Eben in the making, nine years old, on the family car with the license plate proclaiming, "Eternity Ahead," in Puyallup, Washington State, USA, circa 1951

Here is how a philandering U.S. President and some young people who failed to assign any worth to human life have some things in common:

"Why Jonesboro Wept," by Eben


Red isn't just the color of blood, fortunately. "Rose-Red" Petra, deep in the wilderness and deserts of south western Jordan, is one of the world's treasures, a timeless, fabulous lost city rediscovered only in relatively modern times, containing some of the most amazing and beautiful buildings in the world, all cut from the living rock! It is a beautiful kind of rock too--reddish, as well as many other colors, when the light strikes it in a certain way or rain falls or the sunset colors emblazon and paint all their hues onto the cliffs and monoliths and carved buildings. But is it more than an archeological curiosity preserved by UNESCO as a world heritage site? Yes, it is, much more than the world even imagines! Tourists go there now by the thousands to take pictures and videos they can send to friends and use for their cell or laptop photo albums and share on social media. Are they missing something about Petra: its chief secret? Could well be they are overlooking something, the most vital thing of all: the key to eternal happiness? Christ himself remarked that few would find it. Read what our little, snoopy sleuth Eben makes of the most wondrous Secret still hidden in ancient rock-hewn Petra!

"Ode to Rose-Red Petra," by Eben


Ever wonder why God's favorites were shepherds? The shepherds of Bethlehem of the Holy Land, out in the fields at night with their sheep were the first ones to receive the angel's proclamation that Christ was born, and they gave the shepherds a special sign by which they could identify the baby. The Christmas cards do not deal with this question, why shepherds? Why not more important or socially acceptable people? If you are one of those who wonder about such things, go to:

"Shepherds, Sordid to the Sublime"


What could be more beautiful and magical than a sleigh ride in the snow at Christmas? But to make it even more special, whom would you want to sit next to in the sleigh?

"Sleighride With Jesus Side by Side"


Have doctors ever made you wait, sick as you were, in crowded clinic lobbies full of transmittable diseases you shouldn't be exposed to in your weakened condition? Why? They schedule the patients, they know exactly who is coming, and when, yet when you come on time, you still have to wait 45 minutes or more in extreme discomfort and even misery. Then when you are let in, staggering, to see the doctor, he flits in and out of the room in about 2 minutes. He may not even touch you or examine you, but he acts as he knows everything, and sends you on your way with another expensive prescription, which never cures anything but usually gives you serious side-effects, so that you will be back for another check the following week, feeling no better than the week before and having to pay for new prescription drugs to counteract the side-effects of the previous drugs. Well...this is the wonderful assembly line that doctors have set up for their own convenience, not their patients! It pays the doctor very well, indeed, but soaks the patient and the tax payer. Just as the airlines routinely overbook, then make passengers wait and wait for another plane when they can't get on the one they were scheduled for, the doctors "overbook". Doctors have become rulers, and the patients serve them, not the other way round as it once was. Eben contrasts three kinds of doctors we all know, all too well.

"3DocsRap," by Eben


In 1996 Pope John Paul issued strangely kind words endorsing Darwin's Evolutionary Theory. Cal Thomas took exception to those badly mistaken words! It doesn't matter if the Pope or Billy Graham or any other high religious leader were speaking --wrong is wrong, no matter who it is or however exalted in position or calling.. Thomas's column inspired this response by Eben:

"Two Popes Rap," by Eben


Take the divine mystery out of the concept of God, and you don't have God! If you can explain God, that proves you just have a blurred carbon copy of something you have concocted about God and don't really know God. Why does Eben say this? Some vital things can be known, certainly. The Bible gives us the knowledge of God we must have to know Him, but we still can't explain God on that basis. Check it out!

"The Great I Am," by Eben


As Happened With Midwest Farmer Tim Hoskins, There May Come a Time in Your Life to "let go, and let God":

"Fallow," by Eben, a Scenario that can apply to many in a similar situation


A "guest contribution," for your benefit. Taking the gate to the narrow way in life (not the road most folks like to travel) can make all the difference in life now:

"The Gate," by the late great Washington State Poet, Stuart Maxwell Hawkins


Though Mother's Day is thought to be one day, it is not. Mothers are mothers the whole year through, year after year. They never cease being mothers, even if their children die before they do. Children are always going to be theirs, whether living or gone over to the next life, as motherhood is eternal. So check out the tribute to mothers, personified in Mary, or Maryam as she was called in Jewish nomenclature.

"Maryam's Questions and the Answer," by Eben


Next is someone who was and is the complete opposite of a person like Maryam. How much is the real Joan Baez real and how much a silhouette of her own making? Will we ever know? This Ballad Dedicated to Joan Baez, Who Missed Her True Calling to Sing for the Voiceless Millions of Aborted Unborn Babies:

"Joan Baez, a Silhouette," by Eben


The "Supreme Court," A Most Ludicrous Euphemism for Nine Spectral Crows in Black Robes Who Indeed Act as if They are Above God, the Supreme Being, Attacking the Cadaver of Freedom in America:

"Nine in Black"

Divorce and Forgiveness in a Real Life Christmas Card:


"A Fawn in Winter"

Faith in a Crisis of Persecution:

"Ballad of Silas and Paul"

A Rare Second Chance to Get It Right:


"Joseph of Arimathea"


A Victorian Christmas Experienced by Very Few. We all know the mean, hard-hearted old miser Scrooge in Charles Dickens' classic hated Christmas for its shameless giving to others, particularly when it was giving aid to the needy. This rendition of the same theme is probably not going to be your cup of tea. But for all the others who love traditional, hospitable Christian charity and giving which was, after all, best portrayed by God giving His only Son to us in Bethlehem, here is Eben's humble offering. Share a a Christmas of Two Little Girls and Their Beloved Pup in vastly reduced circumstances from ours:

"Ballad of a Victorian Christmas," by Eben, Dedicated to Irene Goldammer, a grade school teacher friend and lawn mowing customer of mine who loved it


Lament of the Almost Persuaded Christian, Drawn from a Real Experience:

"Ballad of the Almost Sailed", by Eben


God is Still the Almighty, Despite the Ferocious Second Civil War Being Waged by Secular Humanists Against the Judaeo-Christian Foundations, Traditions, and Morals, and Constitutional Freedoms of America:

"God My Shield" by Eben


Human folly loves to dress itself up in all sorts of glitzy and fashionable disguises! Oh, for example, you and your friends are not gambling addicts, but you say you go just for the good cheap food and maybe play a few slots, and that is all? But there is this to consider: You cannot possibly calculate the total human cost to society of organized gambling! It is just too immense and far reaching in human lives, lives that are misspent and misdirected by this terrible addiction called gambling. It is dressed up by the industry and also by its allies in government as a fun thing to do, a smart thing to engage in, and even good financial sense (the ads run constantly, telling suckers how smart they are to go to this and that casino and win all kinds of money to enhance their lifestyles and even put their children through college with!). It is none of those things, and can do none of those things, except it may be fun for a time, until all the money is gone from the player's bank account and wallet! Then this vice produces unending misery and wretchedness, not just for himself but his family. Society at large also suffers for the gambler's losses, in increased crime, alcoholism, spousal abuse, child abuse, inattention on the job, theft from businesses and homes to pay for gambling debts, etc. You get the picture. But do the legislators and governors? Not at all! Or they ignore the results of studies, that show the tremendous negative effects of casinos and the gambling culture on society. But this isn't news. It is easy to observe, just by looking around with your two eyes, as Raven did after the modest but eventually gigantic Emerald Queen Casino first opened its doors in the Tacoma, Washington.

"Raven and the Poison Apple," by Eben


A "Desperate" Call for King Arthur's Knights and Brave-hearted Palladins To Rescue Our Crumbling Castle of what used to be a grand place to live, Washington State:

"Ballad of the ?? in Green Tights," Or, "What Do You Do With a 'Gov'ner' who ain't'?", by Ronald Ginther


Sixty plus millions of American unborn children slain for profit, not "reproductive rights" of women as claimed, and this is not called genocide of the most horrendous kind, though twenty million black babies were aborted among those over 60 millions? How can this be so accepted today by our "compassionate society"? WE are not compassionate at all. We have become complicit in the greatest crime of our national and civilization, waging all-out war for monetary profit against the most vulnerable and helpless of us. God's judgment is against us, surely, as we have broken his commandment, "Thou shalt not murder." The cost to society is incalculable, but the real victims are not only the unborns who we have murdered in the womb but the participants, both the women who are submitting to murder of their children in the womb but the staff of the abortion clinics.

"Ballad of the Unknown Child," by Ronald Ginther


Lamb anyone? No? You prefer beef or chicken or Canadian Bacon and Pineapple Pizza? None of those things will save you, my friend. Did you know that the Lamb of God was offered as the one and only cure for sin and the one and only hope whatsoever we have to rescue us from our own sin and damnation? In Communion, in Seder, or the Passover, whatever you call it, you may consume a fish wafer or a piece of bread or unleavened Matzo, but that is not what saves you either. And the wine or grape juice cannot save you as well. Yet Christ sacrificed his body, and shed his innocent blood for us as the sacrificial expiation for all our sins, being the only and only Lamb of God offered and provided by God for our salvation. His Cross-sacrificed Flesh and Blood saved you, if you have at some particular time in your life appropriated it by your personal, individual act of exercising faith in his Word: "Believe on the Lord Jesus Christ and thou shalt be saved." It does not require great intellect, or great knowledge and wisdom, or good family connections, or good looks, or money, or luck, or anything on your part to be saved, other than believing on His Name for salvation. You cannot merit it. You cannot earn it. ,, Christ did it all for you to be saved. Do you have to be theologically astute or even correct? No! It does take a bit of humility, true, to acknowledge that you are a sinner insofar as you are asking God to save you from your sin and your condemnation to hell. But you still can be quite proud and he can forgive that too! What then do you do to access it? What do you do to be saved? John 3:16 says it all. "God so loved the world, that He gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believes on Him should not perish, but have everlasting life."

"Lamb Ballads," by Eben


This is a Plea for a Future America Free of the Vice, Addiction, Impoverishment, Legislative Collusion, and Parasitical Industry of Gambling

CRASS, VENAL HYPOCRISY FOR MANY YEARS AND DECADES HAS PROVEN TO BE THE FIRST ORDER OF THE DAY IN THE ROGUE WASHINGTON STATE LEGISLATURE: Though the Washington State Lottery presented to the voters by the Legislation as a means to reap HUGE revenues for education, the funds did not go there, and they never shall go there. Nobody knows to this day where the money is going, except those, of course, who are squandering these hundreds of millions yearly. Meanwhile, higher and higher levies and taxes are put to the long-suffering but still Democrat-duped voters to fund education's growing deficits (more for less and less, it has aptly been called).

"The Lottopus," a Rap by Eben


Secularism and Liberalism have made victimization pay enormous political dividends, but at what individual price or cost to the "victim"?

"The Ballad of the 'Not Guilty,'" by Eben


For a break from Ballads and "Rap" (which has morphed into obscene and racist hip hop rantings), here is a classic, Horatio Bonar's lyrics about Christ's compassion, and an added, contemporary-style stanza by Eben:

Horatio Bonar's Lyrics, With Added Stanza by Eben


Bryan Schroeder was probably my best student in my English and composition classes at a college-seminary in Kansas, and he had several runner-ups, his dear wife among them, but the others did not produce anything this good for me to keep, and I am justified to want to share it with you, a treasure of mine, as this poem will amply prove:

"Doors of Life," by Bryan Shroeder


His Name is Y'Shua, also spelled Yeshua, even Joshua, and despite the impression you get from most preachers and ministers, He is a Jew not a Gentile, a reality that explodes all the usual religious paradigms when you think about it:

"Expanding Jesus to Y'Shua," by Eben


Composed on the Day the 2nd Gulf War Ignited:

"Jehovah's Treasure," by Eben


"Mia's Journey," by Eben re-tells the charming old Dogwood Legend, only in view of the sixty million and more "Missing in America" Unborns who have been deprived of right to life by the infamous Roe vs. Wade ruling by the U.S. Supreme Court:

"Mia's Journey," by Eben


The story of merry, red-suited Old St. Nick or Santa Claus has very little if anything to do with the real St. Nicholas, a Bishop of Myra, Asia Minor, in the 4th-5th century. This is a surprise to many to learn, that there was a real Nicholas associated with Christmas giving. We will not argue with you that December was or was not Christ's natal month, for he was probably born months later. Does it really matter? The December festival certainly brightens up the darkest season of the year, does it not? And that brightening does tally with His coming to be the Light of the World, does it not? What more appropriate season would you suggest as an alternative? Spring? Well, that mixes His birth up with the pagan Greeks' and Canaanite vegetation and fertility gods. That was a big problem way back in Israel's history, so why change Christ's observed birth date set in December to one in, say, May, or June? Escaping all association with pagan antecedents is a very thorny problem, indeed! Though you may think you have ample cause to jettison Christmas in December due to perceived historical ties to pagan antecedents, consider this: previous to our present faith, we were all sunk in paganism, if you dig deep enough to get to our ancestors. We were all pagans, as humanity goes. We all worshipped false gods, either back in former days before our conversions or even up to the present times. Purists like to think they alone are pure and nobody else is pure as they are, right? If there is one drop of paganism in some commemoration or festival or memorial, then they denounce it and try to drum up a counter-festival or memorial. Well, does that really work? Not often, as you then throw out the baby with the bath water, and what you get is a life devoid of any color or festivity or fun and you sit pretty alone in the pew, or at home, staring at your shelves of correct theology, wondering why nobody calls you or seeks out your company. Funny thing, where in scripture do you find Christ acting like that? He was just the opposite! In fact, he was criticized by the purists of the day, the Pharisees, who took upon themselves the role of deciding for everybody else in society what was religiously correct to observe and do. If you did not do as they prescribed, then they denounced you! Christ scandalized them continually, by going and attending dinners with "sinners," eating at their tables and treating them as people whom God loves. If St. Nicholas offends, it is not his fault. He was only behaving as a genuine Christian when he saw a genuine need for Christian love and service bestowed in a practical way. If you still abhor "pagan" Christmas and St. Nicholas, associating the latter with Santa Claus and even the Devil, well, that is to your loss, and you are stuck with it, like the plum on Jack Horner's thumb.

Here is the true account retold by Eben:

"Old St. Nicholas," Reflections on the Old Wooden Norwegian Calendar Stick, the Primstav


In some cases golden dreams can feed on dark illusions, or even worse things. How can a Street of Dreams, of beautiful, shining, brand-new mansions, which you see showcased in many American cities, really be streets of rickety, rat-ridden, haunted houses? Eben shows how:

"Street of Dreams," by Eben


How many mayors does your town or city have? My hometown, which is "on fire" with all sorts of mayhem, has three, and you may share one or more of them, so check them out:

"3MayorsRap," by Eben


When we find we can do for ourselves without God, a red flag ought to go up in our conscience that very moment! Are we running ahead of God, or simply doing what we should do to take care of our needs? It is had to tell sometimes just who is being left in the dust: God, or the person God wants us to be but we somehow mislaid in the difficult moment of decision. This scene of a financially strapped farmer and his successful hog-feeding friend from the farm country strikes some chords in the Bible too, such as when Elijah confronted double-minded Israelites, who couldn't make up their minds whether to serve Baal or the One True God Yahweh. Isn't that the only real issue, always--as human nature never really changes? One farmer finds out it makes all the difference, how he chooses between God and Baal's conflicting claims.

"Providence," by Eben

What if the immigrant French Huguenot-family-based Paul Revere had not ridden to alert the colonists of the approaching British army? He and Dawes his fellow patriot on horseback inspired something like thirty other riders to go forth the same dark night to warn the colonists of approaching British soldiers. The "Regulars" were a bold plan of the British to march by night from Boston across the Charles River bridge to Lexington, Massachusetts, with the objective to capture the colonists' arms at the next town of Concord. Paul Revere's ride, and the alerts given by the others who follow his and Dawes' example, brought a reversal in these well-laid plans of the British. The battle of Lexington was fought, and the British did not fare so well, and Concord was never taken and the colonist weapons cache seized. Instead the War of Independence was ignited, and it showed everyone that the colonists truly had what it took to stand up to blatant tyranny and the seemingly "invincible" British juggernaut for the sake of their liberties.

Don't we in this time of Covid-19 panic and government power grabbing desperately need Paul Reveres today who will stand up to blatant "King George type" government tyranny for the sake of preserving and saving our liberties from those who would take them all away?

"Paul Revere's Ride," or "The Midnight Call," by Eben


England's most popular and elegant and beautiful princess, Diana Spenser Windsor the elegant Molothrus ater ater briefly graced a rather flawed, dull line of Windsors (aka the backwater, dismal Guelphs of Hanover, Germany), most of them utter nincompoops in stuffy, overly-decorated royal costumes, her husband Charles the Crown Prince most likely to prove himself chief nincompoop. Not even King George the Sawn Asunder and his long-lived, ever-faithful, dutiful daughter Elizabeth the Gold Locket can redeem such a conventional line of bourgeois as this, if Charles the Hare (now a "Climate Change" nag) has anything to do about it in the near future!

"Why England Wept," Cameos by Eben


In whose hands are you? In your own? Somebody else's? Big Brother Government's? Have you ever landed yourself in a strange land and strange culture with limited or even sparse provision for yourself? I find that true to my circumstances here these days in South Sinai, where I came through considerable difficulty due to the Covid security anti-travel net to work on books that have been on the back burners of Butterfly Productions for as many as ten years. Here is the unattached slice of geography that is attached to the Islamic world, but to my own, it has little to do, and so it is in some respects ideal for working on my projects, with few distractions. I even gave up my very annoying, but expensive cell, which gives me little and demands much attention, so why keep it? I have email to keep in touch with those who are most important to me. But if you are like me in this respect, you find yourself in circumstances that are like a desert, with few prospects of sustaining you, with only God as your Provider, and yet you have a slender provision coming in from Social Security, you will identify with this little poem that is still warm from the griddle, so to speak. May it warm your own heart a little, as I pray it will mine too!

"In Your Hands," by Eben

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