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FMF May/ Soon/Deliberate

Every action Jesus took while walking on Earth was deliberate and taught a spiritual principle that we may miss.   

1. Jesus' challenge to the rich younger ruler to sell everything wasn't about being rich. The rich young ruler wanted to earn his way to heaven. Eph 2:8-9- It is a free gift by faith alone. 

2. Healing on the Sabbath was about the hardiness of men versus God's coming grace. 

3. Jesus deliberately slept while crossing the storm tossed Galilean Sea. He was awakened by panicking disciples. He quietens the sea. Jesus let them face the harshness of the sea to let them know he would be with them through difficult times. 

4. Raising Jairus' daughter taught the Centurion leader that Jesus had all authority. 

5. Sometimes, our ministry is at home, just like the Demoniac. He wanted to follow Jesus. Jesus said, " Return to your house and describe what great things God has done for you." And he went away, proclaiming throughout the whole city what great things Jesus had done for him. The Demoniac reached people that might have ignored Jesus because they saw the change in him. 
Take a new look at the scriptures and find the spiritual principle beyond the healings, the confrontations, and more. 

6. Jesus healed the blind man, and the blind man who can now see, immediately enters the synagogue proclaiming Jesus. The blind man's healing speaks of man's spiritual blindness. Your Messiah is here and yet you cannot see. 
Revelation 3:11 
I am coming soon. Hold fast what you have, so that no one may seize your crown.

God's rathe is against
the intrusion of evil-
given over and measured. 
Haiku by RL Brown

God's divine wrath was poured out on Jesus.  EZ 7:8 and Rm 3:25. Jn 3:36. 
When the church is caught up, God's will deal with evil as explain in Revelations. 
God's wrath is provoked by evil. God's wrath and man's angry are two different things. Just like we exist in a time bubble, God is eternal with an eternal perspective. God's nature is love. He may love the sinner but God rathe is toward evil and those who cause evil and bring destrution on this world. 
How is God's wrath revealed? 
Therefore, God gave them up in the lusts of their hearts to impurity (1:24).
For this reason God gave them up to dishonorable passions (1:26).
God gave them up to a debased mind (1:28).
At the core of the human problem is that we are sinners under the judgment of God, and the divine wrath hangs over us unless and until it is taken away.
Our names must be written in the Lamb's Book of Life.'s,was%20poured%20out%20on%20Jesus.

May Poems and Haikus

Tempean beauty
Tranquil coastal charmer
Titivated lace

Spanish moss is a beneficial epiphytic flowering plant. Photo taken in Charleston, SC.
tempean ox-eye
titivated petals bloom
butterflies dance

Leptos' flight guided 
by scented highways,
Saguaro Cactus

Xeric ecosystem
Desert wildlife host
Saguaro cactus flower

Sunloving shrub
Xenomorphic hibiscus
Aussie delight

gene transfer evolution
clueless aftermath

Vermillion cardinal
resplendent and showy
the evening snow
benison of golden                                 r                                       a                                      i                                     n
in a vintage

Hegemony media parrots the same song.

Complementary muliebrity of inner beauty–blooms.

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 Complementary muliebrity of i                           y--blooms.

(Note: When a woman’s inner and outer beauty shines as one, and the kindness of her soul sparkles, meld into the essence of feminity—this is something only women do.)

            // new_ 
      internal coding 
   life begins at
the soft adagio of mourning dove
weeds have no place
running wild without boundaries
pachysandra's felicity
Mountain hiking with a friend 
Nature's beauty is a godsend
Eagle eye 
Perch high
Climbing high only to desend
Moutain hiking with friends
Hoping this day never ends
Eagle eye
Perch high
Nature's artisty, little dividends
benison of golden
                wafts of perfume,  
         butterfly flight path. 
Haiku Dialog
By Rhonda Brown

1. Autumn falls silent under the evening snow 
2. bluegrass under feet, goose pimples felicity 
3. living life in a fog, drifting desperately
4. out on a limb hanging by a stem whirlybirds take flight
5. complementary muliebrity of inner beauty blooms. 
6. sweet benison of sunlit air and golden rain, prismatic joy.
7. Nature's beauty shines in the beholder's eyes, beware of bears.
8. evening shadows on crisscrossing paths, uninterrupted
9. Eventide, tealights glow, cicadas sing, swish goes the porch swing.
10. slow, slow, quick-quick, slow, light dances on the water, footprints in the sand
quiescent tide
rhythmic pace of the porch swing
tealights glow
faded white wood planks
engulfed in quamoclit
quiescent and quaint 
frozen heart
a kind touch
melting point

#HaikuSaturday #haiku #senryu #nature #poem #poetrycommunity #poetry #Poet #haikuchallenge  HaikuDialog- Precipitation @NaHaiWriMo Ache
Hills and hollers of Arkansas
Stomping grounds for Grandpa
Magnificent feat
Nature's treat
Summers' cold water spa
#Limerick #LimerickSunday
Cedar Falls, Petite Jean State Park
#amwriting #poetry
anatomy of a tree
expose for all to see
pen and ink
tickled pink
delightful artistry
#Limerick #LimerickSunday
Rhonda L Brown / USA

The following Kyoka haikus are written by Rhonda L Brown (me)

Kyoka were Japanese poems that did not conform to the prescribed norms of waka imagery and diction
. Kyoka, poems are less serious and more humorous. With its often political and social content, the kyoka tends to be sardonic and ironic. It can parody the waka and use slang. The kyoka also echoes Senryu in its thematic preoccupation with human nature. 

1.  the night sky frolics
    under silvery moonbeams
    in stillness, dreams come
    night recedes behind the stars-
    no thought to pending troubles
    tomorrow sleeps

2.  unison parrots
    hegemony media 
    demise of America
    wokeness from within-
    discernment's gift is knowing 
    the difference between the two.

3. If rain no longer fell,    
   would tears cease to flow?    
   If blue dropped from the sky,     
   would  your smile return?    
   If longing is understood,       
   would you be free to love -   
H. Gene Murtha Memorial Senryu Contest Rules
Two poems per poet

1. a morrowless day
   of whistling threnodies,
   a fresh tomorrow. 

Faded white wood planks 
engulfed in quamoclit,
quiescent and quaint.
praj·​na. ˈprəjnə plural -s. : transcendental wisdom or supreme knowledge in Buddhism gained through intuitive insight.
Ajna translates as "authority" or "command" (or "perceive"). It is considered the eye of intuition and intellect. Its associated sense organ is the mind.
Hegemony media , Fact or opinion, Null Hypothesis,
This quote is spoken by King Lear about his daughter, Goneril. He's comparing the pain he feels having her—a thankless daughter—to a snake bite. He says that the pain she causes him is “sharper” or more painful than any snake bite.
How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is to have a thankless child. 
Slowly evanescing
Time spins memories
Of you

To Have and Let Go

If autumn falls silent under the evening snow 
If sheltered seeds don winter's coat 
If March winds howl for spring's warmth
If budding flowers emit the earth's scent
If spring pollinators awaken and take flight
If golden rays titillate terra's loam
If nature bears burgeoning yields 
If the impetus for life circles again
If thankfulness flows from within
If we understand the Creator above
then what do we know of love?

Love is to have, to hold, to enjoy, and to freely let go.
Happy Earth Day

FMF: Have and Earth Day


Haikus by RL Brown/ not for reprint


spring buds pop their heads, 
february trickery, 
winter snaps, not yet! Published

feb 11
winter's shield
hoarfrost, snow blanket
survive or succumb  #HaikuSaturday #haiku 

rewrite for NaHaWriMo
little ones frolic
under silvery moonbeams 
till stillness comes

a sparkled light cast
night recedes behind the stars
tomorrow sleeps

fEB 18
varied highs and lows
February vacillates
spring's on its way

Photos by RL Brown
Nature's mystery sprightly beads nestle betwixt succulent leaves  

Pearly light of glistening eyes echoes a dance of the coming spring.


Feb 1 daybreak
morning’s blush
slips through
the mizzling mist  published

Feb 2 dawn/birdsong
Antiphonal tweets
robins, warblers, and blackbirds sing
dayspring's symphony
pastoral harmony
robins, warblers, blackbirds
antiphonal tweets

Feb 3 crowing rooster
A crimson trim comb 
Proud strut, perched high. 
Good morning world

Feb 4 sunrise
morning’s song returns 
spring arias 

Feb 5 Breakfast
peel double whop, pop
biscuits fried light and golden
sprinkle sugar dust

Feb 6 morning
the morning light hums
dreams dance in dawn's shadow
young hearts sing

Feb 7
Missed breakfast
Can't wait for lunch
time to graze, brunch

An elvish break
peanut butter and banana
RIP Elvis.  

Feb 9 Noon
high noon
shadows hide 

Feb 10 Lunch
teacher on the run, 
recess, copier, meeting
lunch in hand. 

Feb 11 Midday
a contagious yawn
a midday stretch
What comes after ELEVENSES?

Feb 12 naptime
little ones play till 
stillness draws the
sleepy eyes shut 
all rest. RL Brown

Feb 13 teatime
front porch cool breeze
scones, clotted cream, perserves
Iced cold bourbon tea

FEb 14 afternoon
out-of-town son calls
visit with elderly neighbor
afterrnoon delight

Feb 15 Happy Hour
family conversations
around the dinner table
happy hours

Feb 16 Dinner
break a few rules
cold pizza for breakfast,
hot pancakes for dinner

Photo by RL Brown/ South Korea
Feb 17 Magic Hour/Golden Hour
silvery moonbeams
night recedes behind the stars
tomorrow sleeps in dreams

Feb 18 Sunset
evening wanes
sunlight etches closer to 
twilight's shade (reference to age -etch-wrinkles)

Feb 19 blue hour
sky colors ripple
a unique aerial view

Feb 20 Twilight
cicadas sing
silence merges with darkness 
tree shadows creep

Feb 21 Dusk
fireflies hover low
in eventide
tealights flicker

Feb 22 Evening
evening sounds surround
life nestles, tweets and twitters cease
swissssh goes the porch swing

Feb 23 Vespers
Violet skies of royalty
evensong of repentance, 
Ash Wednesday 

Feb 24 Bedtime
Bedside, on my knees
whispers ascend to heaven
I lay down to sleep

before I lay down to sleep
whispers to heaven
pass out of sight, memory, or existence.
"water moves among reeds, evanesces, shines"
To dissipate or disappear like vapor.
Feb 25 the eleventh hour
America's demise
wokeness disinformation
downfall from within

Discernment's gift
facts vs narratives
dividing truth from lies

Discernment's gift is dividing truth from lies-
fact vs opinions

Feb 26 Midnight Snack
An internal clock
wakes hubby at 12:01
sleep walks to the fridge 

Feb 27 Wee hours
Wee morning hours
Perseid meteor show
July and August

Feb 28 jisei/death haiku
1. autumn falls silent under the evening snow
2. Winter winds whistling, Indian summer's last stance, bowing gracefully
Feb 28 Last Hour jisei/death haiku
Thanatos’ grim triumph-  
fallen, betrayed from within 
  The Afghan Thirteen,

Above all by Michael W Smith.
Above all powers above all kings above all nature and all created things. Above all kingdoms above all thrones above all wonders, the world has ever known.

Published Poetry/ Haikus and more

Fairytale Fishin’

No buckets, no boats, 
And no carrying large totes,
Just Grandpa and me. 

A pole in each hand
Grasshoppers by the pond bank.
Gramps catches our bait.

A nibble, a tug.
Feel the line, ignore the bug-
Wait-then jerk the hook-

A flip-flopping, splash, 
reeling in a big fat bass

(Excerpt from a Kid’s Tale 
by RL Brown)

Congratulations! Your poem "Fairytale Fishin'"was selected to be a part of the 2022/23 Conway Public Poetry Project installations. 

In the coming months, we will be working with the City of Conway to install these poems in various locations around the community.

We are also working on a booklet that will contain the poems, their locations, and information about each poet

Sponsored by Blackbird Art Collective, Conway AR
A Pastoral Cacophony

As morning’s first blush slips through the mizzling mist, dawn’s chorus begins. The woodland world wakes, nestlings fluff their feathers, squish together and listen to their twitter song.

Blackbirds sing a low mellow tone blending choral notes to a dayspring chant. Red-breasted robins' antiphonal tweets twitter back and forth. A cool zephyr breezes through the budding trees, and a hermit thrush adds a rhythmic woodwind harmony.

Chee-pippety-chee-chee, Jenny wren joins in with a light peppy lilt, stepping up the beat. Colorful warblers echo a descant as tiny rainbows shimmer in twilight’s dew. A cappella chorus in one voice sings a spring aria.

A blue jay’s catcall
signals a tail twitching taunt,
kitty in the weeds.
My inspiration for this poem came one spring morning while listening to bird songs at dawn's light. The slow build of antiphonal tweets and the sudden end, orchestrated by my cat reminded me of Bolero by Ravel. 
Better Than Starbucks
Poetry and Fiction JournalNovember 2022
Rhonda Bronte Brown is a retired counselor/teacher who lives in Arkansas. She was published in Better Than Starbucks, the Trouvaille Review, and Haiku Seed Journal in February and March 2022. She also writes children’s books. Find her online at
Haiku: by R Bronte Brown 
Winter folds a tree-  
into a counterfeit death 
gray, boney, lifeless. 
Better than Starbucks, February 2022 Publication p. 41 
Editor's comment: Stark, powerful and tied to the four seasons.
Haiku Seed Journal @HaikuSeed_ Featuring these wonderful #haiku for the #HaikuSeed "winter"  

spring buds pop their heads, 
february trickery, 
winter snaps, not yet! 

#HaikuSeed / 24 Feb, 2022 winter   
All I can think of is an adult snapping at their children who were sneakily playing video games under their blankets instead of sleeping. Loved the playfulness of the writer and the haiku, there is a wholesome nature to it that brings out a smile.
— Sankara Jayanth
Editor, Haiku Seed Journal
Trouvaille Review, February 15, 2022 Publication

The Dignity of Winter by R Bronte Brown 

Wind rustles the leaves. 
Trees shimmer yawning deeply, 
Autumn equinox,
the balance of light and dark,
time juncture converts. 
Turn your face eastward.
Fall moon on the horizon
blazing golden hues.
Extravagant colors!
A migratory bird's last song.
Light wanes for evening.
Winter grants Fall's wish
for an encore flower dance,
frost procrastinates.
Nature splendor yields 
a harvest of abundance, 
Thankfulness expressed. 
Inner autumn calls,
time to embrace season’s change.
The wind howls for rest.
Winter winds whistling
Indian Summer's last stance
Bowing gracefully
Winter’s dignity
Lifeless trees quiet strength
Autumn seeds nestled deep-

From Bronte Brown:
morning’s blush
slips through
the mizzling mist

The Haiku Pond 🍃

Aug 13,2022
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Trouvaille Review, March 23, 2022 Publication

The Hummingbird
Swiftest things that run the world,
Hums and beats, their wings unfurled.
Hummingbirds need constant fuel.
Brilliant blooms attract this jewel.
Forward, backward, upside down.
These dashing fliers zip around.
Golden flowers brilliant blooms
Entice birds with shiny plumes.
Blazing Star to Geranium,
Coral Bells to Delphinium.
Flower meadows, patchwork plots,
Scattered seeds in local lots. 

Graceful Dance

Winter grants Fall's wish 
for an encore flower dance, 
frost procrastinates.

Nature splendor yields 
a harvest of abundance, 
Thankfulness expressed. 

Wintry winds whistling
Indian Summer's last stance
Bowing gracefully (#haikusaturday)

The Great Big Greenhouse/Doug’s Blog

Haiku by RL Brown

For me, a Haiku is a 17 syllable verse that captures an image or moment that touches the heart when the reader grasps its meaning.

Some are still a work in progress.

The Haiku is a 
seventeen syllable-verse, 
understoond by the heart.

Depicts a moment
in nature filled with simple
wonderment and awe.  

Reach into the world of words,
to find clear insight.
Slipping through morning dew,
first blush hues cast,- 
dawn's chorus begins. 

Antiphonal tweets 
robins, warblers, blackbirds sing 
dayspring's symphony. 

The woodland world wakes.   
January sky
Its sheer so clear, so blue. 
Nothing leaves a mark. 

On gradient winds, 
matching a clarion call
Eagles hitch a ride. 
Spring buds pop their heads, 
February trickery-
Winter snaps, not yet!

Loam stirs, breaking free
Roots stretch in fertile earth
March howls for spring's warmth.
Sky looks down on earth
Eyes as dark as a new moon,
Winks in the spring night. 
Loam stirs, breaking free
Roots stretch in fertile earth
March howls for spring's warmth.
Ode to Daffodils
Bordering Mamaw’s cotton field
Beside Momma’s fence
To my backyard
Posted on February 25, 2022 by Sankara Jayanth
Posted in #HaikuSeed Daily Haiku Prompt
Longing for a sidewalk stroll
along the storefronts of a –
		coffee house
			with friends
 . . .mask less.
Winter folds a tree- 
into a counterfeit death – 
Gray, boney, lifeless.
Cold, still, frosty white
Frozen precipitation 
The glistening sun

Icicle droplets 
Drip amid a frozen field
Robins drink mid-stream.

Kindness ripples when
interjected precisely
and rips through meanness. 

kindness ripples and rips through meanness.

Summer soybean fields
Winter conifer forests 
Fall, hide from hunters
Spring birthing, a fawn
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Winter grants Fall's wish 
for an encore flower dance, 
frost procrastinates.

Indian Summer
Harvest-in, farmer's delight-
Sweet whispers of thanks. 

Photo by RL Brown/ Moss Mtn, AR
Romantic at heart
Curious, Cautious, Clever 
Nature's lake builders

Habitat framers
Charming artisan
As busy as a-
beaver (WIP)
Photo by Benny Stu00e6hr on
Rudbeckia titters 
Roots stretching in fertile earth. petals sway
Butterfly frolics

More butterlies play-
Tempean charmer

tempean ox-eye
titivated petals sway
a butterfly dance
Hidden Object
The only reason
I've never been snake-bitten;
I pound when I walk. 

The object I seek
is blatantly obvious.
but it's not a snake. 
A trim crimson comb 
Proud strut, surefooted, perched high. 
First to greet the day.
Calls the world to wake.
Rises with the morning sun.

Photo by Yves Chaput on
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Prayer is your weapon. Like the soil loves the tree and gives life to the tree so does prayer nourish your soul. Prayer cradles life whether answered here or there (heaven).

Picture Books for Today

Today’s picture book market is very different from when I was a child. The book market is more selective. There exits an underlying pc culture. Very few publishers like in the past take direct submissions from new authors. So now you have written a children’s book, but does it cut the mustard (meet current standards)? 

The first step is to compare your book to what’s currently written. Go to your library and read. Read in your genre, then read books out of your genre. But read current books. Water is Water by Miranda Paul is a perfect example of a nonfiction narrative that varies vastly from the expository/factual nature of picture books in the past. Books like I Talk Like a River explore the world of a stutter and address personal issues that kids face beyond friendship or bullying. So, read and find your mentor texts. 

The second step is to know your craft before sending the query letter. Editors and agents get so many manuscripts that if they are not near perfect, they toss them. It’s like a resume filled with grammatical errors or false information. Research your agent, editor, or publishers. Make sure they are open to submissions in your genre. 

The third step is to use the tools at hand. Microsoft Word has a review function that reads your work out loud. Use Grammarly or one such program to edited your work. Don’t pay someone like I did to take the extra space from behind the period when you can do it yourself. Crtl A copies, and Crtl H brings up a dialog box to make edits all at once. 

Lastly, participate in a good critique group. Not an online, never see your face type but a Zoom group. It makes people accountable for what they say and why. A picture book must allow the reader to see for themselves what you are trying to say, not telling them what you think. For young readers, you are helping to develop their imagination. A mind free to think will imagine, reason, and then decide to act. (My synopsis line from a CS Lewis study with Hillsdale college.)

I will end by saying I had made every newbie mistake in the book by sending my manuscript out before it was ready. Take your time, learn the process, research, get your work ready, then submit. 

Freedom is lost in ignorance. by RL Brown

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Photo by R. Brown
Niagara Falls

Stupid is now an offensive word, but impugn, denigrate, or besmirch a political opponent with expletives, and they praise you for your lack of articulation skills. When trapped by blind hatred, acrimony becomes a course for action. The ensuing incompetence best describes those so full of discord that they seethe and bathe in malice until reasonable or contemplated thought perishes. The result is not free speech but a distilled compilation of whiny, immature thinking which doesn’t include an original opinion. (Yes, this is a negative first paragraph).

Critically thinking is essential to free speech, and losing the ability to form an opinion based on facts is the loss of free speech. Our Founding Fathers truly understood the concept of freedom of speech. It comes with a depth of knowledge and personal responsibility to ponder your words, weigh them, then speak for life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. Equality doesn’t mean equal, nor does it mean taking what others have earned. The pursuit of happiness does not mean life is fair. It isn’t.
My point is to step over or away from those people and continue to pursue your dream(s). Freedom means the right to be responsible for yourself, your words, and your actions. Know and understand what freedom of speech means, know your history and why the electoral college is valuable for the individual voter. Discover the truth, weigh your words and then speak.

redundant talking points
nailed to your brain
are meanlingless. 
dulls the mind
deception by empty philosophy.
They scream you can't handle the TRUTH,
yet it is easier to swallow than their redundant lies. 

Post By Dave Ramsey and An obvious point of view by Rhonda Brown

An obvious point of view : It was never about President Trump. It was about a stolen election, a constantly and consistently lying press, vitriol against the Constitution, and the right to keep this country based on Judea-Christian values. Without this plumb line, this country steers without a rudder. Never once did these elected officials seek the truth, nor the media search for the root of corruption. You think turning hollywood back on is going to lull the minds of Americans, not for the woke. I turned off cable a long time ago, I work to find viable news sources. I put my trust in you, Tom Cotton to speak up for us. Don’t let us down! How many people this summer died and had their lives destroyed by antifa, marxist press refusing to cover the violence, silence from elected officials and now you speak out. We, the people, have never tolerated violence, we want the truth revealed against obvious fraud in the election process and those guilty prosecuted.

Post by Dave Ramsey “This morning, I realized that everything is about to change. No matter how I vote, no matter what I say, lives are never going to be the same. I have been confused by the hostility of family and friends. I look at people I have known all my life so hate-filled that they agree with opinions they would never express as their own. I think that I may well have entered the Twilight Zone. You can’t justify this insanity. We have become a nation that has lost its collective mind. We see other countries going Socialist and collapsing, but it seems like a great plan to us. Somehow it’s un-American for the census to count how many Americans are in America. People who say there is no such thing as a gender are demanding a female President. Universities that advocate equality, discriminate against Asian-Americans in favor of African-Americans. Some people are held responsible for things that happened before they were born, and other people are not held responsible for what they are doing right now. Criminals are caught-and-released to hurt more people, but stopping them is bad because it’s a violation of THEIR rights. People who have never owned slaves should pay slavery reparations to people who have never been slaves. After legislating gender, if a dude pretends to be a woman, you are required to pretend with him. It was cool for Joe Biden to “blackmail” the President of Ukraine, but it’s an impeachable offense if Donald Trump inquiries about it. People who have never been to college should pay the debts of college students who took out huge loans for their degrees. Immigrants with tuberculosis and polio are welcome, but you’d better be able to prove your dog is vaccinated. Irish doctors and German engineers who want to immigrate to the US must go through a rigorous vetting process, but any illiterate gang-bangers who jump the southern fence are welcomed.$5 billion for border security is too expensive, but $1.5 trillion for “free” health care is not. If you cheat to get into college you go to prison, but if you cheat to get into the country you go to college for free. And, pointing out all this hypocrisy somehow makes us “racists”! Nothing makes sense anymore, no values, no morals, no civility, and people are dying of a Chinese virus, but it is racist to refer to it as Chinese even though it began in China. We are clearly living in an upside-down world where right is wrong and wrong is right, where moral is immoral and immoral is moral, where good is evil and evil is good, where killing murderers is wrong, but killing innocent babies is right. Wake up America. The great unsinkable ship Titanic America has hit an iceberg is taking on water and sinking fast.”

Rhonda Brown: I will add in the 60’s and 70’s Christianity was attacked and dismissed on a scientific basis. Evolution Theory vs Creationism, just remember a theory is not fact. Today, we are told to throw science for non-genderism.

Without a plumb line for truth, we sail a rudderless ship. “Behold I am about to put a plumb line in the midst of my people. I will spare them no longer.” Amos 7:8