Tuesday, July 31, 2012

Jul | 31 | The Real Slam Papi


Title:- The Real Slam Papi

John 7:46 The officers answered, “No man ever spoke like this Man!”

In 1987, Mark Kelly Smith, born on the east side of Chicago began a new strand of performance poetry at the Green Mill Tavern. His unflinching realism and innate sense of rhythm made him a compelling performer of ‘Slam Poetry.’ Narrating ‘The Spoken Word Revolution ’ he tells of the arrival of Slam poetry on Chicago’s near West side, as ‘reeking with convention’ and ‘daring to be entertaining and inclusive, allowing audiences the option of booing, stomping, snapping or hissing the poets off stage.’ He says “It was anarchy, it was outrage and it was Holy Holy Holy!”

In Galilee, after a hidden 30 years, The Promise reveals Himself. The Head Crusher steps quietly, confidently and mightily through this planet’s possessed and drooping ropes, into the centre of the ring and with His Words, He lays His mighty grip on the shoulders of the adversary and every other cobelligerent, who for years had blinded hurting eyes and corked bleeding, pleading ears, then slams the enemy on his back. They are all treated with the same disrespect.

“White washed walls.” SLAM!
“Brood of Vipers.” SLAM!
“The Sabbath day! So what! The Sabbath was made for man.” SLAM!
“Stretch forth your hand friend.” SLAM!”
“Even the rocks would cry out.” SLAM!
I said “Even the rocks would cry out.” SLAM, SLAM SssLAM!!

Look again now at the angry Jesus! For there He goes, striding into the temple, table-tossing, yes, turning and throwing the money changers out on their ear and on their ass, “My Words, my Words they shall remain” He cries, “Though everything else shall pass, shall pass!” SLAM! Whipping their backs and booting them up the heinie, throwing them out of the temple SHOUTING “My Fathers house shall be a house of prayer for all nations and not a den of thieves!” SLAM! A crowded house leads to the roof being pealed off and a quadriplegic being lowered down and He says in front of them all “I forgive you your sins!” SLAM! And just so they know He can, He says, “Take up your bed and walk!” SLAM! Then the caught, shamed and bare-breasted woman is brought before Him, the mouthy mob all weighed down with killing stones baying for her blood is dispersed, slapped across the chest with words that exploded like a percussion bomb in their hearts, You who are without sin, throw the first stone!” SLAM! And then turning to the woman, He says Woman where are your accusers? Yeah! Where are your accusers? Go and sin no more.” Do you see that? Slam! Slam! Sssssssssslam!
My God! Jesus! Think on what He did! Think on what He does today! Grace and forgiveness you see, when truly embraced, when truly applied, stirs up the foul messes of our lives and moves us into His restorative order and I tell you, I tell you when this truly happens “It’s anarchy! It’s outrageous and it’s Holy Holy Holy!”

Listen:- “The Spirit of the Lord GOD is upon Me, Because the LORD has anointed Me To preach good tidings to the poor; He has sent Me to heal the broken hearted, To proclaim liberty to the captives, And the opening of the prison to those who are bound; To proclaim the acceptable year of the LORD, And the day of vengeance of our God; To comfort all who mourn, To console those who mourn in Zion, To give them beauty for ashes, The oil of joy for mourning, The garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness; That they may be called trees of righteousness, The planting of the LORD, that He may be glorified.”

Pray:- Slam down lies today O Lord. Slam me down today. Wrestle me dear Jesus, fight with me, grapple with me and at the break of this my day and dead leg me forever! Make me limp and lean on You Lord Jesus, yes, come and tell it like it really is. So raise Yourself up in my life O God and Rock of Ages, come so rock my world today, that I may never be the same again! Mighty Saviour make today my slam time. Amen.

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