Post-tribulation/Pre-millennium-ism: A Testimonial Poem

God, if we were to endure,
What would that look like?

The day is far in the future,
I am sitting at home,
As the storms get worse, the earthquakes become more frequent,
Global Warming is getting even worse than before.

While I am no doomsday proclaimer,
I do see the signs,
Although they don’t mean much until Christ arrives.

THEN, when the day comes,
I see you coming in glory,
No one hushes, saying “He is here,” or “He is there.”
You come in all your glory, and all see you.

You defeat Satan, the destroyer of lives, the enticer of sins,
And you gather all your Saints in your arms,
Uplifting living believers into the Heavens,
Resurrecting the first Resurrection of all saints, as they make their journey
From the grave to You, having lived as Spirits in Heaven before,
Now living in glorified bodies, in beatified form just like You.

Now, we rule in Heaven with you, as you
Gather more Saints on Earth.
I am a firm believer that you gather as many believers as you can,
During the last 1,000 years.

Then, at the end of those thousand years,
You release Satan,
To test those new believers one more time.
And then you defeat him, once for all time.

Then we face the Judgement Seat,
Where we face all our sins,
Our terrible, and sometimes good, decisions.
You tell the good, “Well done, my good and faithful servant.”

To those who didn’t believe, who didn’t take the name of Christ upon them,
They endure torment, because non-believers were haters of all goodness,
All love, all appreciation, for the least of these.

This is why Jesus mentions judgement in Matthew 25,
Because believers, saved by grace, should truly love the least of these,
To show their love for Christ in their love for all.
And while we are saved by GRACE,
Jesus’ loving example of loving all should be what we should emulate.
Jesus exhorted us, really.

Then Heaven comes to Earth,
And we truly live as Saints forever.

Alleluia and Amen.

Proper 8: You are free, & don’t look back (a Poem)

Galatians 5:1, 13-25 & Luke 9:51-62

Dear Theodore, Franklin, and Emma,

Although its going to be many years before you are born,

Or at least adopted,

Please know that I already love you,

And can’t wait to be your mother.

Your father, Jacob, and I really want to be your parents.

When you are nine years old, you will be baptized.

Waters will rush over you,

And your sins will be forgiven.

You will be free from the bondage of sin,

Insomuch that you’ll have

God’s Spirit to teach right from wrong.

Your sins,

Past, Present, Future,

Will be forgiven,

But as Jesus said in the Gospel of Luke,

“Don’t look back – otherwise you can’t follow me.”

In this life,

You will face challenges beyond comprehension,

You will face challenges so great, you’ll want to

Forsake God because he is seemingly “not there.”


Please remember that God is always there,

Crying on your behalf,

Fixing a situation

Free will destroyed.

We are not the most powerful beings in the Universe,

But our free will can be just damaging enough

To change lives and futures.

But don’t fret.

Jesus asks to sacrifice everything to follow Him.

When I converted to Christianity,

I lost many friends.

People thought I was a Jesus-freak.

And in some way, I am.

When you follow Him,

I hope you don’t lose friends over Him.

I hope you sacrifice all your money,

All your love,

All you dreams,

To follow the Savior,


Don’t be spiritually dead,

Be alive with the flame of the Holy Spirit,

Walking in His Ways,

Following His Counsel.

Seek His heart, always, dears.

Seek His love.

Seek Him.

Put off the old, sinful ways,

And seek Him.

Don’t look back,

And proclaim the Kingdom of God.

Do this by loving others as yourself.

Love, Leigh.

A Poem/Prayer: Old Mormon Faith

It’s now been three years since I stopped investigating (seeking to convert) to the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints.

Three years,
In a time-span where I’ve thought more than once to return to the Church,
And get baptized once for all time.

I still read my Book of Mormon,
And follow the “Come, Follow Me” weekly readings,
But I still don’t want to commit to the church.

It means I’ll have to give up the lectionary in my church,
My praying to Jesus, God the Son,
It means I’ll have to give up coffee and energy drinks,
And praying the sign of the cross, wearing a cross necklace,
And carrying a Protestant rosary with me everywhere.

I’m still too attached to the Protestant, Trinitarian church,
To give up all that means to embark into the unknown,
Different, peculiar, other.

It means believing in something,
I’m not even sure is true or not.

I’ve tried so hard this past year to fit into the mainstream church,
By believing in the Trinity, I’ve become one with the whole Trinitarian Church.

I think I’ll stay here a little longer,
And possibly, maybe, I’ll convert after I retire as a Pastor,
Where I’ve lived this Trinitarian life long enough,
To explore something different.

In Jesus’ name, Amen.

A Poem: Depression, Anxiety, & God

I sit here, at the library, depressed and anxious.

Mostly because I don’t have a schedule on my days off and I don’t know what to do with my life.

Yes, Sundays I get to go to the pool and have fun.
But Mondays and Tuesdays are filled with boredum, coffee, and reading.


You are one-in-three, three-in-one.

When I was a Unitarian, I believed God to be One: Spirit.
According to Catholic teaching, God the Father is indeed a spirit, as the head of the Trinity, yet equal to all.

Now, we have God the Spirit, which is a separate Holy Being from You, yet is You.
God, you’ve got split personality disorder.

Yet, I know God is personal,
That God came to Earth in the form of Jesus,

Whom Jesus was before time began.
Jesus was, is, and is to come.

And Now, God lives in his third person, as he lived as God the Father
In Old Testament times. Now, he lives as Spirit,

Yet his other two personages don’t disappear
They took their turn, and still live in equality with You.
And now you get your chance as God the Spirit.


I’m hoping for some time with family, as things get done,
Food gets eaten,
Money is spent against my ideal choice,
And time away from my depressed mind is given.

I hope for goodness, O LORD, because you are the author of goodness.
Old Testament Jews believed that you were the author of all things,

Good, Bad, and the Ugly.
But I think we know better nowadays.
Because of the Holocaust, 9/11 and all such events,
We see you crying at your friend’s funeral,
Upset at death’s ringing at the door,
And your use of death as an opportunity for good, somehow,
As you foreknew all that you would happen.


In Jesus’ name, Amen.