TO CHOOSE BLINDNESS

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Jesus was wont to say, “Let those who have eyes to see, see” and “Let those who have ears to hear, hear.” I understand the blindness of the lost, “Unless you are Born Again, you cannot see the Kingdom of God.” Pardon me if I ignore the lost in this article. My subject concerns those Born Again, children of the Living God, who choose blindness over sight and deafness over hearing, at the most critical point in the history of the world.

“I don’t want to talk about that. I am going to preach the Gospel to the lost, nothing else matters.” Says a Pastor as he lowers his head, excuses himself and walks away. That statement might be valid, except that his sermon of the morning had been about tithing, with a strong call to support the building program. His congregation is dwindling, offerings are down, a third of the seats in the building are empty but this Pastor sees his salvation in a new sanctuary. Talk about current events, the imminent collapse of the nation and the rise of the New World Order are things he chooses not to look at, listen to, or think about. To preach on such things would be ecclesiastical suicide.

We used to joke about Evangelists and their numbers. If my pastor was going to stretch the truth for an illustration, he would begin by prefacing his statement with the phrase, “Evangelastically speaking…”, combining Evangelistic and Elastic, in a single word. This was so because success or failure in ministry was and is measured in numbers. The pastor with the biggest church, largest congregation, most revenue, is the winner. We judge God’s Church by Babylonian standards and wonder where we failed.

Jesus gathered a congregation that numbered more than five thousand, preached a single sermon and ended up with twelve, and one of those was a traitor. That is success! If you can find eleven people who will listen to the truth and follow you anyway, you are witnessing great things. Babylon would have you judging by the numbers. Jesus would have you make disciples.

The Gospel is central but the Gospel as presented in Scripture, not the bastardized, Americanized, Babylonian gospel. The Gospel in Scripture requires repentance, makes disciples and is judged by observing the quality of the crop. The Babylonian Gospel centers on how many people you can get to walk down an aisle, shake the preacher’s hand and repeat the “Sinner’s Prayer.”

If you are making disciples, you will share the whole truth with them and you will guide and direct them to the road that leaves Babylon. You will lead your little flock into the Kingdom of God and they will dwell there. You will teach them what Jesus said to watch for and help them to see. You will encourage them to seek wisdom and understanding. You will not hide the truth. You will preach the truth, even when you know that a Disciple or two may reject the truth and leave the fold as a result.

Church Growth Seminars lead to Spiritual Death. Eleven disciples and a traitor is better than a church of five thousand Hell-bound sinners.

Babylonian pastors, in Babylonian churches, will never talk about prophecy, current events, or the sins of America. They will carefully measure their sermons by the offering plate and the number of seats filled on Sunday morning. Truth that lowers revenue will be avoided at all costs. They will not listen to the truth and they most certainly will not preach it. The Fourth of July will be celebrated as a church holiday. Christmas trees and Easter Baskets will decorate the sanctuary in their season but no teaching will ever be given that would help the people understand current events and the immediate future in light of Biblical Prophecy… These Pastors will blindly lead a blinded congregation into Tribulation and the Great Deception without a clue… They have chosen to be blind and they have chosen to blind their congregations.

Preach the truth. Preach the whole truth. Pray that God will give you a dozen disciples. It is enough.

Revelation 18:4 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.

David…

Facebook, YouTube and Heresy

Heresy, almost without exception, is truth, taken to a ridiculous, unbiblical and ungodly extreme.

The Bible is simple. The Gospel is straightforward. YouTube and Facebook are tailor made for heretics, making experts out of the ignorant. Anybody, with any idea, can become a Facebook Pundit or a YouTube Guru. It would seem that the more outlandish the idea, the faster one can gain a following.

People with degrees in Dental Technology are now Flat-Earth Experts, having used a Dental X Ray machine to prove that there is no curvature to the earth’s surface. People whose sole qualification is three years in the Church Nursery are now Theologians, certain that a few flowery lines of Biblical Poetry should force Christians everywhere to abandon the preaching of the Gospel and devote their lives to proving the earth to be flat.

At the same time, others are twisting Scripture, writing long essays about why Paul was not an Apostle and his letters are not Scripture. They do this because they want us to believe that our salvation depends on our ability to keep the Law of Moses or perhaps to pronounce the Name of God in good Hebrew with a South Georgia accent. Paul disagrees and them edumacated Christian preachers just won’t stop quoting Paul.

We have a new group trying to hijack my Facebook page and preach their “new doctrine” in comments under my posts. They do not yet know that their “New Doctrine” was around so long ago that Paul himself was forced to fight them. These brilliant Facebook Pundits, armed with videos by YouTube Gurus, believe that they have reached a state of sinless perfection, while still in the body. This is ancient Gnosticism. “In my spirit I am sinless and what my body does does not count. I can live with my twelve year old son in a same sex relationship and still be sinless before God. My soul is not sinning, just my body.” John says that if we say we have no sin, we make God a liar and the truth is not in us… That being true, these theological wonders would have us believe that because we admit that we sin and have need of forgiveness, we are somehow defective.

The “Sinless Perfection” people have broken off from the slightly older heresy called Hyper-Grace. Hyper-Grace uses the Grace of God as an excuse to sin. In its milder forms, it accepts sinful lifestyles as normal and unavoidable for Christians. You were born Gay so you might as well bring your same-sex lover to church and hold hands while you praise God. In its most offensive stage, Hyper-Grace insists that the Grace of God and the Blood of Jesus have saved all mankind and 100% of everybody is going to end up in Heaven, whether they want to be there or not. Christians, forgiven, washed in the Blood, made clean and Born Again at the Cross, love Jesus.  Hyper-Grace believers, use Jesus. Sin hurts God. Sin nailed Jesus to the cross. Sin bothers and hurts Christians. Sin is a plaything for the Hyper-Grace people… They have no love for God… no relationship with Jesus. What hurts God, what nailed Jesus to the cross is of no consequence to them… they could care less… To live in sin for a lifetime and gain Heaven when you die… what a deal!

The Gospel is this: Jesus died to save sinners, of whom I am chief. We are free from the Law. We are saved by Grace, through faith in the Son of God. Having been saved, we are filled with the Spirit of God. We enter into an intimate, husband – wife type relationship with Jesus Christ. We take up our cross, die to ourselves daily, and follow him. Because we love him, we obey him and do what pleases him. We do not have to sin but we do sin. When we sin, the Holy Spirit convicts us of sin. We sorrow and grieve because we have hurt the God we love. We confess our sin and He is faithful and just to forgive us our sin and cleanse us from all unrighteousness.

John, in his first Epistle, finds a wonderful balance:

1 John 1:Now this is the message we have heard from Him and declare to you: God is light, and there is absolutely no darkness in Him. If we say, “We have fellowship with Him,” yet we walk in darkness, we are lying and are not practicing the truth. But if we walk in the light as He Himself is in the light, we have fellowship with one another, and the blood of Jesus His Son cleanses us from all sin. If we say, “We have no sin,” we are deceiving ourselves, and the truth is not in us. If we confess our sins, He is faithful and righteous to forgive us our sins and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness. 10 If we say, “We don’t have any sin,” we make Him a liar, and His word is not in us.

Paul also finds balance:

Romans 6:15 What then? Should we sin because we are not under law but under grace? Absolutely not! 16 Don’t you know that if you offer yourselves to someone as obedient slaves, you are slaves of that one you obey—either of sin leading to death or of obedience leading to righteousness? 17 But thank God that, although you used to be slaves of sin, you obeyed from the heart that pattern of teaching you were transferred to, 18 and having been liberated from sin, you became enslaved to righteousness.

Heresy, almost without exception, is truth, taken to a ridiculous, unbiblical and ungodly extreme. From his first question, “Hath God said…?” Satan has sought to twist Scripture, bending the very Word of God, to lead men and women astray. Scripture is balanced. Heresy is lopsided. Scripture is Christocentric. Heresy is always Egocentric. Stick with Doctrine that glorifies God. Stick with doctrine that centers on Christ. Stick with doctrine that finds a balance… Run from the extremes of the heretics.

David…

PASSED DUE FOR THE “WIDOW MAKER”

“Yea though I walk through the valley of the shadow if death, I will fear no evil”

“I am amazed that he is still alive!” Such were the words of the surgeon who had just catheterized my heart. I don’t remember that. I was awake and responding but too drugged up to remember later. They are words that my wife will never forget.

What followed was a trip to my third hospital in as many days, surgery that would stop my heart for over an hour, routing my blood through a Heart-Lung machine instead, and being sent home to recover at the end of a ten-day vacation I would wish on no one, ever.

Health-Park Medical Center is “State of the Art.” It looks like a five-star hotel with a lobby including a four-story atrium grander than that of any Naples Hotel. The food is good, the Doctors, nurses and staff, highly trained, skilled, and kind beyond imagination. People travel here, from around the world, to combine “Elective Surgery” with a tropical vacation… That I had the best care available, and that in a beautiful place, does not mean that I would recommend “Dying to Get There.”

The three main arteries to my heart had completely occluded. Over a period of years, my body had grown its own bypasses… new arteries to bypass the clogged ones that no one could find… damage invisible to EKGs and stress tests…. Presenting, in  cardiac distress, my first EKGs came back normal; only a stress test showed a possible “Small blockage of a small artery….” Machines lying, as they have for the more than ten years I have complained of shortness of breath and a racing heart. Three main arteries completely blocked and the machine showed a “Possible” small blockage of a minor artery.

Sent to a second hospital, they were to catheterize my heart, with the understanding that the blocked artery “might be too small to stent.” What an eyeopener to awake and find that, in fact, I was days or minutes from a fatal heart attack… Yet, I had known it to be true for many years. I had been faced with the negative results of a hundred tests and been sent home from emergency rooms, diagnosed with “Gastric Distress” more times than I can count… Never give up! It was, the hand of God that saved my life. It was God who opened the eyes of my surgeons to the distress of my heart.

Faced with the diagnosis of a ninety-plus percent blockage of the three main arteries of life, I received the standard tips to say no to surgery, read a book, change my diet and save my own life. Sorry, flat on your back with a prognosis of imminent, sure, and certain death, is not the time to “read a book and change your diet”

What did I learn from all this? That the Psalmist knew his God, and that the phrase, “Yea though I walk through the valley of the shadow if death, I will fear no evil” is not simply the work of a dead poet but a present and living reality for the child of God… You really can face death with no fear and peace in your heart… Really!

David…

CHRISTIANITY VERSUS AMERICANISM

Let us contrast, to start, two strong, foundational statements:

1. 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.
2. The person who loves father or mother more than Me is not worthy of Me; the person who loves son or daughter more than Me is not worthy of Me. And whoever doesn’t take up his cross and follow Me is not worthy of Me. Anyone finding his life will lose it, and anyone losing his life because of Me will find it.

When I was in High School, the State of Florida, mandated a course called, “Americanism Versus Communism.” In that class, we learned of wonderful American heroes like, Washington, Jefferson, Franklin, and the like and about the terrible heroes of communism, the likes of Lenin, Stalin, Mao and Obama. We diligently studied the reasons that the American system of Government works and communism never will.

The course must have been written by the boys down at the Lodge… It was a winner.

What I would like to do, in this article, is to give you a different kind of course… a course that should be mandated by the Board of Education of the Kingdom of Heaven, for every Kingdom Citizen, living as a foreigner and an alien in the United States of America. A course in Christianity Vs. Americanism, or perhaps, we should call it, Kingdom Principles Vs. Americanism.

I am not saying that Americanism is not better for the people than communism. Please bear with me.

Let us contrast the two systems, the Kingdom of God and the United States of America. Most older American Christians have been taught, by their Pastors, as well as the school system, that the United States and the Kingdom of God are synonymous… If you are a Christian, you are a good American and you cannot be a good American unless you at least live like a Christian. Lets look at that.

Let us contrast, to start, two strong, foundational statements:

  1. 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.
  2. The person who loves father or mother more than Me is not worthy of Me; the person who loves son or daughter more than Me is not worthy of Me. And whoever doesn’t take up his cross and follow Me is not worthy of Me. Anyone finding his life will lose it, and anyone losing his life because of Me will find it.

Somehow, the wise men in the great American Seminaries, decided, and taught for more than two hundred years, that those two statements could be reconciled. You could believe that your Creator had given you a right to life but you could not be worthy of Jesus if you found your life and if you did not die to yourself and lose your life (and rights) for his sake.  So, your Creator Gave you a right to life and your God took it away. That will make you scratch your head.

The full statement in the Declaration of Independence is: “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…” Please take the time to look up the doctrine of the Deists. This is a core and absolute belief in Deism, The Creator created, then abandoned the world, having established “Governments” to run everything…

Paul frequently speaks of himself as a slave to Jesus Christ but the Declaration of Independence says that your Creator has given you an “unalienable right” to Liberty. Scripture says that you must give up everything, deny yourself and follow Christ. The Declaration of Independence says that your Creator has given you an immutable, unchangeable, permanent and forever right to seek happiness. According to the wisdom of the American Church, there is no problem here. Perhaps you are smarter than the American Church?

The constant message in America and the message that got Donald Trump elected is that every American has a right to a good job, good pay, and all the “stuff” he could ever desire. Scripture says:

All who are under the yoke as slaves must regard their own masters to be worthy of all respect, so that God’s name and His teaching will not be blasphemed. Those who have believing masters should not be disrespectful to them because they are brothers, but should serve them better, since those who benefit from their service are believers and dearly loved.

False Doctrine and Human Greed

Teach and encourage these things. If anyone teaches other doctrine and does not agree with the sound teaching of our Lord Jesus Christ and with the teaching that promotes godliness, he is conceited, understanding nothing, but has a sick interest in disputes and arguments over words. From these come envy, quarreling, slander, evil suspicions, and constant disagreement among people whose minds are depraved and deprived of the truth, who imagine that godliness is a way to material gain. But godliness with contentment is a great gain.

For we brought nothing into the world, and we can take nothing out. But if we have food and clothing, we will be content with these.

But those who want to be rich fall into temptation, a trap, and many foolish and harmful desires, which plunge people into ruin and destruction. For the love of money is a root of all kinds of evil, and by craving it, some have wandered away from the faith and pierced themselves with many pains. (1 Timothy 6:1-10)

Try preaching that to your favorite Trump supporter…

Many, in the American Church, have woken up to the fact that those wonderful statements in the Declaration of Independence are, in reality, the doctrines of demons and the principles of Babylon. Unfortunately, most do not have a clue.

It was Satan who offered Jesus the riches of this world’s kingdoms, not Jesus who offered those things to his followers. Satan rebelled against God because he wanted to be free. The Devil’s sales pitch has always been to offer Freedom and riches and knowledge… Always… from the very beginning.

Let us go on to another major difference. God, in Genesis, separated the people. It was God who separated men by tribes and tongues and nations. This was, outside of the cross of Jesus Christ, the greatest blow ever dealt to Satan and the Kingdom of this world. God had said:

“If they have begun to do this as one people all having the same language, then nothing they plan to do will be impossible for them. Come, let Us go down there and confuse their language so that they will not understand one another’s speech.”

So from there the Lord scattered them over the face of the whole earth, and they stopped building the city. Therefore its name is called Babel for there the Lord confused the language of the whole earth, and from there the Lord scattered them over the face of the whole earth. (Genesis 11)

Did you get that? “nothing they (fallen man under Lucifer) plan to do will be impossible for them!” That is why God separated people into groups. Satan wanted to defeat God and establish himself as the god of this world, forever. He still does. The United States was the “Guinea Pig” the trial… the Babylonian forerunner to the New World Order. What America has been, on a single continent, the New World Order / Kingdom of the Beast will be on a global scale. That is the Devil’s plan… having reunited the world, he will take on God at Armageddon and win, becoming the god of this world for all of eternity. That is his plan and he has just enough ego and pride to believe his own stuff…

What is the cry of America? “Give me your poor; your huddled masses…” The Masonic motto (and it predates the Masons) is “Ordo Ab Chao” or “Order out of Chaos.” What “chaos”? The Chaos created by God at Babylon. Look at the mottoes on your money…

  • “E Pluribus Unum” (Out of Many, One).
  • “Annuit cœptis” (He [?] has favored our undertakings)
  • “Novus ordo seclorum” (New World Order)
  • “IN GOD WE TRUST” (Placed next to the Egyptian pyramid and the eye of Osiris, a pagan god.)

“E Pluribus Unum”, speaks to undoing the divisions established, by God, at Babel.  “Annuit cœptis”, simply says that Lucifer has favored our undertakings.  “Novus Ordo Seclorum” has been officially translated as “New Order of the Ages.” That is, simply put, One World Government or the “New World Order.”  Placing the motto, “IN GOD WE TRUST” next to the symbols of a pagan god, gives us insight that the Masonic controlled, Evangelical Churches in America were determined that we would never see.

From Wikipedia: According to Richard S. Patterson and Richardson Dougall, Annuit coeptis (meaning “favor our undertakings”) and the other motto on the reverse of the Great Seal, Novus ordo seclorum (meaning “new order of the ages”) can both be traced to lines by the Roman poet Virgil. Annuit cœptis comes from the Aeneid, book IX, line 625, which reads, Iuppiter omnipotens, audacibus adnue coeptis. It is a prayer by Ascanius, the son of the hero of the story, Aeneas, which translates to, “Jupiter [Satan] Almighty, favour [my] bold undertakings”, just before slaying an enemy warrior, Remulus. (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Annuit_c%C5%93ptis)

PLEASE! Do your homework! Do not take my word for these things… LOOK IT UP!

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!

ἐκκλησία

These churches do not, cannot and will not accommodate the Ecclesia and the Remnant is the Ecclesia…

Dr. Michael Lake, Chancellor of Biblical Life Seminary and author of the bestselling book, The Shinar Directive, says that if all of those in the Remnant decided to go to church on the same day, there would not be enough church buildings to accommodate them.(1) That assessment sends a clear message that needs to be heard across the land…

The Remnant has been disenfranchised by the Babylonian Church…

One of the cruelest tricks ever played on the English-speaking church was perpetrated by King James and the Archbishop of the Church of England. One of the specific rules, handed down to the translators of the King James Bible by the Archbishop, under the signature of the King, was that they must translate the word ἐκκλησία, (Ecclesia) using the word “Church.” Ecclesia, means “called out to” and is properly translated as “The ones who have been called out” or perhaps, “Congregation.”  Church, in the English of 1611, was defined as “A building where religious services are held” It holds that as its primary definition to this day. The amount of confusion and damage caused by that translation is immeasurable.

…on this rock I will build My ἐκκλησία, and the forces of Hades will not overpower it. (Matthew 16:18)

The Protestant, Evangelical, Charismatic and Pentecostal churches in America have all been corrupted by the Babylonian system and, in particular, the Masonic Religion. You do not have to look far to see church buildings designed to look like Greek Temples… all according to strict Masonic Architectural principles. Almost every Christian Seminary has buildings designed, paid for and named after Master Masons. To find a church in America, larger than 250 members, that does not have at least one Master Mason on the church board would be almost impossible. If you do not understand the significance of that, search for the word “Mason” on this blog and read the articles that come up.

These churches do not, cannot and will not accommodate the Ecclesia and the Remnant is the Ecclesia…

Those who are in the Remnant have been called out of Babylon. With very few exceptions across America and no exceptions in many cities and towns, the American churches are firmly rooted and grounded in Babylon. When a member of the Remnant shows up, he fits like a square peg in a round hole. Everything he says and does goes contrary to the Babylonian system. It is not long until he upsets the proverbial apple cart and the other church members and even the Pastor begin to make it clear that he is not welcome.

If a Pastor hears the call and begins to exit Babylon, his sermons quickly begin to upset the congregation and the Mason(s) on the church board soon begin to look for a new pastor… At the very least, it produces an immediate and negative effect on both attendance and offerings. For this reason, most pastors will never leave Babylon… preferring to risk the plagues of Babylon to the instant loss of finances and prestige…

An Ecclesia, in the sense of a congregation of the Elect or the Remnant, will never be able to afford a church building or a hired Pastor. With no Masons in the Congregation, such finances are, for the most part, unobtainable. With no Masonic Brother on the board, banks are extremely reticent to loan money to a congregation. Thus, Ecclesia, or Congregations of the Remnant, find themselves meeting in houses and parks and fields and forests… The Pastors among the Remnant are mostly unpaid and often untrained… but they know their God.

I would ask those in the Remnant, and you know who you are, to try to start or find house churches with the Remnant in your neighborhood… and they are there. You meet by praying and going where God tells you to go and talking to whom God tells you to speak… This is organized, as in China, by divine appointments.

I would encourage Pastors, called to leave Babylon, to do so. This will, most likely, involve resigning your church, taking a secular job and meeting with the remnant in your house or a public place… The money and the 501(c) 3 are out the window… Wave Bye-Bye! Nothing ties a church and a pastor to Babylon like a Tax-Exemption.

If you are uncertain what I mean by Babylon… Search for Babylon on this blog and read all of the articles that come up.

Dr. Lake has said that trying to wake up the church is like “slapping dead cows.” I agree… There is a Remnant… an ecclesia of like-minded souls who have been called out of Babylon and into the Kingdom of God. If you have read this far, you just might be one of us… Pray that, above and beyond Facebook, God places you with a congregation of the called-out ones… Real, warm bodies, Brothers and Sisters who you can love and who will love you back. Forget “Church.” Find and join a Congregation…

45 Come out from among her, My people!
Save your lives, each of you,
from the Lord’s burning anger.
46 May you not become cowardly and fearful
when the report is proclaimed in the land,
for the report will come one year,
and then another the next year.
There will be violence in the land
with ruler against ruler. (Jeremiah 51:45, 46)

David…

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WATCHMAN: HEAR GOD!

The true Watchman, goes to God, already armed with a firm and solid knowledge of the Word of God. With such an anchor in place, and with an open mind and a hungry heart, the Watchman admits, to God, that he knows nothing. He asks God to open his eyes and let him see, to open his ears and let him hear, and to open his mind and let him understand. There is a covenant between the Watchman and God; the Watchman receives supernatural insight but, with that insight comes responsibility. What God shows that Watchman often goes against common thought and long standing Dogma in the Church and sharing is difficult.

Ezekiel 33:“As for you, son of man, I have made you a watchman for the house of Israel. When you hear a word from My mouth, give them a warning from Me. If I say to the wicked, ‘Wicked one, you will surely die,’ but you do not speak out to warn him about his way, that wicked person will die for his iniquity, yet I will hold you responsible for his blood. But if you warn a wicked person to turn from his way and he doesn’t turn from it, he will die for his iniquity, but you will have saved your life.

What God shows the Watchman must be shared. The Watchman is often overwhelmed by what he sees. What he sees, speaks of doom and darkness, of sword and famine and death. Having asked and now having seen, the Watchman now fears… dreads sharing what he has seen. With the insight and understanding comes the threat of Blood Guilt… God says that if the Watchman does not share what he has seen and warn his fellow man, he is guilty of their death. And so, the watchman, in fear and trembling, shares what he has seen.

Would be Watchmen, with little or no knowledge of the Word of God, often seek “New Knowledge” in the strength of their own flesh. Finding something odd, they latch on to it, study it, think about it. Then, having convinced themselves that they have discovered something new, they go to God. “God,” they say, “I know this is true. Please help me prove it.” Armed with their “New Knowledge” and encouraged by a five minute, one way prayer, they go on Facebook and confuse the Church of Jesus Christ; unaware of the Blood Guilt they have incurred… They are encouraged at the number of disciples they rapidly gain, and so, they begin to search for more “New Knowledge.” From such nonsense come cults, and many are damned.

Many years ago, having sinned greatly and fallen spectacularly, I promised God that, if He would restore me, I would say whatever He told me to say, no matter what. Perhaps, if I had known what I would be required to share, I would not have made such a promise. I agonize over what God shows me. I share things in fear and trembling. A handful of people understand and accept the message. The clear majority of Christians, unable to argue with what God has shown me, reject it anyway and resort to name calling as a last defense against the truth…

I am very human and supremely fallible. Almost two years ago, God told me that Obama would be followed up by a right wing, strongman… an egomaniac who would lead the United States and the world to destruction. While I was digesting that, I read an article about Mitt Romney and the Mormon Prophecy… the “White Horse Prophecy.” It sounded a lot like what I had seen of the coming Right-Wing Leader. I mixed the two, in my mind and wrote several articles, in which I did not predict or prophecy, but in which, I strongly suggested that Mitt Romney might very well be our next President. I mixed what God showed me with what I saw in the flesh and it confused people. We got the Right-Wing Egomaniac” God showed me, but it wasn’t Romney. If I confused you, I apologize.

Sometimes, no, often I see what other people are saying and, if it seems reasonable, I pass it along. Other watchmen are also fallible. Sometimes what I pass along is true, other times not. We must all examine all things prayerfully and in the light of plain Scripture.

No watchman sees it all or knows it all. I stand in awe of the kind and amount of information that God is giving through some of his Watchmen, but the best of them do not see everything. It is as we carefully and prayerfully weigh, measure and compare the messages of many that a clear picture of the whole begins to take form. You and I must take that which God shows us and compare it with what others are saying. We must pray that God begin to put the puzzle together for all of us and that even the careless Christian begins to get the message. What is coming is not pleasant or happy or good. All of God’s watchmen are seeing pain and sword and hunger and death. We are all seeing different aspects of the coming Judgment of a Holy and Righteous God wreaked on an arrogant, proud and evil land. We are seeing the coming of Antichrist, the destruction of the United States and the New World Order that will rise, like a phoenix, out of the ashes… Not pleasant stuff…

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.

Heaven is my home and my hope is eternal. If I did not believe that, I would be thinking about suicide. You must get your mind off of this world. You must take up your cross and follow Jesus. You must make every effort, with mind, soul and spirit, to make Heaven your home. You must determine that whatever happens, you will cling to the cross and follow Jesus. If your hope is in this nation, your house, your home, your job… you are going to die a hopeless and meaningless death… disappointed beyond all measure. If you are clinging to the cross, following Jesus, if Heaven is your home, you will be able to hold firm to the end and you will receive a Crown of Righteousness on the other side.

Philippians 3:But everything that was a gain to me, I have considered to be a loss because of Christ. More than that, I also consider everything to be a loss in view of the surpassing value of knowing Christ Jesus my Lord. Because of Him I have suffered the loss of all things and consider them filth, so that I may gain Christ and be found in Him, not having a righteousness of my own from the law, but one that is through faith in Christ—the righteousness from God based on faith. 10 My goal is to know Him and the power of His resurrection and the fellowship of His sufferings, being conformed to His death, 11 assuming that I will somehow reach the resurrection from among the dead.

The answer is not in legalism or the law or following a bunch of rules… you will die a miserable failure if you try. The answer is found in a very real relationship with a living God. You are saved by Grace, you are free from the Law, you are in Christ and Christ is in you… the hope of Glory. Get to know Jesus… wrap yourself up in his arms and hold on tightly. This thing is personal. You do not succeed in marriage by memorizing the Marriage Handbook and closely following the rules. You succeed in marriage by loving and respecting your spouse and by getting to know them intimately. You are a part of the Bride of Christ. Get to know your spouse… love him and respect him… Therein lies the highway to Heaven…

Every time I write one of these posts, I think that it may be my last… If this is my last post, hang onto Jesus and meet me on the other side…

David…

THE DEATH OF THE BIRD GOD

After an hour or so, the people were in a demon induced frenzy. The holy man, who had been sitting alongside the fire, smoking his hallucinogens, stood slowly and approached a girl of about 14 years of age, quietly tapping her on the shoulder…

This is a true story:

The little bird that twitted from branch to branch was innocent enough but the demon, who pretended to be the god that bird had come to represent, was bloodthirsty and evil beyond imagination.

The people who called the little bird God were gathered around the fire, as naked as the day they were born. Slowly at first, but then more rapid and insistent, the drum began to beat in that beat so familiar to Satanists around the world.

After an hour or so, the people were in a demon induced frenzy. The holy man, who had been sitting alongside the fire, smoking his hallucinogens, stood slowly and approached a girl of about 14 years of age, quietly tapping her on the shoulder. Taking his cue, she approached the fire and quickly threw in her first-born son. The baby screamed for a second or two but was quickly silenced by the flames that snuffed the life from his tiny body.

And the Bird-God, speaking through the shaman, promised to protect the tribe from the cannibals they feared with an unnatural terror.

Standing beside the fire stood a young boy, perhaps ten years old. Suddenly sickened by the sight of the burning infant, he ran into the woods, weeping. “God” he cried, “if you are a god, you cannot want a mother to throw her child into the fire.” Dazed and confused, he ran; not knowing where he was going. He would run for a day and a night, passing through impassable jungle, weeping and calling out to a God he did not know.

Some twenty miles from his tribe, on a major river in Ecuador, stood a strange, almost American looking house. The young couple who lived there were missionaries. They had heard of the boy’s tribe while still in Bible College and determined that they would reach that tribe for Jesus. Moving to Ecuador, they had no way of contacting the tribe. Other Indians, even Christians, were terrified of the Tribe. The word on the river was that the tribe beheaded and roasted any outsider they came across. No one would venture into that part of the jungle.

Not knowing what else to do, the young couple built a house on the river, as close as they could safely get to the tribe. For more than a year, they would pray for the tribe every day. It wasn’t much… some of their supporters were getting impatient and their support check begin to get smaller by the month… Still they prayed for the tribe that everyone assured them could not be reached.

Then came that morning. Rising at sunrise, coffee in hand, they went out on the front porch to pray for their beloved but unknown tribe. There, to their great surprise, on the top step, lay a bloodied and exhausted little Indian boy…

That boy would become a son to them. He learned English and Spanish and he learned the Bible. In the Bible and through his newly adopted parents, the boy met and came to know the God he had called out to the night the baby burned.

Two years later, at the ripe old age of twelve, he returned to his tribe and told them of the savior he had come to know. Soon they sent him back to the river to fetch the people of this marvelous God who loved them so much that He gave his own Son to deliver them. Surely, this God was more powerful than the little bird god who demanded the lives of their sons.

Within a few months every member of the tribe had confessed Jesus Christ as their Lord and Savior.

I heard this story straight from the mouth of those missionaries. That was in the 1970s and they were older and retired even then. Surely they are in Heaven now but I have never forgotten their story.

Hebrews 11: 8 By faith Abraham, when he was called, obeyed and went out to a place he was going to receive as an inheritance. He went out, not knowing where he was going.

Sometimes, no, often God’s ways are beyond our understanding. Would you move to the jungles of a foreign land, build a house and pray every day for a people everyone assured you could not be reached? When finances dwindled and you were reduced to eating nothing but beans and eggs every day, would you stay? If your answer is no, you need to repent and get right with God… God uses people who do not have to understand the details…

David…

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…

 

THE NAME OF JESUS

Let me state, first and foremost, that the Name, “Jesus” is neither a magic word, like Abracadabra, nor is it an evil, mistranslation of the Name of the Son of God…

The name given Jesus, at birth, is the name that we know in English as Joshua (יְהוֹשׁ֫וּעַ). It means, “The LORD is salvation” Nothing special about that name, Joshua, the son of Nun, who took the people into the promised land had the same name. It was a common Jewish name for boys and chances are very great that Jesus was not the only boy in his school with the name Joshua…

It has been the habit of translators into most languages, including Latin, to transliterate the Hebrew name (יְהוֹשׁ֫וּעַ) when referring to Joshua in the Old Testament, and to transliterate the Greek name (Ἰησοῦς), when referring to Jesus of Nazareth. Thus, in English, we have two versions of the same name. Joshua and Jesus.

King James messed up on that once, in the Book of Hebrews:

Hebrews 4:8 KJV, “For if Jesus had given them rest, then would he not afterward have spoken of another day.”

That messed up a lot of people’s theology for a great many years. You will notice that, without exception, all other translations use the name “Joshua”, because in context that is obviously who it was talking about.

The distinction, in English between Joshua  and Jesus is perhaps artificial but extremely helpful. Most references to the Old Testament Joshua, are in Hebrew, while all references to Jesus of Nazareth are in the New Testament and written in Greek. It is natural to use a more Hebrew pronunciation with an Old Testament character and a more Greek pronunciation for the Messiah of the New Testament.

Some have made much of the fact that there is no “J” sound in Hebrew. Just for reference, there was no “J” sound in English in 1611. The “J” was pronounced as a “Y”, in both England and the American Colonies, when the King James translators spelled the word Jesus. The hardening of the letter into what we now identify as the “J” sound was gradual. It was not a plot by King James to rename the Son of God…

The next time someone tries to tell you that calling (יְהוֹשׁ֫וּעַ  Hebrew) or (Ἰησοῦς, Greek), Jesus is somehow “evil”, just laugh quietly and ignore them…

David…