The America That Was

(For my American friends)

Are we just going to shake our heads and just let it all be stripped away? God will only give up on America if his church does.

What kind of a nation are we? I may be an idealist, but I face my family and my God and proudly say, I am an American and a God fearing man, and the America I stand for and have known is one that must stand and will only stand so long as her God is the Lord.

And right now we are standing on shaky legs, but we still stand, we must stand.

I want my kids and grandkids to live in the kind of country that I was blessed to grow up in, living up to the ideals that were instilled in me by my parents and my teachers. An America where, for the most part, no one cared what color you were, we all did our best to get along and give one another a fair shake, where character was truly what mattered.

A country where a dollar was worth a dollar, where you kept the wages you earned, and the harder you worked, the more you could earn. And those who truly needed help were cared for by those who were able, and because they wanted to. A country where men were men and women were women and both were valuable and respected, different but equal.

Where what you did in your bedroom was no one’s business but yours and the rest of us were not forced to not just have to hear about it, but to condone and support it.

Where marriage was sacred, family was important, churches were full and not only left to worship as they saw fit, but were respected and influential parts of the community.

Where everyone rallied around the flag and the anthem knowing that they stood for a country that had flaws and had made mistakes but that she was always striving to improve and live up to the founding ideals that had made her the most prosperous and powerful country on the face of the earth in just two centuries, whose people, left to create, explore, innovate and reach for the sky had reached the sky— the sky and the moon.

And whose farmers were feeding the world and whose technology brought us out of darkness and improved the lives of all mankind.

I want my grandkids to know the kind of country I knew where you could speak your mind, even if no one agreed with you, and not be beaten, shouted or shut down. Where the Holy Scriptures were the standard against which truth and wisdom were measured and Jesus was still allowed and welcomed in school, in the halls of government and in the public square.

Where all people were considered equal, with an equal chance to succeed or fail, where right was right and wrong was wrong and no one was afraid to say so. Where we had compassion for all peoples but looked especially to caring for our own first and the moto of our armed forces, that no man would ever be left behind, was the motto of this nation and a creed we would die for.

A nation where women and children came first and men were respected and encouraged to be strong, to pray and to exemplify the Father in heaven. Teaching their sons to be men, to be gentlemen, their daughters to be ladies and to accept nothing less than respect and chivalry from the men in their lives. Expecting a ring and a vow before giving away their greatest treasure—themselves.

I want my kids and grandkids to live in the America I once thought I knew, where we are all just left alone to be who we were created and called to be. Where the Constitution that was written to prevent tyrants who would deign to rule over us from stripping us of our God given rights to be free is still the law of the land, and where justice is dispensed equally to all no matter their position or station and was based on the law of God.

Where the ten commandments still adorn the courthouse walls and freedom is mine to defend and cherish, and so is my and my families lives and livelihood if need be. I want a country whose God is the Lord and all are free to disagree but not to displace our God or his people.

I want my kids to know that we are blessed as a nation because we bless Israel, and defend her as God’s people even when all the world comes against her, which they will the moment we are gone.

I desperately love this nation, I desperately love my God, and I will not stop fighting for either. I am an American Christian, and I do not lay down and roll over. Like the rattle snake, I will not strike first, but I know the power that is within me when I am forced to defend myself.

And it is ours not just to defend, it is ours to proclaim and assert the victory that Jesus won. Enough of the enemy’s lies.

28 The commander answered, “With a large sum I obtained this citizenship.

And Paul said, “But I was born a citizen.

29 Then immediately those who were about to examine him withdrew from him; and the commander was also afraid after he found out that he was a Roman, and because he had bound him. Acts 22

It’s time we break our bonds of fear, timidity and passivity, and put the fear into him.

Don’t tread on me.

No weapon formed against you shall prosper, And every tongue which rises against you in judgment You shall condemn. This is the heritage of the servants of the Lord, And their righteousness is from Me,” Says the Lord. Is 54:17

To hear the podcast of the message this came from click the link below:
https://anchor.fm/dan-swaningson/episodes/Dont-Tread-on-Me–full-message-e17tru1

All my brothers and sisters outside of the USA who follow me, and I know you are many, please pray for us, and forgive us for the times we fail you. Those of us who love Jesus love you as well!

Rebels?

The world, our leaders, our culture, is in rebellion against everything good that is from God and the feel good Christianity of yesterday will not survive in a world that no longer feels good.

Like it or not, we are in a war.

 Let no one deceive you in any way; for that day will not come unless the rebellion comes first and the lawless one is revealed, the one destined for destruction. He opposes and exalts himself above every so-called god or object of worship… 2 Thess 2:3—4

You must trust the Lord you know, you must be equipped and you must be determined—knowing that the victory is ours only too claim, but claim them we must.

We must give those standing on the side of the man of lawlessness a run for his money like he never expected. The true church must not go quietly into the night never to be seen again, we must fight until the last trumpet sounds.

The enemy is awakening a sleeping giant and he is being warned; Don’t tread on me.

Because we are citizens of no mean city.

Revolution

“Don’t tread on me.”That expression comes from the revolutionary war that birthed this nation. I have been thinking a lot about that Revolution in the last couple of years.

One of the benefits of having grown up in a day when they still taught history is that I know a lot about the founding of this great and blessed nation, having instilled in me as a child a realization and an awe of how unique and extraordinary this country truly is. And I am an avid history buffI know the good the bad and the ugly. The good always prevails in the end, which is what makes us so.

I know that this nation is and has been extremely blessed. And I believe it is because it was founded on Godly principles, principles that are spelled out in our founding and governing documents as unalterable and undeniable truths. All of them based on and premised with the simple yet radical notion, as far as governance is concerned,  that all men are created equal and endowed by their creator with certain unalienable rights, among them life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness.

The Constitution codifies those rights and the bill of rights enumerates those rights. All of them based on God’s laws and principles, the God of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob.

But this didn’t just happen. Our founding fathers did not just wake up one day in a vacuum, free of all outside restrictions and regulations and say “Hey, let’s start a country where everyone is free to be who they want to be, to worship God when and where they choose and benefit from the fruit of their own labors free from fear and oppression.

No, they had to fight, to shed blood—they had to rebel against their own government. A notion which terrifies any tyrannical government and why they must disarm, disband and dishearten any people who may have such a notion.

This is why they must control any religion that teaches and propagates such notions.

Our founders knew this which is why the Whitehouse was open to all, the right to bear arms and to assemble were codified into our laws, and why our first president refused to serve for more than 8 years and citizens chose people from among themselves to represent us in this republic of free men, to serve and answer to those people, lest anyone think of themselves as any better than anyone else.

How far we have fallen. The Whitehouse is a militarized zone, we seem to have a ruling class who never goes away and despises the laws which hinder them from controlling us.

At what point is enough enough, and we stand up on our hind legs and say no more, don’t tread on me!? As those brave men and women did, not so long ago as the history of nations go, and whom we once held as heroes but now whose names and statues we watch being torn down.

I’m not advocating a bloody revolution, I’m just pondering the mindset of a God fearing people who saw fit to stop submitting to what they deemed an ungodly and oppressive rulership and threw off the reigns of oppression, and were blessed as a result—blessed immensely.

And how far we have fallen as a people from those ideals, from godly principles, and from a government who cherished and respected those principles, our founding documents, and why we have allowed it to happen. And I wonder how much longer we will remain in God’s favor.

We have blood on our hands, the blood of those we have failed, and those who gave their lives for that which we now snub.

Gadsden Flag

Early on in that struggle which birthed our nation, we had several different flags to represent a people who struggled to break free of the tyranny of a King who had little regard or respect for the hicks on the other side of the ocean.

One of those was what is known as the Gadsden Flag. A flag which expressed the heart of those who longed to be left alone to live their lives and raise their families in peace, and to pursue the dreams the Lord put on their hearts.

When Benjamin Franklin saw the flag that the Continental Army’s fledgling Navy had adopted as their battle flag he was duly impressed. He would tell his friend General Gadsden, speaking of the of the Rattle Snake, a uniquely American animal that he deemed perfect to represent the Americans:

“She never begins an attack, nor, when once engaged, ever surrenders: She is therefore an emblem of magnanimity and true courage.”…”but their wounds however small, are decisive and fatal:—Conscious of this, she never wounds til she has generously given notice, even to her enemy, and cautioned him against the danger of stepping on her.—Was I wrong, Sir, in thinking this a strong picture of the temper and conduct of America?” —Benjamin Franklin

Does this still hold true? What kind of a nation are we? I may be an idealist, but I face my family and my God and proudly say, I am an American and a God fearing man, and the America I stand for and have known is one that must stand, and will only stand, so long as her God is the Lord.

I will not relent

And right now we are standing on shaky legs, but we still stand, we must stand.

Warrior’s Reward

Bottom line; We win!

Today’s blog will be short and to the point.

It takes no great insight to see that the world is in a state of chaos and turmoil right now. I’m not just talking political and societal, that is nothing new, although we are suddenly getting smacked in the face with it here in America where we have lived in relative peace and security until now.

I am talking about emotionally, relationally– spiritually. We all seem to be living on edge. As I write this a presidential election is about to take place that will determine the direction of our country, two radically different forms of government and economic philosophies being what is actually on the ballot. The future of the country and the church as we have known it are on the line. (Please vote!)

Even if we as a people should choose the conservative side and preserve what we have, the opposing side promises to riot, burn and loot-and they have proven they are up to the task.

We are still largely living under the thumb of a virus and the fear it’s presence has ginned up. The church and the rights we have enjoyed and taken for granted have been under blatant and outright attack and people, neighbors, families and even believers, can no longer have civil discussions as all who have an opinion that does not match your own are evil and must be destroyed. Thus we all live in fear of being attacked and cancelled from life.

And there seems to be no end or relief in sight. The long dark winter of our discontent is fully upon us and our eventual dissolution as a church and a free nation seems to be inevitable.

Except for, that one thing, that Jesus thing. We have promises, we have assurances, we have a recourse and most importantly-we have a hope.

We have a God who comes in the darkest nights, in the coldest winters, like a warrior come to rescue his children from the enemy just as the enemy thinks he has won. When all seems lost our God proves that he is indeed the Lord of Hosts and the King of Kings and no one and no thing can stand in his way or steal any of his precious lambs from his hand. He had time and again, and he will again.

The Lord goes forth like a soldier,
    like a warrior he stirs up his fury;
he cries out, he shouts aloud,
    he shows himself mighty against his foes. IS 42:13

So, hold your head up, keep looking to your redeemer, keep the battle cry on your lips and keep your sword sharp. Our redeemer lives, and so will we.

You will receive the warriors reward–a place to raise your family and live in peace where their will be no more suffering, no more tears and no more death.

So Jesus answered and said, “Assuredly, I say to you, there is no one who has left house or brothers or sisters or father or mother or wife or children or lands, for My sake and the gospel’s, who shall not receive a hundredfold now in this time—houses and brothers and sisters and mothers and children and lands, with persecutions—and in the age to come, eternal life.
Mark 10:29-30

Until then–remember you are more than a conqueror and no weapon formed against you will prosper.

As the Tongue Goes. . .

As the tongue goes—so goes the body-and the nation. Our words are so important and we see that over and over again in scripture. Our words have power, power to affect the heavens themselves through our prayers, blessings and curses; the power to affect the lives, hearts and souls of other people—and to affect who we are becoming and to make plain for the world to see, who we are.

As the tongue goes, so goes the rest of us. This lines up with what Jesus said, that out of the abundance of the heart the mouth speaks… But James is expanding on that a bit and telling us that not only does the mouth reveal what is in our hearts, it also dictates where the heart is going.

If you are speaking hate—you will have a heart full of hate. If you are speaking love, you will have a heart full of love. If you don’t speak at all, you will probably become bitter and hard because we were created to speak, to communicate freely with one another and with our God.

The measure to which we are who we are is immeasurably tied to what we have had communicated to us, and to what we have been allowed to communicate to others. Ideas, wisdom, lessons learned, questions that need answered, emotions that need addressed, hurts that need appeased and rights that need wronged, prayers—none of those can be transferred from one to another if we cannot speak to one another.

That amazing ability to do all of that is a huge gift to mankind and you could argue is what makes us human. But it is also a huge responsibility because the tongue is something we are all prone to lose control of. And it can get us into trouble pretty fast. With our tongues we can do great good, but our fallen nature often leads it to do great harm.

That word there, similitude, that just means we are created in God’s image, that we have attributes like the creator, among them— according to James here—is in the gravity and power our words hold. God created the world and all that is in it with his word and for better or worse, he gave us, as those created in is image, the ability to affect change with our words as well—to create or destroy, not on the same level as God obviously, but probably a lot more powerfully than any of us realize.

What do we do with that power? That’s the question.

Looking at that concept from a political and societal point of view, we are blessed to live in a nation that recognizes the importance and God given power of the words we speak. Our founders fought and died to ensure that we had, and retained, that right, as have many who have come after them.

One of the great constitutionally protected freedoms we enjoy as Americans and the very basis and mark of a free people is the freedom of speech, the right to speak our minds, to express our concerns, to criticize or boast about our leaders and each other, and to communicate our thoughts without fear of arrest or persecution from the law.

As with any freedom, the responsibility for the proper use of that freedom falls back on the one who exercises that freedom. I remember the late great Paul Harvey used to say, “With great freedom comes great responsibility.”

Do you all remember Paul Harvey? “Hello America, I’m Paul Harvey. Stand by for news!”

Up until a decade or so ago he did a morning and afternoon newscast every week day that pretty much the whole country listened to, and looked forward to listening to. Try to find a single newscaster today that you could get everyone in any work place to sit around a radio to listen to without someone being offended or storming out of the room while muttering obscenities.

Objective journalism and fair minded reporting and observation is a thing of the past—on both sides. And that’s the problem– we have all chosen sides. And those sides are far apart.

I just want to be on Jesus’s side, and on the side of freedom, because the first casualty of any lost freedoms always seems to be the freedom to think, move and speak as one would believe God wants him to.

That has always been the founding principle, and what the very notion of freedom is that this nation fought so earnestly for and enshrined in our charters from the Magna Charta to the Declaration of Independence to the Bill of Rights to the Emancipation Proclamation. The true definition of freedom is the freedom to be who we believe that God wants and destined us to be. And the freedom to fall short of that because of our own choices.

The freedom to verbalize the reasons behind what we do and think, to debate, teach and listen to various reasons and thoughts is truly an invaluable and necessary freedom for the health and advancement of the human condition.

Our founders were truly inspired by God to establish those rights for us as the basis for the freedom we have enjoyed. It is literally how the gospel has, and is, spread—freely speaking and teaching truth. Not always perfectly and unfortunately not always lovingly, but always freely. And everyone has had the freedom to argue with or reject the word as it was spoken by those who endeavored to teach it.


We, all of us who believe, get to choose whether we speak with the fire of the Spirit or spread the flames of hell’s fury and destruction. We get to choose whether we are fonts of fresh living water or whether we are spewing destruction. Those outside of Christ don’t really have that choice, they are woefully deceived and speak only the lies that the father of lies, the devil, has planted on their lips.

We have to counter that, we have to lead them to freedom by speaking the words of freedom. We must be springs of living water.

We must remember and realize that the world is not our enemy, the world is only deceived by the real enemy because we have stopped up our springs of living water, we have quenched the fires of the Spirit found in the word of God.

The voices of evil have gotten louder because the voice of the church has gotten quieter.

The hell fires burn hotter when the fire of the Spirit is quenched. Do not let that happen!