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The Boss’s Kid

Wednesday, August 20th, 2014

We are Seated in High Places, not High Chairs

I failed to write about the stuff that happened over the last week. I’ll give it another shot.

On Saturday, my church had a meeting for all the volunteers and staffers. Actually, I think we only have four staffers.

We were meeting so the pastor could encourage us to do some obvious things, like not being late, and so he could tell us about some personnel changes.

I’ve been an armorbearer for about two years, and I also work on the prayer team. I have not been particularly anxious to take on more responsibility, because my prayer life is very time consuming already, and the prayer team adds two hours per week. I do nearly nothing as an armorbearer, but I do make myself available, and I show up for church an hour early.

Over the last few weeks, I’ve been working to align myself with God’s agenda. It started with food. I knew it was wrong to bless food, because food doesn’t really need blessing. The Bible says we are to bless God. But how do you do that? It’s not like he needs a car or a watch.

I decided that when I ate, I would say things related to God’s goals. For example, I might speak defeat to the convenience abortion movement in America and Israel, and I would speak God’s protection to the unborn and to women who were being coerced to murder their children.

When I started doing this, my faith made a quantum jump. If you’re not a physicist, I will explain. A quantum jump is an instantaneous movement from one defined energy level to another. It’s not a gradual thing. I moved from a very good level of faith to a much better level of faith, very quickly.

Why did that happen? It was because God directs his resources to his children, not to idiots who send money to TBN preachers in the hope of becoming rich.

Let me digress. Last night I realized that a person who tries to buy God’s favor with offerings is exactly like a father who thinks he’s doing a great job because he spends money on his kids. All over the world, there are fathers who would rather die than get deeply involved with their kids, and the way they avoid it is by spending money and telling themselves it proves they’re great dads. If you give God money but not your heart, you’re actually using offerings to distance yourself from him.

To return to the point, we are supposed to be God’s children, working devotedly in his family business. If you had a factory that made tons of money, and your son was the manager, and he spent every day watching porn in his office, would you give him raises and send him new resources?

No.

You would back up whoever stood up and tried to do your will. That person would get unlimited support.

That’s how the kingdom of God works, and in the kingdom, faith is money. I just got a raise.

Now when I pray and bless and curse, I try to start out with God’s issues. I speak defeat to the enemies of Israel. I speak faith, revelation, revival, and contrition to the people of America and Israel. I speak defeat to the gay movement. When I cover everything that seems to need attention, I move on to my own issues, and when I do, I have more faith to use in my own behalf.

More and more, I have been serving God, and I have been thinking of myself as his son, involved in the family business.

At the meeting, I saw our pastor make great moves. I have been speaking victory and promotion to the Spirit-led among us, and I have been speaking demotion to the carnal, and what our pastor did was very consistent with my efforts. I consider it a testimony. He put some very effective people in the right positions.

I will admit that I was a little disturbed when he named the armorbearers and didn’t mention me. I started wondering if he was aware I was on the team. If so, was I out? I did not want to be named Grand Poobah, but it would have been discouraging to get the boot from the position I had. I would have felt that nothing I had done had been noticed.

Toward the end of the meeting, he really shocked me. He mentioned me, and he said I had been serving as an armorbearer–whew!–and then he said I was being moved to the position of minister.

That was not expected. This is a position where your duties are almost purely supernatural. You don’t have to mow the grass. You don’t have to drive to the dry cleaners. You pray. You are allowed to lay hands on people, which was something I really wanted to do. You can counsel people. Of course, you can also do things that are not quite as supernatural. You can carry things and so on. But that’s not your reason for being there.

I really didn’t know what to say. They could have made me a deacon or an usher or something. That would have been an honor. But they put me in the exact type of position I wanted. I don’t mind making coffee or running errands. Not at all. But I have some tools that can be very useful, and if I’m constantly doing manual labor, I won’t be able to get much done.

How does this tie into the stuff about serving God? Simple. A minister is a servant. I decided to serve God with serious intent, and the first thing you know, God gave me the title of minister.

Of course, I have concerns about screwing up and being an embarrassment. While our pastor was speaking, he said, “When you become a parent, it changes everything.” He wasn’t talking about ministry, but I still felt it hit home.

These things are connected. When I withheld, God withheld. And this shows why the TBN teaching is so evil. It teaches people that God wants to serve them, and that as long as he gets their money, he doesn’t want anything else. It teaches people to send God telegrams instead of going to see him.

That’s all I have for now, but I think you can see why I’m freaked out.

School Begins

Tuesday, August 19th, 2014

It’s Harvest Season

Today two of my friends from church are going to the University of Miami for orientation. Both have been in college before, but they are finishing up at UM, which is a better school than the places where they started. Both are on scholarship. Another friend is starting at FAMU, and she’ll be transferring to FSU as soon as she gets the green light. Others I don’t know as well are starting at other universities.

My church’s Sunday attendance is probably around 175, including a lot of kids and babies, and most of the people there don’t have parents or grandparents who went to college, so five or six success stories amount to a significant wave of victories.

At my old church, we were always told that if we gave them enough money, God would make us successful. But people generally did not succeed. We didn’t see a lot of scholarships and diplomas. The leaders didn’t care. They were building their personal “brands.” I put that word in quotation marks, because it’s the kind of term that was dear to their hearts.

Travis is 24. He plays over a dozen instruments. He arranges and composes. He was an armorbearer at my old church. He has gotten into some trouble in the past, and his college career was put on hold years ago. At some point the UM music school accepted him, but he was dragged off the path. He worked at a county facility, teaching percussion to kids part-time.

He talked about going back to FAMU, which is not a great school. It’s an “HBCU,” which means “Historically Black.” I discouraged him from going back. I’m sorry, but those places are generally dumps. According to the all-knowing Wikipedia, their graduation rate is around 30%, and no one respects the degrees, because these outfits don’t have to compete with real schools. Call me a bad guy if you want. The truth is the truth. If you want to go and be taught that you’re a victim and that the world owes you a great job, go to an HBCU. If you want to improve yourself and your life, go to a real college.

Earlier this year, he slipped off on his own and auditioned, and UM accepted him again. At first, he got a partial scholarship, but very soon it was upgraded to a full ride.

Young black people are brainwashed about the things they supposedly owe “the community.” This is the community that provides them with bad values, danger, and restricted opportunity. Not sure how that generates a debt. I always tell him to forget the community. If you love it, leave, get rich, and go back and help out on the weekends. His neighborhood was a horrible influence on him, and his “friends” were poisonous and counterproductive. I kept telling him his future was somewhere else, and that he would need to get used to better surroundings and to people who didn’t drag him backward.

After he got his scholarship, terrible challenges started popping up to derail him. I told him that his friends had a mission: keep him alive until August. He said other people had told him the same thing. He made it. He’ll be at orientation today.

I don’t know Tina well. Her sister Carmelisa had to raise her. I don’t know if her parents are alive, but they are not around. By the time Tina was 18, she already had a pile of college credits. She competed in beauty pageants in order to get ahead. She won some sort of scholarship from Johnson & Wales, which is known for culinary schools. They also offer things like accounting. I believe she is still 18, and she only has two years left to go. She’s going to study business management and computer science.

I think Carmelisa is freaking out, because Tina is leaving her house and moving into a dorm.

I just got interrupted by a call from Travis. I wish I had met him over there today. He’s having the time of his life. He’s meeting his trombone professor today. He’s touring the facilities. He’s checking out the girls; that’s not good. Maybe I’ll meet him for lunch.

Freddelle is the one who went to FAMU this semester. FAMU is in Tallahassee. Her sister and her sister’s boyfriend drove her up on Sunday after church. Her sister’s son is my godson.

I don’t want to get into anyone’s business online, but her family is not ideal. Her sister is in her mid-20s, and sometimes Freddelle calls her “mom.” That shows you what their relationship is like. Her sister dedicated her existence to protecting Freddelle from the things that happened to her.

Freddelle wants to be a lawyer. She got her associate’s degree this year, and we went to a Brazilian restaurant to celebrate. When she left church for Tallahassee, she told me I was on the hook for Thanksgiving dinner.

God does give people success, but it’s not because they give him money. It’s because they give him themselves. This is what we learn at New Dawn Ministries. Trinity Church teaches people to withhold themselves from God and extract whatever they can from him. Maybe that’s why they don’t receive much.

I didn’t expect this to be an emotional day for me, but it is. For some reason, it’s difficult. I guess this is what my mother went through when she left me at Columbia University in 1979. She used to call and say she missed hearing my car pull up out front after school. I don’t think that was really it, though. Travis is actually getting closer to me, and I’ll see more of him, but I still feel this way.

My dad really missed out on a lot. I don’t think he’ll ever understand.

God wants us to invest in the fatherless. They will become our sons and daughters.

That Tickles

Monday, August 18th, 2014

“Full Armor” is no Exaggeration

If I said the last week had been weird, I would not be capturing the half of it.

Seems like we hear about two versions of Christianity, without much in between. In the first version, you bleed a lot, and everyone takes advantage of you, and you have to kiss their toes all day anyway, and God does absolutely nothing for you until you die. Which can’t come soon enough. In the other version, there is something wrong with you if you don’t have a different Bentley for every day of the week. You are never supposed to be sick. Everyone is supposed to offer you jobs you don’t deserve and sell you things at ridiculous prices that guarantee their own starvation. Nothing bad ever happens, unless you fail to send enough money to some guy on TBN who uses car wax on his hair. Plugs.

I repent.

In reality, here is how it works: you should live in victory. Unfortunately, “victory” implies the existence of a battle. It wouldn’t make much sense to have victory if you never have to fight. “Many are the afflictions of the righteous, but the Lord delivereth him out of them all. He keepeth all his bones; not one of them is broken.” We are the bones.

The enemy will attack from time to time, but it won’t amount to much. That’s the deal. Again, I must use the word “unfortunately,” because unfortunately, sometimes when an attack doesn’t amount to much, it seems really bad. The crucifixion was a horror, but from the standpoint of damage, it amounted to nothing, because it gave God the ability to forgive humanity and change human beings so they resembled him in virtue and power. It was a huge victory for our side. It was the end of the other side. It was like Adam’s fall, only for Satan.

Every so often, the enemy will get what seems like a victory. It may be because we screwed up, or it may be because God is playing rope-a-dope with a fallen angel. In the end, we will still prevail. And the vast majority of the time, the enemy won’t even appear to win. He’ll just lose.

A while back, I learned to speak defeat to my enemies and problems. It works. It really works. But I still get attacks. An attack is not a loss.

People who are toxic and unsaved still do very, very annoying, selfish, nasty things to me. But I do what God has taught me, and I hang on. Then they lose. Problems pop up, and I fight and hold my ground. Then they go away. The thing I am learning is how to stay calm and confident while this crap is going on. That’s the real treasure.

When the storm rose on the Sea of Galilee and Jesus got in the boat with the disciples, he calmed the sea, but he did that after he got in the boat. While he was walking on the water, the waves were going nuts. That’s what our lives are supposed to be like. There are enemies raging around us all the time, but they’ve already lost, so why get upset? This is normal.

God gave us the picture of the ark to help us understand this. When the rain came and amazed Noah’s neighbors (who had never seen rain), they surely ran to the ark and started beating on the hull. I guarantee you, they raised a terrible commotion. Wouldn’t you? When the water got chest-deep and the children were starting to drown, surely the self-worshiping, perverted people outside saw that things were serious. They wanted in! And I’m sure they wanted to toss Noah out.

I don’t know what God permitted them to do, but I’m sure they pulled out all the stops and did whatever they could. They probably shot arrows and hurled spears. They tried to climb up the hull. They probably tried to sink the ark out of jealousy.

So Noah and his family were inside, hearing the horrible sounds of the doomed, and listening to the rain and wind. They were safe. There was no danger at all. But it had to be a terrible experience.

God gave us the ark to show us that he takes care of his own, and that we should think about his promises, not our circumstances, and definitely not about the bad things that happen to the children of the enemy. Those things are not for us.

Jesus was killed, it’s true. But he knew it was coming, and he consented. He was not overcome. He allowed it. I don’t want to be crucified, but if God told me persecutors were going to kill me, and it happened, I could not call that a defeat. It would serve to advance some purpose God had in mind, and in the end, whoever was behind the violence would be defeated. They would see it as the worst mistake they had ever made. And I’d be in heaven, where you never run your toe into furniture, you never get a cold, you never have to think about money, you never meet a single jerk…

To get back to my life, storms keep popping up, but God shoots them down, and I’m getting used to not being bothered by them.

In June or July, I lifted something. This goes against my personal moral code, so I should have known it would have consequences. I carried a cast iron rotary table across the garage. Days later, I developed pain in my lower back. It was extremely aggravating. Sitting was slow. Standing was slow. There were things I couldn’t do.

I spoke defeat to it. I didn’t worry. I didn’t go to a doctor and get unnecessary surgery. One day I woke up well. God came through.

I have had kidney stones in the past. They were really painful, and the first one cost me over six grand, because I was stupid enough to go to the ER. Last month, I started feeling some irritation which, I knew, might be related to kidney stones. Or not. I spoke defeat to the problem, and I resorted to my favorite cure, which consists of drinking two beers in quick succession. That was hell. Let me tell you. I had to endure that several times.

I didn’t get upset. I didn’t suffer. I didn’t worry. Sometimes I forgot about the problem.

Without getting into gross details, let me say that a week or so back, I was startled to see a large kidney stone emerge. In fact, it had a little buddy with it. They just flew out. No pain. Just surprise. End of problem.

A couple of weeks back, I found that feral bees had moved into my soffit, and I decided to annihilate them. I took a ladder outside and mixed up some mortar. I put on my bee-killing rig and climbed on the roof, and I packed mortar around every bee entrance I could find. In doing this, I had to make very awkward movements that twisted my back and were generally unpleasant. I felt a pain in my side.

After this, I found that I had pain in the area where you would expect to feel the misery of a gallstone attack. I didn’t know whether I had torn muscles in my ribcage or what. My gallbladder has been jim-dandy lately, but I couldn’t say it wasn’t the source of the pain. Maybe the timing was coincidence, though.

I can’t believe I typed that last sentence.

I did not want to go to the doctor, because in America, they regard the gallbladder as a hilarious mistake created by a God who never went to medical school. They think it’s totally unnecessary, and if you have even a hint of symptoms, they will insist that you have yours removed. Of course, that’s dumb. The gallbladder is important for proper digestion, and besides, the stones actually come from the liver. People get their gallbladders removed, they still have stones, and they have the added bonus of sudden diarrhea every time they eat fat. Plus malabsorption of certain important nutrients.

I had absolutely no digestive symptoms. There are certain things that happen when your gallbladder is upset, and they didn’t happen. I didn’t know what to think.

I took various medications I knew about, and I spoke defeat to the problem, and when I asked God if my gallbladder was coming out surgically, he said “no.” Meanwhile, it hurt when I burped. It hurt when I coughed. It hurt when I bent over. Wait until you’ve gone three days without coughing. You will miss it badly. Apparently, it’s essential to good health.

Then one day I had a pain-free interval, and that told me I was not in trouble, as if God’s word hadn’t done that already. If a problem can get better temporarily, it can get better permanently.

I did some things which could be considered obnoxious and rude by the enemy. One day I was out of decent food, so I grabbed two crusty frozen tamales from the freezer, and I heated them up along with some ancient cheddar and a can of chipotle sauce from a Mexican grocery. This should kill a gallbladder patient in about 15 minutes. It would be fairly hard on a healthy goat. I ate it anyway, and nothing happened. Day before yesterday, I ate a whole pint of Ben & Jerry’s Cherry Garcia ice cream, which should have caused me to explode. Nothing happened. At all. Later I went to McDonald’s, which was almost contemptuous.

Last night while I was falling asleep I felt faith rushing through me, and I felt the weirdest sensation in my abdomen. I felt like something hard was being shoved through my innards. It wasn’t pleasant, but it wasn’t exactly painful, and I felt that it was a positive thing. I wanted to sleep, but I just laid there and waited. I didn’t get nervous. I didn’t consider going to the ER. The wind was blowing, but I was at peace.

Got up today feeling great. I’ve felt great the whole time, except for the pain, but now I feel great minus the pain.

The other day I went on Facebook, and I said, “Thank you, God, for sealing my enemies outside the ark.” That’s how I feel.

I wish I had never had any problems, but if you can’t have perpetual peace, victory will do.

You need to pray in tongues every day so your faith will be there when you need it. You need to dedicate yourself, in your heart, to advancing God’s kingdom. It should be your central goal in life, and you should use your faith to do it, in prayer and decreeing. This will cause him to direct more resources to you. After all that, you need to gather wisdom and knowledge and use it, and you need to find friends who will stand with you.

After this, you should be able to live in victory. You might have to face a leftist firing squad some day, as many Christians have, but things like that happen to defeated people, too, and before they happen, those people live in cringing submission.

This is worth it. Believe me.

Am I provoking Satan by saying this stuff? Surely I must be. But he was provoked already. He was provoked before I was born. Appeasing him is not possible. The Bible says we will bruise his head, not that we will keep giving him land until he agrees to stop shooting rockets. He is not our friend, and he never will be.

I would rather provoke him than his invincible enemy.

Hope this stuff is of value to you. Keep moving forward. There is no other way to go.

I haven’t gotten around to discussing the last week, but I will. Probably.

Your Family is Perfectly Functional

Wednesday, August 13th, 2014

You Just Don’t Know Who They Are

Something I posted somewhere else:

Thinking about the fatherless today.

It is not politically correct to say it, but we have entire neighborhoods full of fatherless children and adults. Sometimes the fathers and mothers aren’t around, and sometimes they’re present, but their sons and daughters are spiritual and emotional orphans, because the parents have chosen not to give them the help they need.

Prosperity preachers go to these places and promise money from God; something the people think they need very badly. They give out of their poverty, and they become more poor, and the preachers take the money and spend it on jets and hair plugs and vacations on Maui.

God will help you with material needs, but what he wants is to be your father. He wants to repair your heart and show you there is someone you can count on. He will do what your human parents couldn’t or wouldn’t do.

The thieves go in and tarnish his name, making promises God doesn’t keep, because he was never in them to begin with. And instead of learning to trust God, people come to believe he doesn’t care, or even that he hates them.

The people who remain faithful to God are so brainwashed, they will attack you for unmasking the very individuals who steal their money and their faith. They say, “Touch not mine anointed.”

No one is anointed to steal money and destroy faith.

I have a young friend who got in some financial trouble. It was his own fault. But it was not something that couldn’t be fixed.

He got a full college scholarship this year. I was very excited about that. For a long time, I’ve been telling him he needs to get away from his “community,” and I knew this move would change his entire view of the world.

You always hear black leaders shaming people over the things they owe “the community.” They’re not supposed to shop at white businesses. They’re never supposed to move to better areas. They have to vote for Democrats, to keep the handouts flowing. They can’t have a single original thought, because “the community” depends on them.

I told my friend to forget his community. It wasn’t doing anything for him, apart from providing a terrible influence. I said that if he cared about his community, he should leave, get rich, and go back and teach kids on the weekends.

The scholarship looked like a way out. But this thing he did came back to haunt him, just when he needed to be thinking about school.

He went to a family reunion. He talked to relatives about his problem. Everyone was sympathetic. But everyone said they “couldn’t” help. Couldn’t offer a little cash. Couldn’t pawn something of value and let him repay them. Couldn’t get a cash advance on a credit card.

“Couldn’t.”

I know people have money problems, but among them, they should have been able to come up with a small four-figure sum. Don’t tell me none of them have credit cards or homes they can borrow on.

In the end, he had to get help from people who are not even related to him. Now things are much better. He still has some debt to repay, but his life isn’t ruined.

He is fatherless. He has parents, but when he needs help, they come up dry.

In this world, most of us are fatherless. It’s not just the poor. It isn’t just black people. I’ve known a lot of fatherless kids whose parents had money. I was one of them.

Charismatics are trying to get the wrong things out of God. TBN should be called “GSN.” “The God Shopping Network.” You want this blessing? Send this amount as an offering. You want a bigger blessing? We have plenty. Send a bigger offering. Put it on a credit card. If you can’t afford it, don’t worry. God will magically provide the money, because he’s glad you bought some greedy white-trash imbecile a new tire for his Gulfstream jet. That’s what he thinks about all day. “Is there no one who will come forward to buy my prophet one more Mercedes?”

What did your parents fail to give you? What do your friends and relatives fail to give you? Love? Appreciation? Encouragement? Direction? Help in times of need? Maybe a little praise? God knows people have let you down. And it wouldn’t be a problem, if preachers would stop preventing him from helping you.

He wants to come to you and let you feel his love. He wants to heal you of worry and dark expectations. He wants to take away your diseases and the negative traits you have developed in response to the world’s inadequacies. He wants to remove the things that make you sick of yourself. Does he really need a 747 to do that? Paul did more good than all the TV preachers in history. On foot.

If we came to God looking for parenting in the first place, we would not find him so disappointing. We come to him looking for things that are very low on his list of priorities. Things that are inconsequential compared to inner healing and growth. Money has perverted the teaching we receive, and because of our own iniquity, we make ourselves the accomplices and defenders of those who swindle us. We want to believe them.

We should be looking for the right things, and we should be providing them to others. God sets us in new families, with or without blood relation, and we are supposed to fill the needs our biological relations and pre-Christian friends failed to fill. It’s not that hard to provide other people with a little help. Very often, a small sacrifice, even a few words, can relieve a brother or sister of a tremendous amount of suffering. We ought to recognize our new relations and treat them as family.

God is not going to give you a dime for giving money to Kenneth Copeland, so stop waiting for a reward and ask for God to return the money as though it had been stolen. But God does promise a reward for helping the poor. Read Psalm 41. Don’t give stupidly. Don’t enable bums and addicts. But sometimes God will show you someone you should help. It’s not an attack from the devil. It’s one of the things you were put here to do, and God will back you up.

I forgive the people who failed me and the people who deliberately wronged me. I will not look for revenge by carnal means, and I will not carry hate in my heart. But I know they were not my real family, so I will keep my eyes open for their replacements.

Scamming God

Friday, August 8th, 2014

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In the Bible, Jesus told us that God would do anything we asked in his name. As a result, Christians say “in the name of Jesus” after asking for things. Very often, God pays no attention. What’s the problem?

There are a lot of ways to go at this issue. I could point out that you have to read the WHOLE Bible and apply each verse consistently with the rest of the book. The Bible says that God does what we ask, if it comports with his will. Obviously, if you combine that with the bit about the name of Jesus, you see that God won’t necessarily do things just because the name is invoked.

But there is a common sense explanation which may be easier to comprehend.

When Jesus said for us to speak in his name, he didn’t just mean we should use his name for clout. He meant we should speak in order to achieve his goals, as though we were him.

Here is something that may make it clearer. Imagine you work for the IRS. Instead of being careful with taxpayers’ money, you have conferences in Las Vegas. You pose sitting in a hotel bath tub with a glass of expensive wine in your hand, showing off the things you paid for with other people’s wages. Then the taxpayers find out. What are they going to do? Are they going to congratulate you and give you a bonus? No. They’re going to try to get you fired, because you’re an idiot.

Why would they be displeased? Because you weren’t really acting in their name. You weren’t serving them. You were serving yourself, to the detriment of their agenda.

Imagine you work for Shell Oil. You have an expense account. They send you to New York to talk about buying another company. While you’re there, you use the expense account to pay for a nice hotel, good food, transportation, ten $5000 hookers, a kilo of cocaine, and a Ferrari Enzo.

How will your boss at Shell feel about that?

What if you’re in New York, and before you send for the hookers, you call your boss and ask him to clear it in advance, because it’s company business? Do you think he’ll go for it? On the other hand, what if you close a deal for Shell, and you ask them for five billion dollars to pay what Shell agreed to give the other party? No problem. It’s yours.

When we accept salvation, we claim we give our hearts to Jesus. Usually, we’re lying. We are afraid of hell. We’re tired of being defeated in life. We want help. And after that, we want God to take care of us and make sure our live are pleasant, while we do whatever we think is right in our own eyes.

Most of us don’t buy into the mission. In fact, we use salvation as a tool to avoid buying in. We do what we want, and we ask God to forgive us over and over. We do what we want, knowing it’s wrong, INTENDING to ask for forgiveness when it’s over.

Why would God continue backing you? Why would he continue funding your expense account, if you do nothing worthwhile with it?

I used to feel that the purpose of Christianity was to save us from hell and make life easier. That was crazy.

“In the name of Jesus” means “with the authority of Jesus, for the purpose of doing his will, as revealed by the Holy Spirit.” If you came up with your own plan, and you say “in the name of Jesus,” you’re just using the name as a magic word to force God to be your slave. That doesn’t work.

There are a number of plateaus in the Christian life. First, you accept salvation. Then you can receive the baptism with the Spirit. Then you can choose to pursue and live by the gifts and the fruit of the Spirit. Then, if you want to go farther, you can dedicate your existence to serving God. With every plateau, your power and authority will increase. You can’t expect a lot if you won’t go to the next level.

You can say something in the name of Jesus without mentioning his name, and you can use his name while doing something he is not involved in. There are people who ask God to help them beat the slot machines, in the name of Jesus. You really can’t expect him to give you faith for that.

Strong faith comes from God, not from you. The more you identify with God’s purposes, the more faith you will have. Power comes from faith. It’s the currency of the supernatural realm. Serve God, and he will make you rich. The faith you generate on your own has some power, but it’s not the real thing.

We are supposed to be kings, priests, heirs, and children. All the power of the realm is ours, but we are supposed to serve. Because we don’t serve, the power doesn’t flow, and our enemies trample us every day. The vast majority of us live in defeat. We don’t demand and decree. We beg for alms, and we use the name of Jesus. Then when God grants our requests, we think it’s because of the name, but in reality, it’s just pity.

We beg for alms in our own kingdom, because we reject the obligations of royalty.

The name of Jesus is powerful, when you know why you’re using it. Otherwise, you’re just insulting God.

If you change your heart and think of yourself as a being created for the sole purpose of expanding God’s kingdom and fighting his enemies, God will increase your faith, and you will have authority. Your prayers won’t fall to earth, and neither will your curses. I say this as a witness.

If you’re happy begging, continue. Let yourself down. Let your kids down. Let your wife down. But while you live in defeat, don’t pretend things aren’t as they should be. You’re getting exactly what you pay for, except that it’s tempered by God’s mercy.

The Seas are Troubled; the Boat is Stable

Wednesday, July 30th, 2014

Watch the Show and Relax

I got some more revelation regarding flooding and the Sea of Galilee, so I’ll pass it on.

I don’t think any Spirit-filled Christian will be surprised to hear that the Sea of Galilee symbolizes the earth. We all know that. But more specifically, it symbolizes the hidden nature of the earth: a place created by, and controlled by, words, or if you look at it differently, voices. A word has power when it’s spoken, not when it sits hidden in a book, so it’s more or less equivalent to equate words and voices in the context of the supernatural.

The world is full of voices that are useless and counterproductive. Any voice that doesn’t serve God is evil. It may not be intended for evil, but anything that doesn’t advance God’s agenda is evil. There is nothing neutral.

Jesus appeared to the disciples–I never know whether I should capitalize that word–when they were in a boat on the Sea of Galilee. The waves were high, and the disciples were afraid. This symbolizes the situation people find themselves in when they are at the mercy of the voices that run the world. They’re like little boats in high seas. They can’t do much to protect themselves or steer a course. Paul used this metaphor to describe people who were blown off course by bad doctrine.

Jesus walked on the water while it was still in turmoil. What does that mean? It shows that a person who is walking in God’s authority is above the power of evil voices. Circumstances are not relevant. They can’t touch a person who is in God’s will, unless God chooses to let them do so. When Jesus was crucified, it was by his own consent, and he kept quiet, because his words had the power to prevent it.

The waves actually supported Jesus. Words that are intended for evil will advance God’s plans, and they will help the Spirit-led. God will take the efforts of the damned and make use of them. The effect of this is to turn his enemies into his slaves retroactively. They work hard to defeat God, and when it’s over, they find out that during the time when they thought they were fighting God, they were actually serving him. The Romans thought they were killing Jesus, but in reality, they increased his power and destroyed Satan.

When Jesus entered the boat, the waves died down, and there was peace. When God is with people (“Emanuel” means “God with us”), he preserves them and lifts them above the seas of evil. The ark symbolized this type of deliverance. The disciples’ boat was a picture of the ark, which was a picture of Jesus overcoming the world and delivering his chosen.

I was right to think that using the name of Jesus was like Peter looking to Jesus when walking on the water. That was revelation. We should be flooding the earth all the time, because our flood is stronger than the enemy’s flood. He that is in us is stronger than he that is in the earth. If we don’t use our weapons, we shouldn’t expect things to go well. God gave us certain tools, and we can’t force him to adopt a different plan. We can do things his way, or we can lose.

The Bible says we will condemn every voice that rises up against us, IF we are the servants of the Lord. You can’t condemn by sitting around hoping, or by begging God to do things for you. Condemnation means speaking words against your enemies. It’s an action. Why would we expect to win, if we don’t act?

I think we have probably lost a lot of scripture. Satan loves destroying it. The Nazis burned Torah scrolls. The Catholics prohibited common people from owning Bibles.
Satan is constantly working to erase history. God forbade the Jews to cremate their dead because he knew Satan would tell people they had no archaeological record. God wanted there to be evidence. Satan is behind the Holocaust deniers today; thank God we have film of the camps.

The early church probably produced clearer scriptures than the ones we possess. God hid a lot of things in the remaining books. and Satan is too stupid to understand the code. Now the Spirit-led can read what remains and pull all sorts of instruction and confirmation from it. I believe the stories about the Sea of Galilee are examples of encoded mysteries. When God reveals these things through us, he is laughing at Satan. He is showing that Satan can’t accomplish the simplest of tasks.

God loves the flood metaphor. He used a flood to kill the Egyptian army. It stood up around the Hebrews, as if to honor them, and then it humiliated and overwhelmed the Egyptians. God calls his work inside us “living water.” Over time, it drowns the useless things inside us and waters the good things.

Christians who know God and listen to him are going to get more powerful, and because of that, rage will increase. Don’t be surprised by it. Don’t be rattled. It just means our enemies have been forced to see their impotence. Rejoice in it and don’t appease or retreat. Sometimes they’ll whimper and cry. Don’t pity them or feel bad about prevailing. They can change and join the right side whenever they want. As long as they’re not in the boat, they’re SUPPOSED to suffer. It will drive them to repent, and if not, then they deserve their misery. The alternative is for us to ingest it. Forget that.

When you see these things happening, don’t forget that you were warned, and don’t consider it a negative sign. It is the inevitable result of rebellion and stubbornness in the world. It doesn’t mean things aren’t going right for us. We were not created to be loved by the crooked, filthy world. We were created to conquer it.

I hope this is useful to you. It has certainly been helpful to me.

Get Your Water Wings

Monday, July 28th, 2014

The Air of Heaven is Just a Few Inches Above Your Head

A few years back, at Trinity Church, I was attending a prayer service, and I found myself saying, “Unleash the flood,” over and over. I have learned that when I’m in the Spirit, and I find I have something unexpected to repeat, it’s a word from God.

I wasn’t immediately sure what I was talking about, but then I realized God was referring to prayer in tongues. The church has discouraged it for almost two centuries, because Satan runs the church, and he hates it. To win the battles that are coming, we will have to be complete Christians, and that means prayer in tongues. It will put God’s faith in us, not to mention his other good qualities. It will put his guidance in us. It will cause us to to what he wants, using his power, instead of what we think is right.

Over the last few weeks, I have learned that repeating “in the name of Jesus” when praying or exercising authority can be very powerful. We are taught to ask for stuff and then say “in the name of Jesus,” as if it were a magical phrase that forces God to do what we want. Then we go about our business and don’t really expect anything to happen. And saying something more than once seems bad to us, as if it’s a confession that we lack faith.

In reality, repetition is essential. Yes, Jesus told us to avoid repetition, but he was talking about “VAIN repetition.” You shouldn’t take a prayer someone else wrote 300 years ago and repeat it without meaning or understanding it, just because a priest told you to. We are supposed to TALK TO God. Imagine how you would feel if your son came up to you when he had a problem and he did nothing but repeat an irrelevant prayer a hundred times. How productive would that be? Not very. But there are times when repetition is important. Even God repeats himself. There are examples of Jesus saying things several times.

The word “meditation” refers to repetition. Sometimes you can take a passage of scripture and repeat it thirty times and get a useful revelation out of it. This is why God has instructed us to meditate on his word.

“God’s word” doesn’t just mean the Bible. It means anything he says. If he gives you a word, you should repeat it many times and reflect on it. If “God’s word” only meant the Bible, effectively, God would be muzzled. He would never be allowed to say anything else, because it would not be God’s word. Think how silly that is.

I am able to perceive the supernatural, at least in some regards. One thing I can perceive is supernatural faith moving inside me. This is not my effort, trying to believe. That doesn’t work. It’s the Holy Spirit inside me, believing for me. This is why the Bible says that even faith is “of God.”

I found that sometimes I didn’t feel faith when I used the name of Jesus. I would say, “God, will you please do x, in the name of Jesus,” and nothing would happen. I eventually found that the faith would come if I said, “in the name of Jesus” more than once. And if I said it ten or twenty times, the faith became so strong, it became hard for me to speak. Faith is a substance that comes out through the mouth, and it’s hard to use the mouth for two things at once.

What does this have to do with flooding?

The other day, I saw a parallel between what I was doing and what Peter did when he walked on water. People always say Jesus walked on water. Why is it that we don’t talk much about Peter walking on water? What he did was extremely important, because it showed that we can become like Jesus. We shouldn’t ignore it. He didn’t do it perfectly, but come on. What would happen if you took three steps on water and then sank? You would still be on every news show on the planet. It was a big deal.

When Peter started to sink, he looked at Jesus, and he rose. He was lifted on top of the water, and instead of drowning him, it served him. Like a footstool.

Repeating the name of Jesus works the same way.

There is faith all around us. Unfortunately, most of it is Satanic. We have faith in Satan as the “all-powerful” ruler of this world, even though he’s just a failed angel who will eventually be the lowest, most humiliated creature in existence. We have faith in the power of disease; we believe it won’t go away when we pray. We have faith in circumstances; we believe our problems are so powerful, God can’t fix them. Many of us have faith that God doesn’t exist.

Where does this faith come from? It comes from words. In the Bible, water symbolizes voices and words. All around us, there are people and spirits (and even our own minds) speaking anti-God faith to us. We hear it around the clock. And people curse us and send demons after us, using words. People condemn us. They lie about us. It never stops. Satan and the other agents of negative faith speak constantly, repeating and repeating and repeating. And as Goebbels noted, repetition makes things seem true. It gives them power.

Satan repeats himself all day. He never shuts up. He gets people to do his repeating for him. He gets his messages onto CDs and DVDs so machines repeat them.

How, then, did we miss the importance of repeating God’s truth?

There is symmetry in the supernatural. Every weapon Satan uses was stolen from God. Satan repeats because we are supposed to repeat in order to defeat him.

We are surrounded by a flood of stupid voices. In the Bible, the sea (actually a lake) of Galilee symbolizes this flood-filled world. Just as God flooded the world to kill the seed of the angels, Satan floods the world to drown the Spirit-led.

In the present, Satan has a flood, and God has a counter-flood, but God’s flood has been dammed up by ignorance and false teaching (part of Satan’s flood). When God said, “Unleash the flood,” he was talking about pouring his flood out through the mouths of his children.

Last night, God gave me this word: “I am walking on the flood.”

When I heard that, I understood the connection between Peter and what I was doing. If I pour out God’s flood, I will walk on Satan’s flood. Instead of drowning me, Satan will actually support and help me, through the very works he does to destroy me. He will be my servant and my footstool, and so will his children.

The enemy and his works will drown, and I will float on the flood and profit from it. That which was meant to kill me will kill my enemies and exalt me.

You need to pray in tongues every day, and the amount you pray makes a difference. Remember Goebbels. What works for evil also works for good. Speaking the truth many times is much better than speaking it rarely. You also need to repeat God’s word. If you don’t hear from God yet, repeat scripture. Repeat whatever you know of God’s word. Until you can speak in tongues, speak with your own understanding.

Sometimes when you pray and decree, you will not feel faith. That’s because something is rising up to fight it. When this happens, repeat “in the name of Jesus.” Your faith will increase. This is “waiting on the Lord.” God has promised us that if we wait on him, he will strengthen our hearts. See the Psalms.

When you repeat truth, you will rise above the flood of lies, and God’s power will move. Try it. But make sure you have faith, because without faith, it won’t work. Scripture tells us how to get faith: pray in tongues.

Amazing things are happening in my life and in my character. I am not Jesus. I have plenty of room for improvement. But I am a new person these days, and it did not happen because I made an effort. It’s all God’s supernatural work. And it’s going to continue. I’m going to improve. God wants this for you, too. He didn’t send me to replace Jesus singlehandedly. I am not that important. This is for every child of God.

Walk if You Want; I’ll Ride

Friday, July 11th, 2014

Either the Bible is True or it Isn’t

Something I wrote today:

Last week, I got a word from God, and it was simply this: “I’m going to be all right.”

A few years back I took Jesus at his word and pretty much gave up planning for my future. I decided to wait for him. I knew God was faithful, but worry still came to me, and other people, thinking they were being helpful, fanned the flames.

Remembering the many times God had shown me he would not drop me, I refused to be moved, but my sense of security was not perfect. The word God sent me helped me become stable.

Because I trusted, my future is planned, and it’s not a foolish plan from the mind of man. Family, money, health, activities…it’s all laid out before me like a highway, waiting for me to walk forward and possess it.

The Jews have a saying: “Man plans; God laughs.” I will not let unbelief cause me build a rickety, crooked track for my life.

Not Every Person who Faints in Church is a Prophet

Thursday, July 10th, 2014

Sometimes it’s all YOU

Something I scribbled earlier today.

Stuff the Holy Spirit didn’t actually tell you:

1. A person who finds you completely unattractive is destined to be your one true love.

2. You are supposed to vote for liberals who support abortion and homosexuality, because forced redistribution of wealth is exactly the same as freewill giving.

3. God made you gay, and he thinks it’s fabulous.

4. You need to scream a lot in church, because God loves noise.

5. If a church is really big, it proves the pastor is right about everything.

6. The person who lies on the church floor the most is the holiest.

7. The church volunteers who asked you to stop parking in the pastor’s space were sent by the devil and lack discernment.

8. Other people will pay your tithes and offerings. God is so impressed with you, he is giving you a pass.

9. God wants you to keep working as a stripper because he made the human body, and you meet so many people who need to hear the gospel.

10. It’s okay to move in with your boyfriend, because in the eyes of God, you’re already married.

11. Borrowing money you can’t repay is “stepping out in faith,” especially if you use it to buy a ridiculous, tacky church building the size of a shopping mall.

Share my Joy Whether You Like it or Not

Tuesday, July 8th, 2014

Clearly Superior to Other Children

New photos of the godson, plus one of the goddaughter.

First, Noah:

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07 07 14 noah blue blanket 02

Second, Gabriella:

07 06 14 gabriella at new dawn

I have been helping Gabriella practice saying “NO!”

I am Management

Monday, July 7th, 2014

Let Labor do the Sweating

So often, God shows us things that are obvious, and we are amazed. He can even amaze us by telling us things we already know. I guess that means we’re stupid, but there it is.

This country has spiritual termites. We have lots of erosive, chronic problems because we don’t honor and serve God. Our wealth is decreasing, our liberty is decreasing, and the power of our enemies is increasing. We try to fix these things by making political donations and casting votes. Some of us blog and write books. It doesn’t work very well. But we have weapons that do work, and we choose not to use them.

I have learned that I can speak defeat to individuals that plague me. You may not believe it. If you develop your faith and try it, you will see that I’m right. If you deal with bullies, abusers, trashy neighbors, bad bosses, snotty kids, or other people whom you can’t seem to beat or change, you can cut the legs out from under them by speaking defeat to them in the name of Jesus AND believing in your heart that it works. And of course, you have to speak defeat to the spirits that back them against you.

What’s the obvious thing I didn’t point out here? It’s simple. There is no real difference between your cheating husband or backstabbing coworker and the president of the United States or the Supreme Court. You can speak defeat to powerful people you don’t know. They don’t have special protection.

The Supreme Court is nine individuals. If you lived next to nine idiots who always threw their dogs’ poo into your yard, and you believed in the principle of speaking defeat to enemies, you would have no problem believing you could put them to flight by using the power of the tongue. Why, then, would you think nine people in Washington would be any different?

They’re not.

The president and the Supreme Court have been throwing poo into our yards for a very long time. We don’t have to accept it.

I know the traditional answer is to ask God to give you victory. That’s fine, but it’s not the entire arsenal. If you aren’t active in your own right, you’re not doing what we were put here to do. You are likely to fail.

People love to say, “God is in control.” Sure he is. But six million Jews were slaughtered anyway. Over fifty million unborn babies have been murdered in the US since Roe v. Wade. A tsunami hit Southest Asia and killed all sorts of innocent people. If God is in control, why did these things happen?

God didn’t let them happen. We did. He put us here to rule the earth for him, using power he provides. Very few of us are doing it, so the earth is a mess.

The Bible is confusing to people who don’t have supernatural revelation via the baptism with the Holy Spirit. It tells us wonderful things, but we don’t understand them. One of the things it tells us is that what we say and believe matters more than what we do. This is reflected in passages such as, “the righteous shall live by faith,” “Death and life are in the power of the tongue, And those who love it will eat its fruit,” and “I will give you the keys of the kingdom of heaven, and whatever you bind on earth will be bound in heaven, and whatever you loose on earth will be loosed in heaven.” Here’s another one: “For the weapons of our warfare are not carnal but mighty in God for pulling down strongholds, casting down arguments and every high thing that exalts itself against the knowledge of God.”

The “Word of Faith” movement got ahold of this concept and twisted and abused it until it sounded like heresy and foolishness. But it’s true.

Look at the situation in the Middle East. That all started with a few sentences spoken by a blind old man. Isaac gave Jacob and Esau their blessings, and he foretold the struggle between their descendants, and over a billion people are bound by those words today.

Word of Faith people got in trouble for pushing a doctrine characterized as “name it and claim it.” They believed in the power of the tongue, but they weren’t getting a lot of guidance from the Spirit, so they focused on things like money, power, and fame. That made blessing and cursing look stupid. But the concept is Biblical. Jesus cursed a tree, and it dried up. He commanded the wind. Elijah cut off the rain. If you’re connected to the Holy Spirit, and you do his will and not just your own, it does work. And we are expected to do it.

The earth is like a company (or, as the Bible says, a vineyard) which belongs to an absentee owner. God sends his servants to run the place. He created us to be management, not labor. Managers use their hearts and minds more than they use their hands. When Adam lost his authority, one of the curses was hard work. He was no longer a manager; he was a slave. The baptism with the Holy Spirit reverses that curse and restores authority.

Here are some things I speak defeat to just about every day:

Some stuff I spoke defeat to today:

1. Obama and his administration. Their constant work against Israel and the body of Christ has to be stopped. Prayer isn’t enough.

2. Homosexuality. We should not be running from people who are slaves to a sexual compulsion.

3. Feminism. Many women have to work, and they should be paid fairly, but the feminist establishment is also bound up in removing men as the leaders and priests of their homes, and it supports promiscuity. It also discourages marriage and teaches men they don’t have to buy rings in order to get sex. If you’re a 40-year-old spinster, thank the feminists.

4. The Supreme Court and all our federal courts. Bad decisions make slaves of the righteous. Why do we sit back and let it happen?

5. Illegal immigration. We don’t have to have a complete loss of border control in order to have compassion and bring good people to America. Deuteronomy 28:43-44.

6. Convenience abortion. Our president says girls can’t live their dreams unless they are free to kill the babies they conceive. And the industry is geared toward destroying the black race. What dream is he talking about? The abortion mills have succeeded where the Klan has failed, and they got the victims to pay for it.

7. The IRS. Obama and his party are using it to take control of our lives and to punish believers.

8. Professional sports. Idolatry at its best. People actually stay home from church to watch strangers play children’s games.

9. The entertainment industry, including movies, TV, music, books, and even Internet porn. They have way too much power to corrupt.

10. The press. They ridicule and marginalize us constantly, and they slander Israel every day.

11. Religious leaders who teach against the Holy Spirit, tongues, and miracles. They serve the spirit of Antichrist, no matter how often they use the name of Jesus.

On some days I speak defeat to both political parties before the body of Christ. The GOP is better than the Democrats, but it’s still messed up. Gay activists and Muslims want to assume control. I speak defeat to Grover Norquist and his crowd from time to time.

Does it work? Well, I started recently. I can only speak for myself; I have no idea who else is doing it, or I would name them. Since then, Obama has racked up some surprising losses. His popularity plummeted. He also lost several pivotal cases in the Supreme Court. Can I take credit for these things? No, that goes to God. But I do believe I was part of it. I felt faith flowing through me as I spoke.

Let me suggest you try it, if you have the faith. And if you don’t have the faith, speaking in tongues is the way to get it, according to the Bible.

Perry Stone once cautioned people not to take on big spirits. He said he knew of preachers who, on their own initiative, would stand up and curse huge evils, like the spirits that ruled entire cities. He said they got in trouble. God didn’t back them, the spirits rose against them, and soon their ministries had problems. They would get caught in sex scandals or whatever. I used to think that this meant I could only use the power of the tongue on small issues. But now I realize I was wrong. The question isn’t how big the problem is. There are only two important considerations: did the Holy Spirit tell you to do it, and do you have enough faith to pull it off? If you can say “yes,” then there is nothing that can defeat you.

The problems this nation faces will not go away just because of American exceptionalism, hard work, or time-wasting squabbling. God will not let us win until we do things his way. So I’m trying hard to avoid using hopeless carnal tools.

This is how I plan to live the rest of my life. I do not want to sweat and lose any more. I do not want to rely on my own power. If it ever stops working, I’ll quit. But that hasn’t happened yet.

Illegal Aliens of the Soul

Tuesday, July 1st, 2014

Rebuild the Walls

I had an interesting exchange on the web today, and I think I’ll take a few minutes to write about it.

First of all, my church is going nuts. God is really, really moving. Preachers like to stand in front of churches and talk big about the things God will do for the people, but usually, nothing happens. At my church we are seeing FOLLOW-THROUGH, which is a big paradigm change.

My pastor taught us things about speaking things into existence and so on, and I’m not even sure he totally understood it himself, but I started applying it, and as I have written before, problems started collapsing before me.

I taught a few other people about it, and suddenly, folks are putting it to use (just from seeing my testimony; I had nothing to do with it), and they are coming back with stories of favor and power. It’s working. This is what it means to be “seated in high places with Christ.” It means we don’t just ask God for things. We give orders to the things over which we have authority, and our word, because we are identified with God, does not return to us void.

One of the things I’m learning about is the concept of borders and sovereignty. You can’t have perfect balance with other beings. Either they will invade your sovereignty and disregard your personal borders, or you will exert authority over them and keep them in defeat. This is what being “the head and not the tail” means. When Israel was the head, Solomon ruled with great wealth and military superiority, and his borders were secure. When Israel was the tail, every tinhorn king in the Middle East came in, raided the place, and made the Jewish king, though anointed, a servant.

This concept is true on a national level and a personal level. If you’ve been abused sexually or by violence (maybe that’s redundant), it’s because you’ve been the tail and not the head. Your borders got no respect. No one should ever be able to touch you–not with the tip of a finger–if you have God’s favor and authority. If they’re getting through, it’s because of a problem with your relationship with God.

The discussion I started today had to do with illegal immigration, which is a total collapse of authority and border control. It is supernatural. I said that it was a classic Biblical curse, which is true. The Bible says it’s a curse when “the alien” grows strong among you. It does not mean foreigners are devils, or that the lady who irons your shirt for less than minimum wage should be put in jail. It just means that a curse allows illegal aliens to come here by improper means. If you can understand this, you can apply it to your own life and get victory over people who take advantage of you. I can tell you that it works.

Unfortunately, someone took it the wrong way today and concluded that I was saying he and his family were a curse, because they came here illegally. I think if you read what I wrote above, you will see that I was talking about something else. We ended up in a useless discussion about politics and immigrants, and the valuable point I was trying to make disappeared.

Here are the most relevant verses, Deuteronomy 28:43-44:

The alien who is among you shall rise higher and higher above you, and you shall come down lower and lower. He shall lend to you, but you shall not lend to him; he shall be the head, and you shall be the tail.

I just saw that a few minutes ago, for the first time in months or years. But the Holy Spirit brought it to my mind this morning. It’s a curse which comes from disobedience. This nation has turned from God, so now illegal aliens can march in our streets waving Mexican flags, threatening to take away part of our land. That cannot happen in a country which honors God. And if you turn away from God personally, beings that have interests that conflict with yours will be able to enter your life and do as they please.

This happened to the Jews when the temple was destroyed, in 586 BC and 70 AD. It is happening now in Israel, with the disgusting, suicidal efforts to give land to the false “Palestinians.” It’s the reason for rape, molestation, and bullying of all types. It is surely the reason for disease, which comes from hostile organisms that OCCUPY us, to use a word that has become very familiar.

These days I speak defeat to our country’s chronic defeats, and illegal immigration is one of them. I speak defeat to the people who support it. We will always want immigrants, but we have the right and the obligation to choose them ourselves, as stewards of the land. Otherwise, terrorists and criminals will keep walking in through Arizona, and one day, we will see something as bad as, or worse than, 911.

I speak defeat to the people who take advantage of me, and as I have written before, it works. It may sound crazy, but they actually seem to get depressed and angry. Tough. If someone has to eat their garbage, it should be them, not me. I’ve had plenty already.

Pray in tongues. Develop supernatural faith. Speak defeat to your enemies and to God’s enemies. Speak defeat to those who want to pull down this Christian nation, as well as Israel. Don’t tell me it doesn’t work. You will come back with a testimony.

Quit sweating and struggling in the political system. Work in the supernatural system and take it easy.

Addendum

I should add one more thing. I don’t know if it’s in the Bible, but I have seen another curse manifest itself in families, and it also manifests itself in nations. In my family, a dribbling imbecile chosen at random will get more respect than a relative with college degrees and a record of common sense. My grandfather would listen to strangers before he would give credit to his own children, and my dad is the same way. My IQ is somewhere over 150, and I have a physics degree and a law degree, but when I tell him things that are obvious, he refuses to believe them. Then some fool with no high school diploma will agree with me, and suddenly, I’m right!

The same thing applies to nations. Right now, an illegal alien can vote without presenting ID. They can enter and leave the country without problems, and the Border Patrol will actually help them. No one tracks them. No one makes them pay taxes. No one surveils them. But what about us? What about the children of the nation itself? For years, our own public “servants” took naked photos of us before letting us get on planes. They still put citizens on “no fly” lists without explanation or notice. There are sensors along every highway that record our movements. All of our emails are stored. Our phones are tapped.

It’s the same principle. Those who should be privileged are humiliated, and those who should be monitored and controlled are free to do as they please. They have the favor we’re supposed to have.

To people without discernment or revelation, this will make no sense, but to others it will be very obviously true.

I want my favor and my birthright back. How about you?

Into the Forest of Stumps

Tuesday, July 1st, 2014

When did Miami get so Beautiful?

I went to Tennessee over the weekend to bury my dad’s older sister. I’m not sure she was actually buried, though. The funeral home screwed up and failed to have her cremated on time, and I don’t know whether they got the situation fixed. It’s amazing that they would do that, but there you are.

She was 84; two years older than my dad. I didn’t know her terribly well. I saw her a few times during my life, but there were no Christmas gifts or birthday cards, and until this weekend, I couldn’t name all of her kids.

When I was a child, my mother told me that during the early years of her marriage, she had been shocked at how distant my dad’s people were. She claimed my dad’s mother–I don’t think of her as my grandmother–told her that relations with my dad were so unpleasant, they didn’t want to stay very close.

This weekend I reunited with a cousin I last saw–I am fairly sure–in about 1968. I know I saw one other one not long after 1970, because I remember him mentioning the movie M*A*S*H as a recent thing, and it came out in that year.

I also saw my dad’s other sister this weekend. I believe I last saw her in around 1990.

Sad.

Sadder still, my dad and I were the odd ones out. His sisters stayed in touch, and their kids knew each other well. They have a lot of shared memories. Trips. Gatherings. We don’t know much about it. They talked about holidays and vacations past, when they did this and said that. My dad was able to keep up with them about the distant past, as in 1931-1956, but that was about it.

She died from a stroke, if I understand things correctly. She started having them some time back. She became forgetful. She said things over and over. She became demented. In February, she had to go to a home, and then she started speaking gibberish.

Like my dad, she was very overweight. I think that probably caused the strokes and dementia, but I’m no doctor.

My aunt was married to a Mormon, and when they married he had several kids of his own. I only connected with one member of the flock, back during the Vietnam War. She was a little older than I was, and we were not related by blood. My aunt could be a challenging person to get along with, and she and her husband were very hard on the kids, making them work constantly and maintaining harsh discipline. My cousin was quiet and gentle. I think we got along well because we were easygoing people with parents who were could be unpleasant.

I did not want to go to Tennessee this weekend. I was not needed. When my mother died, only two of these people showed up, and that was more than I had expected. I would not have made this trip but for my dad, who is not really up to the task of planning and executing a long trip alone. I truly dreaded going. I was worried about my house being robbed, and I had to move mountains to get the burglar alarm fixed. Then a garage side door turned out to be rusted out, and I had to take a grinder to the hinges. I had to have locks changed. Lots of aggravation and no reward.

My dad wanted to go from Tennessee to Kentucky, to see the town where he grew up. I have no connection to this place at all, except that it reminds me of the appalling and unnecessary deficiencies of my childhood. To make him happy, I agreed to go with him. We would be at the service in Tennessee on Saturday and then drive to Kentucky on Sunday. On Monday, back to Atlanta to catch our flight. If you add up the road hours, you will see why I was not pleased.

My aunt’s funeral was in Oak Ridge, and we got into town after 9 p.m. I had driven us up from Atlanta. I was beyond exhausted. The trip was tiring, and God had awakened me to pray in the morning, which cost me two hours of sleep. After some argument, I agreed to go to my uncle’s house and see the family. I would not get to bed until 12:30, and I knew everyone would be agitating to get started early the next day.

My dad was startled to see how his other sister and her husband looked. She was using a walker, and her hands shook. Her husband just looked old, and at his age, he had a right to.

I was as cheerful as humanly possible, and I waited for them to start giving us hints to leave. My cousin came over and talked to me, and she gave me information about my aunt.

When her issues started, they were just like the problems my dad has now. Asking the same question several times. Forgetting recent events. Confusion. And she would not go to a doctor. She and my uncle were in denial. Maybe a doctor would have put her on a diet or done bariatric surgery. We will never know. But when I talked to my cousin, I realized I was getting close to the beginning of a rocky road.

To keep from going crazy, I went outside and called the Holiday Inn and got a separate room, and I went to sleep in peace. God awoke me again, and I did what I was supposed to do and did not complain. I prayed. I blessed. I cursed. I decreed. Then peace returned, and I slept. I moved the alarm clock back an hour and a half. If they had to wait a little longer for me, they would get over it.

Breakfast was revolting. They had those weird scrambled eggs that have no variation in color, plus turkey sausage. I got a piece, thinking it couldn’t be that bad. I was wrong. It was that bad and then some. I can’t believe people eat that garbage.

While I was choking it down, my dad announced that he didn’t want to go to Kentucky any more. I got on the cell phone and moved our flight. God be praised. I felt like a runaway slave. I can’t remember ever being that happy.

At the funeral, my dad spoke, and then people related funny stories about my aunt. I had one or two, but they would not have flattered certain people.

Looking at the plastic beer-coolerish container which may or may not have contained her ashes, I thought about my aunt’s final destination. I have no illusions about it. She went to a Mormon church, but she didn’t buy into it, and even if she did, Mormons don’t receive salvation because they believe it comes by works. She and my uncle told the preacher or priest or whatever that they didn’t believe, and he suggested the keep going, just for the social life.

While we were at my uncle’s house, somehow the subject of American Indians came up, and my cousins started making sly references to their “real” origins. The Mormons believe they sailed to America from Israel. Of course, that’s a load of hogwash, and the Indians have no genetic relationship with the Jews, beyond what every human being has. When I heard them talking, I realized they were very serious about their heretical religion, their parents’ unbelief notwithstanding. Disturbing. I was looking at a poisoned field.

I don’t know why I had to go on the trip. Maybe it was God’s way of showing my dad his future. Maybe he wanted someone to pray for my cousins. All I know is, for the first time in my life, I was overjoyed to be headed for Miami.

At my uncle’s house, while I was talking to the clerk at the Holiday Inn, I heard myself say, “I’m never going to see these people again.”

My mother’s people are my family. When my dad talks about my mother’s father, he slips and calls him “your father.” My dad’s relatives seem nice, but I couldn’t pick most of them out of a lineup. His mother never called when I was a kid. We didn’t hear from his older sister much unless she wanted something. When his mother died, the other relatives cleaned out her house and gave us two items they selected, and my dad got the funeral bill. I didn’t attend. Nobody expected me to.

A while back, my dad tried to get me to go to a family reunion, and I refused. I reminded him of my age. I said, “It’s too late,” and, “I don’t know those people.” My remaining aunt and uncles will be dead in five years. I barely know their kids. My other relatives on that side are even more distant. There aren’t enough crumbs in the bottom of the bag to make shaking it worth the effort. I felt that I was being asked to go and put on a show of false love for strangers. To pretend that we hadn’t screwed up, back in the Sixties, Seventies, and Eighties.

We screwed up. Some people would lie to themselves about it, but I won’t. We flushed whatever chance we had to be part of that family, and that was fine by them.

I’m glad the trip is behind me. I don’t expect to see anyone in my dad’s family again, except possibly when he dies. He isn’t leaving them anything, so they won’t be involved in his estate. I’m glad I know them, but there isn’t much there to build on.

My life is so different from the ones it intersected with this weekend. God is showing me joy and power. He is teaching me things, and other people are learning them from me, and they are starting to put these things to use and come back with startling testimonies. I don’t consider the earthly obstacles in my path the way I used to. These days, they fall. But my relatives keep grinding away, pushing the same rock up the same hill every day and expecting very little for the effort.

I understand what Jesus meant when he said that believers were his family. People who can’t see the light are tuned to a different channel.

I am going to look for a strategy to deal with my dad’s upcoming challenges, and I am going to work to get myself out of this city. I can’t save everyone, but I can help a few people, and I can look after myself. I hope I never fly into Miami again. I have seen as much of it as I need. This has been a pivotal month. For me, it’s a sharp upward turn. For others, it’s the crystallization of a course that leads nowhere.

Knowledge of Purpose Brings Power

Tuesday, June 24th, 2014

Put God’s Weight Behind Your Punches

Time to tell you about something new that has been working in my life.

The “dead” (non-charismatic) churches teach that God doesn’t do much of anything for us, except on special occasions and when we die. That’s a lie. The charismatic churches teach us that God’s job is to be a butler who does our bidding and also brings us money; his purpose is to make us rich and solve all our problems. That’s also a lie.

God does solve our problems. He heals diseases. He brings us prosperity and peace. He helps us succeed. But that’s not why he exists. He rules the universe. Our purpose is to do things for him. When we understand that we are here to establish his kingdom on the earth (to the extent that it is possible in this age), he will direct more of his resources to help us.

That just makes sense. If you had two kids, and one was running around with loose women and taking drugs, you wouldn’t want to encourage him in his foolishness. You would wait for him to burn out and come home. If your other child was working in the family business, you would reward that child. When he needed help, you would spend money, give advice, and so on. His interests would be your interests. It wouldn’t make sense to deprive him.

If you want a new injection of faith and help–which will serve your own interest–paradoxically, you have to put God’s interests first. Jesus pointed this out in Matthew 6:33: “But seek ye first the kingdom of God, and his righteousness; and all these things shall be added unto you.”

I always felt like I was doing God’s will when I prayed, blessed, and cursed on behalf of myself and other people. I suppose I was right, to a limited extent. God wants us to fix problems. But I could have done better. I should have gotten up every morning and started out by working on God’s problems.

The Bible says we are to “bless” God continuously. We interpret this in strange ways. We say it just means to thank him. When it comes to food, we somehow got the idea that it means to bless the food itself, which, being a blessing, doesn’t really need any help. What if “bless God” really means “bless God”?

A long time ago, I learned that it didn’t make any sense to bless food, but I wasn’t really sure what I was supposed to do. I would thank God and so on, and I would ask him to use meals for his purpose. But a few weeks back, I got a revelation. What if I actually spoke a blessing to God?

I gave it a shot. I would think of something that seemed to be a problem for God; something his children were not able to defeat. Then I would curse it and speak defeat to it. For example, I would curse the homosexuality movement in America and Israel. Or I would speak something positive, such as faith and discernment to the body of Christ.

When you have a certain amount of supernatural awareness, you can tell when things work. This worked. I felt it. It was right. I felt more faith flowing into me. This was something God had been waiting for.

I applied it to my daily prayer time. Now I get up and I curse things that displease God, and I speak victory to his children (not to the world at large). I speak defeat to Obamacare and statism. I speak defeat to the abortion industry. I speak defeat to the federal government, before the body of Christ, which it is beginning to persecute openly.

I do this before I think about myself and the people I know.

The power is just crazy. It flows and puts me in a state where I can barely move, I’m so caught up in it.

I know it works. Time and time again, I’ve seen obstructive people pushed aside by this method. One day a person will be obnoxious and overbearing. The next day, after I speak defeat to him, he’ll be meek as a lamb. You can even speak defeat to problems, like a car problem you can’t seem to fix. It works, and it works quickly. Not necessarily instantaneously, but quickly. And it’s scriptural. Look at Mark 11:23:

For verily I say unto you, That whosoever shall say unto this mountain, Be thou removed, and be thou cast into the sea; and shall not doubt in his heart, but shall believe that those things which he saith shall come to pass; he shall have whatsoever he saith.

It’s much better than wasting your time and giving yourself gray hair fighting things in the natural. And if it works for my personal problems, how much more will it work when I apply it to things that are more important to God?

We have to be proactive in this life, but that doesn’t mean we work hard with our hands and minds. It means we work hard in prayer, blessing, and cursing, not to mention worship.

Life is like “The Karate Kid.” God will coach us and back us up, but he expects us to go into the arena for him and win the fight. We have been missing this for centuries. People ask why God lets bad things happen. He doesn’t. We do.

He created a system that works a certain way, and he wil not bend. He will not come down and wipe our noses just because we’re suffering. He will not do things our way. If one generation throws away its knowledge of his ways, he will allow succeeding generations to live in defeat and humiliation instead of returning the knowledge to them. God does not owe us anything; he will permit us to ruin our lives.

Every so often, when we’re out of his will, God will do something restorative for his own purposes. The Jews didn’t deserve Jesus, but God sent him anyway. This generation didn’t deserve a restoration of knowledge, but we’re getting it anyway, even though God let us live in failure for almost two millennia. Yes, sometimes God will give you a break when you’re off the reservation, but you can’t expect it as a way of life. Generally, you have to follow his plan.

We forgot about the power of the tongue. We forgot about blessing and cursing. So our ancestors–even the Christians–were Satan’s abused slaves. If you go back to the Holy Spirit and speak in tongues, God will restore knowledge and power to you, not to mention virtue.

Part of God’s plan is devotion to his goals. If you don’t have that, you will always be a cripple.

Take a crack at it. Speak in tongues daily to build faith and revelation. When you’re strong, start blessing God and cursing the things he hates. Put his needs first. Then see what happens.

I’m not telling you life will be perfect, but you can have peace. You can have confidence in the future. You can watch your most persistent problems dissolve.

You have nothing to lose. If I’m wrong, nothing bad will happen to you. But if I’m right, you are in for a great experience.

Machining Progress for June

Saturday, June 21st, 2014

This Junk Actually Works

I guess people who come here solely to read about God will be sore, but I am here today to talk about machining. I am making progress on the parts for my CNC mini-lathe. You can find and buy the plans at Ron Steele’s site.

In an earlier post, I discussed a mount I was making from aluminum on the mill. If you look at the photo, you can pretty well tell I was milling it from flat aluminum plate. I had a few problems. First I misread the plans and tried to make it from 1/2″ plate. Then I saw that it was supposed to be 3/4″ thick. I started over.

The plans called for a 0.510″ bore down the center of the part, to accommodate the screw that moves the lathe cross-slide. The bore had a shallow 0.625″ counterbore, because the screw has a shoulder on it, and the shoulder fits the counterbore. On either side of the bore, centered 0.411″ away, there was a #18 hole drilled through, and there was also a 0.297″ counterbore in the #18 hole locations, to a depth of 1.1″.

This means there was a big bore through the material, and to either side, there was a 1.1″-deep bore centered 0.411″ away.

If you add up the numbers, you find that when it’s all done, there is roughly 0.010″ of material remaining between the main bore and each counterbore. For all intents and purposes, that’s no metal at all. And when I shoved a homemade counterboring tool in there to make the counterbores, the thin aluminum sagged and distorted. I could have bored it out and not worried about it, but it wasn’t workmanlike, even by my standards. I decided to make a third part.

I measured the lathe for myself. The plans are generic, for lathes sold by Harbor Freight, Grizzly, and so on. My lathe is a Big Dog, made by a Chinese company called Real Bull. It’s slightly different. I don’t know how closely the plans fit the other lathes, but they were way off for mine.

I needed a bore about 0.400″ wide down the middle, and the counterbore on it only had to be 0.510″, so that meant I could have about 0.060″ of metal on either side of the bore, not 0.010″. Great news.

I also realized that the 1.1″ counterbores were not needed. The whole point of the wide counterbores was to admit fat M4 screw heads. The idea was to slide the short screws down into the bores and then through the #18 holes and into the lathe. This would have allowed me to keep the OEM 10 mm screws. Obviously (now), longer screws would permit shorter counterbores. So that knocked about 0.090″ off the depth I would have to bore. Great.

Looking at the part, I realized it was symmetrical about the main bore’s axis. That meant a mill was not the ideal tool. It was made for a lathe. So I bought a 2.75″ round rod and used it instead of plate.

I cut it to 2.25″ in diameter. I trimmed one side down to about 1.350″ in diameter. That gave me a part shaped like a hat. Then I had to put a 1.500″-wide bore in the big end, to a depth of 1.400″. My ability to bore a blind, flat-bottomed hole on the lathe let me down, so I did it on the mill’s rotary table and got gorgeous results. Now I had to put flats on it in order to turn it into a flat part.

06 17 14 cnc lathe stepper mount on rotary table

The original part was 0.750″ thick. Measuring my lathe, I realized I could make it thicker on one side. That would allow me to rest more metal against the lathe apron, providing more resistance to flexing.

06 17 14 cnc lathe stepper mount in Alibre for aluminum round rod

I guess this is dull enough already, so I’ll just put up a photo of the part being cut to size.

06 18 14 cnc lathe stepper mount partly milled

There is nothing under the part in that picture. People suggested parallels, but I just clamped it in the vise and indicated it horizontal to within a thousandth. DONE! Then I flipped it and rested the new flat on parallels. The result was perfect.

06 18 14 cnc lathe stepper mount milled not drilled

For reasons I no longer recall, I saved the top counterbore for the mill. Not a great idea, but it worked. I used a CDCO co-ax indicator on the main bore, and I got it to within on 0.0005″ tick. That’s crazy, because it was a drilled hole, and drilled holes are not supposed to be that round, but it did work. I opened up the counterbore using a heavy boring head and a cheap brazed carbide boring bar. Then I put the #18 holes in, using a center drill and my new set of cheap Harbor Freight HSS drill bits.

A word about these bits. You need them. It’s a 115-piece set for about $35. People have complained about the points being off-center, and maybe that’s true. The two bits I’ve used cut true, though, and you should be able to fix the bad ones in your set. But there’s more to it than that.

There will be many times when you’ll want to alter a drill bit. I needed a 0.297″ counterboring tool, and I didn’t have one. An expert told me I didn’t want one, because counterboring tools have little pilot doodads that hang off of them, and they snap easily. He said I needed to grind a 19/64″ drill flat on the end. My main drill set is US-made carbide, and I am not going to grind those bits up, because the discount price is over $200. If you have Harbor Freight bits, who cares? Grind away.

Also, cobalt is not ideal for aluminum. I found this out this week. I was drilling slower than I should have, and the bit grabbed and shattered. I think there were five pieces. HSS is less likely to do that in aluminum.

The part is really beautiful now. Much nicer than the one in the plans. In retrospect, I see that I could have done the whole thing from one piece of metal, but I would have had to put it on the rotary table, and with a 3-jaw chuck or a clamping set, that would have been awkward. Which is why I am planning to get rid of that chuck and get a 4-jaw.

06 19 14 cnc lathe stepper mount with main counterbore and attachment screw holes

My measuring capabilities are getting better, so I am now making parts with very tight tolerances. I realized I had no accurate way of measuring depths, so I decided to get a depth micrometer. The Chinese set from Shars runs over a hundred bucks, but some Ebay guy is selling NOS Scherr-Tumicos for about $62, delivered, and now I have one. It’s beautiful. Unfortunately, to measure different depths, you will have to use internal rods of differing lenghts, and every time you switch, you have to put the mike on a reference surface and calibrate it. If you don’t have a granite surface or something else that has been ground flat, you will have a problem.

Now I have to worry about a coolant system. An Israeli company called Noga makes inexpensive flood systems, but I don’t want one. I think it’s unnecessary. I think I can come up with something that just drips. I have never needed to flood work on the lathe, and in order to do it, I would have to cut up the lathe pan, add a drain, add a pump, add a reservoir, and deal with a gallon or so of dirty coolant. I think I can run a tube under the chip guard and mount something on the cross slide, to follow the part. It can drip WD40 or oil directly on the point of contact. People with mills use a ton of coolant, but I don’t think it’s needed here.

Here is the Alibre drawing I did for the part. For some reason, the screw holes in the bottom of the feet are not visible. Not sure what’s up with that. Some people say you have to create an imaginary plane and drill through it.

Anyway, it’s going well. And I think I’m going to have to have a CNC mill and router in order to feel whole. Not sure about a printer. I think they’re only good for 3D prototypes. I don’t know if that’s worth the money, when you can simply make a part or draw it well. I don’t think the flimsy plastic parts these printers make are very useful yet. Maybe I’m wrong. Sooner or later they’ll print things in metal or something durable, though.

If you have a CNC router, mill, and lathe, you can do a ton of stuff that’s actually useful. In fact, you would probably have to hide it from your neighbors in order to avoid running a free fix-it shop.

I guess I’ll spare everyone the story of how I left a wrench on my drawbar and snapped the shear pins when I turned the mill on, but I will tell you this much: if you have a Bridgeport-type mill, and you obstruct the nut somehow while the motor is running, and it quits working, don’t despair. They’re made to take this. Here are the symptoms that will have you wetting your pants:

1. Cutter continues turning under power.
2. Spindle brake doesn’t work.
3. Drawbar nut turns easily, but drawbar doesn’t tighten or loosen when turned.

Here is what happens. The bar has an upper part, which is hollow, and a lower part, which is just a rod with threads at the bottom. The parts are connected by two perpendicular shear pins which are very soft. When you obstruct the rotation of the nut, these pins may snap. Your mill is not damaged. Just pull the nut part up out of the mill, put a rod down into the top and use it to bonk the top of the bottom half of the drawbar to loosen the collet, and draw the bar out through the spindle opening. Then insert a magnet into the top opening and retrieve the round bushing that came with the drawbar. It will be sitting loose on top of the spindle. You’re done. Now if you want you can hammer new pins into the bar, or you can order one online for about $20, delivered.

Right now my drawbar is held together with a single pin I made from mystery metal. I drilled and punched the remains of the old pins, and I lined the drawbar holes up to hammer new pins in, but after the first one went in, the holes, incredibly, were misaligned, so I gave up on the second pin. I ground off the excess, and I was ready to go. I think things worked out fine, because I don’t know how strong that mystery metal is, and I do NOT want pins that are too strong. Next week the new bar arrives, and I’ll keep this one as a spare.

The accident left a couple of tiny dings in the part, but I’ll get over it.

Sorry I don’t have more photos, but I am not really working hard to document this mess.

I can’t wait to get this thing running, but with all my errors, it could be a while.