Tuesday, July 30, 2013

A Parable about Lukewarm, American Christianity


There was this man who was a great warrior.  He had been in many battles over the years.  His body had many scars from bullet wounds, bayonet thrusts and artillery barrages.  He was a sergeant in the army and he was 45 years old.

There was a platoon of soldiers dug in on some high ground---they were of the same army as the sergeant.  The average age of the soldiers in the platoon was 19 years old; they were led by a 24-year-old 2nd lieutenant.

Ten miles away was an enemy force of three thousand soldiers.  The sergeant placed himself between the platoon and the enemy.  Whenever the enemy sent their soldiers to attack the platoon, the sergeant killed them with his rifle.  This pattern continued for many weeks:  the enemy would send their soldiers to attack the platoon and the sergeant would kill them all.  The platoon was never touched, it was never in danger.  The sergeant was their hedge of protection against the enemy.

One day the sergeant walked to the platoon to see how they were doing.  The sergeant walked up to the 2nd lieutenant and told him about the many skirmishes he fought with the enemy, so as to protect the platoon.

The 2nd lieutenant looked at the sergeant in stunned disbelief. He didn't believe a word the sergeant said and began mocking him and ridiculing him. The 2nd lieutenant told the rest of the platoon what the sergeant had said and the whole platoon began laughing at the sergeant in derision.

The sergeant didn't say another word.  He shouldered his pack, his rifle and ammo and walked away from the platoon.  Fifty yards from where the platoon was dug in, he took off his boots and shook the dirt from his boots in plain sight of the platoon.  He put his boots back on and walked away.  The platoon never saw him again.

A week later, the enemy launched an attack on the platoon's position and killed all of the soldiers.

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I Samuel 25: 14-17:  "But one of the young men told Abigail, Nabal’s wife, saying, Behold, David sent messengers out of the wilderness to salute our master; and he railed on them.  But the men were very good unto us, and we were not hurt, neither missed we any thing, as long as we were conversant with them, when we were in the fields:  They were a wall unto us both by night and day, all the while we were with them keeping the sheep.  Now therefore know and consider what thou wilt do; for evil is determined against our master, and against all his household: for he is such a son of Belial, that a man cannot speak to him."

I Samuel 25:   "Now David had said, Surely in vain have I kept all that this fellow hath in the wilderness, so that nothing was missed of all that pertained unto him: and he hath requited me evil for good. So and more also do God unto the enemies of David, if I leave of all that pertain to him by the morning light any that pisseth against the wall."

Intercession
Battlefield Commission
Overcome With Great Sorrow
A.W. Tozer Quote
Shiloh
Beat plowshares in swords
The Decline of the Oral Roberts Dynasty
Snipers in the Kingdom
Get Out of Jackson, Wyoming!
Hog Pen Christianity


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Shiloh
By Tim Shey


Brutal deathdance;
My eyes weep blood.
Pharisees smile like vipers,
They laugh and mock their venom:
Blind snakes leading
The deaf and dumb multitude.


Where are my friends?
The landscape is dry and desolate.
They have stretched my shredded body
On this humiliating tree.


The hands that healed
And the feet that brought good news
They have pierced
With their fierce hatred.


The man-made whip
That opened up my back
Preaches from a proper pulpit.
They sit in comfort:
That vacant-eyed congregation.
The respected, demon-possessed reverend
Forks his tongue
Scratching itchy ears
While Cain bludgeons
Abel into silence.


My flesh in tattered pieces
Clots red and cold and sticks
To the rough-hewn timber
That props up my limp, vertical carcase
Between heaven and earth.
My life drips and puddles
Below my feet,
As I gaze down dizzily
On merciless eyes and dagger teeth.


The chapter-and-versed wolves
Jeer and taunt me.
Their sheepwool clothing
Is stained black with the furious violence
Of their heart of stone.
They worship me in lip service,
But I confess,
I never knew them
(Though they are my creation).


My tongue tastes like ashes:
It sticks to the roof of my mouth.
I am so thirsty.
This famine is too much for me.
The bulls of Bashan have bled me white.
Papa, into your hands
I commend my Spirit.


Ethos
February/March 1997
Iowa State University


Genesis 49: 10: “The scepter shall not depart from Judah, nor a lawgiver from between his feet until Shiloh come; and unto him shall the gathering of the people be.”

Friday, July 26, 2013

A New Pair of Boots



This morning I got a ride from Belgrade to the intersection of I-90 and U.S. 287 near Three Forks, Montana.  I walked north on U.S. 287 for two or more miles and saw this concrete culvert in the distance.  Since I didn't get much sleep the night before (I slept in a gravel pit), I thought that I would roll out my sleeping bag inside the culvert and take a nap out of the sun.

I walked down into the ditch, stepped into the culvert and saw these boots laying on the concrete slab.  The boots I had been wearing were really wore out, torn up, had lots of holes in them--my left boot had some duct tape on it holding it together--they looked more like glorified sandals than boots.

I put down my backpack, took off my old boots and put on my new boots.  They were pretty tight-fitting--but they looked virtually brand new with a little dried mud on the soles.

I thanked the Lord for the new boots and rolled out my sleeping bag on the concrete slab.  I took a nap for almost an hour and then loaded up my backpack and hit the road.

I walked north for half a mile and put down my backpack on the side of the road.  This guy picked me up and took me to Townsend where he dropped me off and gave me a loaf of bread.  I was very grateful.

Wednesday, July 24, 2013

The Wedding Apocalypse

 

By The Mad Jewess


The Wedding day of doom
A storm of fire…blackened plumes
Smoke in the billows of clouds.

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A morning in white turned into a day of fright.
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A Scripture came to mind;
The days of Lot
People….eating, drinking, making merry
The day came upon us, it did not tarry.
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We didn’t believe it would come to an end, not at a wedding, where there is feasting and friend.
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We coddled the enemy
Built their cities
They laughed in our face
Without any pity.

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Profiles happy on a sunny day
Turned to devastation, from the battle array.
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Fire, smoke and gas, all over our land
It went according to their devices and plan.
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Babies gone, women in turmoil, the men have gone
Taken their spoil.
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A dove of peace..
Will it settle the mind?
Has God forsaken
While America is left behind?

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God has turned his back on the slaughter, we rejected his love, our children, we have martyr’d.
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Waiting for rapture to unveil, yet God looked away, his word will prevail.
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Apocalypse now, on a wedding day.

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Repent America,
Or…The enemy will have his way.
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