Submit is a pain in the behind.

“Therefore submit to God. Resist the devil and he will flee from you.” James 4:7

The key to winning your personal struggle is found in those words. But success does not rest on that scripture, it rests on your shoulders. “Submit” is a word that demands a choice be made. Problem is, the one time you do not want to make a choice to submit to God is when you are preparing to enjoy your favorite sin.

“For what I am doing, I do not understand. For what I will to do, that I do not practice; but what I hate, that I do.” Romans 7:15, and you prove it every single time.

The other important time to “therefore submit” is after you have lost the battle.

“If your enemy is hungry, give him bread to eat; and if he is thirsty, give him water to drink; for so you will heap coals of fire on his head, and the Lord will reward you.” Proverbs 25:21-22

Sin was defeated when Jesus said, “It is finished.” The enemy you blame for all your problems is not the roaring lion seeking whom he may devour. Your greatest enemy is yourself. Your flesh tempted you, not Enemy. The last thing you want to do is spend time in the word. You don’t feel like it. But hey, you didn’t feel like it when you made the choice to chase pleasure either.

Bread is the broken body of the Savior, it is scripture, it is also fellowship with other believers. Water, the living water that flows from Him, it is worship and prayer.

Submit is a real pain in the behind.




Eekers McSqueekers

Had to go to the store. It happens. The drive is only five miles there and back. Simple enough, good streets, traffic-lights, safe. Yet three times on the round trip I watched as another driver exceeded the speed limit by 20 at least, roared passed me, and then slowed to pull into my lane and then drive 10 under the posted speed. Wait! Have to add one more. A car ran a stop sign to pull in out in front of me and then slow down.

So why does this happen? Did the Comet Stupid visit our solar system again and leave a cloud of dust in Earth’s path? Will we all suffer the effects? Or are people just getting more rude as the days pass?

But there is something you don’t know about those four drivers. First, all four cars had one of those little fish symbols on the back. Yes, all of them. Second, all of those drivers were female.

Sup’ with that?

My favorite rude driver story happened about four years ago. I went through the same intersection twice in one day, going to work and coming back, an intersection guarded by a traffic-light. The same woman driving the same car ran a red light both times and nearly broadsided me. The second time was the best, she kindly showed me one finger when I honked. The amusing part, I know who she is. The woman is a member in good standing in the local Seventh-day Adventist Church.

If you don’t know about Adventists, they are the most legalistic on the planet apart from Pharisees and terrorists.

So, I ask again, sup’ with that?

“My God, my God, why hast Thou forsaken me?”

A gentle smile, an encouraging hand on the shoulder can offer surcease of sorrow. If one has a friend. Our Savior took three with Him to the Garden. Yet His grief was exacerbated by the fact that no one gave Him a smile or an encouraging hand on the shoulder. Spurgeon calls Jesus’ time in Gethsemane the “acute mental torture from the shame of [ignominy] through which He had to pass”.  Peter, James, John were there, could have, should have, did not. They were asleep.

“What! Could you not watch with Me one hour?” Matthew 26:40

How ironic that in these last days Christians look around and wonder why America is failing. We live in days when drive-thru church is the rule not the exception. An hour is too much time to take out of a weekend to sit and listen to someone’s sermon. Worship? Woe upon woe to spend another hour in worship. Charles Swindoll said it this way, “We worship our work, work at our play, and play at our worship.” A Dirt Clod I know said it this way, “That just ain’t right”.

Our Savior spent hours on that cross and three days in the depths of the earth. “Could you not watch with Me one hour?” It’s time to wake up now. Or as the five maidens who had oil would say to the five who had none, “She who snoozes loses”.


“Tongue nor heart cannot conceive nor name thee!”

The Valley of the Shadow is aptly named. It is a place where many times our Father’s smile is eclipsed by the storms of life. But even on our worst day, a gentle smile, an encouraging hand on the shoulder can offer surcease of sorrow.

The night in Gethsemane when Jesus struggled to the point of sweating blood, He identified a horror that “tongue nor heart” can understand. As so aptly stated in Shakespeare’s Macbeth. What was it that Jesus dreaded so?

Jesus knew what was coming later that night and understood something that most Christians seldom think about. Worse, America now refuses to consider. There is a place where the “light” of God has not reached and never will. The Abyss isn’t just a “bad day”, it is a horror that will not relent.

“My God, my God, why hast Thou forsaken me?” Psalm 22:1

God cannot look upon sin. Jesus knew that the moment when our sin was put upon Him, the Father would turn away. Forsaken is a place where God’s light will not touch. Many have had bad days and been tempted to say those words. “Why has Thou forsake me?” But they are not our words to say. Ever. Only the Savior could say them, would say them. But He also said, “It is finished.”

The horror is still to come, but not for those who believe on His name. There is a very dark day coming for America, made darker because It refuses to acknowledge the truth. From that day there is no surcease and no coming back.


Think with your head, not your ears.

“If voting made any difference, they wouldn’t let us do it.” Mark Twain

“A fool vents all his feelings, but a wise man holds them back.” Proverbs 29:11

America is plagued these days with too many fools. Too much outrage, not enough wisdom. If taken collectively by all of the groups marching in our streets and shouting at the top of their lungs, America would adopt the following: “Whatever goes upon two legs is an enemy. Whatever goes upon four legs, or has wings, is a friend. No animal shall wear clothes. No animal shall sleep in a bed. No animal shall drink alcohol. No animal shall kill any other animal.* My personal favorite: because some animals have suffered more than others, they shall have special rights awarded them.

This is the year that collectively We-the-People will elect a President. If – a very big if – we can sort through all of the voices of outrage and a blatantly biased media. On the Democrats side there are only two and one of those insists on shouting down the other during a debate. If the loudest voice wins, Napoleon the boar, America’s first emperor, could be replaced by a screaming sow.

I remember a night a year ago when 17 candidates stood on the Republican state. Almost immediately, 16 boys got into a pissing contest. One woman stood on that stage and answered every question without flinching, dodging, or shouting over the top of any one. She gave solutions to very real problems. The only reason that she has disappeared and we are left with three boys still having a pissing contest, is because the national media ignored her. That lady was the only adult in the room.

I have been called a misogynist because I will not vote for a woman. Not true. If I had the opportunity, I would vote for that lady today. But because i refuse to vote for the woman still running I get to listen to outrage.

Time to wake up America and think with your brain and not with your ears.

*Borrowed from George Orwell’s Animal Farm, 1945. Ole’ George saw this coming.


Reading the Handwriting on the Wall


These days are difficult ones for Christians. After generations of living working in peace, suddenly we all seem to be wearing targets on our backs. What has happened to America in the last eight years is staggering.

Jesus said that “on this rock I will build My church and the Gates of Hades shall not prevail”. But what i see is the Gates of Hades advancing every day. Personally, I think the hand started writing on the wall the day an Outlaw President started rewriting God’s word. “Woe to those who call evil good, and good evil; Who put darkness for light, and light for darkness; Who put bitter for sweet, and sweet for bitter!” Isaiah 5:20.

Woe is not a happy word. Pray. Keep your family close.

If Hillary is elected President, the days when you can carry a Bible in public will soon come to an end. But the good news is that you will be able to wear a Hijab anywhere.


Does God Listen to What You Say?

It was early morning, still on first cup of coffee, waiting for caffeine to kick in while struggling with a ho-hum attitude and balanced precariously on the razor sharp edge of a bad day. Since my eyes were still gritty with sleep and the thought of work made me nauseous I shunned beginning work and opened a Solitaire App instead. The deal was made and I sat staring at the cards with disbelief.

A few seconds later, and a fresh cup of the hot magic bean juice, the game didn’t look any better. All seven cards face up were black, and all were ten or less and would not play with each other. No face cards, no aces, no help at all. The words that came out of my mouth without shame were, “Not even God could win with a hand like that.” I literally believed that to be true.

What do you suppose happened next?

There are two kinds of people reading this. One has a good understanding of God and His character and knows exactly what happened next. The second is cynical and is nodding and shouting at the monitor that “Yeah God does that!”

God usually does not waste an opportunity to teach a lesson about faith. The lesson for me that day was that part of faith is to express a GOOD opinion of God, not a bad one.

So what happened? I turned one card of that disgusting deal, and the entire hand played out to the finish without stopping. It was a perfect game from a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad deal. Yeah. God does that.


Four Winds

Global Warming.

It almost sounds like a curse.

Or an excuse to dismiss God and push Him further from America. “It is the term used to describe a gradual increase in the average temperature of the Earth’s atmosphere and its oceans – believed to be permanently changing the Earth’s climate.” Google Definition

I don’t need to ask if it is real. I can see the change happening. Glacier National Park was once a favorite because of its stunning beauty. The rocks are still there. Majestic peaks and dazzling valleys. The bears. The only thing missing is the glaciers the Park was named for. They have melted.

Can it be stopped? Is the Hawkmoth in the Oval Office right when he declares he will fix it and save us all? Or is the Bible right when it says, “But God has chosen the foolish things of the world to put to shame the wise, and God has chosen the weak things of the world to put to shame the things which are mighty.”* Does the Bible know something that Dr. Science and America’s Emperor Hawkmoth do not?

First of all, Global Warming is a misnomer. What is happening was determined when Adam took a bite of that fruit in the Garden of Eden. “But of the tree of the knowledge of good and evil you shall not eat, for in the day that you eat of it you shall surely die.” What is happening is simple planned obsolescence. Not what God wanted but it was Adam’s choice to turn that great hour glass measuring Man’s time and set the grains to falling. Creation is literally decomposing around us.


“After these things I saw four angels standing at the four corners of the earth, holding the four winds of the earth, that the wind should not blow on the earth, on the sea, or on any tree.” I’ll give you a clue on this one, it’s from the book of Revelation. Note that it is the sea and plant life that are affected.

Question: How can a globe have four corners?

Answer: North, south, east, west. Four corners.

In the Northern Hemisphere there are two very fast moving air currents that circle the globe and serve to efficiently regulate airflow, move weather systems, and carry fresh air onshore from the oceans. To the National Weather Service they are known as jet streams. One is located near the polar cap and the other nearer the equator. Two more jet streams hold mirror positions for the Southern Hemisphere. The winds of the four corners of the Earth are slowing and will eventually stop. The most radical jet stream patterns ever witnessed have happened in the last two decades. El Niño and La Niña are only symptoms of a tragic end. The seas and the growing patterns of many crops around the globe are being affected. When those jet streams stop completely, the cool part of the day will never come again.

Global Warming is a myth. God is not mocked and His word will out. If you are one of those who don’t like that – ? I would say good luck, but when that hour glass is empty, luck will not determine anything.


*Open your Bible and find it for yourself.


More Than Two Sparrows

It was one of those days when the spiritual giant was taking some time off and left the pathetic human alone with his thoughts. Nothing was going right, the dishwasher was broken again, the weed whacker was out of line, and the car was out of gas. The verse of the day was Matthew 10:29-31. “Are not two sparrows sold for a copper coin? And not one of them falls to the ground apart from your Father’s will. But the very hairs of your head are all numbered. Do not fear therefore; you are of more value than many sparrows.”

Yup, that made it all feel better. Not.

What I knew I should do was take a walk to refresh the mind and get back to work. What I was doing instead was staring at the wall and sending out invitations to a pity-party that no one would attend. That’s when the noise started.

At first it was barely audible, but gained intensity until it became a rustling roar that got so loud I had to get off my butt and go see what it was. What it was, was the rapid beating of 75 to 100 pairs of wings, a literal mob of sparrows chasing one another and having a chirp-in around the blue spruce behind my house. It was a total cacophony of bird happy. Sparrows must have come from blocks all around to congregate around that specific spruce.

Go ahead. Explain it. I couldn’t and for that reason it made me smile for the first time that day.

Do you see the lesson?


Oh Poopy-Dukes

Raising a blog is sort of like raising a kid.

When you begin it has no teeth, no voice, makes messes that you have to clean up, and it is with you 24/7. Oh, and some days it really stinks. The little rascal needs care and attention.

If i may quote the Joker, “And here we go.”