Poppaloppa's Word

By Yakob Tehlore-Scribe

WORD is a collection of insights that God impressed upon his servant Poppaloppa, which he envisioned performing as a one man show. However, a humble scribe converted it to this format which could be best described as a Hip-Hop commentary on the Bible.
It is designed to reach the otherwise spiritually disenfranchised; in a style that they may more readily receive. Knowing that, regardless of the form, as it is written in the Book of Isaiah: The word of God that goes forth shall not return void, but will accomplish that which he pleases.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Aug 20, 2009
• ISBN: 9781469119465

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Poppaloppa’s Word

Word: (wurd) a colloquialism used to

express agreement with a profoundly

true statement

Yakob Tehlore-Scribe

Copyright © 2009 by Yakob Tehlore.

ISBN:                Softcover                978-1-4415-3749-2

ISBN:                Softcover                978-1-4691-1946-5

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Contents

Acknolwledgements

Introduction

Part I

The First Epistle of Poppa

Got Grace

The Second Epistle of Poppa

GOD’S ROD

The Third Epistle of Poppa

THE BOTTOM LINE

Part II

The Fourth Epistle of Poppa

GIVE THE PEOPLE WHAT THEY WANT

The Fifth Epistle of Poppa

A WALK ON THE WILD SIDE

The Sixth Epistle of Poppa

ECCLESSIN & BREZZIN

Part III

The Seventh Epistle of Poppa

BEWARE THE SPINGALI

The Eighth Epistle of Poppa

A FUNNY THING HAPPENED

ON THE WAY TO THE GRAVE

The Ninth Epistle of Poppa

WE HOLD THESE TRUTHS

These lines are dedicated to

Do Whoppers & Hip Hoppers

Acknolwledgements

I would like to thank God first and foremost for the inspiration and the calling. My parents, Reverend Jacob Taylor Jr. and Sister Pecolia Taylor. Who trained me up in the way that I should go, so that now that I am old I’m able to return to it. Hortence Mitchell, my mentor and friend for planting the seed of purpose and individuality in the soil which is my soul. The countless theologians and evangelist who imparted their knowledge to me; including but not limited to: Doctors J. Vernon McGee and Patrick Jones, as well as Pastors Arnold Murray and Gordon Pleasants. Also, my most sincere gratitude to my sister, Reverend Frances Jones; college, sounding board and all-round blessing, and last but not lease, Richard Pryor for Mudbone.

Introduction

I come from a long line of fire and brimstone southern Baptist preachers and was always expected to carry on the tradition. However, tradition was only reaching the traditional crowd; which seemed little more than preaching to the choir to me. Even though I felt the calling as they say. I also felt compelled to find a way to cast a broader net, if you will, and hopefully reach more of the spiritually disenfranchised. What I’ve comprised here began as a monologue for a one man show to be performed in the spirit of Mudbone, a character created by the late great Richard Pryor, my inspiration. It was to be a way to tantalize and titillate, while I taught. However such a production was beyond my field of expertise. Consequently the seeds planted in me bore this series of what could be aptly described as epistles; which I have compiled in the format you now hold in your hands. It loses a bit of its flavor in the translation due to the lack of theatrical inflections, but the gist of the performance comes through.

Now, I’m no theologian or prophet, although I did have someone say once during my days wondering in the wilderness that I was the prophet to the pimps and prostitutes. I don’t know why, I guess people are just hung up on labels. I considered adopting a title. I pondered it a while… then I pondered it some more. I thought about reverend, but I’ve never been revered a day in my life. Almost got stoned a couple of times though. I took a notion of father, but that might have left me wide open for child support. And quite frankly I nearly had an embolism trying to figure out pastor. Then I took a look at Bishop. Have you ever read those qualifications? I suspect some folk out there done fudged a bit on their applications. Evangelist might have worked but they travel around a lot and I have a hard time making it to the bathroom. I was quite perplexed then I asked myself, exactly what is it I want to accomplish? Spread the gospel of salvation, myself answered. So any title I would adopt should reflect that.

Now salvation is the process by which we are transformed from death unto life; and as sure as the evidence of faith is works, the evidence of life is growth. Now the best way I know to promote growth is to fertilize. So I guess the most befitting title would be gardener, stable boy, or maybe dung slinger. Because all I really do is spread manure. And this here is my attempt to spread some on y’all.

Part I

IT’S A FAMILY AFFAIR

The First Epistle of Poppa

Got Grace

G race is God’s unmerited favor. The Good Book says, God will have mercy on who he’ll have mercy and show grace to who he’ll show grace. In other words, it’s his prerogative. See, The Lord has no respect of persons which just means he don’t show no favoritism. It don’t matter who you is, what you’ve done or what you’ve got. From the utter most to the gutter most, God sees everybody equally. Too bad man ain’t like that.

For some reason, God only knows, there