My fellow patriots,
I think we have reached a point where the
game has changed. We are so tangled in the tar baby we are failing to see the
truth. We are no longer a political movement, we are enemies of the state. We are
the problem… The question is…? Are we Christians? Because that’s what it’s
going to come down to. Are you a Christian? For I assure you, we live in
Biblical times.
I fail to see why you are timid… Does not
Christ stand before you, sword drawn in your defense…? Where is your sword? Is
it not sharp? Is it not tempered? Are you not ready for battle? (In the 1660’s,
an Englishman caught with a failed pistol was subject to forty lashes). It’s
your responsibility to keep your sword sharp and your gun loaded
and yourself ready for battle.
Again… Why are you timid? If you take an
honest look at the evidence presented… It all points to God… to Christ. All the
sciences point to a creation. Geology, Biology (including DNA research),
Astronomy, Cosmology and even Quantum Physics. Even genealogy leads us to Mount
Ararat and a hand full of people.
The second law of Thermo-dynamics dictates a
creation. Educate yourselves, sharpen your sword, temper the steel, and prepare
for battle, for the enemy lurks just over the hill.
The only thing that will save America now… Is
a full blown revival. As was in the 1830's, when the Bible became
widely read in this country. Instead of trying to sell your own damn book,
trying to have your own say… Promote the Bible, read the Bible…
Might I suggest…. You read it like a novel…
accept the premise laid out in chapter one, for indeed it is a story, with a
beginning, a middle and an end. It is a story of triumph and despair, of sex
and barbarism, of being lost… and being save.
If you like Science Fiction… you’ll like
the Bible… If you like Fantasy…you’ll like the Bible… If you like Murder
and Mayhem…you’ll like the Bible…and we Christians know it’s all true…
So… if you are indeed Christians, might I
suggest, turning off your television, put down your Twitter and Facebook, and
come out from your air-conditioned homes and churches, and into the streets,
make yourselves known to one another, Baptists and Catholics, Episcopalians and
Lutherans, if we are Christian, let us gather and know one another. But above
all, make yourself known to God. Let the world know…you are not ashamed of the
Almighty… For a man must be diligent in
watching the walls of his house, lest a strong man comes in the night and
carries it all away.
Within the tar-baby, you’re thinking the
strong man’s in Washington… He’s not, he’s right outside your walls… Realize… there is no reason, you are wrestling a
tar-baby, barking dawgs don’t bite. That’s why they keep you barking…
If you strip away the details… Then you know
what I say is true… Remember, ‘the devil is in the details’… and the Emperor is
Naked as a Jay-Bird, and Bier Rabbit is tangled in the Tar-Baby, and Bier Fox
and Bier Bear are fixing to eat him up.
Wake up, free yourselves of the Tar-Baby,
expose the naked Emperor and scatter the Fox and Bear. Uncle Remus was a wise old feller.
Reflect on your parents and grandparents, for
this is what I am doing, and seeing things as they are. And not as
I am being told.
When I was a young feller, about twenty, I
asked my father about church, and did he really believe all that stuff… cause
none of it makes any sense with what they’re teaching in the schools… (?) and
he said… “I hope you live long enough son… cause you’ll find it’s the only
thing that does makes sense.” And damned if I didn’t live long enough, and damned if
he wasn’t right. It is indeed, the only thing that makes any sense. And now… if
you look hard enough… you’ll find the sciences are all telling us the same
thing. It happened, just like the Bible says. Facts are facts, they don't admit it, they haven't in years....But facts are facts.
George Henry Nichols
“Life is real! Life earnest!
And
the grave is not its goal;
Dust thou art, to dust returnest,
Was
not spoken of the soul.
Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,
Is our destined end or way.
But to Act, that each tomorrow,
Finds
us farther than today.
Art is long, and time is fleeting
And
our hearts, though stout and brave,
Still, like muffled drums, are beating
Funeral marches
to the grave.
In the World’s broad field of battle,
In the bivouac
of life,
Be not like dumb, driven cattle!
Be
a hero in the strife!
Trust no future, howe’er pleasant!
Let
the dead past, bury its dead!
Act – act in the living present!
Heart
within, and God o’er head.!
Lives of great men all remind us
We
can make our lives sublime,
And, departing, leave footprints in the sands
of time.
Footprints, that
perhaps another,
Sailing o’er life’s solemn main,
A
forlorn and shipwrecked brother,
Seeing, shall take heart again…
Let
us then be up and doing,
With a heart for any fate;
Still
achieving, still pursuing,
Learn to labor, and to wait…
*
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
1807 - 1882