It's The End Of The World As We Know It, And I (Don't) Feel Fine.

The 66 U.S. station strong, Christian radio network Family Radio is headed by 89-year-old Californian Harold Camping. The network has been spreading his message of the approaching doomsday, as in today doomsday, as in May 21st, 2011 doomsday. Sigh....

According to Reuters "[Camping] had said doomsday would begin in Asia, but with midnight local time come and gone in Tokyo and Beijing and those cities already in the early hours of May 22, there was no indication of an apocalypse.




Family Radio officials, with the help of supporters, had posted over 2,000 billboards around the country warning of a May 21 Judgment Day.

Retired Metropolitan Transportation Authority worker Robert Fitzpatrick, 60, said he spent more than $140,000 of his savings on subway posters and bus shelter advertisements warning of the May 21 Judgment Day.





"God's people are commanded to sound the warning, to sound the trumpet so to speak so people know," Fitzpatrick said of his advertising blitz.




You know, I don't even want to weigh in on this....but it's really getting to me.

Dear Mr. Camping and every other doomsday prophet, prophetess, and armchair eschatologist. STOP IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

You inoculate against the imminence of Christ's return. You disembowel the sense of urgency that should pervade our every day lives. Stop it. Seriously. This is the very reason why the scripture says no one will know the hour of Christ's return but the Father. And once again the Word of God is trivialized, marginalized and ridiculed because His "mouth pieces" do not pay attention to what He's already said.

And if it's just too much time and money on your hands....there are 27 million people enslaved today, millions of children trapped in sexual slavery and horrific forced labor. Take to the airwaves man and be a voice for the voiceless victims. Geez. I don't mean to be so hard on you Mr. Camping, I am sure you had your reasons, I mean we all long for His return, but redeem the time while there is still time. Be His hands and feet. Love recklessly, give with ridiculous generosity, and rescue those perishing with urgency.

In other words, until that day, live like there's no tomorrow. Your actions will speak louder than your predictions. Your humble service will herald His return...and maybe even make a few people long for it. May even speed the day.

Molech

Molech (also variously known as Moloch, Milcom, Malcam) was the name given to the national pagan god of the Ammonites.

"They built the high places of Baal in the Valley of the Son of Hinnom, to offer up their sons and daughters to Molech, though I did not command them, nor did it enter into my mind, that they should do this abomination, to cause Judah to sin." (Jer. 32:35)

Molech is often linked with Asheroth the fertility goddess. Always the common context, the sacrificing of children, the flames of desire. Sexual virility as a reward for worship, life in the death of innocence.

It all seems so silly, so barbaric. The dust-covered stories of forgotten pagan sects. Demonic ritual reserved for the most psychologically deranged, the sexually depraved. And yet today the unborn are sacrificed wholesale for sexual independence, for renewed virility. The children of the world are are thrown into the flames of the Molech machine. They are sold into sexual bondage and forced labor and the machine is fueled on their sweat, their tears, their broken violated bodies.

Where is the justice for the children sacrificed to our Molechs? The gods of our insatiable appetites our selfish desires. Where are their rescuers?

Hitchhiker's Guide To The Gospel

Sometimes, sometimes I am soooooo over me.

So yesterday this lady asks me for a ride. Her car is broken down, or whatever her story is, doesn't matter if it's true. So I say sure. Load up friend. And we're driving, and it's obvious this girl's lived kinda hard. All the tell tale signs of drug abuse. And I know I need to say something. But I don't.

Instead I make small talk. Real small talk. The weather, the economy, then when we're about to mile number two and she's determined I don't have a lady in my life, she says..."You play?" To which I'm like..."Play?" To which she grins and says "you know friends for the evening. Helping each other not feel so....lonely. Everybody's happy."

Then as I politely defer, she asks if I smoke weed, asks if she can borrow six bucks for some Lortabs. She's got a bad headache and she's busted. I tell her I can't. She says, "You're some kinda straight edge" and laughs. I force a chuckle and all the while I'm thinking, it took her maybe three minutes to boldly offer me the use of her body for the evening, for her to admit she uses drugs, needs them for her "head ache". And did I offer her the hope I have in Christ. Did I at the very least ask her if she knows He loves her? Did I offer to pray for her "head ache"?

No. I just dropped her off to meet her "uncle" at a truck stop.

And then when she said, "you were a real Godsend, that woulda been a looong way to walk." I just smiled sheepishly like the coward I am and drove away. God sent me alright and I blew it. Geez.

Slavery and the Politics of Meaning.

In response to the universal health care debate Rand Paul said "With regard to the idea of whether you have a right to health care, you have to realize what that implies. It's not an abstraction. I’m a physician. That means you have a right to come to my house and conscript me. It means you believe in slavery."







Dear Rand. I humbly disagree, the politics of health care aside, it is an abstraction, the lack of freedom to do what you want is NOT the same as coercion, torture, rape and violence. And subsequently, in the land of the free and the brave you can quit your job as doctor, and you can become anything, even a politician. There are 27 million people in very real slavery today, 27 million men women and children who fear for their very lives. Please find another word to make your point!

Jesus Christ 2012: The Messiah For President.

So would Jesus run? Would you vote for Him? Would He win? Which party would endorse Him?




Jesus was too poor to be a Democrat and dressed too well to be a Republican...but seriously. Jesus, the King of Kings, wore a crown of thorns and a robe of whip marks and torn flesh for his royal vestiges, and gave His coronation speech on the cross. He never made one political move, never picked a fight with nobody. He got a little pissy that one time in the temple, but that was just cause some fellows were trying to profit off the good news of redemption. (Let him who has ears to ear....)

Christ/Huckabee ticket?

Jesus lived in a time where His country was under foreign occupation. There was a eugenic campaign at the time of His birth which was enacted for the sole purpose to eradicate Him. Such was the fear that He would lead a revolt. And such was the anticipation. His countrymen longed for freedom, for national sovereignty, for the promised age of peace. But he shrugged off their requests. When they chaffed at paying taxes He told them to give Caesar what was Caesars. When His closest friend drew his sword in the garden of Gethsemane, the Nazarene carpenter told him to put it away. This was the chosen one, this was the man from the bloodline of Kings. The political climate was ripe. It was His for the taking and yet...

He never did it. He never chose the path of earthly power and position. Nor did He ever speak a harsh word against the Roman government. His most potent remarks were always reserved for the religious leaders who exploited the desperation of the people. In fact Jesus presumed that it was the sole responsibility of the religious institution to take care of the poor, not the government. Jesus showed the power of submission, the beauty of peace. He knew all of heaven had His back and so he gladly turned the other cheek.



The day will come, the prophet Isaiah says, when the Government will rest on His shoulders, when he will be called Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace. When the increase of his government and peace will have no end. He will reign on David’s throne and over his kingdom, establishing and upholding it with justice and righteousness from that time on and forever.

But until that day, these are the politics of Jesus: whoever wants to lead must serve, who ever wants to be first must be the servant of all. For He Himself did not come to be served, but to serve, and lay down His life for all. Love your enemies, do good to them, and lend to them without expecting to get anything back. Do not judge, and you will not be judged. Do not condemn, and you will not be condemned. Forgive, and you will be forgiven. Love justice, love mercy, walk in humility with Him. Take care of the widows and orphans in their distress. Feed the hungry, clothe the naked, do unto others as you'd have done to you.

Would Jesus run for president? Naw. Would He win? The lobby of the sick and the poor and the voiceless rarely have the strength or the cash or the platform to grease the palms of democracy.

Would I vote for Him? Of course. I love Him. He's the best man I ever knew.

Bin Laden Is Dead.

Bin Laden is dead. The people are salivating. The twitter chatter like a jr. high sleepover, giddy and godless. The facebook statuses like a million little epitaphs, cruel, and callous and cavalier. So why do I feel sad? Is it un-American to say I don't feel better. I don't feel a sense of closure. And the dish of revenge, served cold, tastes alot like bloodlust.


Is this the face of evil? Is the world safer? Is the night through, has day dawned eternal? Does my Savior rejoice tonight? Surely the man was a blunt instrument of darkness...but when we rejoice in death...does life lose a little of it's sanctity? Fascist Islam has a new martyr, our president and his people a new trophy, and hell, hell has another soul on which to dine.

Mr. Bin Laden. You were a real son of bitch. But I never prayed for you. I never once asked God to convict you of your rebellion, your brutalities. I never once asked him for your salvation. Murderers have often found redemption in the heart of God. Moses murdered. King David. The apostle Paul. They killed for some of the same reasons you did. And yet God forgave them. Used them to deliver a nation, rule a chosen people, build the church as we know it.

Am I glad that Bin Laden cannot kill again? Sure. If the war on terror is over, if the great utopia begins, heaven on earth, swords into plowshares, lions laying with lambs and such. Yeah, that'd be great. But the storm is coming. The great storm to end all storms. Pray for your enemies now, while there be few, for the day will come, and it may be soon, when your enemies will outnumber the stars.

Forgive me Father for not loving my enemies. When You set the example, when I was still Your enemy. You laid down Your life for me on the cross, because You are love.

Glorious Reunion!

Never has there been a better picture to me of our hope. Never a more heart gripping, tear jerking preview of what's to come. When we are caught up in the air to meet our Savior. When we enter our rest, when we make it home. When finally we hear those words we long to hear, when our Heavenly Father says, well done daughters, well done my sons.

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