“And afterward, I will pour out my
Spirit on all people. Your sons and daughters will prophesy, your old men will
dream dreams, your young men will see visions. Even on my servants, both men
and women, I will pour out my Spirit in those days. I will show wonders in the
heavens and on the earth, blood and fire and billows of smoke. The sun will be
turned to darkness and the moon to blood before the coming of the great and
dreadful day of the LORD. And
everyone who calls on the name of the LORD
will be saved; for on Mount Zion and in Jerusalem there will be deliverance, as
the LORD has said, even among the
survivors whom the LORD calls. Joel
2:28-32
Then
one of them, named Caiaphas, who was high priest that year, spoke up, “You know
nothing at all! You do not realize that it is better for you that one man die
for the people than that the whole nation perish.” He did not say this on his
own, but as high priest that year he prophesied that Jesus would die for the
Jewish nation, and not only for that nation but also for the scattered children
of God, to bring them together and make them one. So from that day on they
plotted to take his life. John 11:49-53
we were going to change
the world,
a
new society,
a
great experiment,
we
were different,
we
knew more,
we
knew better,
we
were the solution,
not
the problem;
make love not war,
tune
in, drop out,
hell
no, we won’t go,
rebels
with a cause,
defenders
of the righteous,
keepers
of a higher standard,
a
new code;
we became draft dodgers
and activists,
poets
and musicians,
stock
brokers and analysts,
doctors
and lawyers,
anything
but our mothers
and
fathers,
we
became consumers,
we
became users,
we
became takers;
we became more of the
same;
hypocrites within a world
of
hypocrites,
masters
of enlightenment
without
light,
monsters
disguised as
children
of peace,
dogs
licking up
their
own vomit,
white-washed
sepulchers,
dry
bones,
sheep
without a Shepard,
we
fooled the world,
we
fooled ourselves;
we became the future;
we consumed until there
was nothing
left
to consume,
we
took until there was nothing
left
to take,
we
pointed our fingers,
we
blamed the man,
we
blamed the over thirty crowd,
only
to realize we had become the man,
we
were the over
thirty
crowd;
it was all about us,
the
‘me’ generation,
gods
of our
own
making;
we taught our
children
well.
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