The Trip So Far

08/15/2018

The Order of Things

Filed under: Real Life Christianity — John Miltenberger @ 12:08

Even a cursory reading of the first chapters of Genesis give the reader ample evidence that God is an orderly Person. The creation is mute testimony of that fact, and we can clearly see that any rampant disorder translates to disaster, for disorder equates to rebellion.
Since we are a part God’s creation, and apparently the epitome of it, we too are subject to order, and we are expected to be in order with regard to the way we live and the way we relate to others, especially to God Himself. The problem? The problem with disorder usually occurs as we remain ignorant of it. Like a pile of dirty clothing in the middle of a room, it only becomes an issue when we finally “see” it. (my wife always helps me to “see” – one of her skills for sure!).
Disorder is one of mankind’s natural defaults ever since the Fall in the garden, and usually how we manage, or mismanage disorder becomes the way we live and view our lives. Bringing order out of chaos is one of God’s most notable characteristics. This is clearly seen in what happens in Genesis chapter one, right after it is stated, ‘the earth was without form and void.’ (Genesis 1:1), and immediately we see God’s Spirit bringing order out of the chaos. He will still do that, if we let Him.
It is no mystery that right before blessing, comes order. This is true within ourselves, our families, our workplaces and our churches. And it is no stretch to point out that one of the first things to happen when we seriously seek God for revival is the implementation of order in our own lives. It is not usually pleasant, but it is necessary.
As I stated earlier, disorder in all areas is not only our default position, but probably a cosmically recognized trademark of humanity. If advanced civilizations of Aliens really do exist, I’m sure they routinely talk about how disorganized and chaotic planet earth is. If not, I’d have to challenge just how ‘advanced’ their civilization is, for there can be no concrete advancement without it being laid on a foundation of order.
Nobody I’ve been in contact with recently has any real grasp of what “Revival” means in pragmatic terms. We use the word interchangeably with “(a) last great move of God”, etc., and their interchangeability perhaps testifies to our ignorance, but all of us want God to split open the heavens and come down and manifest His power.
The Apostle Paul told the Corinthians ‘ (his) speech and (his) preaching were not with persuasive words of human wisdom, but in demonstration of the Spirit and of power, that (their) faith should not be in the wisdom of men but in the power of God. (1 Corinthians 2:4,5). And that to me, is revival, and it is usually preceded by the implementation of order. I might point out that only after Solomon’s temple was finished, i.e.: in order, did God fill it with His manifold presence, and I think that’s a divine, timeless pattern.
As we draw closer to God in our corporate quest for ‘revival’, I believe we should welcome His attention to detail in our lives, as He seeks to put us in order. There is no need to bend God’s arms in our prayers so He will relent and send it; He wants to do that more than we want it, and His Son wants to return. He is not holding back because He’s one whine short of providing His answer – He’s waiting on us.

John

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08/05/2018

TDS? No Mystery Indeed

Filed under: Real Life Christianity — John Miltenberger @ 16:03

Since the election of Donald Trump last November I’ve heard increasing media coverage of what is fast becoming a clinical term: TDS, or Trump Derangement Syndrome. At first, the term was humorous to me, as I viewed it as simply a way of poking fun at a bunch of sore losers, but it’s not so funny anymore, as violence of all shapes erupts across America.
This morning, as my wife and I were talking about spiritual matters, it came clear to me that what we’re calling TDS is simply the unleashing of the spirit of hatred across our land. It is obviously a spiritual issue, because no logic can now account for the depth of this derangement.
Worse, I believe that we are labeling it TDS in the light of Trump’s presidency, for now, but this spirit will focus on somebody and something else once Donald Trump passes from the scene in our country, as indeed, all men will eventually pass. Then what?
The devil knows the times, and he probably knows end-time prophecy better than any of us, since for him, end-time prophecy is intensely personal. For many of us, what we call end-times prophecy is anywhere from a slight interest to an obsession, but for him personally it is indeed the end of all things – forever. And as someone once stated, “Forever in the wrong place is a long time!”
The spirit of hatred, now out of Pandora’s Box, can not be put back into the box, and it must be dealt with spiritually to be effectively dealt with at all. What’s more, the spiritual must be augmented by a physical practicality, to make any difference in our present world system, and for spiritual beings like the Church should be full of, this struggle will continue unabated until the return of Jesus Christ.
Having said all that, I’m increasingly struck by how helpless the Church seems at this juncture in history, at least in America. We’re captivated by news headlines, immersed in the current societal plunge into depravity and exploited by lies on every front. We even struggle to be genuine with each other, even while we preach on the ‘unity of believers’. I wonder, have we even begun to fight this cosmic demonic tsunami in any way approaching reality?
As the Bitmoji label says, “The struggle is real”. When will we know it, accept it as it applies to every person, and begin to organize our army into an effective fighting unit? Only God can take us there, but He won’t take us there until we give up our Bystander Credentials and sign on as the real spiritual warriors we’ve been created to be. For…..
Once “TDS” has passed into ancient history, the hatred will still be loosed, for the targets may change but the spirit of hatred is not going away with our headlines. It is the manifestation of one of the devil’s last moves, and the Church united is the only real hope we have.

John

07/26/2018

What If?

Filed under: Real Life Christianity — John Miltenberger @ 08:51

I have a humble job. On the surface, it doesn’t seem that earth shaking; I don’t have a podium to work from and I’m fairly certain I’m not reaching the nations. Some days I really do wonder if anything I do matters. Can you relate?
I work and I go to church. In between those activities I am at home. Pretty simple. I don’t have any time consuming hobbies or interests to speak of, and I pray when I get bored enough to stop eating. But this morning I had a random thought (warning: watch out for those!): What if this little life I’ve described is all there is for me?
At first I was saddened, thinking that so many of my dreams would remain unfulfilled, but then there was a second thought: “Perhaps this actually is my ‘ministry’”. Perhaps all this time, while I’ve been praying and waiting for the ‘glory cloud’ in my future to appear, I’ve been waiting for something I already have.
It’s a heart issue.
Everything I see and most of what I know and experience has to do with things that are impermanent. They’re all passing away, every one of them, including me, and they do more of it every day. The other day I saw some early morning jogger, and the thought occurred to me: “Just how important is it to go to hell healthy?” It’s all impermanent. And unless I can find a way to transcend the glaring impermanence all around me, what really matters?
It’s a heart issue.
In the very bowels of this impermanence, I need to find a way to focus my heart, soul, mind and energy, or what’s left of it, on something permanent. I need to attach the anchor of my spiritual person onto a rock of eternal value – something that will never decrease; something that will never suffer diminishment.
His name is Jesus, and He is strictly a heart issue. And He’s the One I serve when I get up before dawn to go to my humble job. He’s the One I cling to when I hear the voices tell me how unimportant my little life is, and how nothing I do really matters. Because whatever I do, no matter how seemingly insignificant at the time, if I am serving Him when I do it – guess what? It does matter, and it matters forever.
I am functioning in the very ministry Jesus gave me, but only if I do it for Him.

John

07/13/2018

Self Esteem

Filed under: Real Life Christianity — John Miltenberger @ 06:39

“Ignorance has its own rewards.”

I used to take a certain amount of pride in debunking the topics du jour in our society, and one of the most visible was Self Esteem. I remember when the hippies (the real ones) were trying to “find themselves”, and I poked a lot of fun their way. I still think that many of them simply smoked themselves into comfortable delusions, but later in life, as I gradually lost my own way, I began to see things differently.
At some point in life, probably determined by our circumstances, we naturally begin to wonder how and where we fit into the universe. Simple questions like, “Why do I exist?”, haunt us with increasing frequency. Sadly, unless we get on to the right path, we do our own version of ‘smoking ourselves into comfortable delusions’, and often, one of the first hits we take is in the area of self esteem.
Boiled down, self esteem can’t be put in context if we focus on ourselves. Too many comfortable compromises will keep our understanding of it too flexible to pin down. Only as we first learn, and choose, to esteem God above all, will any true idea of self esteem be available to us. True self esteem can only rightly spring from God’s esteem of us, and not the other way around, and as we accept the fact that God chose us before we chose Him, only then will we acquire the right path to it.
Speaking candidly, I see myself as exceptionally unexceptional. That’s no way to acquire healthy self esteem. But when I accept the fact that God chose me, any avenue to negative self esteem closes off. Sure, we all fail God and ourselves, and if we’re honest we do it a lot, but the God Who chose us first never fails, never falters, never makes mistakes and best of all, is never surprised.
He is always better than we should be, but through Christ Who came in human flesh, not so removed that He cannot intimately identify with our weaknesses. Remember, knowing all about us before we ever knew about ourselves, God still chose us to belong to Him. We are chosen to be His special possessions. I don’t really understand the sense of that, but I don’t have to. What I do have to do is accept it as fact, otherwise I become a perpetual orphan contesting adoption because I feel I’m not good enough.
As imperfect as all of us are, and some more or less than others, we are all in the same boat, so to speak. Some ride in the bow, some ride in the stern and many ride in the middle, but we are all in the same boat. We row, He steers (if we let Him). The pilot always knows the way.
And as He esteems us, so should be esteem ourselves and each other.

John

05/09/2018

It’s Not “Just A Job”

Filed under: Real Life Christianity — John Miltenberger @ 16:51

About an hour ago I was talking with an acquaintance and fielding some simple questions about my job. I’m not going to divulge the context except to say my friend was correct, within his own limits, when he stated, “After all, it’s only a job.” I totally understood (in “modern” parlance, “TOTALLY..”), but I took exception.
Sure, I’m doing a “job”, but for a Christian person, any job, no matter the scope or importance (or lack of importance), is a manifestation of how we serve Jesus Christ while we are on earth.
My friend meant no disrespect, but that said, I believe something should be said – especially since most of us professing Christians claim to know it already.
In 1985 it was my privilege to work with Overland Park Officer Deanna Rose. She died while still a rookie, by most accounts, but in my brief memory of her it would be difficult for me to find a young person with such a humble, serving character as Deanna, and today, thirty-three years later, it is even more rare.
Yes, it’s personal for me; you see, I would have been her closest backup on that midnight shift, and might very well have backed her just because I could – except it was my night off. I’m not saying I would have made a difference; I’ll never know, but if I had been with her on that routine traffic stop, I might have, and it haunts me to this day.
I can say this with complete conviction: If you carry a gun and are sworn to protect helpless people, and actually take the oath seriously, you’ve already potentially given up your life. Live with that! And in today’s ever increasingly violent world, for those so sworn there is no “end of shift”. And this is even more true for those who want to try it without a gun. In my opinion, you are more ignorant than brave, but that’s just my opinion.
I’m including a link I found on Google concerning the death of Officer Deanna Rose. To those millennials now trying to reach some kind of maturity while video-gaming, her name means either nothing at all or just a farmstead in Overland Park. With the link is a photo of Deanna, and that’s exactly how I remember her looking the night before she died.
In summing up I’ll say this: It’s a darned good thing that Jesus didn’t think of His role of Messiah as a “job”. If He had, He may have missed His own crucifixion due to having a night off.

http://www.kansascity.com/news/local/community/joco-913/overland-park-leawood/article21410928.html

John

05/04/2018

Regrets

Filed under: Real Life Christianity — John Miltenberger @ 17:14

I’ve been told by those professing to know, that once Jesus has forgiven us our sins, we should have no more regrets, and I respectfully, but strongly disagree. It’s almost like saying that once we know how to row a boat, we should never have to remember how to swim. What I do agree with is that, and with many other things, regret should never rule us, but I’m not going to be afraid of it as long as it doesn’t.
There are infrequent times when I fall into regret. And for those brief moments it’s like falling into a hole that gets darker and darker. The healthy part of it is, I know it’s a brief trip, and there is light at the end of the tunnel.
I’ve already lived through most of today, and the waters have been calm, but a few minutes ago, as I was praying, I realized I missed my dog, and with the realization, regret flooded over me and I could feel myself break inside. I reminded God that He gave Max to me, and I asked Him to take care of him until we can be together again. I know, sounds pretty maudlin, but I’m just telling the truth without shame – can you identify?
Then I began to miss my mom and dad (and I’m thankful to know they’re with God right now), and I began to seriously regret how I took them both for granted, and in effect, rejected them for most of my life. And in fact, it was only after they both were gone that I realized what a lifelong jerk I had been to them…and I regret realizing that only after nothing of my history with them could be changed.
I remember with an unending awe how my mom and dad never, ever stopped loving me. Why, O why, was that so offensive to me at the time? And to this day I’ve never been able to understand their unquenchable love. They loved me just as God loves me…in spite of my glaring shortcomings and offenses without number – they just loved me, and I’m sure they still do. Only now, I have to ask God to be my mediator, and tell them how I finally realized what it must have cost them to never give up on me. Only Almighty God can create an adequate reward for that kind of love. And right now I’d give up all of my tomorrows to spend an afternoon with my mom and dad, all three of us playing with my dog!
You know, I think that without some healthy level of regret, it’s difficult to be grateful. It’s difficult to be grateful for the light unless you’ve lived too long in darkness. Jesus, of course, said it best: “He who is forgiven much, loves much.” But with no memory of the sting of regret, we risk undervaluing His forgiveness, and the incredible hope that can flood our souls with that knowledge.
I look back on the course and length of my life, and it is with a jolt that I realize I’m now an old man. My body has to lean on God’s incredible grace more every day just to make it into the next one. When I was much younger, and entrenched in my “jerk years”, I had this sense I was somehow entitled to a long life, but I’m proclaiming today what a lie that is! Better men than myself, through no fault of their own, never made it a full twenty five years. Life is a gift, and I sincerely hope whoever reads this understands the intensity I write that with, while they still can.
But thank God this world, as it now is, is passing away, and the longer we live the less reason we have to be firmly attached to it. I for one, want to play with my dog again, and laugh with my mom and dad.
They are, I suspect, among that ‘great cloud of witnesses’, and I’m proclaiming for all of heaven to hear – if I could be half the man my dad was while he was on the earth, I’ll finish well.
God bless you today – I hope you finish well too.

John

04/04/2018

Always A Crossroads

Filed under: Real Life Christianity — John Miltenberger @ 12:44

Every new day I’m aware that once again I’m at a crossroads. In a broad sense, all of life is little more than a series of them, some large and imposing and some not so imposing, but I’ve learned that some of the smallest of these are the most important.
When I was eight years old I told my dad I would be living in Colorado someday. I’m sure he let the declaration pass without comment, but fifty years later I was living in Colorado. And during the interim, whenever mountains were mentioned I thought of Colorado. Other states have mountainous regions, but for me, only Colorado had “mountains”. And it, and they, were home to me for twelve years. But like life, and unbeknownst to me, only for a season.
When I moved to Colorado, I moved for the rest of my life. I remember stating that I would never go back east. I cursed the state of Kansas as it disappeared in my rear view mirror just as I had once cursed Missouri, and I welcomed Colorado with open arms and open heart. But after twelve short years, I was to learn a valuable lesson up close and personal: Home is where your heart is…and if it’s with Jesus, nothing else is permanent. Many of those living in the mountains call them “God’s country”, and I know what they mean, as the beauty is stunning. But mountains without God’s presence are only rock piles, and that was a painful revelation to me.
Several years ago, my wife and I made what appeared to be a rather insignificant decision when we decided to drive east and visit a church in Missouri, of all places. We had become spiritually empty, but we were holding out hope for a sumptuous meal to arrive at our Colorado church, and as we decided to make the trip, we did not see or guess God’s hand in it. We didn’t know how desperately hungry we really were until our visit! In fact, the church we visited was too good, and it ruined our desires for anything less. We had some interesting conversations on our way home after our visits, for the one visit quickly became habit forming.
I think God was telling us that He had a place for us in Missouri, but when He first began to make a way for us, we decided He just wanted us to relocate within Colorado. How silly of us to assume God’s plans were as unvisionary as our own! As we tried in vain to move within our home town, one door after another was slammed shut in our face, and the last one to slam was the door of our church. Finally we realized, although it took us both most of our lives to live in Colorado, it had moved out on us! It was no longer home! Crazier still, Missouri was! And that’s one of the short versions of how I ended up where I began, so many years ago.
One of the many lessons we’ve learned in all of this is that God is very much able to change our hearts if we’re willing to let Him do it. He’s not as rigid as we are; all of it is His property, after all. All of it is ‘God’s country’, but only if we allow it. Believe me, two years ago I never thought I’d be calling Missouri home in another million years, but I am! But for how long?
As His children, we have a holy obligation to let God be the boss. I’m home in Missouri as of today, but He’s the boss, not me, not us. The people in our church are much more of a family than any blood relatives. God chose them for us to be our family, and we have family obligations. And as we do our best to fulfill those obligations God considers it worship, for indeed, obedience is a practical form of worship. But for all of us, time is inhabited as a window, or a doorway. As someone once said, “Everything has a life span.”
There is a piece of my heart that will always be home in Colorado, but the rest of me is home where God has placed us. I don’t know where we’ll finish our days, but I’m confident that the Boss will see we finish on time and at the right place.
I still love the mountains, but the honeymoon is over, and like Moses, I can now say, “If you don’t go with us, we’re not going.”

John

03/30/2018

Parenting Per Bears

Filed under: Real Life Christianity — John Miltenberger @ 10:49

3/28/2018

Increasingly I risking being considered the dog that barks too much due to many of my posts. But what are my other choices? I could compromise my view of God and His principles in order to appear more centrist to any readers out there, I could just plain lie, in order to gain Facebook “friends”, or I could continue on telling the truth as I see it plainly revealed in the Word of God. Those choices considered, in the light of eternity and the reckoning to come for us all, I’ll happily choose the third option
I know that what I write, I intend to write primarily for God’s use, and I’m accountable to Him, not any readership. I also recognize that too often, too much of myself gets involved in what I write, and those are pieces that fade away, most often after my own reconsideration and by my own hand. Sometimes the piece itself is well-constructed and well written, but carries the wrong spirit, and God has high standards, Kingdom standards, in fact. In this life, perfection is elusive, but that is no excuse for not trying to reach it, and it’s in the trying that God is honored.
Today I wanted to briefly address the issue of modern parenting, as I’ve observed it in the small sample of parents I’ve seen for myself. Reading the news headlines regarding the incredible ignorance of the masses of youth in this country, who have been spoon fed by what we’ve mislabeled “public education” for at least three decades, the most obvious conclusion is that these lemmings were not born that way, they were made that way. And I lay the blame for that not on the schools, not even on the churches, although both are complicit in the crime for sure; I lay the blame on parents. Or perhaps that should increasingly be “parent”.
So far, and that’s a far piece this year, the best parent(s) I’ve seen I’ve seen in the woods of Colorado. I’m speaking of bears. How many parenting skills could they teach us if we would only learn? The mother bears never shy away from smacking their kids, and they hit hard. They could hit a lot harder, but their aim is to train their cubs up so they might be able to thrive in their environment, and to do that, they must be instructed on how to live – and quickly. A stupid cub is a dead cub. It’s always been that way.
Bears seem to love their offspring, and they’ll not hesitate a second to defend them from real or perceived threats. But sometimes their love is openly displayed in quick and painful training, because they have the God-given sense to know that a lesson learned without pain, is most often a lesson not learned at all. And the cubs don’t have to wait for “your father to get home”, as with bears, he is no longer welcome at home anyway.
The final outcome of this “abusive” upbringing has always been another generation of good bears. The weak, and the ones recalcitrant in their lessons, never seem to survive long enough to get much older anyhow. Just as an aside, bears that grow big enough to try and abuse their parents don’t continue to live and rule the roost from their parent’s basement – instead they are put out on their ears without discernable delay, and without visible remorse or appeal. And those bears either put to use the lessons they painfully learned in their youth, or they die in their ignorance. But I guess bears never read any Dr. Spock books, and that’s probably the one reason we still have ‘good bears’.
Most good parents today, indeed a vanishing breed, have kids no one ever notices because of bad behavior. The kids are obedient and confident in themselves, and they exhibit the increasingly rare trait of having respect for their parents, and by extension, the authority figures they encounter as they grow up.
Several other things distinguish them from the common childish rabble on our streets today – they know how to think for themselves, and they don’t need some Institutionals to tell them what to think. Most of these kids have been rooted and grounded in the truth, either directly or indirectly derived from God’s Word. And yes, it is “truth” as expounded by their parent(s), and that too is God’s way within the generational progression openly taught in the Bible. The last time America was really great, we were honestly a “Christian” nation, and God’s Word held sway in the land, and it is only as we have decided to depart from it that we’ve run amok.
You can get a real education just by watching kids, for their behaviors will teach you more than you may want to know about their parents. If they show disrespect, either by open rebellion or lack of common obedience, it is because those behaviors are tolerated in their homes. All disrespect and disobedience casts seeds, seeds fertilized by our society, itself out of control.
Personally, I’d like to see today’s parents treat their kids more like today’s bears treat their cubs. Sometimes love carries a big stick, and sometimes, to be real love, it has to.
Proverbs 13:24 says: ‘He who spares his rod hates his son, but he who loves him disciplines him promptly.’ As long as the rod is swung in love, we could spawn a generation of ‘good bears’, if we dare to swing it at all.

John

Towards or With?

Filed under: Real Life Christianity — John Miltenberger @ 05:49

In the last several days I’ve been percolating thoughts about the topic of love. Sometimes, as in this case, someone will say something that will get lodged in the back of my brain and just quietly cook back there until it re-emerges days later as food for my heart. Interesting how we’re made! And some days ago someone made a comment in my hearing about being in love with God. At the time I heard it, what they said hit me sort of crosswise, and began to cook back in my cranial kitchen, only to emerge today as I drove to work, and I’m giving you what I have in the hopes you may want to cook it for yourself.
I love many things. I love my car, my house, my neighborhood, my favorite jeans, and so forth, but I’m in love “with” my wife. Biblically, I can even love your wife, but it is deep sin to be in love “with” her. Why? Because “With” is a covenant term, and implies a reciprocal arrangement. My car doesn’t love me, and my house definitely does not, but I can be in love with my wife because our relationship is reciprocal; it is love inside a covenant framework.
Religion would tell us to love God. In other words, practice loving (towards) Him in what we do or say, but true religion is a “with” love, because we love Him knowing He loves us back, and because we are in covenant with Him. To be in love with God is vastly better than just loving Him, because when we are in love with Him, He’s free to reveal Himself more fully to us, as our joint covenant-based relationship matures for both covenanters. Reference the “special” relationship God had with Moses – their covenant matured for both of them.
And yes, covenants should mature and develop like film used to be developed, which brings up another point I just now had: film used to be developed in the dark, signifying an intimacy; the mature photo was then displayed in the light, and that’s what church life is all about. Our intimacy with God should develop into life we can then share with other’s in our church – that is fellowship, i.e., shared life.
As members of God’s family, we should consider becoming in love with Him, not simply towards Him. This week, we will hear a lot about how God loved us and sent Jesus to us, and our understanding of that is foundational to our being willing and able to love God, but I would question whether it is enough of a relationship on our end to get us through the storms that will come to each of us. Like I said earlier, I love my car, but it may not survive the bad times in the next intersection. But if my car were able to love me in return for my love, and we were in covenant together (with each other), I could trust we’d get through it all somehow, and I could have faith and trust that we would.
Right now, in this brief life, we are always in the intersection. If we are in love with God, enforced and kept intact by our blood covenant with Him through His Son, we will someday look back from the other side of the intersection and praise Him for getting us through it.
While Christians should practice love and be loving to others, they are only free to be “in love” with God and others through a shared covenant. Being “in love with” is a foundational covenant statement. Today I’m in love with God. How could I even begin to be unthankful?!
And that’s where I am in my journey today. I sincerely hope it helps you as you travel on your own journey.

John

03/25/2018

A Perspective

Filed under: Real Life Christianity — John Miltenberger @ 07:36

In order to arrive at inconvenient truth, one must utilize inconvenient facts, and here they are, just in time for our annual Easter blowout in America:
Just dealing with the 44 years since 1973, when abortion was made legal and federally funded (your tax dollars at work!), and using the biblical 360 day year…the reported almost 60,000,000 babies we’ve murdered in this country alone amounts to a staggering 3788 murdered babies PER DAY! By my math, that’s 2.6 murders PER MINUTE, which only works if we have Planned Parenthood clinics open 24 hours every day; double per minute if we work with 12 hour workdays in the clinics.
Granted, these are just raw estimates (raw=intended pun), and I suppose we good Christians can take solace in the admitted percentage of error, but let’s shift to the headlines of our day…
One of the ongoing, front-page headlines that is thrust upon us every day is the horrible specter of “gun violence”. I have to question whether it’s even an important issue at all when I set it against 3788 babies ripped to shreds and extracted in bloody pieces from their mother’s bodies – every day. What if we had school/church shootings at the rate of 3788 victims per day? Now that would be “gun violence” indeed! Why at that rate, not enough students would be left at the end of the year to even begin a decent protest!
Why do we hear so much about “gun violence” while hearing almost nothing about “abortion violence”? Well, an abortionist recently reported she cut the vocal cords of the babies she murdered – so they could not scream! That might account for some of the lack of noise, but only in the clinics, not the headlines.
The fact is that guns make better headlines than dead babies, even as gun laws abound throughout our country. Of course, no matter what laws are passed, one can’t become a criminal by definition unless one is completely willing to violate those laws…but who would dare do that?
The very same people raising their voices in protest about gun control in this country are in many cases, the same lobby that advocates the destruction of helpless human babies at the rate of 3788 per day! So what’s all the gun fuss really about? These protesters aren’t against violence at all, just the kind that helps America remain free. They are ignorant shills of the globalist cabal that absolutely must disarm America in order to conform us to all the other cabal-controlled countries in this increasingly globalist world. Meanwhile, “free” America is freely murdering 3788 babies per day!
One doesn’t have to claim a prophetic mandate to prophecy where the sins of this country will take us, and soon. Even Donald Trump can’t successfully redefine what this nation stands for and becomes, because when his window of time shuts, we will face our Maker in judgment, and do we really believe that the Judge of all the world will give His Christians a pass, as they continue to give a pass to the clinics that quietly kill our young?
It has taken me a total of about 30 minutes to write this piece; by my math, 78 babies were ripped apart while I wrote it.
If you didn’t like this piece, ask yourself this: Do you think I liked writing it? Okay, how about this…my math skills have always been horrible, so do your own. Are my figures correct, and even if the truly accurate figures are a lot different than mine, are they any morally better?

John

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