Saturday, March 9, 2019

All That Glitters



This is from the blog Homeward Bound:

For the first nine years of my life I grew up in the ‘utopia’ some of the newly minted luminaries of politics are trying to shove down the gullets of an unsuspecting public here in the US. As such, not only do I have a frame of reference regarding Socialism, which is basically Communism without the force, I have ample reasons to detest both Socialism and it’s psychotic older sibling Communism with every fiber of my being.

Just in case some doe eyed innocent happens to be reading this, thinking to themselves that free stuff doesn’t sound so bad, let me break down what this nation will eventually, inevitably spiral into if we embrace the smallpox infected blanket known as Socialism. Sure it will keep you warm for a few months, but eventually it will be the thing that kills you.

Even a passing glance at the history of Socialism is enough to make people shudder if they’re honest with themselves. It’s like a Groundhog Day of human misery, with the same beginning, same middle, and same inevitable end each and every time.

It begins with a handful of inept but very vocal individuals, cloaking themselves in nobility, and promising equity and equality for all. No, there is no virtue in this handful of souls, there is no redeeming quality. They are pushing an ideology they have no intentions of abiding by, because in their minds, if they succeed, they will be the ruling class, and will not have to endure the indecency of eating their own pets for lack of food.

These are people who are self-aware enough to know that they just wouldn’t amount to much in the real world. They know their abilities or lack thereof, and realize that the best they could hope for is a middling existence, a run of the mill job like bar tending, and a life lived in quiet desperation. Socialism, to them, is their one shot at being something more than a nobody with crazy hair whose first real job was after the age of 40.

And so they target the most malleable of society, they exploit ignorance and poverty, and they commence the execution of their plans. Every good story needs a villain, and to the Socialists the villain is always the rich. Eat the rich, soak the rich, take from the rich because they don’t deserve to keep the stuff they earned! That, in a nutshell is the message.

What they fail to point out, and what every nation who has attempted Socialism has been confronted with is that eventually you run out of rich people to eat, and the definition of ‘rich’ gets broader, and broader, until if you have two chickens and someone else has one, you are rich, and by God, you have to pay your fair share!

And that’s where the dream turns into a nightmare. That’s where all the social engineering in the world just can’t make up for the fact that if you take the wealth of the rich and redistribute it to the poor, the rich will then be poor as well, and you have no one to take from anymore.

Imagine a pyramid. At first you tax only the ‘tippy top’ as the new Einstein of the Democrat party insisted, but after you tax the tippy top into insolvency, you have to start working your way down the pyramid in order to back-fill the money you need to provide for those ‘unwilling to work’.

So the tippy top becomes the not so tippy top, and with each cycle, the definition of rich gets watered down and diluted, because the coffers need to be filled anew, even though the misery index keeps rising.

By then it’s too late. Once a Socialist comes to power, their only purpose henceforth is to amass more power, and eventually, inevitably, when the people reach their breaking point and the enormity of what they allowed to transpire begins to sink in, the iron fist comes out, and any resistance is met with swift and definitive violence. 

With love in Christ,
Michael Boldea Jr.

The Brightest Bulbs
Venezuela Cursed Israel and became CURSED



Wednesday, March 6, 2019

A Discipline of Trial



This is from the blog A Word in Season:

“All my best friends despise me,
and those I love have turned against me”
Job 19:19


There are treasures hidden within our trials. There are pressings through which the lives of His Own must pass in order for the grapes to produce the wine of the Spirit. Job found himself in circumstances in which every associate, whether friend or family, had turned against him. He walked alone. Loneliness and desolation are difficult places to tread and yet ordained of God. Human comfort cannot be found. It is here as with Job we need the discipline of focus within our hearts. In his isolation he was brought down into the valley of despair and his faith in God is tested to its very foundation. Left without support he had to cast himself on the very power of faith itself. Like gold tried in the fire, like silver purified seven times, the master smith knows the depth and strength of each one of His children. He watches carefully as with Job to ensure our standing in Him.

These places are in reality the foundation of our wealth and standing in God. Those who have reached past the limit of their own resources have discovered His infinite supply. It is a supply which can only be discovered when we are at the end of our own. When we hold on in sheer trust in His character, without any visible sense of hope or power, we discover the wonder of true faith. God’s end in us is fruit; abundant fruit of such a nature that it fully reveals the truth and character of Christ Himself.

In our testings let us hold fast to Him who cannot lie, cannot disappoint and cannot fail! Even the grave itself must give way to the resurrection Life of Jesus.

“For thou, O God, hast proved us: thou hast tried us, as silver is tried. Thou broughtest us into the net; thou laidst affliction upon our loins. Thou hast caused men to ride over our heads; we went through fire and through water: but thou broughtest us out into a wealthy place.”
Psalm 66:10-12


The true wealth of a Christian is not in what they know but in the gold purchased in the fires through which they have walked (Revelation 3:18)

Brian Troxel

Tuesday, February 26, 2019

Unlikely Champions



This is from the blog Homeward Bound:

What does it say about the current crop of spiritual leaders when a billionaire playboy former reality television star turned president is more vocal about being pro-life than most of them? What does it say about the current state of the church when a man who is largely deemed as unsavory by the pearl clutching self-righteous among us, is more resolute in his defense of the unborn than those who ought to be their loudest defenders?

If the shepherds are too busy sheering the sheep and selling the wool to see that their flocks are being buffeted on all sides, then maybe, just maybe, the sheep ought to be grateful for the sheepdog standing between them and the wolves instead of pointing out how unseemly he looks, or how violent he acts.

In case you’ve never seen a sheepdog fight a wolf, the sheepdog can be just as vicious as the wolf, but one is trying to butcher the sheep while the other is doing his best to protect them. If we judge the viciousness without taking into account the intent, then all we will see is two animals tearing at each other, locked in a heated fight for supremacy. There is no moral equivalence between the wolf and the sheepdog. One is fighting to protect life; the other is fighting to snuff it out.

Sure, I would prefer for the shepherds to do their job and protect the sheep from the wolves, but since they seem to be too busy making sure they’ve got enough shekels squirreled away for ten lifetimes instead of keeping the sheep safe, I sure am thankful that the sheepdog is around, mangy and misunderstood as he might be. 

In case you missed it, the sheepdog threw down the gauntlet in no uncertain terms during his state of the union address, and asked congress to pass legislation prohibiting the late term abortion of babies who can feel pain in a mother’s womb.

Just when the wolves thought they could feast to their hearts’ content, just when they thought they’d routed the sheep while the shepherds were sleeping, here comes the orange haired sheepdog, and howls so boldly that it sets the wolves back on their heels.

Sometimes the champion we need doesn’t look like the champion we wanted, or what we imagined our champion would be. Instead of a strapping young preacher with a baritone voice and a penchant for quoting long dead philosophers, we get a 72-year-old man who is getting a bit soft around the middle, and has ample baggage from a life lived in the public eye.

Personally, I don’t care about the packaging. All I care about is whether or not he is willing to stand between the sheep and the wolves, and give as good as he gets. I am utterly mystified that there are still some within the church that expect a fight to the death to be G rated, absent claw marks and torn flesh, absent spilled blood and gaping wounds.

“Don’t mind us trying to pass legislation that would allow for the murder of a baby after it’s been born; look at how crass the orange haired sheepdog is.”

Make no mistake. This is, without equivocation a fight to the death, and it is a fight worth fighting because of what’s at stake. Will we descend into barbarism, an orgy of hedonism and nihilism wherein we cheer the murder of the newly born, or will we defend those who cannot defend themselves, and speak up for those who have no voice?

I don’t know about you, but between the orange haired sheepdog doing his best to protect the sanctity of life, and the hell-hound that would have gloried and celebrated the murder of the innocent with a glee reserved for the soulless and demented, I am glad we have the sheepdog.  Unlikely a champion as he might be, I do believe few if any others would have possessed the steel spine required to do what he just did. 

With love in Christ,
Michael Boldea Jr.

New York Deathscape
A Disciple of Christ
Conspiring Against President Trump