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“I can’t breathe.”
If we can’t see that there is something wrong with this picture, then we are more blind than Bartimaeus. He could not see Jesus passing by on the Jericho Road, but he was not deaf and dumb. He heard him and he cried out for mercy. George Floyd also cried out for mercy in Minneapolis. No one was listening. This should be a “Come to Jesus” moment for America. Poor George Floyd pleaded for his life for seven awful minutes. This photo (and video) not only breaks my heart, it takes my breath away. The “thin blue line” too often has been used as a hangman’s rope. In 2014 Eric Garner died when Police tried to forcefully subdue and arrest him by putting him in a choke hold for a petty crime. Sadly his last words were uttered eleven times and ignored, “I can’t breathe.” Most of those who have died during the COVID-19 pandemic had underlying medical conditions. They also could not breathe so the government rushed to find and make ventilators. America has some serious underlying conditions of morbidity, and is morally gasping for air. Her survival may require an aspirator to drain the edema of indifference and a ventilator to fill her damaged lungs with virtue. Seeing the knee on the neck of another African American should bring us all to our knees. Adrenaline and fear have replaced respect and fairness. America became lawless when she turned her back on the law of God. The First Commandment is the locomotive that pulls the other nine. The first is reverence for God. The other nine cars carry “respect,” for life, property, for people, and so on. We can’t blame riots in our cities on the Russians or the Chinese. There is no vaccine for sin or the underlying condition of a unbelieving heart. America can choose revival or riots. Only repentance and faith in Christ can solve America’s sin problem. Some things are not “left” or “right,” some things are just wrong. -id

Death for Dummies

Death
for Dummies

Democrats seem to have a death wish. Oh, not for themselves, but for many others. They loath conservatives, along with the “Ever-Trumpers,” and “Bible Thumpers.” Democrats seem to be scared to death of death. Most people try to avoid it. That’s a good idea. Nobody wants to die. They, however, live with an irrational fear of death. Ironically, they have become the party of death. Yes, the Democrat Party has a death wish. Death to common sense, death to reason, death to fetal life, and to fertile liberty. They have sent freedom of speech, freedom of the press, and freedom of religion to the gallows. They wish death on their political opponents, openly wishing death on the President, his supporters, and more and more these days, on the freedom of thought itself. Their “Thought Police,” are on college campuses, and ready to incapacitate, incarcerate, or incinerate any who oppose their dream of a “New World Order.” The Democrat Party is the Abortion party. If they had their own Mt. Rushmore, it would Include the faces of Darwin, Freud, and Marx. These three have done more harm than the Corona virus to destroy the body, soul and spirit of all mankind. Democrat-controlled Hollywood hates the God of the Bible. The Democrat-controlled media hates the Bible. They mock Moses and mimic Mao. They Believe in evolution, natural selection and “survival of the fittest,” yet have a fit if only the fittest survive. Sigmund Fraud [sic] turned “talk therapy” into a business in which millions have spent billions on empty snake oil bottles filled with hot air. God loves everyone regardless of their politics or crazy ideas. “God has not given us the spirit of fear, but of power, and of love and of a sound mind.” The Bible also says, “It is appointed unto man, once to die and after that, the judgment.” That’s not hate speech, its just the expiration date on the milk carton of life.

Jesus Christ was no Democrat. To be fair, neither was he a Republican.
What he was was the founder of the New, Abundant, and Eternal Life Party, otherwise known as the Church. Jesus Christ faced death head on and came to solve the death problem. Hiding from death is not life. Hiding in attics or in mental concentration camps of indefinite confinement won’t make the Nazis of Nihilism go away. Even if you avoid starving to death during this pandemic (no thanks to them), they will come after you in the middle of the next plague. They will force you to drink the cool-aid of political conformity, or vaccinate you with some bat virus vaccine, or make you pay dearly. When someone is fueled by fear, they are fooled by fear. Keep your irrational rat vaccine of fear. No Thanks. I am immune to your hatred and from the fever of hating you. Democrat or Republican, refusing the cure for fear, hate, and death, makes you a spiritual dummy. I have been cured by faith in the Great Physician, Jesus Christ, who died once for all. Through simple free faith in Him, he has shown me how to live, how to die, and by his grace, how to live with Him forever. -id

Lead me to the Rock higher than I

 by: Ingimar DeRidder

In 1850 the political division in the United States was so acute that there was great doubt if America could endure as a Nation. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow wrote a poem reminding her of the divine hand seen in its founding. He wrote, “The Building of the Ship.” The last stanza sounds like a plea and a prayer that America would survive.
He wrote:
Thou too, sail on, O Ship of State!
Sail on, O Union, strong and great!
Humanity with all its fears,
With all the hopes of future years,
Is hanging breathless on thy fate!
We know what Master laid thy keel,
What Workmen wrought thy ribs of steel,
Who made each mast, and sail, and rope,
What anvils rang, what hammers beat,
In what a forge and what a heat
Were shaped the anchors of thy hope!
Fear not each sudden sound and shock,
‘T is of the wave and not the rock;
‘T is but the flapping of the sail,
And not a rent made by the gale!
In spite of rock and tempest’s roar,
In spite of false lights on the shore,
Sail on, nor fear to breast the sea!
Our hearts, our hopes, are all with thee,
Our hearts, our hopes, our prayers, our tears,
Our faith triumphant o’er our fears,
Are all with thee, — are all with thee!

   Once again there is some concern about America, (as we knew it) surviving. I pray she does, but while my hopes are with her, they are not in her. My hope and hopes are in God alone. In the year 1776 America’s Ship of State began to rise in the shipyards of providence and was launched for some divine purpose. Only God knows if that purpose has run its course, if she founders, sinks (like the once proud Spanish Armada), or is overtaken by pirates. In 1776 beautiful and majestic words were penned:


…..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.

   We can only pray that America’s sons and daughters will come to their senses and remember the courage, craftsmanship, and careful considerations of the authors of both the Declaration and the Constitution, as well as the unseen hand that guided the founding fathers. Yet, our hope and faith is not in the Constitution or in the Government. Our hope is in a far more secure and greater power. David wrote, “When my heart is overwhelmed, lead me to the rock higher than I.”  Some other words were also penned in 1776 by someone far less famous than Thomas Jefferson, but these words are much more powerful, life changing, and important. They are:

Rock of Ages, cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in Thee;
Let the water and the blood,
From Thy wounded side which flowed,
Be of sin the double cure,
Save from wrath and make me pure.
Not the labor of my hands
Can fulfill Thy law’s demands;
Could my zeal no respite know,
Could my tears forever flow,
All for sin could not atone;
Thou must save, and Thou alone.
Nothing in my hand I bring,
Simply to Thy cross I cling;
Naked, come to Thee for dress;
Helpless, look to Thee for grace;
Foul, I to the fountain fly;
Wash me, Savior, or I die.
While I draw this fleeting breath,
When my eyes shall close in death,
When I rise to worlds unknown,
And behold Thee on Thy throne,
Rock of Ages, cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in Thee.
– Augustus M. Toplady

Not So Super Bowl

Franklin Graham lambasted the Super Bowl’s Half-Time Show for promoting sexual exploitation of women. Thank you, brother Graham for pointing that out to the millions of families and Christian couch potatoes and calling attention to the continued destruction and seduction of America; but pardon me, isn’t that what Hollywood and TV does ever day? Seems from reading about it, J Lo has reached a half-time (if not an All-time) low for women and mothers. Now, putting burkas on the Dallas Cheerleaders might seem a tad extreme, but come to think of it, wearing clothes might be a game changer. Anyway, I didn’t see the Super Bowl, since I have “taken the knee” when it comes to the NFL. Imagine if we spent as much time on our knees in prayer as we did before the “boob” tube. Frankly speaking, I think Franklin kicked a field goal for God and good with this one. -id

Good Will

Perhaps we all need to lighten up a little

George H.W. Bush spoke of a Kinder and Gentler Nation, 1,000 Points of Light, and Freedom.  He also said, “I’m a Conservative, but I’m not a nut about it.”  He also spoke of the awesome power of the Presidency of the United States. One of his most famous quotes was, “ I’m President, and I’m not going to eat any more broccoli !.”  Personally,  I LOVE broccoli, yet because he was a man of good will, I don’t think he would have hated me for it. In an age when civility has deteriorated into a shouting match and what amounts to a political “food fight,” as America pays respect to a kind and gentle former President, I hope many might snap out of the evil spell of political hatred, and thank God we live in a land where we may respectfully disagree, and rediscover reason.  He, we are told, was an Episcopalian.  That’s not my fold. If that is Christian enough is not for me to answer. God is his judge. Another famous Politician once asked ” What shall I do with Jesus?”  What we do with Jesus is the start of Christianity, what Jesus did for us is the Heart of Christianity, and what we do for Him is the art of Christianity.   What kind of Christian am I? I hope I am the kind kind.  -id

Good Will Toward Men

Good will is worth its weight in gold

And it holds the world together

Some things can’t be bought or sold

But Good will makes things better

Good Will says, “you’re just like me.”

And “I am just like you.”

You want your life to happy be

And that’s what I want too

Peace on Earth, Good Will to men

was lost because of sin

Joy to the World when Jesus comes,

but you must let Him in.  -id. 

the Trump Show

America invented and gave the world TV. Today America is really putting on a show. The Trump Show is an amalgam of American culture, creativity and crudeness. The Trump Show is part soap opera, some circus, and all the Saturday morning cartoons we loved to watch, rolled into one. It’s Beat the Clock, Survivor Island, the Apprentice, and Let’s Make a Deal. It’s Norman Rockwell and Trash Can Art combined. It’s the Rough Riders, and rudeness, it’s Reality TV. It’s Who Wants to be a Millionaire, and the Beverly Hillbillies, Hollywood Squares and the Wheel of Fortune come back to haunt us. We reap what we sow. Trump has always been surrounded by a cast of characters from Dickens, Darwin, and Dante. Brothels, and Bankers, Gambling Casinos, to gaudy penthouse apartments, loan sharks and charlatans, shady lawyers and shysters. Married three times (but no more than Solomon). A teetotaler who sells vodka. A boxing and cage fight promoter as well as a beauty pageant owner. A builder and a bargainer as well as a brawler. God’s man. What? I did not say a Man of God, but God’s man, as Samson with his Delilah, David and Bathsheba, Noah with his vineyards, Jacob with his lentils. The Bible is filled with real men and women, not flannel graph characters, or Fairy Tale heroes. When America was cheating at its own game of cards, God raised up a Trump Card to beat the House and expose a phony and rigged system, so dripping with hypocrisy that it smelled to high heaven, and the rodents, rats, and roaches have been scrambling to hide in their own corruption and darkness. The elites have not only long honored themselves with titles, and tributes, as well as national treasure, but colluding with the media which with a single well-timed story had always been able to hang any usurper on the tree limb of public opinion or hang them out to dry should they try to challenge their hegemony. God raised up a rascal, immune to their poisons and impervious to their arrows. I don’t think George Washington could have survived the Special Council trying to convict him for cutting down that cherry tree. Nor could Abraham Lincoln endure the criticism of his wife and family without challenging CNN to a duel; and Teddy Roosevelt and the Rough Riders would not stand a chance against the blood sucking mosquitoes of this modern day swamp called politics. But God, for nothing else but to give America a little more time before it aborts and consumes itself, has raised up a defender of the most helpless, the unborn, who had the audacity to stick his finger in the eye, if not in the dyke, of moral indecency (how ironic). May God help him, or God help us all. Pray for Trump. God is pro life, and for that reason alone lovers of life should support all those who do, but that is not why we do not support the progressives, globalists, and irreverent. There is one good reason God seems to have turned the establishment on its head. Israel. Trump’s America is Israel’s only friend. The very idea that Israel has a right to exist, let alone be a Jewish State makes godless globalists foam at the mouth. God blesses those who bless Israel. Pray for Israel and pray for Trump, pray for both their souls. Lift up your head redemption draweth neigh.

 -Ingimar DeRidder

Christian America and Racial Unrest

King James gave us the King James Bible. He also planted tares along with the wheat that America is harvesting today. He gave us Jamestown, which was built on the tribal lands of the Algonquin Indians. 1605, unbeknownst to the Indians who never heard of England, King James signed a “Charter” which read in part “all the rights to all the lands, woods, soils, grounds, ports, rivers, mines, minerals, and commodities” were awarded to a group of English merchants to establish a colony for profit.

On April 26 1607, a group of ill prepared entrepreneurs established a settlement in the mosquito infested, marshy swamp lands of coastal Virginia. By winter only 38 of the original 105 colonists had survived. They were dispirited, weak, and disorganized as well as being surrounded by indigenous peoples who were, (depending on who you asked), either “hostile,” or “not happy with all these illegal aliens.” Reinforcements, fresh supplies and John Smith brought help and order, saving the colony which started to make a profit by selling the newest rage in Europe, tobacco. The local Indians established a truce and relationship with the English, trading crops for European wonders, products, gizmos and inventions.

Two things happened in 1619 (one year before the Pilgrims) which was a game changer. Women arrived from Europe (up until this time only men were part of this enterprise). The second thing was Africans were brought to the New World to tend to tobacco growing which was very labor intensive. Most who came were indentured servants. Indentured servants sold themselves for 4 to 8 years as a price of passage to a new world and all its possibilities and opportunity. Indentured servants, black and white worked side by side under the hot Virginia sun and horrific circumstances, sometimes right alongside their masters and their master’s family. Sometimes the indentured servants would try to run away. In 1640 three “made a run for it.” They were the Three Musketeers for Freedom; they were free until they were caught in Maryland and tried for violating their indentured servant’s contract. A Dutchman named Victor, a Scotchman named James Gregory and an African named John Punch stood before the “Justice.”  Victor and James were whipped and four additional years were added to their contract. John Punch’s sentence was different. He was to be a slave for the rest of his life. This was the first seed of such a great sorrow planted in American soil which would produce a bitter harvest still being reaped to this day. What happened to John Punch’s quest for freedom in Virginia would eventually lead to the Civil War and to the battles fought at Chancellorsville, Gettysburg, and the civil unrest and resentment felt today by many blacks when they see the Battle Flag of the Army of Northern Virginia on a pickup truck driving around some monument in Charlottesville today.

The House of Burgesses felt it had to address the costly problem of indentured servants bolting (both “negro and white.”) Time lost in the field, as well as chasing, tracking, and transporting fugitives back called for measures both punitive and preventive and land owners sought a remedy for such a costly annoyance. Courts added additional time to the servant’s contract, or working a year while wearing a leg iron, or even being branded on the cheek with a red hot branding iron. White indentured servants felt no compunction to “not dream” of running away with a black servant until a law was passed which added the time of any or all the blacks who helped them or of those they helped to their own sentence, so a division of difference was cleaverly wedged to separate men and women by race, not their indentured standing. Laws upon laws were passed to discourage runaways, even to the point of fining the master for the inconvenience of allowing it to happen in the first place. This caused punishments to become more severe. Chattel slavery as an institution was being legally forged, link by link until the very heavy chains of injustice would wrap America like those that entwined Marley’s Ghost. The landowners of Virginia were not “racists” at first. They did not hate black people. They were businessmen and all these laws had to do with “profit” and sending more tobacco, and eventually cotton to Europe.

Before 1662 a slave born to a white master, might find legal standing upon declaring her Christian faith and her paternal relationship to her white father. Seeing that danger, in 1662 the House of Burgesses passed a law stating that a child born to a slave was a slave, regardless of who the father was. So much for inalienable rights endowed by the Creator. Indentured servitude was not as financially lucrative as slavery and if slavery was to be protected, laws were passed to close this way of escape. Legal status was changed from the paternal to the maternal relationship. If your mother was a slave it did not matter who the father was, you were born a piece of property with no rights, no recourse, and no hope of freedom.

King James and all those who passed laws that took away tribal lands, or turned people into property have died long ago, but the spectral memories which still haunt the House of Burgesses and hover over the unmarked graves of those who failed in their attempt to “make a run for it,” should cause us to pause and like Ebenezer Scrooge to ponder the ethereal visitation of conscience and thank God that we have awakened in time for Christmas morning as an opportunity to know the love of God and have a change of heart, and to live to see another day when both slave owner and slave, in cotton fields and cotton mills, in counting houses, and call centers strive no more to lord over anyone, but rather practice what we preach as we sing Joy to the World, the Lord has come, and for the Prince of Peace to bring salvation from a Prince of Darkness and to remove the shackles of the worst kind of slavery: sin. Ebenezer Scrooge enquired as to the continued availability of a large turkey hanging in the butcher’s window on Main Street, intending to show a kindness to the Cratchit household and then determined to increase Bob Cratchit’s wages and seek medical assistance for Tiny Tim. Charles Dickens, was neither an Apostle nor one of the Magi, but he raised his Ebenezer (like Samuel in I Sam 7:12) reminding us that a Christian nation (if there is or ever was) should be “doers of the word and not hearers only.” -id