e-mail 11/14/6

More than 50 years ago I ran across this poem, copied it down and hid it away in a dresser and have saved it all these years. I just want to share it with you today to help make you more grateful for the pastor we have who preaches the Word and who has the convictions to take a stand against some unpopular modern topics today. Bro Gregg is definitely not the pastor of this poem but enjoy. There are many preachers out there who are not preaching from conviction but for popularity or other worldly gain. This is not a new problem in Christianity, it happened in the Old Testament and was one of the charges that God brought against Israel before they went into captivity. The priest were misleading the people.

MODERNISTIC PREACHER ENTERING HELL...... by Oscar C Eliason

He was an ordained minister, but modern in views,
He preached his doctrines to people in the pews.
He would not hurt their feelings, what'er the cost would be
But for their smiles and friendship and compliments sought he.
His church was filled with sickened souls that should be saved from sin
But never once he showed the way or tried a soul to win.
He preached about the lovely birds that twitter in the trees,
The babbling of the running brooks, the murmuring of the seas.
He quoted fancy poetry that tickled listening ears;
When sorrow came to some, he tried to laugh away their tears.
His smooth and slippery sermons made the people slide to Hell-
The harm he did by preaching goes beyond what we can tell.
He took our Holy Bible and preached it full of holes;
"The virgin birth", said he, "can't be believed by honest souls.
The miracles of Jesus and the resurrection sale
For educated ones like us today, cannot avail.
We're living in an age, said he, when wisdom rules and reigns,
When man's intelligence is great and superstition wanes."
He said we're all God's children who live upon this earth;
No message of salvation, no need of second birth
His coat was bought with money that he had wrongly gained
For through his lying sermons his wealth he had obtained.
He was much like the soldiers that watched at Jesus grave,
For money in abundance, to them the people gave;
It all was theirs by telling what was a sinful lie-
A resurrected Saviour, they too, were to deny.

The day at last had come for the minister to die,
When to his congregation he had to say goodbye.
His form lay cold and lifeless, his ministry was past
His tongue with all its poison was hushed and stilled at last.
His funeral was grand, he was lauded to the skies
They preached him into Heaven where there are no goodbyes.
Upon the lonely hill, underneath the shady trees,
His form was laid to rest in the whispering of the breeze

A tombstone was erected with the words "He is at rest,
He's gone to Heaven's glories to live among the best".
His body now is lifeless, but Ah! His soul lives on
He failed to enter in where they thought he had gone.
The letters on the tombstone or that sermon some had heard
Could not decide his destiny, twas not the final word.
He still had God to deal with, the One Who knows the heart;
While others entered Heaven, he heard the words, "Depart".

He pauses for a moment upon the brink of Hell;
He stares into the depth where he evermore will dwell.
He hears the cries and groanings of souls he had misled,
He recognized faces among the screaming dead-
He sees departed deacons which he once had highly praised
Their fingers pointing at him as they their voices raised;
"You stood behind the pulpit, and lived in awful sin,
We took you for a saint, but a serpent you have been."
Accusing cries! He hears them, "Ah you have been to blame
You led us into darkness when you were seeking fame.

You preached your deadly poison; we thought you knew the way
We fed you and we clothed you, we even raised your pay.
You've robbed us of a home where no tear-drops ever flow,
Where days always fair and the heavenly breezes blow.
Where everyone is happy, and Hallelujahs ring,
We're in this place of torment, from which no soul returns.
We hear the cry of lost ones, we feel the sizzling burns
Give us a drop of water, we're tortured in this flame;
You failed to preach salvation to us through Jesus name."

Many thanks Bro Gregg for not being a modernistic preacher but a pastor with conviction and for studying and teaching us the truth.

Sharing God's Love,
Peggy