuh!

Like someone being shot in the hood,

But here your stroking or should I saw polishing your rifle,

Back and forth,

So fast and it comes out when your gun is straight as the Eifel,

Shooting up north

Pornography, proclivity,

Pornivit,y proclivity, what is to me that you show me your willy?
baby you are already so beautiful,

Why do you do this,

Selling your body to become mere foder for the eyes,

Don’t you know that what they say is lies,

Easy money,

No way,

There is something you have to surrender for that pay,

Your sense of being wonderful

As just who you are,

Without someone judging on how far,

You shoot,

Or the size of your cock,

Cut or uncut,

You are beautiful!

Maybe I should given in

To this proclivity and just (lust)

Let it be

My sister is in the business (apparently),

So why not just consume from it,

With glee.

But wait, what is there in it so see?