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November 3, 2009

Advice from a father to a divinity student

Filed under: poetry,theological education — Petros @ 6:37 am
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My son, I see you’ve finished in part
Your studies of the divine art.
It is called theological,
But don’t see it as magical.

My son, I heard it’s not easy.
Your faith will be queasy.
But it’s the Lord who will lead you,
When it’s Him, you’ll make it through.

My son, disregard the liberals,
Don’t consider them heros.
They will destroy the subject of dogmatics
And deform the science of hermeneutics.

My son, make sure to guard your heart.
Search the Bible from the start,
So that theology of a human bent,
Does not mask the divine scent.

My son, a servant of mighty degree
Doesn’t really have need of a PhD.
You should have a holy walk.
About which all the others talk.

My son, work off your ass,
And pay attention in class.
Your parish will be more demanding,
Its growth won’t be subsiding.

My son, once you’ve graduated,
And your brains have been sated,
Sort out what is now in your head,
And the church will be in good stead.

By Moussa Bongoyok, Translation by P. W. Dunn (November 3, 2009) from CONSEIL D’UN PÈRE À UN FUTUR THEOLOGIEN

March 14, 2009

Joyous even in crisis, by Moussa Bongoyok

Filed under: poetry — Petros @ 7:50 am
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Joyous even in crisis

The planet earth is movement
And its forests mourn for their trees.
No one can console the firmament
Which chants macabre songs without cease.
But despite the gravity of the crisis,
The Christian’s joy meets no surprises.
The Lord renews our faith at will,
For he yet commands the sea, “Be still!”

The world in flames seeks after peace.
Homes are doused with so many tears.
Somber death strikes without cease.
Life on earth has become so fierce.
The Christian’s joy disturbs the lamentation,
But that should cause no great consternation.
For the Lord Jesus is the Almighty;
He knows how to turn back the tsunami.

Jet airliners crash down from the sky.
AIDS is here and millions must die.
The heavens are torn by missiles,
And the earth shakes from anti-missiles.
But the Christian rejoices in spirit
In this environment so livid.
Jesus himself is our security
In the country as in the city.

The financial forecast is not pristine,
The political climate is morose.
The law favors the libertine.
Lots of people seem very nervous.
But the Christian’s joy is ecstatic,
Because our hope is not erratic
But rests on God, who can transform
And restore even what others deform.

by Moussa Bongoyok from the French, “Joyeux malgré la crise“, trans. by P. W. Dunn. (c) 2002 All rights reserved.

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