Worthless Lives

The hidden cost of removing prayer from schools, pushing God away from assemblies and public meetings, fostering ignorance of the Bible and its instruction is turning out to be more than America wants to pay. The irony is that now that it is too late, they turn and point the finger at everyone else and spew outrage and demand change.

The cost of pushing God away is a generation without a dream of a future. America has a generation lost and alone and left without a prayer. “There is a generation—oh, how lofty are their eyes! And their eyelids are lifted up. There is a generation whose teeth are like swords, and whose fangs are like knives.”

Baltimore-Riots

This is a generation acting like the beasts of the field and not like men. They are content to sit on Welfare and bitch and moan because it isn’t enough and demand THE MAN fix it. This is a generation of voyeurs living a fantasy. Worthless lives wasted by choice.

Part of Bible instruction now lost is that YOU are the one to get off your butt and change it yourself. “If anyone is not willing to work, then he is not to eat.” 2 Thessalonians 3:10 “Where there is no vision of a future, no revelation of hope, people cast off self-control.” Proverbs 29:11 paraphrase

Funny thing about dreams, they are never accomplished by those sitting around playing video games, taking selfies and tearing down a city. The secret elixir for the fulfillment of a dream is your own sweat. A dream and work go hand in hand.

Fortunately, there is a solution already in place. Churches and Tele-Evangelists in places like Chicago are there to help redeem the problem. All they have to do is give up dreams of a private jet and a television ministry, and take the gospel to your own back yard.

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Weenies

I know a young woman who is a missionary to Macedonia. If you don’t know, that’s Turkey today. I have not heard a word about her since the war began and the flood of refugees flowed out of Syria on their way to Europe.

I know a man who is a missionary in Thailand and living in the middle of a Muslim neighborhood. Death threats and the danger of kidnapping are an every day occurrence.

I know a man who is a Pastor at a small church in India. Last I heard from him, one of his friends was chained to the back of a car and dragged until he disappeared because he dared to share the Gospel Jesus Christ.

I know of a woman who was abandoned in a Korean landfill at the age of 4. She survived and today shares her story in churches here in America.

I know of a young woman who was never able to take selfies, ‘hang with friends or go to a dance because she was being held captive by a madman and abused repeatedly for years.

The next time worship runs a little bit too long for you, and you get all hacked off because you will be late for lunch – shut up, Weenie.

The Little Engine That Can’t

Steam

This old photo is of a steam powered tractor. When it was invented, it replaced a team of ten horses. One hundred years later another tractor, diesel, replace several dozen of the steam powered variety.

The photograph itself, born of film and chemicals, is witness to the frailty common to everything Man builds. Time changes them. They break down, need parts, grow obsolete. Atrophy claims them and they turn to dust.

The problem is not just with machines. The medicines Man develops don’t last. New viruses and diseases are being announced almost every week, and pharmaceutical companies are developing newer medicines to treat those diseases. Most have side-effects you don’t want to hear about. One will cure your migraine headache, but the next morning you wake up with your prostate lying on the floor beside the bed.

Not good.

The exception to atrophy. God’s word never changes, never falters, never quits.

” My son, give attention to my words; incline your ear to my sayings. Do not let them depart from your eyes; keep them in the midst of your heart; for they are life to those who find them, and health to all their flesh.” Proverbs 4:20-22

“Health to all [your] flesh.”

That means no side-effects. You like your prostate, you can keep your prostate. Plus, you can keep your co-pay.

 

No More Tears

“The voice of weeping shall no longer be heard.” Isaiah 65:19

The prophet is speaking of a day when we shall look with eyes not dimmed by tears. Charles Spurgeon said it this way, “The glorified weep no more, for all outward causes of grief are gone. There are no broken friendships, nor blighted prospects in heaven. Poverty, famine, peril, persecution, and slander, are unknown there. No pain distresses, no thought of death or bereavement saddens.”

(Author sighed long enough to move half the air out of his study.) To Spurgeon’s thoughts I would add that we no longer hear the foolish ramblings of celebrities, the shouts of outrage from the Neo-Racists, nor are we afflicted with a biased media that could not spell “truth” using copy and paste. There are no politicians in heaven.

One hundred and twenty four years separate the mind of Charles Spurgeon from this Old Phart. The conclusion of his thought above is this: “They weep no more, for they are perfectly sanctified. No “evil heart of unbelief” prompts them to depart from the living God; they are without fault before His thrown, and are fully conformed to His image.”

Now that will be a day. There is only one Celebrity and to Him every knee will bow.

Want a taste of what that will be like. Consider this, there are no old people in heaven. Not one. We will all be young.

God’s Double Standard

I know a man who was going for a walk recently, and gnawing at a question the way a dog worries a bone with no meat on it. The problem with a meatless bone is there nothing to sink tenth into. Meaning, he was not seeing an answer. The man had been watching the news, witnessing corruption at the highest levels of government, seeing proof of dishonesty and collapse of integrity being shrugged off as if it were no more value than a phart in the wind.

Exasperated – a two dollar word that means the opposite of Matthew 6:34 – he finally just asked God what the question. “Do you hold Loretta Lynch to a different standard than you do me? Or Hillary Clinton? Or Barak Obama? Your word says, “The eyes of the Lord are in every place, keeping watch on the evil and the good,” so I know you see them. But do you measure them by a different standard?”

The still, small voice in the farthest room at the very back of the man’s mind spoke. “Yes.” Not the answer the man wanted to hear so he had to think about it. Understanding was a long time coming.

God’s Double Standard

Only one time in the gospels of Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John does Jesus use the pronoun “God”. Every other reference is “Father”.

One reference is to wrath and the other to compassion and acceptance. John defines one this way: “But as many as received Him, to them He gave the right to become children of God, to those who believe in His name.”

When God looks at America, He looks first to see those who belong to Him, His children, those who have their name written in the Lamb’s Book of Life. To those that are left, He uses a different standard. “What if God, wanting to show His wrath and to make His power known, endured with much longsuffering the vessels of wrath prepared for destruction.

Oopps.

Point is, God holds His children to a higher standard than He does the Walking Dead in Washington D.C. (At this point I will resist the temptation to use salacious rhetoric and make references to Lynch, Clinton, Obama – ad nauseam – being damned.)

 

Obama’s America

“Milwaukee TV station WTMJ-TV interviewed a black man on the street amid violence that gripped the city after a fatal police-involved shooting Saturday, and the man appeared to connect the unrest to a lack of assistance to the black community.

“It’s sad because, you know, this is what happen because they not helping the black community,” the unidentified man told the station on video, soon adding that “the rich people they got all this money and they not, like you know, try and give us none.” The Blaze

The “black community’s” first President has reinforced his foundation with entitlements gone to excess that the point that Uncle Sam has become Uncle Tom.

To make it worse, after doubling our national debt, destroying ties with Allies abroad, giving rise to the army of the Antichrist, the “black community’s” first President, has injected a new and improved racial venom into the veins of America. But when blacks attack whites, that isn’t racism, that’s protest. And it’s legal.

Hope and Change? Why give the “black community” anything? They will just start a protest and burn it all down. Maybe the rest of us should help them achieve their goals and burn their neighborhoods down for them?

The Fix Is In. Again.

“House Republicans have detailed perjury allegations against Hillary Clinton, citing the apparent conflict between her 2015 congressional testimony about her email practices and the FBI’s conclusions announced in July, according to a letter to the U.S. attorney for the District of Columbia.

“The four pieces of sworn testimony by Secretary Clinton described herein are incompatible with the FBI’s findings,”  House Oversight Committee Chairman Jason Chaffetz, R-Utah, and Judiciary Committee Chairman Bob Goodlatte, R-Va., wrote to U.S. Attorney Channing D. Phillips. “We hope this information is helpful to your office’s consideration of our referral.”

The Justice Department Assistant Attorney General for Legislative Affairs, Peter Kadzik, confirmed in an Aug. 2 letter to both committees they had the perjury investigation request and the department would “take appropriate action as necessary.” Fox News

Save a tree, don’t waste the paper. Loretta Lynch is Obama’s Batch and no investigation will be allowed to progress against the Heir Apparent to America’s First Throne. Hillary Clinton, her husband and daughter, their precious Foundation, cannot be touched. The long list of untouchables: Elijah Cummings, Eric Holder, Stephanie Rawlings-Blake, Marilyn Mosby, et-cetra. Do you see the pattern?

If America wants justice, integrity, and honesty in government again, get rid of the Bamacrats and toss Loretta Lynch out the door

Thirty Minutes Later

The garden was not Eden. That paradise was lost to the couple who stood nervously looking around, casting furtive glances at every shadow, at every shrub and tree. Silence and shadows were something unknown to them. They had always had the soft murmur of God’s voice with them.

Until now.

“That didn’t go so well,” Eve said, straightening the fur that God had given her.

“Didn’t go so well? Seriously? We just got evicted and you say it didn’t go so well? That was a disaster, Wife.”

“Oh don’t get your fur in a bunch, Husband. We didn’t die.”

“And will you say that when the wrinkles start filling your face and erasing your beauty? Will you say that when the cramps begin in a few days? Huhm? Don’t kid yourself, this is death, it’s just in slow motion. It’s called time and we have become its slave.”

“Yeah, well, accidents happen.”

“Accidents? You mean choices, don’t you? This is not funny. You sacrificed our lives and relationship with the Almighty for a bite of fruit. And that’s not the worst.”

“What’s the worst?”

“You are not the one that scripture will blame for this fiasco. Scripture will never say that through one woman sin entered the world. Never. NO! People will not say, “Oh look. There’s the loser Adam.” No. For you they will build shopping malls and nice restaurants and credit cards.”

“Don’t sweat it,” Eve said. “At least you will the NFL.”

Eve leaned her head as far as she could, trying to look down her own back. “Does this fur make my butt look big?”

A Fable. Not.

Once upon a time not long ago, the scuzzy demon Pelosi, wench to the underworld, stood basking in the destruction of the American Democratic System of Government. The object of her abject approval was the coronation of America’s first Queen. The greatest nation on earth, One Nation Under God, had been brought to its knees and was helpless against the invading armies of Mexica and South America and from the friends of terrorists, the Bamacrats. The liberal weapons of their warfare had proven to be too much for the Republic to withstand.

As the sulfur smelling Pelosi smiled, she heard the rustle of leather next to her, the sound of large wings folding. Turning she gasped with shock and fell to her knees before the Dark Emperor Obama himself.

“Rise, get to your feet Small One,” he said regally.

She did and rubbed affectionately at his shoulder. The barbed tail that followed him everywhere, the Department of Justice, slapped her between the shoulder blades, pushing her away.

“Oh great one, how did you manage to bring about such destruction?”

The High and Mighty smiled, beaming with pride. “It was done by having two tongues, Lie and Deny. Promise transparency and hide everything in plain sight. Poison the Rodeo Clowns in the media with the venom of race-baiting and no matter the truth, tell the story I want We-the-People to believe and it is done. I knew I had won when a celebrity like Will Smith says on camera that Trump supports should be purged from America and not one person batted an eyelash. But when Trump says 2nd Amendment supporters will take care of Hillary, there is outrage to shake heaven. That my evil friend is proof.

“The soul of man is wicked and desires the things of wickedness; lust of the eye, lust of the flesh and the pure hubris of power. Promise them baser things and they will bemoan immorality but thirst for its slaking power at the same time.”

“But the great deception. How did you convince millions that the Democrats, the same party that opposed Lincoln to his face and voted to keep slavery in America, were suddenly their friends and the only party to support?”

“ Fools,” the antichrist muttered. “We paid them, we gave them benefits, its mammon don’t you see?”

“But how did you overthrow a Republican majority in both the House and Senate?”

“With the help of decon-possessed across the aisle. We were helped by the likes of the Intractable John Kasich and that little babbling scamp Romney, and dozens of others who turned their back on the Republic.”

“Ingenious.”

“Indeed. Our candidate for President is a liar, a cheat, a woman willing to have people killed to get her own way, a woman so corrupt even I won’t trust. Yet the imbecilic who cast votes don’t even care.”

“Oh Great One,” Pelosi groveled, puckering up to kiss his behind, “If I may dare to ask one more question. How did you silence the Christians?”

The Evil One snapped his fingers. “Too easy. I simply created FaceBook. All the Christians sat down and started clicking “LIKE” instead of speaking up. The rest was easy.”

 

Another Old Phart

Watched a short interview on the news the other night, another old phart had reached the century mark. One hundred years old. Have noticed several of those sort of interviews in the last few months. One question the Talking Head – sarcasm-speak for On Air Reporter – will always ask is, “To what do you owe your remarkable longevity?”

Did some research and as it turns out, 9 out of 10 centenarians have a common denominator. The read the Bible daily. Butt – speaking of Talking Heads again – the news will not include that part of the answer.

“My son, do not forget my law, but let your heart [remember them]; for length of days and long life and peace they will add to you.” Proverbs 3

“But those who wait on the Lord Shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings like eagles, they shall run and not be weary, they shall walk and not faint.” Isaiah 40

Just a little FYI to end this, the whole longevity of eagles, that’s another story entire. Let’s just say they never die from stress or high blood pressure.