The Contradictory Agreement

Transcends to comprehend; it all begins with the end.
The dark transpires within the fire, and now the wise will chase the wind.

The impossible is infallible, and perfection is attainable.
Indecision releases from prison, and the obvious is unexplainable.

Indifference burns with passion, the shrewd will fail to ration.
The bloody brawl against the squall, death is murdered by a lively assassin.

Whence is origin now, and where does emptiness abound?
Where the rose arose, to goes to fro, as the deaf hear the blind see the sound.

The clock’s out of time, and poetry fails to rhyme.
Summer falls down whilst winter springs and bounds, the foolish wisely decide their wickedness sublime.

All poverty is spent, forever came and went.
The dead will die and shameless cry, presently, we shall begin.


Discontent (Your Love)

Why am I discontent?
For what do I long?
My heart feels contempt,
My mouth has no song.

I gathered riches,
But I knew not the cost,
Though I gained the world,
My soul then was lost.

I’ve been in poverty,
How bitter the plight,
Against the mockers fist,
Thence I had no right.

I have tasted folly,
The flesh’s sweet pleasure,
But naught did it console me,
Nor in it any treasure.

I obtained wisdom,
And gained great knowledge,
Yet still I should perish,
Just as do the lawless.

I have read Your word,
And remembered Your precepts,
I followed Your law,
Walked the path without defect.

Yet I am unworthy,
And done not what you expect,
All my righteousness,
Is what You detest.

I gave to my brother,
And did righteous deeds,
I honored my father,
And followed his lead.

Yet honorable doings,
Is not what I need,
I’m nothing without love,
No matter my plead.

If I have not love,
I have not Your grace,
If I have not love,
I am a disgrace.

If not my love,
Runs unyielding,
Let me perish in the dark,
For my lack of caring.

If my only desire,
Is not You alone,
May I begone to the fire,
Where Satan is thrown.

If I may have nothing,
On earth and above,
I ask of You this one thing,
Lord, give me Your love.

Braeden Frantz,

Finding Our Source: Part One

The origin of us is of utmost important to our behavior. Our purpose (or lack thereof) is all determined by what made us. I will attempt to find our source, and explain the properties of it. All comments are appreciated, even if your views differ from mine.

God Is

‘God is’ is the most fundamental belief in Christianity. If that is not true, nothing else about Christianity is. There is no Christianity without an authoritative Creator. How do I know such a being exists? Let us solve this with indirect proof. First, however, let me establish a Theorem.
I have a truck. I did not buy it. I found it. One day, when I was walking down the street, a tornado raged through a junkyard and threw the scrap metal together to form the truck before my very eyes.
That probably sounds crazy; that is because it is. Beautiful things do not happen by accident. An artist does not make a painting by randomly throwing paint in the air. You can put your Legos in the box and throw them on the floor as many times as you want, but you are never going to have a Lego City. No, when you see a car, or a painting, or a Lego city, you automatically attribute it to an intelligent creator.

The Creator Theorem: Beautiful/complex things are not formed by random happenstances. They are made by an intelligent creator.

Suppose there is not a God. If there is no God, then the Universe was not created. This contradicts the Creator Theorem. Thus, the original statement is false, and our conclusion must be that there is a God.

Finite — having limits or bounds.

A car is finite. Its horsepower, torque, speed, and the distance it can travel are all limited. If you can destroy something, its power is limited, making it finite. I can destroy a wall, thus it is finite. Finite things have beginnings and ends. Their time is limited. Finite things have a cause.

Infinite — limitless.

Something infinite is not limited by anything, not even time or space. Its power is not limited.

Some think the universe is infinite, and while its dimensions appear to be, the universe itself is not infinite. Scientists have predicted that the universe will one day cease to exist—come to destruction. The universe, then, is finite.
Hence, the universe has a beginning. The universe must have a cause. A finite cause, such as a Big Bang, cannot satisfy, for there must be a cause for the Big Bang, a cause for its cause, and a cause for the cause’s cause etc. However, a limitless, infinite cause would not need a beginning, for it would not be limited by time. Thus we have an infinite and intelligent being: God, the Creator.


The Mighty Beast

The sun blazed down from the cloudless sky and scorched the grassy plains. There stood a mighty beast, flexing it’s claws into the dry dirt. It stamped its feet. Its golden mane rippled majestically in the wind. Its enormous muscles bulged as it stood, ever ready to pounce. The beast raised its lips, revealing deathly fangs, still wet with blood. Its paw could crush a man’s leg; its claws could strip the bark from a tree. The beast’s tail twitched, anticipating battle. Its roar can be heard from miles away.
Yes, here stood the mighty lion; henceforth none but the lion’s beloved stood therein.


I’m broken down,
I cannot break free;
My hope’s destroyed,
My heart finds no peace.

I’m a weak man,
I have no power;
I am sinful,
A worthless coward.

What have I done,
That You should see me?
Have I beauty,
You should desire?

Am I righteous,
That You die for me?
Or have I might,
To lift me higher?

The galaxies,
You have put in place,
Death shall come to,
Those who see Your face,

You form and break,
The waves of the sea;
The world’s a lock,
And You hold the key.

What sin have you,
That I might absolve?
Have you trouble,
That I should resolve?

Have You reason,
To rest eyes on me?
Have You burdens,
That my hands should ease?

Now do I rise,
Up with no disguise,
See with Your eyes,
My enemy’s lies.

My Lord, see now,
Death pushes me down,
Lord hear my shout,
As my vexed heart pounds.

Manifest truth,
Your love be the proof,
My lot’s aloof,
I will trust in You.

My grip is loose,
Death prepares the noose,
What can I do,
Except trust in You?

Make Way for the King

The earth went dark and the ground shook underfoot. The moon turned blood red and the sun was blotted out of the sky. The sound of a million screaming warriors filled the air. The trees groaned in the wind and dust swirled in the air. From the east formed a billowing thundercloud, with lightning bolts striking the ground below. Atop the rolling clouds a majestic figure stood, descending from heaven, accompanied by millions of mighty warriors. The figure resembled that of a man, and stood at the middle of a rainbow. His hair hung gracefully behind His shoulders, and His stature was that of a prince. His eyes were filled with holy fire. His face shone like the sun, contrasting the darkness below. Finally the man touched the earth. The ground cracked in the presence of His majesty and the trees fell before His feet. All prostrated themselves before Him, for His magnificence was undeniable. 
Suddenly the storm calmed and the earth was covered with a painful silence. The warrior to the man’s right loudly proclaimed, “Make way for the Son of Man, the Father of all Mankind, who was before Abraham! Make way, all you people, for the Lord, the Savior, the One who is and always shall be. Make way for Jesus the Christ, the Messiah who was sacrificed for you, mere mortals. Behold His mighty power, transcending majesty, and astounding glory. Make way for the King!”
The Son of Man separated Himself from His warriors. He looked across the people with eyes of fire, but also with great compassion. Another ear-splitting silence ensued. Finally, the Christ whispered in a voice like thunder. Calling each man by name, He separated all people into two groups: one two His right, and one to His left. Some families went together, while still more were separated. Sons and daughters were separated. Husband and wife were separated. Brothers and sisters were set apart, some to the Lord’s right, and some to His left.
The King looked to the people to His right, and proclaimed, “Come, you who are blessed by my Father; take your inheritance, the kingdom prepared for you since the creation of the world. For I was hungry and you gave me something to eat, I was thirsty and you gave me something to drink, I was a stranger and you invited me in, I needed clothes and you clothed me, I was sick and you looked after me, I was in prison and you came to visit me.”
But the people to the Lord’s right were bewildered. They asked, “Lord, when did we see you hungry and feed you, or thirsty and give you something to drink? When did we see you a stranger and invite you in, or needing clothes and clothe you? When did we see you sick or in prison and go to visit you?”
The King replied, “Truly I tell you, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers and sisters of mine, you did for me.”
Then the King turned to those to His left, “Depart from me, you who are cursed, into the eternal fire prepared for the devil and his angels. For I was hungry and you gave me nothing to eat, I was thirsty and you gave me nothing to drink, I was a stranger and you did not invite me in, I needed clothes and you did not clothe me, I was sick and in prison and you did not look after me.”
They answered, “Lord, when did we see you hungry or thirsty or a stranger or needing clothes or sick or in prison, and did not help you?”
The Lord replied, “Truly I tell you, whatever you did not do for one of the least of these, you did not do for me.”[1]
Then the Son of Man raised His thunderous voice, “Lucifer, show yourself!”
A huge man presented Himself before the Lord. One could tell He must have been a mighty warrior, but now His countenance only displayed fear.
“You scoundrel, you have deceived my people for too long. You have been spreading your lies across the earth since the creation of mankind. You are the deceiver. You have nothing but evil in your heart. You are the devil.”
The Messiah gestured to the people to His left. “You have led these people—my children—to eternal punishment, and they shall descend to hell, with you at the lead!”
“Sovereign Lord,” Satan begged, “You created me masterfully, and I was the most beautiful angel. As for these people, I was only—”
“Enough!” the Lord screamed, and at that moment, one was inclined to think the whole universe might explode. “Your empty words do not entice me,” He scolded. “Go now, along the path that you have chosen.”
Then Satan was thrown into a lake of fire[2], where the screams of agony never cease to be heard, followed by all those to the Christ’s left. There was weeping and gnashing of teeth[3] like never heard before.
Then the Son of Man turned to those on His right, and said, “Now, you who remain, come with Me to the Father, and you shall have eternal life.”
Then a great mist came over them and the wind blew and lightning struck and thunder roared. Finally, the mist dispersed, and the people found themselves on a new earth and under a new heaven. There was no sun, for the Lord was the Light.
At last, all was made right, and the people could see the new Jerusalem. 


If you want to know what the new Jerusalem looked like, read Revelation 21 and 22. Also, read my post The New Jerusalem to understand exactly the size of the city.

Braeden Frantz,

[1] Matthew 25:33-46
[2] Revelation 20:10
[3] Matthew 13:42

Where Is Chivalry?

Where, now, is chivalry?
To where has honor gone?
For evil lies thither beyond,
And now honest men preach heresy.

How can blind men see?
That evil carries along?
That dusk succeeds the dawn?
That dark spreads like a deadly disease?

Where, now, are courageous men,
To take Lucifer’s scepter?
Whom, now, shall we send?

Yes, the Son of Man shall forthwith descend,
And strike down the prevaricator.
Thus all shall serve the Beginning and End.

Braeden Frantz,

Redemption Is Available to You

I know you’ve felt like a wretch; I’ve felt that way before.
I know you’ve felt hopeless; I’ve thought the same.
I know you’ve sinned, and stained your beauty.
I know you’ve felt worthless; I know the pain.

I know you are lost; I know your blind eyes.
I know you feel unlovable, and so have I.
I know you’ve cried, alone in your room.
Even though you’re unworthy, God will make you alive.

Even though you’re evil, He sent His son to you.
He knows what you’ve done, yet His love never ends.
You think you’ve gone to far; you think you can’t be saved.
But there’s nothing in the world His power can’t transcend.

Jesus died on the cross, and rose again for your sins.
He brought you forgiveness, by His divine plan.
Redemption is available to you, broken and unworthy.
For God is reaching out His hand.

Are you going to take it?

Braeden Frantz,

A Different Outlook on Pain

We all wish for our lives to be easy. We all think of a good day as a day where nothing went wrong. We pray for God to protect us, that we may have a good day. We ask the Lord for good health, for money, and to pass every test we take.
We all want a painless life, yet the happiest people I see always seem to be the ones who have gone through the most adversity. This holds true almost without exception. Time and time again, in historical figures and people I know, the ones that seem kindest and closest to God are ones that have experienced the most pain.
This has given me different outlook on pain. Perhaps, this pain we fear should not be threatening to us. Maybe our greatest fear should be that we never get to experience adversity and betrayal as Jesus did. Think about it: pain is a perfect tool for gaining wisdom. When one faces trials, one realizes how weak one is. One finds that one cannot make it on one’s own. One learns to turn every thing over to God and to submit to His power. When one experiences pain, one gains the ability to understand the pain of others. When one realizes the wretchedness of oneself, one can be content in every situation, for one then realizes the very life one has is a blessing, and more than one deserves. When all the worthless possessions are stripped away, one realizes the only way to happiness is to submit one’s will to God, the only worthy One, and then continuously retain the joy of the Lord through the worship of Him.

Braeden Frantz,

A Man of Different Ways

The darkness lights the earth,
Silence rings through men’s ears,
And the greatest of powers,
Is conquered by fear;

But a man of different ways came into the world,
He spoke of hope and faith, of things unseen,
The frightened men adhered to the message,
They wanted to make him king;

But this man was of humble origins,
He was a man of noble birth,
He refused the glamour of kingship,
For he had come to serve;

When darkness saw this light,
Which seemed to be gaining favor,
They plotted to kill this man,
For the last thing the world needed was a Savior!

So they arrested the man,
Put him through a world of hurt,
Nailed him to the cross,
And put Him in the dirt;

But light was too powerful,
To be held by darkness’ snare,
And in three days he conquered death,
And rose up in the air;

Now the bondage of pain,
No longer holds the keys,
Because Jesus is alive,
And now we are free.

Braeden Frantz,