Sunday, June 3, 2012

Presbyterian Church in Jackson, Wyoming

Presbyterian Church in Jackson, Wyoming

Pastor Paul Hayden Compromises to Please Man

Ezekiel 22: 2-4:    "Now, thou son of man, wilt thou judge, wilt thou judge the bloody city? yea, thou shalt shew her all her abominations.  Then say thou, Thus saith the Lord GOD, The city sheddeth blood in the midst of it, that her time may come, and maketh idols against herself to defile herself.  Thou art become guilty in thy blood that thou hast shed; and hast defiled thyself in thine idols which thou hast made; and thou hast caused thy days to draw near, and art come even unto thy years: therefore have I made thee a reproach unto the heathen, and a mocking to all countries."

Jackson, Wyoming
Jacksonites, Yours is a Bloody City
Jackson Hole News and Guide
A Dream about the Presbyterian Church in Jackson, Wyoming


By Tim Shey

Brutal deathdance;
My eyes weep blood.
Pharisees smile like vipers,
They laugh and mock their venom:
Blind snakes leading
The deaf and dumb multitude.

Where are my friends?
The landscape is dry and desolate.
They have stretched my shredded body
On this humiliating tree.

The hands that healed
And the feet that brought good news
They have pierced
With their fierce hatred.

The man-made whip
That opened up my back
Preaches from a proper pulpit.
They sit in comfort:
That vacant-eyed congregation.
The respected, demon-possessed reverend
Forks his tongue
Scratching itchy ears
While Cain bludgeons
Abel into silence.

My flesh in tattered pieces
Clots red and cold and sticks
To the rough-hewn timber
That props up my limp, vertical carcase
Between heaven and earth.
My life drips and puddles
Below my feet,
As I gaze down dizzily
On merciless eyes and dagger teeth.

The chapter-and-versed wolves
Jeer and taunt me.
Their sheepwool clothing
Is stained black with the furious violence
Of their heart of stone.
They worship me in lip service,
But I confess,
I never knew them
(Though they are my creation).

My tongue tastes like ashes:
It sticks to the roof of my mouth.
I am so thirsty.
This famine is too much for me.
The bulls of Bashan have bled me white.
Papa, into your hands
I commend my Spirit.

February/March 1997
Iowa State University

Genesis 49: 10: “The scepter shall not depart from Judah, nor a lawgiver from between his feet until Shiloh come; and unto him shall the gathering of the people be.”


  1. Truly I wish I could say I was shocked however I am not. The last church we tried to attend was a blend of social club and politically correct. No such topic or any other of a current popular culture belief was ever mentioned. We left in disgust finally and haven't attended a church since. If you can't tell the difference between the world and the church there really is no point in going.

  2. JMD: Amen. I went to a couple of fellowship meetings for young people at the Presbyterian Church in Jackson back in 2003 and I thought the youth pastor was very shallow and conformed to the world. We have to separate ourselves and come out from among them as a testimony against these lukewarm churches.

    Did Jesus die on the Cross so that we could be members of a lukewarm Christian social club? NO! If we abide in Christ, there is no worldliness in us and the world will hate our guts just like the world hates Christ. "The love of the world is enmity with the Father."

  3. Sounds like another Jesus the man is naming.
    Jesus came not to make peace but with a sword.
    Paul Hayden needs to read the book of Jude.

  4. The world loves churchianity. The world hates Jesus Christ. The world system has infected too many churches in the United States.

  5. Have you gone to any that haven't compromised in some way with the world?

  6. I rarely go to church on Sunday, but I believe I have been to a few churches that were walking the narrow path.