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.

Darkness Overcome

I love studying and pondering history, the paths that mankind has walked over the centuries as groups and nations have formed, reformed, and sought to survive in whatever environment they found themselves.

One of the things that always becomes obvious is how far and how fast nations and tribes moved away from the knowledge and ways of the creator and became consumed with darkness and superstition as demons and fleshly lusts filled the vacuums left in the hearts and lives of those who wondered away from God.

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They truly did end up in horrible and terrifying darkness. A darkness that left one to fear the dark, to fear the forests, to fear the sea, to fear the heavens and to look for omens above and below to dictate and foretell their fate, omens that were seldom good.

People paid homage to trees and rocks, animals and birds, told tales of strange creatures and spirits that would consume their flesh and enslave their souls. They lived in fear and paid dearly for the favor of those who claimed to have the ability to hear and manipulate those unseen powers—the shamans, the druids, the priests and the witches or whatever labels they claimed.

No doubt many of the tales our ancestors told of trolls and ogres, ghosts and goblins, curses and spells, witches and sorcerers, and on and on, were based on truth. Because the enemy was allowed—and even encouraged by we who were supposed to rule and subdue the earth—to run unabated and unleash whatever unholy terror he wanted on the crown of God’s creation, mankind, because we had turned our hearts away from him and given up our authority and protection.

But God never gave up on us, he had preserved a people, and a handful within that people, who kept clinging to the promises that one day the promised one would come and restore that which we threw away in the garden of Eden and had shunned ever since—a real relationship with the Creator, with our Father.

But now it has happened, the Son of God has come, a great light.

I don’t know about you, but I am real glad I am not trying to earn or fight my way into some ethereal beer hall, living in fear of the ghosts lurking in the dark corners and wondering what the sick twisted purpose of it all is as I draw ever closer to taking a dirt nap. The worst darkness of all has been chased away, the darkness in the heart. And we must never forget that; be grateful for that, and be passionate about sharing that.

Jesus is Lord of all and he is passionate about every person from every tribe, nation and tongue.

 And they sang a new song, saying:

“You are worthy to take the scroll,
And to open its seals;
For You were slain,
And have redeemed us to God by Your blood
Out of every tribe and tongue and people and nation,
 And have made us kings and priests to our God;
And we shall reign on the earth.” Rev 5
:9-10