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Wednesday, February 9, 2011

Babble on in Babylon

Tonight's study was of Daniel chapter 4. We learn that King Neb has his 2nd dream.
In the dream he is a tree that is prospering and is about to be cut down.

Daniel gives the king advice. " Therefore, Your Majesty, be pleased to accept my advice: Renounce your sins by doing what is right, and your wickedness by being kind to the oppressed. It may be that then your prosperity will continue.” But for some reason 12 months pass by and King Neb is still prideful and unconcerned with others.

She mentions that this is a lesson we want to learn from the text, not a field trip, not a lesson we want to learn by
it being played out in our lives. (May we be humble before him.) May we continue to consider the poor and oppressed.

This is the poem one of the ladies in her study gave to Beth.



Babble on in Babylon

Brimming closets, shoe racks bulge, one in every color, I’ll just indulge.
My wildest whim will oft be met, bigger, faster, give me, get.
Travel on in Babylon.

May I go first? Knew you’d not care, for my time’s precious. You’ve lots to spare.
I’ll slip in front and off I’ll go. See, I’m quite fast and well, you’re quite slow.
I and me fast friends, life-long.
Prattle on in Babylon.

Nip it here, just there a lift. I just turned forty, it was a gift.
The eyes, the lips, the bosoms do, sculptured, lasered, injected, too.
No wrinkles left, the tummy’s gone.
Journey on in Babylon.

Enough of me, how do you view me?
You get one, but give me three.
I couldn’t bare to just say no, it’s my desire and rightly so.
Add another and on and on.
Shuffle on in Babylon.

No end in sight that I can see, today is blocked by the mirror in front of me.
A wreck, a death, tsunami tide, it mildly stirs me, I must confide.
TV claims tens of thousands gone.
Oh well, let’s see what else is on.
Numb to the stunning sight of each new dawn,
Sinking fast in Babylon.

Like a lobster in a pot who begins to like the water hot,
I’ve been duped, been tricked, been had, convinced that truth was somehow bad.
Evil, coddled and cooed and purred, and beckoned me and called and lured.
Now in a place with the lights turned on, I’m racing home from Babylon.
I’m racing home from Babylon.

--Lynn Parker

Revelation 18 gives a clear picture of what happens to those
who decide to stay and live in Babylon.

‘Come out of her, my people,
so that you will not share in her sins,
so that you will not receive any of her plagues;