FLAT EARTH EISEGESIS

Let us first, speak to “Eisegesis.” Eisegesis, simply enough, is using the Bible to prove what you already believe or what you want to believe.

Let us start with an extremely exaggerated example:

Let us say that I am a devoted, loving and Christian parent. My beloved child, seemingly out of nowhere, commits suicide. I do not want to believe that my child would go to Hell. I simply must believe that suicide is good and that God approves. I go to my Bible and find that at least seven people in the Bible killed themselves. More than that, among them were Prophets, Kings and Disciples… I carefully compile my list:

  1. [Abimelech] called hastily unto the young man his armour-bearer, and said unto him, Draw thy sword, and slay me, that men say not of me, A woman slew him. And his young man thrust him through, and he died (Judges 9:54).
  1. And Samson said, Let me die with the Philistines. And he bowed with all his might; and the house fell…upon all the people that were therein (Judges 16:30).
  1. Saul took a sword and fell on it (1 Sam. 31:4).
  1. When [Saul’s] armour-bearer saw that Saul was dead, he fell likewise upon his sword, and died (1 Sam 31:5).
  1. When Ahithophel saw that his counsel was not followed, he…got him home to his house, to his city, and put his house in order, and hanged himself, and died (2 Sam. 17:23).
  1. It came to pass, when Zimri saw that the city was taken, that he went into the palace of the king’s house, and burnt the king’s house over him with fire, and died (1 Kings 16:18).
  1. [Judas] cast down the pieces of silver in the temple, and departed, and went and hanged himself (Matt. 27:5).

I am now certain that God approves of suicide. My beloved child is secure in God…. And, while I am still hurting, I decide that God would certainly want me to commit suicide so that I may be with my child…

That is eisegesis!

Let us go on to other things:

Let us say that, in my mind, I see God as a kindly Father. I read a verse that says that I can never be plucked from his hand. I like that and I start a Bible Study. While there are many verses on the subject, they are just about evenly divided between those that support Once Saved, Always Saved and those that speak to fear, trembling, being plucked from the vine and falling from grace.

I compile my lists… 20 verses supporting Eternal Security and 20 verses that speak to falling from Grace.

  • God is Good! I know that and so all of the verses that make God look like a good guy must be literal… Clearly, these verses mean what they say.
  • On the other hand, all of those verses that make God look like a bad guy, must be misquotes, mistranslations or simply false…
  • We all know, after all, that God, is a good guy!

Based on what I now “know,” I write a book and form a new denomination, built on the firm knowledge that, no matter what those mean and ugly verses might say, God would never cast away one of his children!

But what if I saw God as a mean and ugly judge? I would certainly take those same verses and declare that all of the verses that supported my view of God as a stern and awful Judge, were to be taken literally, while all of those verses that spoke of a kind and fatherly God who would show grace and mercy on his children, cannot possibly mean what they say…

Based on what I now “know,” I would certainly write a book and start a new denomination fixed on terror and the firm belief that the slightest infraction of the Law will bring down judgment, death and Hell.

FLAT EARTH

Please note: There is not one single verse, in all of Scripture, that informs us of the shape of the earth… Not even one. Not one verse says that it is flat. Not one verse says that it is a globe… Zero, Zilch, Nada.

On Flat Earth, I must start with an idea, a thought or a belief that comes from a source outside of Scripture… A book, a Facebook Post, a YouTube video or, in the beginning at least, the fertile imagination of one individual. Somehow, I come to believe that the earth must be flat. (For the vast majority of Modern “Flatearthers,” it came through Facebook or YouTube.)

Based on my belief that the earth must be flat, I follow the YouTube Guru or the Facebook Wizard to the Scriptures. There, he / she points out a handful of idioms, allegories and a little poetic language that, while none of it says the earth is flat, might seem to support the theory I so desperately want to believe. The fact that nearby verses speak to the skin on Job’s teeth and the pillars on which the foundations of the earth are firmly fixed be damned… Those things are obviously allegory but anything that backs up what I want to believe must, absolutely must be taken literally!

Now, armed with less than six passages which, while they do not say that the earth is flat, do seem to support what I want to believe, I make a video, go on Facebook, as an On-fire Evangelist for the Flat Earth Gospel! I am so very proud of my new found knowledge and this New Doctrine, that I leave Jesus in order to preach Flat Earth… After all, what is salvation if you can believe something that nobody else knows about yet?

And then come the Party-Poopers… They challenge your science and your theology, making you look like an idiot. If you have an Associate’s Degree in Dental Technology, certainly you can prove the scientists of the world wrong! If that doesn’t work, you can simply declare that all science is evil and scientists are of the Devil… That fixes it!

This is where Flatearthers divide into Clergy and Laity…

  • If you are a Dental Tech, a File Clerk at a College or some other kind of “Expert”, you become Clergy…
  • You write your own stuff,
  • you make your own YouTube channel and
  • start your own page on Facebook…

If no one follows you, not to worry:

  • you find the page of a non Flatearther and begin to preach your newfound religion in comments under their posts…
  • Do that often enough, and you will soon find yourself with your own following.

(This route is not suggested for those with less than a sixth-grade education.)

If you are not so educated as the YouTube Gurus or the Facebook Wizards, do not despair… There are thousands of Wizards and Gurus out there with posts to read and videos to watch… These poor people are in desperate need of followers… which is your purpose for existing…

If you do not know where to find your very own Wizard or Guru, follow the comments under my Facebook Posts… That is where they live…

David

ALLAH’S JESUS

I wrote this Short Story in 2009. I have learned so much since then… Some of it stands opposed to what I believe now… This is for entertainment only…

ALLAH’S JESUS

DAVID A. RICE

JERUSALEM

Hell stared out through human eyes. Satan, the ancient enemy, now incarnate in the body of a man called Jesus. It was the ultimate coup; in the battle that had raged since before time, he was the victor.

He sat at a dressing table in the Royal Waiting Room. Like the surrounding temple, the room was magnificent. The trappings of royalty surrounded him, gold and silver, jewels, priceless rugs, and paintings worth millions of Euros abounded in overstuffed abandon.

He was no Shepherd born in a stable; he would have none of that.

As he stared at the human face in the mirror, he thought how the open wound above his right eye made him look like that Shepherd from Galilee. Although not scarred beyond recognition, he too would have a visible scar. It pleased him to think that this was a more handsome body than the Nazarene had used. This body was tall and solidly built. Light skinned with the features of an Arab prince. Only that open sore kept the visage from being perfect. The wound proved the resurrection; it was enough.

It was his Coronation. Today was his day. The Scriptures of Jews and Christians had given him magnificent titles, “The Prince of the Power of the Air” and “The God of This World.” Today mankind would crown him “Supreme Leader” and worship him. He felt anxious but he had waited millennia and he could wait an hour more.

Outside, in public view, a second figure waited. Chained spread-eagled to a wall, his feet inches above the ground, Jeremiah waited. His muscles cramped and pulled against the chains; he was in agony; he had fought hard and long but he had lost.

Today the man Jeremiah knew to be the Antichrist would be crowned. Today the first truly “One World Government” since Babel would be empowered. Even his beloved Israel had lowered the Star of David in exchange for this temple. He knew his future; today he would die. The crowd taunted him, holding up their golden programs; showing where his execution fit into the ceremony. Even the sure and certain knowledge of a future in Heaven could not remove the fear from his stomach or the shame from his heart. It would be over in an hour; he had no choice but to wait.

The battle is ancient and the victory is sure but we must go back six and a half years to where my story begins.

 JESUS

Three men lay dead on the bloody dessert sand; their heads in disarray, separated cleanly by a sharp and heavy sword. A fourth man knelt in front of his executioner. He was not bound; he could have run but he only knelt obediently, waiting. If it were Allah’s will that he die today, he would die with dignity. The man with the sword, sensing his power, dropped it near the condemned man’s right hand. There was no movement, only the softly uttered cry, “Allah is great.” The executioner pulled out a long curved knife. Grabbing the man by his hair, lifting his head, he drew the blade slowly across the throat. When he heard no cry of pain or fear, he quickly finished the job. Killing a man like that excited him and he felt his manhood rising.

Now that the last man on earth who knew Ishmael Mohamed was dead, Ishmael too was dead. Tomorrow he would have a different name. The peoples of the world would call that name in many different ways; in English, they would call him Jesus.

The spirits, speaking plainly, urged him to hurry. In religious mockery, he first arranged the bodies so that the feet pointed to the southwest. Then, carefully, he placed the heads on the dead men’s chests, facing the feet and Mecca beyond. Removing his blood stained clothing; he dressed in a new white robe and turban. Only then, did the man, nameless for the moment, mount a large, white, Arabian stallion and head off toward the lights of Babylon and destiny. He must be there by dawn, they said; the future of mankind lay in his hands.

 SPIRIT

She was short and slender. Her skin was black, her features distinctly European. Her mother had been a prostitute in an African port. Her father was an Italian sailor; a secret whispered from her mother’s deathbed. She had a name but no one living knew it. She was called Spirit from birth.

For form and public consumption, Spirit was a Muslim; it was the law, the tradition and the culture. In her heart, she was an Animist like her mother. She had called out to the spirits before she said “Mama.” They had always been there; they consumed her. In the spirits, she found power. Through the spirits, she could bless or heal. Speaking to the spirits, she could curse or kill those she opposed. Frail in her humanity, Spirit spoke with her Jinn as one would with close friends. Allah had decreed that she would have a part in the salvation of the world. The jinn had told her this, and even the taunts of her schoolmates could not dissuade her from speaking of her destiny.

Today, she was in Babylon. Tomorrow, Jesus would come. She would not leave her house or contact anyone until he came. Conversing with Jinn, she was very much in control. There was no need to work with the people directly; everything would be ready on time. In her veil and simple Muslim dress, she would be invisible in the crowd but it was Spirit who had scripted every detail and her jinn who would bring it to pass.

JEREMIAH

The great-grandson of Holocaust survivors, Jeremiah Goldberg was tall and strong with the distinctive features of a European Jew. In his early forties, Jeremiah had accomplished much. With a PhD in Political Science, he had moved rapidly up the ranks at The Institute. The Mossad had been good to him and he for them.

His superiors had said nothing but Jeremiah knew when to quit. His wife’s conversion to Christianity and her vocal attempts to convert others brought his loyalty into question. Jeremiah’s career was over and he was angry. A friend arraigned the interview and, almost overnight, Dr. Goldberg was a Professor of Political Science at the University of Jerusalem. In this more open setting, his brilliance did not go unnoticed. Soon he was a Counselor to the Knesset on matters of international intrigue and a friend of the Prime Minister.

Things changed when Jeremiah’s wife and his six year-old daughter, Ruth went missing in The Great Disappearance. It was then that Jeremiah made a decision. Confusion followed the disappearance of millions of people. The media published photos of a giant space ship with what appeared to be bodies floating up in some kind of a funnel cloud. The armies of the world were placed on alert. The United Nations issued an order that all nations prepare to defend the earth. Jeremiah could have made better photos on his home computer. It amazed him that the world chose to believe such an obvious lie. At that moment, all the stories his wife had told him came together. Jeremiah fell to his knees. In agony of soul, he cried out to Jesus. He could not have known the far-reaching consequences of that awful hour.

Six months passed and every news source in the world was reporting the same story. Jesus was to return and make a speech to the world from Babylon on Saturday morning. They all seemed so certain and there was an unreal level of excitement everywhere. It didn’t make sense to Jeremiah. Nothing in the Jewish Scriptures put the Messiah in Babylon. He did not yet know much about the Christian Bible but he was sure that nothing in it placed Jesus in Iraq. The Scripture used much in Mossad circles said, “Where no counsel is, the people fall, but in the multitude of counselors there is safety.” Jeremiah needed counselors but there were none. He would go to Babylon and see this Jesus for himself.

 BABYLON

Before the Great Disappearance, American Forces destroyed Baghdad. The Islamic militants had lined up two hundred captured American soldiers and Machine-gunned them to death on television. The response was swift and violent. When it was over, eighty percent of Baghdad’s population was dead; not one building was standing.

The world turned against the United States. Weakened by the Second Great Depression, they did not even put up a fight. The United Nations moved their headquarters to Babylon and declared it the capital of Iraq. OPEC moved to Babylon and shut off all petroleum exports to the United States. The miracle called Babylon was birthed in one angry moment and the balance of power shifted eastward.

Babylon was two cities, really; there was the Ancient City, restored to its former glory, and the New City. The New City was an instant mega-city. It grew from the empty dessert sands into a city of eleven million inhabitants in three years. There were many reasons for the rapid growth, the offer of free fossil fuels to any company relocating its headquarters there, not the least of them. After the Great Disappearance, Islam unified and established a united front in the city. More than a billion people had converted to Islam in the six months following that catastrophe and they were flocking to Babylon.

Now, three years since the establishment of the New City and six months following the Great Disappearance, Babylon was the de facto capital of the world. The United Nations had reformed itself and had announced the formation of a One World Government that would rule the world from Babylon. With Babylon in complete control of the world’s oil reserves, the nations were falling at its feet. The United States and Israel were among a handful of nations holding out. Israel was a mighty midget but with the whole world in opposition, no one knew how long it could hold out. The trade embargo, imposed against the U.S. by the United Nations after the destruction of Baghdad had effectively reduced that once mighty nation to third world status. In spite of the threat posed by their nuclear arsenal, few believed that Americans had the heart or the will to use it. They were isolated and out of oil. Babylon considered the U.S. neutralized and was certain they would join the rest of the world in a very short time.

 COMING TOGETHER

It was Friday night. Jesus was riding his large white horse across the dessert with a mandate from Allah to be in Babylon by sunrise. It was a little cold but the sky was clear and the lights of Babylon left no need for a compass or navigation device. The horse was strong and its rider sat in the straight pose of royalty enthroned. One who saw him riding in the moonlight would have thought him to be prince or king. They could not have guessed that, beyond what had just happened and the mandate from the Jinn to be at the Royal Gate by sunrise, the man was clueless. He knew neither the future nor even his own name. Had he known his destiny, he would never have made that ride.

Jeremiah was making his way through the main bus terminal. With all the excitement in Babylon, there were no hotel rooms available and no taxis. Soon, he would walk the twenty odd blocks to the square facing the ancient Temple of the Moon. He did not know what would happen there; he simply knew that something deep down in his bones was burning. He could not explain it but Jeremiah knew he had a mandate from Jehovah to be in that square at sunrise.

Spirit had been kneeling on her prayer mat for hours listening to reports from jinn and dispatching them on new errands. The time had come; soon she would leave for her rendezvous with destiny at the gloriously rebuilt Temple of The Moon. Her legs ached and she struggled to stand. Limping to the spacious kitchen of her modern apartment, she gulped down a tiny cup of coffee. Her long time companion, her personal Jinni leaned against her. He appeared now in human form and offered to pleasure her. Tempted only for a minute, she quickly dismissed him. Today, even if through the body of a man, she would rule the world, love could wait.

 SATURDAY MORNING

The Royal Gate faced the morning sun and an unbroken expanse of dessert. This was by design; royalty should not fight through traffic and sprawling suburbs to reach the gate and the temple just inside. It was a lone rider who approached the gate. The road was a well worn but unimproved dessert path; in the predawn glow, it was deserted.

That rider, dispatched by jinn, was on a mission for Allah. He knew neither his new identity, nor what would happen when he passed through that gate. Allah had sent a holy messenger and decreed that he, the man known yesterday as Ishmael, was to be here; for that man, it was enough.

As he passed through the gate, the sun made its appearance, a great red ball of fire, behind him. To the thousands of people gathered on the square, the effect was electrifying. The billions watching on live TV saw only a gray colored silhouette surrounded by a light so brilliant that it confused the video and created spectacular special effects. The presence of hundreds of unseen potentates and warriors made the atmosphere heavy. The sense of religious awe spread from the square and overpowered the television audience around the world. The crowd was silent and more than half the world’s population heard the horse’s footsteps on the ancient square. Jinn, unseen, opened a way through massed humanity; a demon’s hand led the horse to the foot of the steps.

Understanding nothing but aware of the importance of the moment, the man dismounted with the flourish of a king. The invisible hand, that had led the horse to the Temple, now pushed the man slightly as he mounted the steps of that ancient pagan shrine and approached the podium. The crowd in the square heard a loud voice in Arabic. The English translator followed for the TV audience, “Allah is Great, Behold the Prince of Allah, Jesus the Christ.”

For a moment, Jesus felt confused. Then, it was as if the man slipped into a coma and a mighty Jinni stepped to the front overpowering his human senses. The man had never heard the words that issued from his lips but they were scripted and well rehearsed, in the burning fires of a lower Hell. He began, “In the Name of God, amen.”

The speech, though more than an hour in length, could be condensed into two main points: Allah is God and Allah is setting up his government with Jesus as the head. The commentators, who always tell us what we just heard, would say that they were the words of God. In dark corners, old men whispered how he reminded them of Hitler or Stalin.

Across the square, behind a pillar, Jeremiah fell to his knees and quietly swore his allegiance to a different Jesus. Destinies were set and the battle had begun. It was 7: 13 AM; Jeremiah looked at his watch and began to make his way towards the Bus Station. It would be a long ride home.

TEMPLE OF THE MOON

The name, Saddam Hussein was inscribed on almost every brick that made up the wall of the Temple. It was he who started the restoration long before the fall of his regime. The crescent moon is the most pervasive of Islamic symbols. Allah is not a name; rather it is a generic word in Arabic for “the god.” It is for this reason that Christian Arabs refer to Jehovah as Allah. Muslims use Allah as the name for their monotheistic God who created all things. The word Allah, in Muhammad’s time, was used to address the chief god of the region, Hubbal, the Moon God.

The interest in rebuilding the Temple of the Moon confounded Muslim Scholars. It was the largest and most magnificent building in the old city but the historical value of the site could not explain the religious fervor with which the Government in Babylon pursued its reconstruction. Billions of Euros had been spent and the result was awe-inspiring.

It was into the grand sanctuary of this building that the Secret Police lead Jesus. The echo of his final words had not settled when two men took him firmly by the arms and led him through the small access door at the bottom of the huge, ceremonial door that towered over the podium.

The front of the room was dominated by a polished stone alter twenty meters across and two meters deep. It was the height of a man’s waist. A curl of smoke rose from the center and the smell of last night’s sacrifice permeated the air. Behind the altar was a simple, stone column about three meters tall. Above the column, suspended from the ceiling was the magnificent, solid gold, crescent moon and morning star. The artist had used more than two hundred kilos of gold in its founding. Visitors could not take their eyes off the object and often stumbled over the simple stone benches that filled the room.

The men led Jesus to the front and stood him facing the altar and the pillar. Bowing slightly, they quickly exited, leaving him alone. The man, now called Jesus, was very much afraid. He could not comprehend what was happening. The jinni that had spoken through him was gone and he suddenly felt like a little boy, lost and motherless.

GABRIEL

A statue representing a human or an animal would have offended Muslims everywhere; the stone pillar behind the altar was an acceptable substitute. As Jesus’ eyes lowered from the golden moon and morning star, they focused on that polished, marble shaft.  He was about to lower his eyes again when something caught his attention; suddenly, a thick burst of steam or vapor ejaculated from the rounded top of the pole. The vapor slid down the sides of the pole shaping and molding it into something else altogether.

What the man saw caused him to fall prostrate on the polished stones of the ancient floor. A mighty Angel stood behind the altar. A terror never felt by man or jinn filled his heart. A mighty weight seemed to push his face into the stone; he could not move.

Seconds or maybe hours later, he could not tell, a voice spoke. The sound of the voice, though not mechanical, was more than human; it was deep and guttural. “Look on my face, mortal!” the angel commanded. Crawling and clawing his way to his knees as quickly as his trauma-wracked brain would allow, Jesus obeyed.

A shepherd, growing up in dessert tents, does not often look in mirrors but at thirty, the man knew his own face. Looking up at the being behind the altar, Jesus saw a fiery, inhuman but unmistakable version of himself. Shocked he began to examine the creature before him. The appearance was that of a man almost three meters tall. He was dressed in a white, dessert robe. There were what appeared to be white, feathered wings folded by his side. Forming a halo above his head, and an aura that emanated around his body was an eerie orange glow. His eyes could not be seen; there was a glow like that of a blast furnace where they should have been. No mortal could endure that presence without fear. Jesus was awestruck. The heat coming from such a fiery being should have warmed him but Jesus felt a sudden chill and shivered visibly.

“I am Gabriel; these are the words of Allah the merciful, Allah the just.” ‘When you sit on the throne you shall be silent. By my Jinni I shall speak. The words spoken through you shall be the words of Allah’.” The voice continued, “Swear by the moon that you shall remain silent on the throne. Swear by the daystar that from the throne you shall not speak.”

“I swear,” his voice cracked. “I swear, by the moon and the daystar that I shall not speak from the throne,” he said, amazed at the strength he suddenly felt. “What is Allah’s will?” he asked. “You are the Chosen One. You shall rescue men from chaos. You shall restore the language and the glory that was Babel.” The angel continued to speak, “Allah’s jinn will show you the way, and I will speak with you often. There is a woman named Spirit, she will take care of your needs and desires. Behold, she is here now.”

Startled by the presence of the woman suddenly at his side, Jesus turned to look at the diminutive, dark skinned woman. When he turned again to see the Angel, he saw only a stone post. Turning to the woman, he said nothing. Spirit, too, was silent. Taking the man by the arm, she gently guided him towards a small door behind the altar.

THE RIDE HOME

The bus was full and Jeremiah took the last seat somewhere near the back. He was asleep before the bus left the station. In spite of all that troubled his mind, he slept peacefully for several hours.

Waking slowly, Jeremiah found that he had fallen to one side and his head was resting on the shoulder of the passenger seated beside him. Slowly, he pulled himself erect in his seat. Only when he was comfortably upright did Jeremiah steal a glimpse at the person beside him.

The woman was in her twenties, neatly dressed, and, to a trained eye, very Jewish. She was staring at him and crying softly. “Are you OK?” Jeremiah asked quietly. Trying to find her voice, she said, “I was dreaming that you were my husband; I’m sorry.” “I’m sorry I leaned against you that way. I was asleep.” Jeremiah apologized. He felt embarrassed. Something about her tears and the pretty face, backlit in the window, stole his voice and it cracked, “You are married?”

“My husband and my baby disappeared.” She said bluntly. He did not need to ask when or how. “My wife and daughter are gone too.” He said. “Your husband must have been a Christian.” Suddenly secretive and quiet, she whispered, “How did you know?” “They all were.” Jeremiah replied softly. “All the babies, all the children, but the adults were Christians; they were all Christians! I’ve looked and asked everywhere; I can’t find a case where any adult who disappeared was not a Christian.”

“Were you there?” she asked, “Did you hear that Jesus guy?” “Yes, you?” he returned the question. “Yes,” she said, “What did you think?” Jeremiah pondered for a minute, “That wasn’t the Jesus my wife knew.” he replied candidly. “No, no it wasn’t, was it?” the question was whispered. Without giving time for Jeremiah to answer, she continued, “You’re a believer now, aren’t you?”

This time Jeremiah was caught off guard. “Me?” he choked, “a believer?” “Yes, you,” she spoke firmly, “a non believer wouldn’t answer that way. Besides, I can see it in your face.” “You too, I guess?” he asked. “Yes, of course.” her voice softened, “there is no other way, at least, not for me.”

Her name was Sandy Isaacs. She had been sent, she said, by a group of believers in Jerusalem. She was to attend the speech by Jesus and report back to the group. Jeremiah knew he had to meet that group. He had been silent about his conversion and he was thrilled to know that he was not the only believer. It was a Divine appointment and the next step toward destiny.

SPIRIT AND JESUS

The door led into a formal sitting room. Spirit indicated that Jesus sit on a couch and then took a seat in a chair facing him. Jesus looked uncomfortable in that setting. To tell the truth, he would have been more comfortable seated on the floor of a Bedouin tent. He had not been chosen for his social status or breeding.  It was his sensitivity to the jinn and his face and royal bearing that had brought him here. They would build up his self-esteem. It would not take long to acclimate the man to his surroundings. He would feel important enough but in the end, he was only a tool.

Spirit addressed the man, “You will be called Jesus; you will learn your role.” She continued, “You may speak freely to me and to the household staff. Anything you desire will be provided. Do not leave the palace without your protectors and do not speak to outsiders. If your jinni is silent, you will be silent in the presence of visitors. Do you understand this?”

“Yes,” Jesus said, “but who are you and why should I listen to a woman?” “I am Spirit,” the woman snarled, “I am your contact with Allah; without me you can do nothing!” Jesus did not question this. Fear knotted his gut so tightly that an answer was impossible. Jesus would be the face but Spirit would be the power behind the man. He would learn this truth well.

Spirit rose and left the room without another word. Two young women entered the room.  Long black hair hung loosely down their backs; their faces brazenly unveiled. They were foreigners and spoke a language this newest of messiahs could not identify. For Jesus it had been a long time. He did not question why they were there. Taking a large draft from the bottle one of them carried, he quickly and roughly had his way.

He was dressed again when a young man appeared. When Jesus spoke to him, he opened his mouth revealing the still swollen stub of his tongue. Silently motioning with his hand the servant led him down a maze of hallways to his quarters. The savior of the world was starved, and for religion, if not for hygiene, he would need a bath.

REMNANT

Churches still met around the world; even in Jerusalem there were churches that met every Sunday morning.  They paid, however, a heavy price.  They reported to the government every month.  Members paid heavy taxes simply for being Christian.  Sermons were edited and approved in advance and members were limited to the most menial jobs with no hope of promotion.  Unauthorized meetings were very much illegal and simply attending could bring a prison sentence.  Organizing a meeting not approved by the government could bring the death penalty.

Jeremiah knew it would be very dangerous but Sandy had set up the meeting.  And so it was that on a Tuesday evening, some three weeks after Jesus and established himself in Babylon, Jeremiah found himself in a taxi headed for the Arab side of town.

The loud, cigar smoking, taxi driver commented both on the neighborhood and on the danger to a Jew walking alone on such as street.  It was dark and Jeremiah, former Mossad agent, armed with a pistol, felt fear as he stood alone on that corner.  In less than a minute, however, Sandy Isaacs joined him, appearing quickly from out of a darkened doorway.  Jeremiah followed silently as they walked through darkened alleys.

Some 10 minutes later, they arrived at what appeared to be an abandoned warehouse.  Producing a key from the small purse she carried, Sandy quickly opened the door and stepped back to allow Jeremiah to enter first.  It was dark but the large building appeared to be empty inside. A dim light escaped through a crack in a door at the top of the metal staircase just off to Jeremiah’s left.  With Sandy again in the lead, they quickly ascended the stairs and entered a dimly lit room.

A dozen people sat in folding chairs and a dozen empty chairs waited for people to fill them.  The chairs faced a small stand on a slightly raised platform.  Sandy motioned Jeremiah to take a seat on the front row, then ascended the platform, and quietly took a seat on a worn leather chair behind the podium.

The former officer from the Mossad carefully examined his surroundings and the people sitting silently in their chairs.  They were a curious bunch, all dressed in dark clothes, hunched down in their chairs as if crouching low would make them invisible to the secret police who even now might be in their midst.  He could not tell if they were rich or poor, Arab or Jew, he could only sense their fear.

They sat in silence for more than 30 minutes while one by one people silently entered the door and took their seats. The last seat taken, a man, seated close to the door, quietly rose and locked it with a key.  It was only then that Sandy stood and took her place behind the podium.  Quietly she led the group in a prayer asking for divine guidance.  Then, without warning, she introduced Jeremiah to the group and asked him to say a few words.  Jeremiah, though surprised, was not speechless. He quickly began to address the little group.  His voice was hushed but strong.  He shared with them a little of his background, how he met Sandy and of the hope in his heart. He spoke of resistance to this Jesus of Babylon, this Jesus of Allah, and of how this little group, of new and frightened Christians, in that darkened room could represent Jesus the Christ the Shepherd of Galilee.

It was a long meeting and several people spoke but before the end they had elected this newcomer, this former super spy, as their leader.  He was, after all, the most educated and the most eloquent of the group.  His passion and his purpose came through. There was not a soul present who did not recognize that God had sent them a leader, a pastor, a Shepherd.

There were no theologians in that group.  They did not yet know of martyrdom or destiny.  They knew neither their own future nor the pain and suffering to come.  They did not know how many of the people seated in that room would soon forfeit their lives for the cause.  The only thing they knew was that Jesus, the real Jesus, the Shepherd of Galilee, the Nazarene had called them and that they would follow him to the very end.  Big things often start small and the resistance started that day, in that darkened room, in an empty warehouse, would grow and become a mighty force for Jehovah and for his Son.

CONFUSION

Eighteen months had passed since the Jesus of Allah had made his presence known in Babylon.  In spite of its early promise, this new government had done poorly and confusion reigned in Babylon.  Spirit, who had been so sure of the future, was today in a bad mood.  Her jinn, so faithful at first, were lying to her.  She, making decisions based on their reports, had begun to feel foolish.  She was tired, angry and more than a little confused.

Mother Nature, she had been promised, would heal herself and the world would return to normal.  Much to the contrary, things had gotten worse, much worse.  Smog and smoke from a million forest fires made breathing difficult, even in the desert cities of the Middle East.  Life had become so difficult, that in many of the world’s cities, entire neighborhoods lay abandoned.  Global warming had raised sea levels, inundating the world’s coastlines, sending tens of millions of refugees inland.

Somehow, hundreds of new Christian evangelists had spread out from Jerusalem and were inciting rebellion around the world.  Governments and nations, so willing to fall at the feet of Babylon in the early days, were now infiltrated with new Christians.  Even the threat of death and enforced poverty now seemed to fall on deaf ears.  Angry and jealous jinn, each trying to outdo the other, had made false reports.  Spirit had not heard of the rebellion in time to stop it.  No longer able to rely on her jinn, Spirit fell on her face and appealed to Allah.

A LONELY  LEADER

Surrounded by wealth and beauty, dressed in the best of Royal clothing, eating the finest of foods and in possession of a harem overflowing with beautiful women; Jesus was lonely.  Spirit, it seemed, was the only person in his world who spoke his language.  The eunuchs, who served him, had had their tongues removed.  His harem, filled with foreign women, offered no opportunity for even the simplest conversation.  He sometimes went weeks without seeing Spirit and, even then, the conversations were brief and to the point.

Every Saturday morning, following morning prayers, Jesus found himself dressed in royal apparel, seated on a throne. The Throne Room, seen by the whole world at least once a week, was, in reality, an elaborate television set. Lighting, backgrounds, elevations and depth of field were all carefully designed for maximum effect. Sitting on the throne, Jesus saw rows of lights, a bare concrete floor filled with people, cameras and microphones. This was a show, nothing more.

Somehow, Jesus always felt fear in the minutes leading up to show time. What would happen if the camera and lights came on and the jinni didn’t show up?  Not only did he have no idea what to say, he was under oath to say nothing. Just the thought could make him sweat. The jinni always showed up right on cue, however, and left the second the lights went out. This too was frightening because one reporter or the other would throw a last minute question at the exhausted and quite ignorant man still seated on the platform.

REVIVAL

Islamic courts had long ruled that a man has a right to be pleasured in any way he chooses. Although illegal, pornography was rampant. Sharia courts refused to enforce minimum age laws.  After all, Mohamed married Aisha when she was nine years old.  Bibles, however, and any religious material not strictly Islamic, was illegal and possession could bring long prison sentences or even death.  This gave rise to the world’s first absolutely free black-market.  Believers copied and freely shared Bibles and other Christian materials.

Three years after the meeting in Jerusalem, the hundreds of evangelists, who had gone out, had little or no communication, with Jerusalem, or each other.  Those in leadership had used prepaid cell phones once or twice and then destroyed them.  Even this communication, however, was now gone. New legislation required that users register prepaid cell phones before use.

Secret police and soldiers had martyred tens of thousands of Christians around the globe.  Horrible and grotesque executions had produced thousands of new believers.  The new identity chip and tattoo were having a much more chilling effect on the Christian community.  No longer facing martyrdom by public execution, Christians, unable to buy or sell, simply starved to death.

Hunger, it seems, could accomplish what no army ever could.  Visibly stooped and graying, Jeremiah’s body shook constantly; cold and hungry he fell on his face before his God.

LIVING STATUE

It was Saturday morning, and this week’s broadcast from Babylon was not coming from the throne room but rather from the Temple of the Moon.  Allah had spoken; something new was about to happen. Spirit said that Jesus was to make the introduction. This made no sense whatsoever to Jesus but spirit had promised that the jinni, who spoke through him, would not fail.

Cameras from the government television station had been moved into the Temple Sanctuary.  Multiple rows of powerful lights now lit the normally dim and smoky, room.  Everything focused on the altar and the pillar beyond it.  A small podium stood, 20 feet or so, to the right of the pillar.

The secret police (Jesus often suspected they were more guards than protectors) led him into the room and left him standing behind the podium.  If he could have seen beyond the lights he would have known that the room was empty except for a small camera crew and spirit who sat quietly on a bench near the front.

The deep and powerful voice of an unseen announcer boomed suddenly through the hall.  “Men of the world,” it said in Arabic, “Jesus the Christ of Allah.”  The man behind the podium felt only a moment of fear before the jinni inside stepped forward and began to speak.”In the name of God the Merciful the Just, Allah himself has decided to speak to you tonight through the person of his mighty Angel; Brothers; the Angel of the Lord.”

At that word, the jinni left him.  A turbaned man, in a white robe, escorted Jesus quickly down the steps and seated him at Spirit’s side.  All cameras, and with them, the eyes of the world, focused on that marble pillar behind the altar.  The smoke or vapor, flowing down the sides, quickly transformed the pillar. The marvelous apparition, seen so often by Jesus and Spirit, was now made visible to the world.

The speech was powerful, the words hypnotic.  It was the miracle the world had been looking for and millions, previously unsure, now believed.  Who but God could make a statue speak?  Rebellion ceased and jinn, by the thousands, lined up and apologized to Spirit.  The Angel, who became known as, “The Talking Statue”, would now speak frequently to the peoples of the world. The rebellion would never again wreak havoc in the Kingdom.

THE LAST WEEK

It was winter in Jerusalem. The strange decorations of the New Christmas were everywhere. The Christmas Message to the world had been impressive, and the pillar turned Angelic Being, a powerful messenger. As Jesus was escorted from the room, a guard quickly raised a pistol and fired. The bullet had not yet exited the rear of his head when Ishmael Mohamed found himself in the Devil’s hell. The pain was real but secondary. Suddenly, like a man looking down on a parade from a tall building, his whole life was before him. The weight of his offense crushed him. The pain inflicted by the flames paled as his guilt drove him toward the insanity he longed for but could not reach. He was a minute into eternity.

Her body in the ground, her soul resting in Heaven, Sandy Isaacs was dead. Her body starved and wracked with pain, she had fought hard to remain alive to the end. She came so close. Too many people came to see her buried. It was at her grave that the police found a frail and battered Jeremiah. He was not half the man they had known in the Mossad. They arrested him for unlawful grouping; it was the next day before they knew who they had. So strong was his reputation as a super terrorist; so bent and weak the man in custody, no one would have put the two together.

THE CORONATION

They had carried him from the wall to the grand entrance. Through the pain his eyes had seen the Star of David now flying beneath the Babylonian Banner. The fire burning in his chest gave Jeremiah super human strength. The guards fell back in awe as he struggled, first to free himself from their grasp and then to stand erect, in the posture of the soldier he was. The crowed hushed as the man in rags marched toward the altar. The guards followed, closely at first but slowed, and then stopped altogether, as he centered himself and faced the altar.

It was an awesome sight; the dead but resurrected Jesus sat on a throne, not massive but designed to make him look larger than life. To his left, and a few paces forward, stood Gabriel of the Pillar. His wings were spread in fierce extension; fire danced in his eyes and mouth. If Jeremiah felt fear, it did not show. Rather his countenance glowed as that of Moses descending from the mountain.

Spirit, dressed as a man, stood behind the throne. The sight of Jeremiah’s face caused her to involuntarily slide toward the shadows. Lucifer, incarnate in the body that had belonged to Ishmael or Jesus, was enraged. Choosing to cause the statue to speak, rather than address the man from his human form, Satan roared, “Allah has spoken, you are to be the first and great sacrifice in his Temple.

Untouched by human hand, Jeremiah’s body rose from the ground and centered over the altar, where it hung, suspended a half meter over the flames. Slowly, accompanied by music of Pomp and Circumstance, Jesus rose to his feet and approached the altar. With great ceremony he pulled a curved knife from his belt. It was the same knife that had silenced the last witness in the dessert. Grabbing Jeremiah by the hair he carefully drew the blade across his throat.

The crowd was on their feet. The applause was deafening. A drop of blood fell into the flame, a trumpet, not choreographed, sounded, drowning out the audience, and all hell broke loose.

When it was over, only Jeremiah stood on the pile of rubble that remained. He was staring into the eyes of Jesus of Nazareth, King of Kings and Lord of Lords!

A TALE OF TWO KINGDOMS

There are only two Kingdoms. Those who try to live in both, at the same time, picking the rules they like from each kingdom and mixing them are schizophrenic, usually paranoid and suicidal creatures in the spiritual realm…

He has rescued us from the domain of darkness and transferred us into the kingdom of the Son He loves. (Colossians 1:13)

There are two Kingdoms and only two Kingdoms in this world. If you are saved, you have been transferred from one Kingdom to the other. Tonight, we are going to talk about that…

There are only two Kingdoms. Those who try to live in both, at the same time, picking the rules they like from each kingdom and mixing them are schizophrenic, usually paranoid and suicidal creatures in the spiritual realm.

You have rejected Lucifer and submitted to Jesus. You have left Babylon and entered the Kingdom of God.

Your spirit is transferred immediately. You must move your mind, soul and body. Most Christians today, especially in the United States, have never moved out of Babylon. This is true because, as Americans, we were taught to believe that the United States and the Kingdom of God were synonymous, that, unlike all the other nations of the world, we had a Christian government, created and endorsed by God himself. In truth, there has only been one nation ever created by God, for Himself and distinct from the other kingdoms and that is Israel.

I want to present to you tonight, the idea that the United States was great because, for 200 years, the majority of her citizens were Christian. The Church and the Christian people kept an evil government in check. God, working in their behalf, restrained the evil that government had in its heart to accomplish.

Adam was the god of this world. He was given dominion over it all.

Genesis 1: 28 God blessed them, and God said to them, “Be fruitful, multiply, fill the earth, and subdue it. Rule the fish of the sea, the birds of the sky, and every creature that crawls on the earth.” 29 God also said, “Look, I have given you every seed-bearing plant on the surface of the entire earth and every tree whose fruit contains seed. This food will be for you, 30 for all the wildlife of the earth, for every bird of the sky, and for every creature that crawls on the earth—everything having the breath of life in it. I have given every green plant for food.” And it was so.

When Adam sinned, he lost dominion and that dominion was given to Satan.

Matthew 4: 8 Again, the Devil took Him to a very high mountain and showed Him all the kingdoms of the world and their splendor. 9 And he said to Him, “I will give You all these things if You will fall down and worship me.”

NOTE: Jesus did not contradict him or say that he did not have that right. Satan is the God of this world. All of the kingdoms of this earth, including the United States, are earthly kingdoms, under the power and authority of the Devil.

These kingdoms will be given to Jesus but that has not happened yet…

Revelation 11:15 The seventh angel blew his trumpet, and there were loud voices in heaven saying: The kingdom of the world has become the kingdom of our Lord and of His Messiah, and He will reign forever and ever!

That will not happen until the seventh angel blows his trumpet…

There is a problem when Christians, who have been transferred out of the Kingdom of This World and into the Kingdom of God, do not move… keeping their mind, soul and body firmly attached to the Kingdom of This World.

We have believed a lie. It is a lie that has been passed down for generations. Your parents and grandparents believed it. Your Pastors and Sunday School teachers believed it… The Lie says that the United States of America is and has been a Christian nation.

The truth is that the United States is the chief nation among the Kingdoms of This World.

Jeremiah 50:23 How the hammer of the whole earth is cut down and smashed! What a horror Babylon has become among the nations!

That speaks of the destruction of the end times Babylon and calls it “The hammer of the Whole Earth!”

Congressman Ron Paul reported that according to government sources, the United States of America has some 900 military bases in 130 nations of the world… Does that sound like we might be, “The Hammer of the Whole Earth”?

Of the seven men commonly listed as the chief Founding Fathers of the United States, only one believed that Jesus Christ was God. Six were Deists. Deists were the predecessors of the atheistic evolutionists. They always spoke of “Providence” but never of Jesus Christ and almost never using the word God.

Providence, as the “god” of the Deists, was the Creator of all but he was impersonal and never interacted with men. This Providence created everything, including human government and then abandoned the world leaving governments in charge.

If you look at 18th century documents produced by Churches and Pastors, they, like us, spoke of God and of Jesus Christ. If you look at documents written by Deists, they spoke only of Providence… Look it up! The fact that our founding documents speak of providence and not of God is telling…

All of our Founding Fathers were members of secret societies. Jefferson and Franklin belonged to secret societies in America, England and France…

 There might be a Mason in this room. My Grandfather was a 33rd Degree Mason in the Scottish Rite and a “Lifetime Deacon” in his church.

Among his books was a well-worn copy of a book called “Morals and Dogma” by Albert Pike. Let me give you a quote from that book.

“Masonry, like all the religions, all Mysteries, Hermetiscism, and Alchemy, conceals its secrets from all except the Adepts and Sages, or the Elect, and uses false explanations and misinterpretations of its symbols to mislead those who deserve to be mislead; to conceal the Truth, which it calls Light, from them, and to draw them away from it. Truth is not for those who are unworthy or unable to receive it, or would pervert it. So God Himself incapacitates many men, by color-blindness, to distinguish colors, and leads the masses away from the highest Truth, giving them the power to attain only so much of it as it is profitable to them to know. Every age has had a religion suited to its capacity.

The Teachers, even of Christianity, are, in general, the most ignorant of the true meaning of that which they teach. There is no book of which so little is known as the Bible. To most who read it, it is as incomprehensible as the Sohar*.

So Masonry jealously conceals its secrets, and intentionally leads conceited interpreters astray.”  (Morals and Dogma Pages 104-105)

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Please note the photo. George Washington, in full masonic costume, is laying the cornerstone of our Capitol Building in a Masonic ceremony. Newspaper accounts of that ceremony, dated the day after it occurred, are available online.

LIFE, LIBERTY AND THE PURSUIT OF HAPPINESS ARE THE BLESSINGS OF PROVIDENCE… The Bible speaks of taking up your cross, dying to self and following Jesus. This government was founded, not on the Bible but on Plato’s Republic, the Greek philosophers and a novel called “THE NEW ATLANTIS” by Sir Francis Bacon.

 Matthew 16: 24 Then Jesus said to His disciples, “If anyone wants to come with Me, he must deny himself, take up his cross, and follow Me. 25 For whoever wants to save his life will lose it, but whoever loses his life because of Me will find it. 26 What will it benefit a man if he gains the whole world yet loses his life? Or what will a man give in exchange for his life? 27 For the Son of Man is going to come with His angels in the glory of His Father, and then He will reward each according to what he has done.

 How does that compare to, “We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness. — That to secure these rights, Governments are instituted among Men, deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed”?

 The truth is that the government and those in power were corrupt and evil from the beginning… the fairy tales you learned in Sunday School notwithstanding. Godly governments do not slaughter Natives by the hundreds of thousands, steal their land, and lock them up on reservations built on the poorest land in the country. Godly nations would not send their Marines to Columbia South America, take away the entire northern section of their nation, form a new government of handpicked leaders and call that land Panama, just so that they could build, control and profit from a canal… There are ten thousand like examples, and the Church pretended that they were godly acts of a godly nation.

So, why then was the United States so blessed?

The truth is that for 200 years, the overwhelming majority of Americans were Christian. The influence of the Church and the intervention of God on their behalf kept an evil government in check. The church today is in total apostasy and has zero influence on the State. The apostasy has caused God to remove himself and the power that once restrained evil and brought blessing to the people.

Babylon is a word that describes the kingdoms of this world and all false religion, including apostate Christianity. The United States is the center of that power and the Hammer of the Whole Earth…

Revelation 18: Then I heard another voice from heaven:

Come out of her, My people,
so that you will not share in her sins
or receive any of her plagues.
For her sins are piled up to heaven,
and God has remembered her crimes.
Pay her back the way she also paid,
and double it according to her works.
In the cup in which she mixed,
mix a double portion for her.
As much as she glorified herself and lived luxuriously,
give her that much torment and grief,
for she says in her heart,
“I sit as a queen;
I am not a widow,
and I will never see grief.”
For this reason her plagues will come in one day—
death and grief and famine.
She will be burned up with fire,
because the Lord God who judges her is mighty.

 We need to take our hearts, soul, mind and body out of Babylon and move to the Kingdom of God:

We need to learn how the Kingdom of God works and just what it is that marks the ways of Babylon.

  • We need to stop seeking Life, Liberty and Happiness and begin to seek the cross of Jesus.
  • We need to stop thinking of our jobs as the source of our provision and turn to Jesus as the source of all blessing. (That does not mean quit your day job; it speaks of a deep spiritual awareness of the real source.)
  • We need to stop looking at the government as our protector and look to God.
  • We need to stop hoarding wealth and start giving like God gives…
  • We need to give up the idea that God is going to send a pagan prince to save an evil, arrogant and unrepentant land, giving it the opportunity to continue in sin…

Paul’s goal needs to become our goal: “My goal is to know Him and the power of His resurrection and the fellowship of His sufferings, being conformed to His death…” (Philippians 3:10)

Your heart must be anchored, with God, in Heaven. Paul said, “If we have put our hope in Christ for this life only, we should be pitied more than anyone.” (1 Corinthians 15:19) That is more true today than ever.

We have no future here… none…

David…

 

SHIMON PERES AS ANTICHRIST

“Plantard and Cocteau announced to the shaken Peres, that they now had reason to believe that he himself is a descendant of Jesus, Mary Magdalene, and, therefore, King David.”

In April of 2008, Alexander Nepomniashchy, an Israeli public activist and journalist, wrote in his Russian Blog an article called, “The Holy Blood of Shimon Peres”. The article is of extreme importance and you may read it in English through the link provided. In that article, he weaves an incredible story.

I knew that in his youth, Shimon Perez was educated by Jesuits and that he always had an unhealthy respect for the Popes and the Vatican. Many in Israel have written of their suspicions and distrust of the alliance between the Catholic Church and the former President and Prime Minister of Israel. What I did not know was his relationship with two French gentlemen named, Plantard and Cocteau.

According to Mr. Nepomniashchy, these two Frenchmen “were far more than merely influential French aristocrats. They headed possibly the most powerful and secret organization in the world – the Priory of Sion.” If you do not know what that is, look it up; it is the secret society of all secret societies.

Plantard and Cocteau befriended a young Perez, whose real name was Semyon Perski. They were fascinated with his name because it is not Jewish but that of a family descended from Russian Royalty. They told him that his family had both Jewish and Merovingian (Royal) roots and that according to the family legend, the Perski family originated from no other than the mythical personage of European folklore – the hero Parsifal, seeker of the mysterious Holy Grail, an elusive and unobtainable artifact. Nepomniashchy writes:

“Plantard and Cocteau announced to the shaken Peres, that they now had reason to believe that he himself is a descendant of Jesus, Mary Magdalene, and, therefore, King David.”

IT IS ALSO INTERESTING TO NOTE THAT SIR SHIMON PERES WAS KNIGHTED BY THE QUEEN OF ENGLAND AND NOW HAS A PLACE IN BRITISH ARISTOCRACY! (see photo)

What a day for a resurrection!!!

This is the perfect time. Friday will be the “Third Day”. The Jesuit Pope will speak at the funeral. Sunset brings the 29th of Elul, the day of release and the last day of the Jubilee. The next sunset brings the Feast of Trumpets and the year 5777 is born…

We know that the beast will rise in a supernatural way. No one in Israel is more beloved than Shimon Perez. He is of Jewish blood but also Merovingian Blood. He is related to Jesus Christ and a descendant of King David. He is a Jew and a Jesuit. Peres died of a stroke that paralyzed half of his body… a deadly head wound. He is known around the world as a man of peace… No one in Israel is more respected by the Palestinians and Muslims around the world than Shimon Perez…

Revelation 13:3 One of his heads appeared to be fatally wounded, but his fatal wound was healed. The whole earth was amazed and followed the beast.

You can look back through my previous posts and find that several times I have written that Pope Francis could be used in the resurrection of the Antichrist. In all fairness, I said that it could be Obama… I never thought about Mr. Perez, but this fits… This could be the miracle the world is waiting for… It is not just a wild idea; it is a very real possibility.

Nothing may happen at the Funeral… but the possibility is great enough to spark my interest… I wouldn’t miss that for the world!

If this should really happen, let me be the first to tell you that even a resurrected Perez is not the Messiah but the spirit of Abaddon incarnate in the body of a man whose soul is now in Hell…

David…

P.S. The article quoted may not be reliable. There is no independent confirmation that it is the truth… Just a “Heads Up!”

P.P.S. I guess this shoots down my resurrection theory…

http://www.catholicherald.co.uk/news/2016/09/28/vatican-georgia-visit-prevents-pope-francis-from-attending-funeral-of-shimon-peres/

SHOULD WOMEN EAT THEIR OWN CHILDREN?

Lamentations 2:
20 Lord, look and consider
who You have done this to.
Should women eat their own children, the infants they have nurtured?

Francis Schaeffer wrote a book titled, How Then Should We Now Live? You should read the book but I am simply borrowing the question. The situation we face today is much different than was his. I love the question and the answer is extremely important right here and right now.

There is a point of no return in the life of nations and there is a definitive end to the world as we know it. The United States has passed the point of no return. We have been weighed in the balance and found wanting. Judgment is decreed and we have reached the end. The world itself is, I am convinced, within a decade of Armageddon.

On the day the Temple was dedicated, God gave both a promise and a terrible threat. We love the promise and we have claimed it over America tens of millions of times…

2 Chronicles 7:14 If My people who are called by My name humble themselves, pray and seek My face, and turn from their evil ways, then I will hear from heaven, forgive their sin, and heal their land.

We have seldom, if ever, read the rest of the chapter. The promise, however, is attached to a curse. They cannot be separated. Every single time that an American Christian has claimed the promise, they have, knowingly or not, called down the curse…

2 Chronicles 7:19 However, if you turn away and abandon My statutes and My commands that I have set before you and if you go and serve other gods and worship them, 20 then I will uproot Israel from the soil that I gave them, and this temple that I have sanctified for My name I will banish from My presence; I will make it an object of scorn and ridicule among all the peoples. 21 As for this temple, which was exalted, everyone who passes by will be appalled and will say: Why did the Lord do this to this land and this temple? 22 Then they will say: Because they abandoned the Lord God of their ancestors who brought them out of the land of Egypt. They clung to other gods and worshiped and served them. Because of this, He brought all this ruin on them.

Israel, like the United States, rejected the promise and fell under the curse. God called in Nebuchadnezzar and the curse was fulfilled to the letter. It got so bad in Jerusalem that Jeremiah wrote…

Lamentations 2:
20 
Lord, look and consider
who You have done this to.
Should women eat their own children,
the infants they have nurtured?
Should priests and prophets
be killed in the Lord’s sanctuary?

21 Both young and old
are lying on the ground in the streets.
My young men and women
have fallen by the sword.
You have killed them in the day of Your anger,
slaughtering without compassion.

Jeremiah tried to pray for the people but his pleas were of no avail…

Jeremiah 14: 11 Then the Lord said to me, “Do not pray for the well-being of these people. 12 If they fast, I will not hear their cry of despair. If they offer burnt offering and grain offering, I will not accept them. Rather, I will finish them off by sword, famine, and plague.”

13 And I replied, “Oh no, Lord God! The prophets are telling them, ‘You won’t see sword or suffer famine. I will certainly give you true peace in this place.’”

14 But the Lord said to me, “These prophets are prophesying a lie in My name. I did not send them, nor did I command them or speak to them. They are prophesying to you a false vision, worthless divination, the deceit of their own minds.

Jeremiah had to tell the people who were suffering and dying…

Lamentations 2: 14 Your prophets saw visions for you
that were empty and deceptive;
they did not reveal your guilt
and so restore your fortunes.
They saw oracles for you
that were empty and misleading.

And again…


Lamentations 2:17 The Lord has done what He planned;
He has accomplished His decree,
which He ordained in days of old.
He has demolished without compassion,
letting the enemy gloat over you
and exalting the horn of your adversaries.

This is the immediate future of the United States…

How then should we now live?

A few things are foremost in my mind…

  • Deny yourself, take up your cross and follow Jesus.
  • Separate yourself, as much as possible, from the Babylonian system by which America runs.
  • Cry out for souls. While no hope remains for the United States, men, women, boys and girls can be snatched from the gates of Hell.
  • Beg God to put you in a fellowship of believers who know what is going on and are honest both spiritually and academically. They need to have a realistic understanding of what is going on in the world and they need to have God’s answers to the questions the world is really asking.
  • Fellowship with real flesh and blood believers… face to face. We will soon lose the internet. Sharing Scripture and Christian ideals will be illegal and your Facebook page will disappear.
  • Make Heaven your home. Work and pray and read your Bible until you understand what it means to wander as a pilgrim and a stranger in a foreign land. A mind fixed on Jesus will not be swayed. A mind fixed on saving America and protecting a privileged standard of living, will be taken in by the coming deception.

There is no room for those who walk the fence, torn between the world and their God. The fence has been sharpened to a razors edge; it will slice you in half and you will lose both…

David…

PRAY THAT I AM WRONG!

If we get through 2017 and still live in a free country, I am going to be all over Facebook shouting, “I was wrong! Glory Hallelujah! Praise God! Thank you Jesus! I was WRONG!”

Someone was talking with me about taking a cruise to the Caribbean next year. With my mindset, I replied, “If they are still letting people leave the country by then.” My response was not appreciated.

I cannot help it… Knowing what I know, it is difficult to imagine a future that includes the things that we have taken as normal life. My dream of the future is bound up in strife, war, persecution and death. The good part of my future is bound up in dreams of Heaven and the Millennial Kingdom. I cannot imagine my grandchildren growing up and living successful, productive lives in a free America. No matter how hard I try, I cannot picture that.

I engage in small talk about the future and I listen to Christians laying out their plans for the future. I try hard to smile and answer with only the most banal of answers; “Uh-Huh” and other non-comital grunts. In my head, I am screaming, “It ain’t gonna happen!” I hate playing that game.

No one has ever prayed so hard that their vision of the future was wrong. I pray, I wish, I hope that I am wrong. If we get through 2017 and still live in a free country, I am going to be all over Facebook shouting, “I was wrong! Glory Hallelujah! Praise God! Thank you Jesus! I was WRONG!” I do not believe you will ever see those posts; I really don’t.

Please join with me in praying that I am wrong… but as you do so, please spend time building your relationship with Jesus Christ and preparing your heart, mind, body and soul for the worst.

  • If you build your dreams of the future around God, Heaven and the Millennial Kingdom, it will be much easier to face whatever happens in the meantime.
  • If you forsake all and take up your Cross now, there will be nothing for Satan to knock out from under you in the coming months and years.
  • If you renounce your citizenship, reject the pleasures of Babylon, and join the Kingdom of God now, it will be much easier on you the day Babylon burns.
  • If you are grounded in the Word of God now, it will be much harder for Satan to deceive you in the day of his appearing…

Revelation 13:7 And he was permitted to wage war against the saints and to conquer them. He was also given authority over every tribe, people, language, and nation.

BUT

Revelation 7:9 After this I looked, and there was a vast multitude from every nation, tribe, people, and language, which no one could number, standing before the throne and before the Lamb. They were robed in white with palm branches in their hands.

GET OUT OF BABYLON BEFORE IT BURNS!

David…

 

INTERVIEW WITH DAVID

Anytime someone speaks out against their own nation, it brings a knee-jerk patriotic reaction. German Christians who pointed out that the German government, under control of the Nazis, had become evil and was doing evil things were castigated by the official church and the population in general. How can your own nation be evil?

Ezekiel 33:1 The word of the Lord came to me: 2 “Son of man, speak to your people and tell them: Suppose I bring the sword against a land, and the people of that land select a man from among them, appointing him as their watchman, 3 and he sees the sword coming against the land and blows his trumpet to warn the people. 4 Then, if anyone hears the sound of the trumpet but ignores the warning, and the sword comes and takes him away, his blood will be on his own head. 5 Since he heard the sound of the trumpet but ignored the warning, his blood is on his own hands. If he had taken warning, he would have saved his life. 6 However, if the watchman sees the sword coming but doesn’t blow the trumpet, so that the people aren’t warned, and the sword comes and takes away their lives, then they have been taken away because of their iniquity, but I will hold the watchman accountable for their blood.

A Watchman is a regular soldier, not a General. A Watchman uses all the resources at his disposal, looks for danger, spots it and sounds the alarm. That is my calling and my function; that is what I do. What people do with what I report is up to them, my hands are clean.

There are three groups of people and three groups of responses to the warnings given by the Watchman:

  1. Denial and anger based on feelings. These people will stand up and scream that the watchman is lying but they will never climb the wall and look for themselves. In modern terms, they will never do so much as to follow the links given by the Watchman, much less do any real research or make any effort to ascertain the truth.
  2. Mindless acceptance based on feelings. The Watchman sounds so smart and his words go together well, he must be speaking the truth. Again, they will never climb the wall and look for themselves. In modern terms, they will never do so much as to follow the links given by the Watchman, much less do any real research or make any effort to ascertain the truth.
  3. Cautious research and an effort to discover the truth. These Berean Christians pray over the uncomfortable warning given by the Watchman, they research Scripture, history, and current events to see if these things be true. They follow all the links given and they decide what to do about the warning based on real knowledge and the leading of the Spirit of God.

I love the people in all three groups. I respect the people in group three.

I speak out against the United States of America because real research of Scripture, history and recent events has convinced me, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that the United States of America is the enemy of the cross of Jesus Christ. We do bad things and we have earned the judgment of a Holy and Righteous God.

Anytime someone speaks out against their own nation, it brings a knee-jerk patriotic reaction. German Christians who pointed out that the German government, under control of the Nazis, had become evil and was doing evil things were castigated by the official church and the population in general. How can your own nation be evil? The thought violates everything you learned in school and church. When I suggest that the United States has become the Evil Empire, Christians and pagans alike jump up and scream their objections.

We, as a nation, slaughter a million babies a year and pour out their blood to Baal. We, as a nation, praise sodomy and exalt sexual perversion. We have placed intense financial pressure on every nation on earth, pushing them to legalize abortion and sodomy. We have threatened to cut off Foreign Aid and deny access to the World Bank to nations that fail to comply. There is overwhelming evidence that we brought down the World Trade Center in a well-planned, False Flag event. The control of the oil in the Middle East was the real motive. Christians not only refuse to believe these things; they steadfastly refuse to look at the evidence.

The judgment of God is coming to America. I will shout the warning with my last breath. You can do what you like with this information. I will shout the warning no matter what you do. Judgment is coming and we deserve it…

The remnant is so small that we are all standing together on the wall… blowing our horns in a vain attempt to warn those whom, by choice, have determined not to hear…

If, by any chance you hear me, come join us on the wall… there remain large gaps without a watchman…

GET OUT OF BABYLON!

David…