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Saturday, November 26th, 2016

Plus Boring Political Commentary

Today I got up and looked at the news, and I learned that Fidel Castro was dead.

This is not a huge story to me, personally. I’m not Cuban, and I’m not a political blogger. I don’t even have a significant number of Cuban friends. The closer I got to God, the less I heard from the Cubans I knew. They lost interest in me. Now I know Haitians and Puerto Ricans.

Nonetheless, it’s a major event, and here in Miami, people are blocking traffic and celebrating in the streets. It should be acknowledged.

The needless suffering this man inflicted is incalculable. He was not a freedom fighter or a friend of the oppressed. He was a mass murderer who had countless people imprisoned, tortured, and killed. Barack Obama probably thinks Castro was a great man, and there are a lot of people in the US–many of them Cuban–who share the same delusion. That’s disgraceful. It’s no better than admiring Hitler.

Miami is full of old people who were beaten, incarcerated, tortured, and deprived of their property. For their sake, I’m glad they don’t have to open the newspaper every day and read that Castro is still in charge of the island he stole from them.

All those things being said, this is not the return of Jesus. It’s probably not even a sea change. Castro won, at least from a secular perspective. He died in bed, a billionaire, at the age of 90, with his enemies still exiled, silenced, or in prison. His successors will be no better than he is. I see Ileana Ros-Lehtinen agrees with me; she is on TV, saying basically the same thing.

People shouldn’t be celebrating his death. That’s an invitation to supernatural repercussions. They should be asking why Satan was able to take over Cuba. It’s a place of demon worship and darkness. If you want real change, you have to seek the only one who sets people free. I’m watching America slip away just as Cuba did. I hate to see history repeated, and it’s sad that we don’t learn from it.

Castro is almost certainly in agony right now, regretting every time his arrogance and cruelty led him to turn away from God. I don’t think it’s smart to celebrate that. If you’re still alive, you, too, have time to fail and be destroyed.

That’s all I have to say about Castro.

As for me, I have had an interesting week. I had a crisis of faith, and instead of hiding it, I aired it publicly. I aired my successes, so it seemed to me I should talk about my failures as well. I always hate it when someone who claims to be a Christian has a severe setback and pretends it never happened.

I feel that God is helping me understand what happened so I will realize things are okay. As he told me months ago, with regard to people who belong to him, “There is no misfortune; there are only lessons.” I’m just getting a lesson.

I thought God told me something was going to happen, and it did not happen. It wasn’t something I spent hours on my face praying for. It was unexpected. I felt what I thought was faith, rushing through me when I talked to him about it. It was the same thing I felt when I talked to him about Trump’s election chances. The things I believed about Trump were confirmed by history. Then I felt faith for something, and it didn’t come to pass. I had to look for reconciliation. Life does make sense. You shouldn’t accept cognitive dissonance.

On Monday, I broke a tooth while I was eating a Snickers bar. It was completely unexpected; my teeth are very good. I felt something funny in the back of my mouth, and I thought maybe a nut had gotten stuck in a crack, but it turned out a big piece of a molar was gone. I had no pain, but I was in need of serious dental work.

My dentist saw me the next day, and he ground down the remains of the tooth and put a temporary cap on it. He has a computerized gadget for making crowns, and it was down, so I have to return in a couple of weeks for a zirconia crown.

I see a strange relationship between this and what happened in my relationship with God.

If you look at the Bible, you will see patterns. Similar things happen over and over. Here’s an example: a person who is not aligned with God’s will will have good fortune for a long time, and he’ll be very confident that his future is secured. Then something bad will pop up and do him considerable harm, because he didn’t rely on God.

The Bible tells us we have to build our houses–ourselves–on rock, not sand. Sand represents the thoughts and ideas of human beings. It’s not stable. You can’t rely on it to support you. If you don’t listen to God, you are likely to come up with bad ideas of your own, or to adopt the bad ideas of others, and then when trouble comes, the sand will wash out from under you. The things you believed will not help you, and you will be defeated. Then you have to start over and build things correctly.

The pattern is very evident in the story of the temple. Jesus showed up in around 30 A.D., and he predicted the temple’s destruction. The temple was a disgrace. The hereditary priesthood was gone, and the temple was run by greedy political toadies who were appointed by the Romans. The reforms of Nehemiah had been undone. People were using the temple grounds as a strip mall. They had businesses set up there.

Jesus said this: “Do you not see all these things? Assuredly, I say to you, not one stone shall be left here upon another, that shall not be thrown down.” He said that, but when Titus razed the temple, he left many stones in place. Why? Because Jesus wasn’t referring to the foundation. He was referring to the junk man had piled on top of it.

In the Bible, teeth symbolize weapons and tools. The psalms ask for God to break the teeth or jaws of the wicked. That means the righteous have teeth, too; there is always symmetry in the supernatural. The temple itself was something like a tooth. It was built up to tear God’s enemies.

What God did to the temple is a lot like what happened to my tooth. The weak upper parts were wiped out, but the foundation remained. My tooth wasn’t destroyed, but it will have to be rebuilt properly. Oddly, the thing that will fix it is called a “crown,” which is the name for one of the rewards of the righteous. The crown my dentist will make will be made from a material usually seen in jewels, which is even weirder.

I believe I took something real and unwittingly added some embellishments of my own, and now God is showing me that the embellishments were in his way. I think the dental issue is just part of the lesson.

I have a friend named Leah, and she used to visit the church I left last year. Sometimes she shared a word with them. On one occasion, she told them not to manufacture anything. The presence of God was in the place, and he was doing things in people. It was sufficient to acknowledge it and wait for more; it wasn’t necessary to dance and scream and pretend things were happening when they weren’t. I think I’m receiving that same lesson this week.

There are some things about dealing with the Holy Spirit which you can’t explain to other people; they have to be experienced. You can’t tell people what something tastes like and expect them to taste it. That’s the best analogy I have. I experienced things while I was talking to God, and some of them were unquestionably real, but there were other things that happened, which were apparently the result of emotion. I was trying to be honest. I was trying not to be deceived by my own desires. But I think I was fooled.

Now when I pray, I don’t accept the things which appear to have been proven false. I don’t give in. I think that’s what I was supposed to learn.

Look at it like this. Imagine Moses and the burning bush. What if he had thrown kerosene on the bush to make it burn brighter? It wouldn’t have pleased God. The bush was sufficient, and to let man augment it would have taken glory from God. Think of the story of strange fire. Think of the story of Saul sacrificing when the priests were late. You can get in a lot of trouble trying to do God’s work for him.

Yesterday was a rough day. I felt disconnected from God. Fortunately for me, that always drives me to pray more. I got back in the saddle, and I continued to say that God was always right. I looked back at my experiences and asked God what was real and what was not. Things are now improving. I feel like God ground down the things that were offending him, and now we can have a fresh start.

I suppose this is hard to relate to. If you haven’t been where I have (yet), you won’t be able to understand. Every Christian has to go through the same basic process, though, so presumably what I write will be useful to someone at some point in time.

The vast majority of the things I think I heard from God are still sound. That’s a relief.

Keep praying in tongues. Keep asking for correction. Ask God to help you prepare for the Rapture. The earth will be like hell during the Tribulation. Every second spent here will be a horror. We shouldn’t take it lightly just because we will still have the ability to repent.

I might as well throw this out: a few weeks back, I was in prayer, and my eyes were closed, and I saw “Nov. 28” in front of me. I literally saw it. I don’t mean I saw it in my imagination. When your eyes are closed, you still see things. You may see lights and patterns. I saw a little white patch appear, with “Nov. 28” on it in black lettering. Then it disappeared. It was a little bit like the answers that pop in in a Magic 8-Ball. They roll up out of the darkness.

I’m not saying it means anything. I don’t know why it happened. I figured I might as well reveal it, because if something does happen, no one will believe me if I don’t mention anything until November 29. If nothing happens, well, I was honest.

Black Friday, Indeed

Friday, November 25th, 2016

Tactical Retreat

Here’s a blog post I didn’t expect to be writing today.

I had a crisis of faith this week, and it’s still unfolding. I could do what preachers train us to do; I could pretend it didn’t happen, and I could keep grinning and staring straight ahead while using one foot to kick the fallout under the rug. I refuse to do those things. I’m going to tell the truth.

A few weeks back, I thought God told me he was bringing me a wife. I thought that was good news. Sex is not that big a deal, and having another responsibility is not exciting, but companionship (from the right person) is very helpful. Every Christian needs someone loyal to observe and assist. We all stumble. We all make mistakes. No Christian is on guard every minute of his life. It’s good to have someone close to you who can fill in the gaps and provide a second pair of eyes.

I thought God was telling me I would have Thanksgiving dinner with my wife. I had no other reason to think a woman was on the way. I didn’t have my eye on anyone. I saw no opportunities. I was making no effort whatsoever. All I had was this strange feeling that seemed to be from God.

When I prayed, I felt what I thought was faith, telling me, “Yes, this is really going to happen.” I got that over and over. I decided to go with it. I didn’t go on a diet or work out. I didn’t shop for a ring. But I decided not to reject it, and I also decided not to tell anyone or do anything at all to bring it about. If it was going to happen, it was going to have to be God’s project, not mine. I don’t want to talk about the specimens I’ve dredged up on my own. I didn’t want another one of those.

I asked God to send confirmation, and that never happened. The only confirmation I got was the faith I felt when I was in prayer.

I didn’t beg; I’m too old to be desperate or to get giddy over something like this.

During this time, I was awaiting the results of the presidential election. When I prayed about Trump and Hillary, I kept feeling faith that Trump would win. I’ve written about it. It seemed highly unlikely, but the faith kept coming. I got up on November 9 and saw the election results, and I believed it was confirmation that my faith was of God. It gave me strength to keep relying on it.

Yesterday I had Thanksgiving dinner with my dad. And no one else.

There is no way to rehabilitate the “prophetic” feeling I had. Christians have a long history of revising predictions after the fact. Some nut will say, “Jesus is coming back on Groundhog Day,” and then Groundhog Day will pass, and he’ll say, “Oops, I meant Valentine’s Day.” Then Valentine’s Day passes, and another revision issues. I am not getting onto that treadmill of denial. I’m telling you what happened.

I had a big boost on November 9, and I took a major hit on November 25. Now I have to reconcile them.

What’s happening here is like breaking a tooth, which, perhaps coincidentally, I did last Sunday. When a tooth breaks, you don’t put Mighty Putty on it and pretend it’s fine. It will fail you again, in a way that will bring you a lot more suffering. You have to have all the bad parts ground away, until you have a foundation which is completely reliable. Then you build it back up again with stronger material. I have to find the foundation. What’s true? What isn’t?

Certain things are unquestionably true. I had two visits from Jesus. I saw a demon very clearly. I saw another demon less clearly while receiving a miraculous healing. I’ve had other miraculous healings. I’ve had one vision (visions happen while you’re awake) that I can recall. I pray in tongues, and it brings me faith, understanding, inner change, and peace. I have had demons cast out of me. I have had countless prayers answered. I have learned a great deal about God, straight from the Holy Spirit.

That’s the foundation, on the good side. There is also an evil side.

“The world,” as we Christians call it, is disgusting and unacceptable. It is ruled by evil. I can’t go back to it. It will never accept me. It will never do anything but try to destroy me. Even if it accepted me, it would lead to my permanent destruction.

No one is more pitiable than someone who served God and then quit. When you serve God, you provoke the daylights out of a whole bunch of very powerful spirits. The spirits do not forget. When you stop serving God, you strip your armor off, drop all your weapons, jab nails in your eyes and ears, and walk naked into a torture chamber where you will be destroyed by your gloating enemies.

That’s not for me. I may be bad, but I’m not that stupid.

I have God’s help, whatever form it may take. I have nowhere else to turn. There are no other options; none. Turning away is not even on the table. Outside of God’s path, I can expect absolutely nothing except pain, defeat, and humiliation.

During my years of prayer in tongues, I started feeling a sensation when faith moved in me. It was a physical sensation in my head. I came to associate it with God. I thought it was from him. I didn’t always like it; it was distracting, and it made prayer a little laborious. Still, I thought it was the real thing. It’s what I felt when I prayed about Trump and asked God about the Thanksgiving presentiment. Now it looks like I have to get help distinguishing it from real faith.

No human being can help me with that.

As of now, I’m not indulging that sensation. I don’t give in to it and let it happen. I still feel things inside me when I pray, but the physical part is suppressed. I’m going to see how that plays out. I’m concerned, because I had gotten used to relying on what I felt, and now that’s gone. I’m not sure what to stand on. When I find out, I’ll let you know.

Sorry I don’t have more encouraging news, but I do have the truth, and that’s something. Hanging onto deception would be disastrous. The truth is a doorway to help and relief. Always.

Hope I have some positive things to say in the coming days.

Don’t Buy Dirty Water

Saturday, November 19th, 2016

Drink from Your Well

This week I’ve been thinking a lot about the importance of hearing from God personally instead of worshiping other human beings.

We do worship other human beings. We may not get on our knees and call them God, but we give them respect and praise only God deserves. We trust them in ways in which we should only trust God. We give them a degree of obedience and service no man should receive.

One of the main reasons God was willing to come to earth and allow human beings to torture him to death was to give us the ability to connect with him directly, without the need for priests and so on. We obsess on salvation and, if we’re charismatics, wealth, but almost all Christians ignore the changes the Holy Spirit wants to make in us right here on earth.

We don’t like God’s plan. We don’t want to hear from a spirit. We always want a god we can see. It’s human nature. Human beings chose Saul, a venal and unsuccessful king, over the word of God that came to prophets and priests. We have a long history of worshiping rocks, statues, trees, the dirt, deformed children, animals…anything we can see or touch.

What happens when someone hears from God and opens his mouth? If he’s lucky, most people will reject him. If he’s very unlucky, people will exalt him and try to turn him into a god. They did this to Paul and Barnabas, calling them Mercury and Jupiter. Here, we do it by telling the Pope, “You can’t go around dressed like everyone else. Let me make you a crazy hat that makes you look seven feet tall. Let us give you bizarre robes that make you look like a comic book character. We’re going to build a mansion for you so you don’t have to be contaminated by contact with people who aren’t worthy. We’re going to give you armed guards and middlemen to protect your privacy.” We do it to televangelists by driving hundreds of miles to hear their nonsense, and by giving them our retirement money. Somehow we confuse white trash with the Lord.

Preachers love this system. If you can charm people with your words, you will never have to do anything productive as long as you live. You’ll die rich no matter how bad your advice is. You’ll have an endless stream of income, because whenever you go bust, people will blame the devil. They’ll keep giving. People will think you’re so valuable, nothing you do justifies cutting you off.

Exalted preachers don’t teach us how to do God’s will, because they have no idea what it is, and because it would interfere with their supply of free money. What they do is a business, not a calling. They’re not anointed.

Preachers are supposed to show us how to be taught by God, directly. Then they’re supposed to step out of the way and give God the primary role in your development. If you’re still sitting under a preacher after five years, listening to his every word without questioning it, you’re a failure. A year or two into it, you should be hearing from God on your own, and if the preacher screws up, you should know, because the Holy Spirit will tell you.

Preachers do screw up. None of them are reliable. When they screw up, it hurts people’s faith. People feel as if God has failed, because they conflate God and preachers.

When you develop a real prayer life, you will hear from God all day. Listening to preachers will become tiresome, because most of the time, they’ll be telling you something you already know or something you know is wrong. You end up trying to sift through the confusion, and it takes time away from you so you can’t dwell on the pure information you get from the original source.

Here’s an illustration God gave me. Imagine there is only one well. Somebody somewhere gets a bucket to bring you water from the well. He carries it a hundred feet, and then he pours the water into someone else’s bucket, and that person carries it a while.

By the time it gets to you, it has been in a hundred buckets, and every bucket had some dirt in it. You get filthy water with all sorts of adulterants in it. That’s what life is like when you depend on preachers. One hears from God, another copies him, another copies that one, and every preacher in the chain of custody adds more dirt to the message.

Eventually you end up worshiping saints or telling people they’re not allowed to eat shellfish.

The crucifixion gave you access to the well. Forget the guys with the buckets.

Preachers have no shame about copying nonsense and passing it on. I remember Richie Wilkerson at Trinity Church, talking about the ordeal of coming up with sermons. He said preachers use “microwave sermons.” You call your prosperity-gospel buddy and ask him what worked well on the marks in his church, and he emails you a Word file.

Microsoft Word, not THE word.

He thought this was a perfectly okay way to do his job, but the truth is that if you don’t have a word that came to you personally, you don’t know God. There is a kink in the hose. You need to shut up until you get it fixed.

Today God gave me a sentence. He said, “We make things up.” He wasn’t referring to himself. He was referring to human beings. We make things up. Augustine made things up (and plagiarized from people who made things up). The Pharisees made things up, and they still do. T.D. Jakes makes things up. Joel Osteen makes things up. Why are you listening to people who make things up? It breeds dissension. One person believes one liar, and another believes another liar. Then they fight. The Holy Spirit always tells people the exact same thing, so they always, always, always agree when they’re aligned with him.

It makes me nervous when someone gives me an unctuous compliment about how holy I am or how wise I am. Respectfully, who are they kidding? Where were they when I was getting a lap dance? Where were they when I was cruel to animals or when I used cocaine? I’ve said things that make Trump’s Billy Bush video sound like a Sunday school lesson. People need to watch what they say and avoid going overboard. It’s not encouragement. It’s enablement. It will kill my growth.

If I let anyone exalt me, sooner or later I will be exposed for what I really am. No thanks! I’m not having that. Better not to get up on the high horse to begin with. I am not a good person. I’m just a bad man who repeats good things someone else tells him.

John met an angel. This was an immortal being who saw God’s face every day and heard his audible voice. It wasn’t a blogger who managed to absorb some correction after a lifetime of stupidity. Look what John wrote:

And I fell at his feet to worship him. But he said to me, “See that you do not do that! I am your fellow servant, and of your brethren who have the testimony of Jesus. Worship God! For the testimony of Jesus is the spirit of prophecy.”

The angels are afraid of exaltation. They don’t just politely decline. It scares them. They knew another angel who accepted it, and he’s going to burn forever. Human beings are much less impressive than angels. It’s beyond crazy to exalt us as gods.

I used to be afraid God would try to get me to start a church. I’m so glad that never happened. Who wants to stand in front of a bunch of gullible people who depend on you and think you have no flaws? A crazy egotist, maybe. A sociopath. I don’t need that pressure in my life.

Preachers love to convince people they have special anointings, and that no one else around them is fit to teach. That’s a Satanic idea. God wants to spread power, not hoard it. Remember what happened to Moses? Men came and told him people were prophesying outside the camp, and they asked if they should put a stop to it. Can you believe that? Moses said, ““Are you zealous for my sake? Oh, that all the Lord’s people were prophets and that the Lord would put His Spirit upon them!”

When everyone relies on a few people, it makes Satan’s job easier. He just has to corrupt the small number of individuals who teach. It’s an information choke point. Everything has to come through a small number of openings. That’s a cinch. He invariably succeeds in corrupting churches this way. Corrupting the entire church directly would be impossible for him; he doesn’t have the resources. He blocks the Holy Spirit so we don’t hear from him, and then he convinces exalted fools to lie to us.

I’m pretty much done with church. It would be nice to have a church where I could go and sit in the back and give ten dollars a week, just so I could be around Christians, but I have never known anyone who did an acceptable job of running a church, so I do not want to get deeply involved any more. No more deacon jobs. No more armor-bearing. Forget it. I am tired of getting caught in a power struggle between God and random characters who have grown way too big for their britches.

The exalters discourage people. They convince people that only the holy and just are fit to be among Christians. They put a facade in front of the lost. If the lost buy into it, they’re discouraged from joining us. If they see through it…they’re discouraged from joining us.

There is almost no sin or pattern of sin that can make God reject you. If you’re full of filth, you are a prime recruit. You’re just like the rest of us. Do you seriously think the Pope doesn’t sin? Do you think you wouldn’t be floored if you could read the mind of T.D. Jakes or Joyce Meyer at certain times? Come on. Think of the things you’ve thought and felt. We’re all people. Whitewash doesn’t kill the smell.

A certain amount of input from preachers is useful, and we need to interact from other Christians so we have sources of correction when we get disconnected, but I’m not going to stand by the well and wait for someone to bring me water, and I’m not going to wait until Sunday to drink. I’m definitely not going to pay someone 10% of my income or spend fifteen hours a week serving him unless God tells me to. That’s just how it is.

Pray in tongues. Beg God for correction. Stop asking him to enable you by giving you everything you dream of, before you’re fit to receive it. He’s not Santa Claus. He’s your father. A father corrects and trains. You may be looking for a sugar daddy.

I know this will be useful to you if you put it to work. Work on getting to know God; don’t give your life to an organization. Listen to preachers as long as you have to, and then get yourself weaned so you don’t become a stillbirth. Like Charlie Parker said, “Learn the changes. Then forget them.”

I know it will work. It wasn’t my plan.

Water Wings Don’t Work in Heaven

Wednesday, November 16th, 2016

Get Ready to be Weighed

I got some useful revelation last night, so here I am.

I left the church I was attending because it was run by rockheads who could not get past their pride. I got off social media because God did not want me to spend any more time trying to reason with arrogant people who would not listen. Eventually, I came to call what happened to me “the Little Rapture,” because it was like being lifted up out of a crowd of unbelievers. I was tired of scuffling and being insulted, and God took me out of it. I missed people I knew online, but the peace was worth the loss.

Three weeks ago I had a dream about the Rapture. I was sitting in my grandparents’ living room with my mother, and we began to rise. It was as if the room had instantly filled with invisible water, and everything that was buoyant ascended. We went right through the ceiling. Human strongholds mean nothing to God.

Last night, God showed me that people who are going to be raptured externally–in the worldwide event known as the Rapture–will have to be raptured internally first.

God isn’t going to come to the strip club or the casino (or the prosperity church) on that day to try to clean you up so you can go. Either you’ll have your boots on or you won’t. It will be too late to start preparing. No boarding pass, no Rapture.

Your internal condition will determine whether you sink or float. A bag of rocks will sink in water. Put ping pong balls in the same bag, and it will float. If you’re walking in willful sin, listening the the world instead of God, you’re a bag of rocks. You will be weighed down. If God finds you serving him, you will be a bag full of ping pong balls. Nothing will be able to hold you here when the water comes.

TV preachers don’t care if you make it. You’re just another sheep to butcher and eat. When all your blood has been drunk and your flesh has been eaten, they’ll find another sheep to kill. That’s how they work. They’re not teaching you how to survive the end of the world. They’re not going to survive it, themselves. A lot of them will miss the Rapture and then go to hell. If you can’t make yourself turn to God now, when things are relatively calm, think how hard it will be when the whole world belongs to Satan and you are constantly pressed to deny Christ. Most TV preachers won’t succeed. They don’t have it in them. They have no practice.

God pulled me out of a couple of failed churches because it was time to go. They had their chance to listen to me. Maybe he gave up on them. Maybe he just felt like rotating someone else in, to take the abuse and argument. In any case, it was God who removed me.

God removed me from social media. It has been wonderful.

Now I feel like God is telling me to get rid of cable TV. I rarely watch it. When I do, I am bombarded with temptation and peer pressure. Even the news is irksome. People are fighting about things that don’t matter. Conservatives and liberals keep misstating the causes of our problems, and they come up with useless secular solutions. It’s a bore. Tedious.

Jesus said the disciples were to leave cities that wouldn’t receive them and shake the dust off of their feet as a testimony. Dust is flesh. When God raptures you internally, he loosens the flesh’s hold on you. He is shaking the dust off his feet.

I suspect that many Christians know they won’t be raptured, but they think it’s okay, because they can repent afterward. Judging from the Bible, they’re wrong. They will suffer so much, they will do nothing but cry and wish they had listened. The Tribulation is not a joke. It’s not a tourist destination. It will be full of violence, rape, disease, natural catastrophes, and war. You won’t be able to sit back and watch it on TV, like the wars in Iraq. It will be in your living room every day, if you still have a living room. It will be in your body.

The Bible says, “The Lord has set him that is godly apart for himself.” How many charismatics are truly set apart? Think of the young preachers who crave approval and dream of convincing the world preachers are cool. Do you think they’re set apart? Of course they aren’t. They’re following the world, rolling on their backs and showing Satan their bellies in hopes he’ll rub them. That’s what the Wilkerson family has been doing ever since I met them. No wonder they kiss up to Kanye West and Kim Kardashian. They know God won’t promote them, so they’re trying to get help from Satan’s nobility.

God isn’t cool. He never will be. God isn’t insecure. He doesn’t need your approval.

We can see pictures of the Rapture in the Bible. Noah was lifted on the ark. Peter was lifted on the Sea of Galilee. The waters parted for Moses and Joshua. The Jordan parted for Elijah and Elisha. Enoch, Elijah, and Jesus rose to heaven.

When Peter looked down, he sank. When he focused on Jesus, he floated. Jesus never sank. He wasn’t capable of sinking. There was no evil in him to weigh him down.

If you want a ticket to the Rapture, you need to know that it must happen first inside you. If you attend to that, you’ll have nothing to worry about. If not, no amount of dog-paddling will lift you up.

Wish someone had taught me this when I was six, but no one knew it, because the human race had abandoned the Holy Spirit.

I know it now, and so do you. I hope we both make use of it.

My Dream of Trump’s Empty Skyscraper

Tuesday, November 15th, 2016

Psalm 127:1

I had a dream about Donald Trump last night. I asked God what it meant.

I was behaving like an investigative reporter. This is not something I would want to do for a living, but in retrospect, I think the pastors of my last two churches probably see me as a muckraker. I exposed a lot of nonsense in their churches.

I was beside a big highway, and Trump had a property next to it. Trump’s land was about 40 feet lower than the highway. His land had a perimeter road going around it.

Trump was there, and he had his youngest son with him. He was looking over the property. His son was there because he was raising him to know about business and responsibility. He cared about him and didn’t want him to flounder when he grew up.

Somehow I made it down to the property. At that point, Trump was up at the highway level. He was looking down. He knew I was poking around, and he wanted me off. He couldn’t see me.

I drove around the perimeter road. It wasn’t a great road. It was a dirt road covered with fine limestone gravel. It was wet and full of potholes. Surprising, from a man who loves opulence.

I ran into a man who lived on the property. Maybe he had bought a condo from Trump. He was affluent. He was mad because Trump’s dog, Bonehead, was running loose, barking at people. Bonehead was a big orange dog, like a cross between a golden retriever and an Irish setter. Like Trump, Bonehead was a redhead.

Bonehead was not a mean dog, but he was annoying. When the man complained about him, Trump paid no attention.

I dodged Trump by going into hallways and doorways. I went into a big skyscraper he had built on the property. The lobby was surprising. It wasn’t finished. It was just concrete and the beginnings of walls. There was torn plastic sheeting on the concrete floor. There was construction debris. There were no lights. There were no interior doors. The place smelled like fresh concrete.

Here’s what I took away from it.

Trump represented himself, his underlings, and his supporters. The building represented his administration. It’s not built yet, because we’re still in construction.

Right now, Trump is choosing subordinates. He’s picking cabinet members. If God doesn’t guide him, he will pick fools and God-haters. That will be bad for Christians and Israel.

Many of Trump’s supporters don’t hear from God. Even those who call themselves evangelicals generally don’t have the baptism with the Holy Spirit, and they try to do things in their own strength, by carnal means such as voting and blogging.

There is a big difference between “evangelical” and “charismatic,” and most charismatics don’t pray in tongues, even though they can. It’s not a good situation. No wonder the power in Trump’s building was off.

I hope you will join me in praying for a solid administration led by God, and for American Christians to be humbled and drawn closer to God while there is still time. That’s about it.

Right now, most of us are just running around barking.

Guess What Goes Before a Fall?

Monday, November 14th, 2016

It Starts with “P”

Yesterday, I realized something about the conservative gloating we are seeing, and I think it was a revelation from God. Many of the gloaters will be sorry they posted their memes and abusive comments, because eventually, the children of darkness are going to control everything. When they do, they will use smug Youtube videos, Facebook posts, and tweets as evidence at our trials.

At some point in the future, they’re going to have the power to round us up and kill us. They’ll be able to come into our homes and do as they please, and it won’t be pretty, because they love cruelty. People will be beaten, shot, cut, and tortured. Christian women and girls will be raped. Now that I think about it, that goes for men and boys, too. They’ll be looking for individuals who made fun of the snowflakes when Hillary lost.

It sounds like hysteria, I know. We’ve heard similar things from the left, and their squawking was unfounded. For all our faults, Christians and conservatives aren’t inclined to riot or pull people out of cars so we can stomp them. Leftists do that kind of thing every day, but we behave somewhat better. The fear leftists claim to feel is baseless, but when conservatives say they expect to suffer, we’re on solid ground. Unfortunately.

For the past week, liberals have been vandalizing property, rioting, and beating people up all across the US. After six days, they’re still “protesting.” We’ve seen many death threats on Twitter, from people who can reasonably expect to be identified. They’re so confident in the righteousness of their cause, they’re not afraid of being caught. There’s a well-known video of a Hispanic lady marching in a protest, saying people on both sides are going to have to die.

She’s not kidding. It’s not hyperbole. Americans have lived in relative safety for a long time, and we have gotten so used to it, we can’t believe Nazi-style oppression can exist here. The Germans and Austrians were much more civilized than we are when they started sliding into insanity. If it could happen to them, it can happen to us.

It already happened to us once. Remember slavery? A big percentage of Americans thought buying and selling people was okay. If you had to execute or castrate an unruly slave, well, that was your business. They had to be kept in line, right? We’ve already experienced a long period in which we adopted cruelty as a way of life. There is no reason why we can’t do it again. Leftists who seem funny when they threaten us now will show up on our doorsteps with government-supplied weapons, and then they won’t seem funny at all.

We’ve already lost the war. We keep forgetting that. Trump gives us a little time to get it together, but we’re preparing for retreat, not a new advance. It may not be strictly true that Hillary won the popular vote, because there was a great deal of fraud, and many absentee votes will never be counted, but at worst, she came very close. Our numbers are not that great, and our enemies have renewed determination to beat us the next time around.

Trump isn’t even a real conservative. We elected the less-liberal liberal. Some victory.

We need to try to be a little less obnoxious. The Bible says we are “more than conquerors,” and I take that to mean that unlike conquerors, we hope to make brothers and sisters of the people we defeat. Cruel memes will not help. I say that as a person who used to delight in posting them.

The children of darkness are going to try to exterminate us no matter what, but we don’t have to go out of our way to provoke them and make them feel justified.

It’s astonishing how cruel they are. Today I saw a video of a little boy crying, because his Hillary-supporting single mom told him he had to leave. He had voted for Trump in a mock election. He’s probably seven years old. She packed his suitcase and put it by the front door. She made him leave her home (her mother’s home) and stand on the sidewalk with his belongings. He was screaming for mercy, and she kept cursing at him.

She was proud of what she did. She made the video herself, and she uploaded it to Facebook.

I know how that kid feels. I was raised in an abusive environment. When you’re a kid, your parents are your whole world. That boy really believed he was going to have to live on the streets.

A woman who would throw her little boy out is lower than an animal. Animals love their young.

She sounds like the perfect Hillary supporter. The news stories say she has two kids, two fathers, and no husband. They say she has an online handle that basically describes her sexual apparatus. She allegedly calls herself “So’Juicii.” What a nickname for a mother of two. How proud her sons will be when they’re old enough to understand it.

That boy is messed up already. This event will stick with him forever. It will color his opinion of women and families. God only knows what other atrocities he has experienced. Suddenly I understand why so many people want to adopt kids. The last thing I want is someone else’s kid to raise, but I don’t think I could do any worse than she has.

She’s not exceptional. That’s the point that has to be remembered. Her son isn’t the only victim. He’s part of a worldwide wave.

I’ll post the video. Don’t watch it unless you have a strong constitution.

The gloating will be worst among conservatives who aren’t religious. The fiscally conservative/socially liberal “big tent” people don’t have any understanding. They think the struggle for America is a secular fight, and that the way to win is to promote our superior ideas while giving up on God. That’s insane. No one cares what’s right or wrong. Argument won’t help. Human beings are irrational. It’s all about the supernatural realm. That’s where the conflict has its roots.

Incidentally, this spectacle has been weird for me on a personal level. I lived across the hall from George Stephanopoulos at Columbia. We were both in Obama’s class. Reince Priebus was in my law school class. I’m starting to feel like everyone I know is eligible to become a news story.

Not that I knew Obama. He was a complete nothing in college. No one remembers him.

My advice is to knock off the gloating and be grateful and humble. It’s bad to have the leftists mad at you. If you gloat, God will be against you, too.

A Thousand and One Italian Nights

Thursday, November 10th, 2016

Tapping Out

I feel like I should write about my Literature Humanities project. I am still working my way through the syllabus for Columbia University’s Literature Humanities syllabus, and I am somewhere in The Decameron by Giovanni Boccaccio.

This book is entertaining, and I’ve enjoyed it, but I’m thinking it’s time to move on. I’m a third of the way through it, and I feel like I’m not getting much out of it now.

The book is about a group of young Italians who flee the plague. They decide to tour their country homes as a group and entertain each other telling stories. The stories make up the bulk of the book. As far as I know. I haven’t finished it.

At the beginning, I found the descriptions of plague-era Florence interesting, and the stories themselves weren’t bad. Now that I’m a couple of hundred pages in, it’s dragging. The stories all seem the same. Venal medieval nobles have problems, and they solve them in venal ways. A man’s title and wealth are taken, he and his family endure various ordeals, and then Boccaccio ties everything up with a nice resolution. Things like that happen over and over. It’s starting to be like watching Scooby-Doo. The variety of the plots is way thin.

The book is just too long for the concept.

Boccaccio lived in an age when people were short on entertainment, so I can see why he would want to prolong his book. I don’t live in that age, so I’m not desperate enough to keep clinging to this mammoth anthology.

The syllabus doesn’t call for students to read the entire book, but when I started reading and enjoying it, I felt I should finish it. I didn’t want to have to spend the rest of my life telling people I had read part of The Decameron. Now I regret that decision.

I may get back to the syllabus and stick to the assigned portions of the book. Life is too short to read six hundred pages of very similar stories about the problems of medieval Europeans.

Boccaccio has failed where Matt Groening succeeded. The Simpsons is the longest-running sitcom on TV, and it’s still fresh enough to enjoy. Boccaccio got boring after two hundred pages.

Boccaccio’s characters provide a disappointing picture of medieval Catholics. They are completely lacking in grace and spirituality. They have sex whenever they get the chance. They equate money with happiness. They kill and steal without remorse or self-examination.

One story features a man whose reliance on a saint is vindicated when the saint gets God to provide a wealthy prostitute to take care of him (in every way) and become his wife. Seriously? We’re supposed to believe God rewards people with fornication? Boccaccio apparently believed it.

Boccaccio reminds me that people don’t change that much. We are much more openly rebellious to God than we were back then, but his characters, like us, sin without hesitation. It doesn’t faze them. Like us, they don’t take God seriously.

The Revelation says that when the Tribulation gets into gear, people will refuse to repent. They’ll see death and supernatural phenomena all around them, but they’ll continue sinning. Boccaccio shows us that this shouldn’t surprise us. The people of his time watched something like half of the population of Europe die, and many used it as an excuse to sin with abandon. That’s crazy. You would think people would want to hold onto salvation when they knew death could come at any time. They don’t react that way.

Human behavior has never made sense.

When I get done with this, I move on to Montaigne, who supposedly invented the essay (French essai, meaning “attempt”). I’m not sure that’s true, since people have been writing short bits of nonfiction since the dawn of literacy, but it’s on his resume.

I can’t recommend the full book to anyone, but I can see why every educated person should have a basic familiarity with it. That’s the heartiest recommendation I can summon at this time.


Thursday, November 10th, 2016

The Election is Manure That Fertilizes my Future

Donald Trump’s victory is like a time-release pill that releases different ingredients at different times. Yesterday I was overcome by relief. Today I’m getting other benefits.

To recap, I spent months praying for Trump (after he was nominated) and cursing Hillary’s campaign. I kept feeling faith rising up in me, telling me God was going to defeat Hillary. The polls looked bad, the pundits crowed incessantly over Hillary’s impending victory and the subjugation of the Bible-thumpers and hayseeds. My trust in God waivered, and I wondered if what I had perceived as faith was actually my imagination or a deceiving spirit.

I was very concerned, because I knew that if Trump lost, I would have to give up a body of beliefs I had built up over a number of years. My beliefs were the foundation of my life, and I could not go back to secular living. I didn’t know where I would turn.

Trump won, and it turned out that what I had perceived as the faith of the Holy Spirit was, in fact, the faith of the Holy Spirit.

Yesterday, the main thing on my mind was the knowledge that I wasn’t wrong. I was not going to have to give up a huge portion of the beliefs I relied on every day to survive. If you haven’t lived by faith, you can’t imagine what that’s like. The ground beneath my feet threatened to betray me. I would have been lost.

I was very focused on relief from negative consequences, so I didn’t think that much about the positive. It wasn’t until later in the day that I began thinking intently about the positive.

Here is the positive: I’m all set. My success is locked in. Once again, even though he should never be required to defend himself, God has proven himself faithful. The beliefs and knowledge he has given me are sound. I can rest my weight on my revelation, not just for today and not just for the rest of my life, but for all eternity.

How about that?

I feel like I graduated to a new level yesterday, and it couldn’t come too soon. I am increasingly disgusted with this life. I enjoy it, but I understand how filthy it is, and I want to get away from it when my job is done. I’m tired of living in a fragile meat sack full of nerves with the potential to bring me pain. I’m tired of injuries and disease. I’m tired of vulnerability. I want to be away from filthy people and spirits who will never, ever, listen or repent. I want to be away from beings who hate me because of who I am.

Christianity is supernatural. It’s not a contest to see who can be the best good boy. It’s not a contest to see who can do the best job of obeying rules. It’s not a test of willpower and discipline, contrary to what people in the “dead” or non-charismatic churches teach. We are supposed to do most of our work by supernatural means, such as prayer, cursing, and blessing. God is teaching me to fight supernaturally. That’s why I’m winning, and that’s why I’m going to keep winning forever.

Christians hate to hear this stuff. They sneer and call it “word of faith,” as if a word of faith is a bad thing. They’ve been offended by greedy TV preachers who talk about blessings (which don’t come) while denying accountability. Supernatural Christianity is not popular among proud Christians who want to impress God with their dedication and obedience, but it was a big hit with the apostles.

Here’s Paul, the well-known TV prosperity preacher:

For we do not wrestle against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this age, against spiritual hosts of wickedness in the heavenly places. Therefore take up the whole armor of God, that you may be able to withstand in the evil day, and having done all, to stand.

Notice, it says the armor of God, not the armor of Steve. Also, “armor” doesn’t just mean protection. It means offensive weapons. It includes a sword, which is not what most of us think of when we think of armor.

Hard work is not the armor of God. It’s the armor of Adam. It’s a curse.

Adam lost the armor of God. He had to do his best without God’s help. It doesn’t work. I am not going to live like that. My enemies and my problems are much bigger than I am. To God, they are barely big enough to be called microscopic.

According to Paul, our main focus should be fighting supernaturally, and we should be directing our efforts primarily at the evil spirits that surround us. Human beings are just puppets. We attack the puppets, and the hand reaches for new ones. That doesn’t work.

I’m doing what Paul told us to do. It’s working. It’s not going to stop working. The only person who can defeat me is me. As long as I don’t turn away, I’m going to win. This is how life is supposed to work.

It doesn’t mean I’m going to live like a pimp (like a TV preacher), surrounded by opulence and bathed in admiration. It just means I’ll win. I’ll be okay. God will fix my problems, just as he improves and remodels my mind and heart.

Incidentally, my teeth are set on edge as I watch the pundits today. I rarely watch the news, but today I’m making an exception. Trump is about to stomp into the White House and tread down the snowflakes. People who think they’re experts are making up various wrong explanations for Trump’s victory. They can’t see the obvious. It was supernatural.

I asked God to give Trump the White House, but I asked him to take the glory for himself. People are glorifying Trump. They’re also crediting conservatives and Christians. Some Christians are out of control; they have a “We’re number one” attitude which is offensive. I’m hoping God will make it obvious that Trump was elected as a reprieve, not a reward. We don’t deserve the help. We deserve Obama (or worse). We deserve Hillary. We didn’t do things right. God is not giving us Trump to show the unbelieving world how great we are. He is just limiting America’s evil for the sake of the few that serve him.

For a long time, I’ve been asking God to destroy the big false ministries. The earth doesn’t have time to wait for the liars and thieves to come around. I ask him to defeat people like the Pope, T.D. Jakes, Joyce Meyer, and Joel Osteen. I believe God is against the TV churches.

TV takes glory away from God. He doesn’t need it. He never did. He converted the known world to Christianity using people who traveled on foot and spoke without microphones. Christians hate hearing that. They love talking about what God “needs.” He “needs” our ridiculous, cave man technology. We need to “help” him. That’s not how it works.

I believe God has shown me that the successful church that receives the Rapture will be a grassroots church. It won’t be bloated, disgusting white trash TV pimps selling the gospel via satellite. The gospel will spread like the flu, from person to person.

That’s how Trump won. God didn’t go through the pundits and TV cameras. He went to individuals all over the US. That’s why the pundits got it wrong. Like the TV preachers, they were not part of the process. They were out of the loop.

God can promote Trump. He can certainly promote himself.

The election proves God doesn’t need conventional tools.

Look who voted for Satan’s candidate: people in cities. Why is that? It’s because Satan needs cities. Satan has limited capabilities. He only has so many spirits to work with. In order to be efficient, he needs to concentrate people, either physically or electronically. In cities, he does well. He can contact a lot of people at once; they’re all in one place. Out in the rural areas, his power is spread out. He doesn’t do as well.

Satan loves cities, and he loves electronic mass communication. He is small and weak, so he needs crutches and prosthetics. God is not like that. He doesn’t need cameras. He doesn’t need Creflo Dollar. He has unlimited resources, so he can contact people wherever they are, even when there is no electricity.

We have a grassroots president. We also have a grassroots God. We just don’t realize it.

It will be nice to see the fat, poisonous ministries discredited. They work for the devil. They keep us sick and weak. They bleed us financially and cause God to curse our ability to get wealth. I look forward to seeing them go.

Today is a good day for me. It’s very good. I never thought something this good could come from an election.

Keep going to the horse’s mouth. Stop looking for teachers on TV. God will teach you directly, just as John said.

I guess now I’ll brace myself and wait for Trump to start doing crazy things. He is not my God. Don’t come back to me and tell me I was wrong to put my trust in him, because I never did that.

Remember When we Used to Say “Riot”?

Wednesday, November 9th, 2016

Trump “Protesters” Already Scaring People Off Streets

I feel like writing a little more about the election.

I am not really a political person now. I’m a Christian who sees politicians as problems, and I am against those who do God’s kingdom the most harm. That makes me a conservative. God is a conservative, and the closer I get to him, the more my opinions conform to his truth.

If you want proof God is conservative (by modern American standards), look at his positions. He is against sexual sin. He is against abortion. He calls taxes a curse. He calls secular government a curse. He believes in justice, not just forgiveness. He is fanatical about accountability.

That’s not a liberal.

Anyway, I joined a minority-dominated church eight years ago, and at first, I just assumed everyone there was conservative. The general rule with charismatic Christians is that we’re conservative. I didn’t realize my church–Trinity Church of Miami–was run by gutless hypocrites who only cared about money. They didn’t teach people to pray in tongues. The white pastors pretended to admire Barack Obama. They didn’t help people understand that abortion was wrong or that homosexuality would one day be a big threat to Christians.

It was depressing to feel isolated among people who called themselves Christians. They were walking in circles, doing unproductive things and celebrating an unproductive culture, and the church’s pastors didn’t do anything to help them. The pastors kept their snouts buried in the money trough, and as long as they got their slop, they didn’t want to rock the boat.

During this time, I talked to many people about repentance and prayer in tongues. Generally, no one respected me enough to listen. I got through to a few, though, and yesterday I heard from a couple.

One is a young Haitian lady who has a two-year old son and no husband. The other is a young man who is attending the University of Miami on a music scholarship. Both are black. Both are surrounded by friends and relatives who hate Republicans and love the government.

They listened to me about prayer in tongues, and they started doing it. Over time, the inevitable happened. They started to realize the values they saw around them were wrong, and they became politically conservative.

The young lady was upset because she was working long shifts to make money, while people she knew lied to the government in order to get welfare. They had a higher standard of living than she did, and they weren’t working. They had things she didn’t have. They went on cruises while she wiped old people’s rear ends in hospice care to make ends meet. They told her to fill out forms and lie for money, and she wouldn’t do it.

The young man was upset because he saw unsuccessful, unhappy people all around him, doing things that were obviously counterproductive. He wanted black people to do better, but he couldn’t break through the entitlement mentality. The more he prayed in tongues, the more disturbed he became.

Both of my friends voted for Trump. The young man despises Hillary Clinton, and I use the word “despise” in its correct sense: he finds her contemptible. He realizes she will perpetuate failure among black people, and that she is against Christian principles. The young lady wants to be successful and erudite. She doesn’t want to sink to the level of the unsuccessful people she knows. She wants to take accountability for her problems and get past them.

You should hear them now. They’re very hard on the people they know. They’re much harder on them than a typical white Christian conservative. They don’t pull punches.

At the same time, God has shown them that politics isn’t the answer to man’s problems. It’s just something that has to be dealt with.

Does this give me hope for segments of our society that have traditionally lived in defeat? No way. Of course not. People are what they are, and they hate correction. But it does show me that here and there, if you let God use you, you can show one or two people things that will save them.

Heaven is not a restricted community in the racial sense. It’s not limited to white people. Salvation has no regard for race. You don’t have to belong to a race; you have to belong to a family. Anyone can join.

Today I texted the young man, and I said he should let me know if he needed a place to lie low. I was kidding. He has been telling me how isolated he feels. Today he said he was concerned. He was afraid violence would break out.

That’s sad. There are plenty of white racists who support Trump for the wrong reasons, but in spite of that, the Trump crowd is not violent as a whole. The Hillary people, on the other hand, have been beating Trump supporters up all year. Right now they’re rioting, and this is something I’ve been predicting.

I’m wondering how bad it will get.

It’s strange, because many of the people who hate Trump the most are black, and Trump doesn’t engage black people. He’s not threatening to take away entitlements. He doesn’t talk about affirmative action. He got into it with Mexicans, but let’s face it: illegal immigrants from Mexico are a big problem for black people, because they displace them in the workplace. Somehow the press has convinced black people Trump hates them, and he has barely mentioned them.

If Mexicans or Muslims riot, it will make sense to me. Trump has provoked them. Black people are another story.

What about the future? My best guesses are not pleasant. Obama and Bill Clinton sowed seeds of economic disaster, and the Fed and the banks have been holding the flood back by keeping interest rates low, printing fake money, and keeping foreclosed houses off the market. I think the house of cards will collapse under Trump, and we’ll have a cataclysmic recession or depression. Trump will be blamed, and so will white people and Christians. Somehow Jews will be blamed, too. They’re always blamed.

If this happens, it will set us up for a solidification of leftist power, followed by state-sanctioned violence and other types of persecution. It will set the stage for the Rapture.

These are only guesses, but they make sense to me.

Enjoy the next four years and use them to get close to God. Don’t expect a long-term conservative revolution.

Keep watching the news, and remember, “protest” means “riot.”


Wednesday, November 9th, 2016

God is Better Than I am

I don’t know what to say. A few minutes ago, before 8 a.m., I summoned the strength to check the news. It hit me so hard, I lost my composure for a moment.

Yesterday I was very honest about my inner struggle, and I’m going to be honest again. My emotional moment was not caused by concern about America; not primarily. I don’t have high hopes for America, and my concerns were more selfish. I was primarily concerned about my own relationship with God.

For weeks, I have been praying for Hillary to lose (not so much for Trump to win), and I have been speaking defeat to Hillary. I kept feeling faith surge through me, saying Trump was going to take it. It was the same faith I had felt in other battles, before emerging on top. I got miraculous healings with this faith. I got help for friends in trouble with this faith. I got victory over nasty people with this faith. But it was telling me a man who was behind in crucial battleground states was going to win the presidency, and I could not make myself rest in it.

This is a great thing to write about, because it separates God’s glory from my glory. I had the faith–the Holy Spirit spoke to me again and again–but it was hard for me to listen to it, because my mind is not that strong. This will sound strange to someone who doesn’t have supernatural faith, but I was afraid to believe my faith. I failed, but God was strong.

I went to bed before 10 p.m., because I was determined not to get caught up in the nail-biting. No matter what I felt, I kept thanking God for defeating Hillary. I woke up in the middle of the night, and I didn’t want to check the news. I thanked God for defeating Hillary. I spoke defeat to her. I spoke victory to Donald Trump and the Spirit-led people of America.

Even while I was telling God I was worried about my relationship with him, because the polls were telling me the thing I was building my life around–revelation–was an illusion, I continued to thank God for doing what my faith had said he would do.

Where would I be if Hillary had won? America would be about the same. We would be moving to the bottom more quickly, but that’s about it. The ship, which is sinking anyway, would go down faster. Unlike America, I would have been affected profoundly. I would have had to start over with God. I would have had to re-evaluate everything he had taught me since I turned back to him. My world would have had no foundation.

I can’t go back to the secular life. It’s dead to me. Without God, I would have nothing at all.

That’s why I was disturbed yesterday. America was a secondary consideration. I can’t be married to the fate of America. I can’t do that much about it, and I know the end is going to be bad.

When you look at the supernatural, you always have to look at both sides of the coin. If Trump had lost, I would have endured a spiritual crisis. Because he won, I suppose I have a great personal victory. I’ve been thinking so much about defeat, I didn’t think about victory until just now.

The more times your faith is rewarded, the stronger your trust in God will be. That’s my payoff. The next time I’m stuck at the edge of the Red Sea with the Egyptians behind me, I’ll remember Trump. I won’t have to hole up and regroup. I won’t have to conduct a personal audit. I’ll be able to go forward with confidence in the only thing anyone should trust: the goodness of God.

I can’t describe the relief.

I’ve been praying for God to help Christians behave correctly. I’ve asked him to help us not to gloat or spout abuse. I know a lot of people will do that. If the left had won, the filth coming from their mouths would be unbearable right now, and many of us are no better than they are.

The Bible says that if you gloat over your enemy, God may take his hand off of him and take away your victory. We need to keep that in mind.

I’ve been praying for God to help us see this as what it was: a narrow escape we don’t deserve. Christians did more than unbelievers to put Obama and Hillary in power. We turned from God. We didn’t pray. We didn’t submit. We’re the most powerful people on earth. Unbelievers don’t have the ability to change the world the way we do. Their rebellion is bad, but they’re at the mercy of fate. We’re the ones who decide what happens. We decided to give our enemies success. I’ve been praying God will help us, during this short respite, to turn to him and increase his harvest of souls. I’ve been asking him to help us prepare for the Rapture.

I admit, I’m looking around to see what’s happening on the left. I’m checking CNN. The Fox people look like they just won the lottery. They’re all smiles. Over at CNN, everyone seems to be trying to figure out what went “wrong.” How did the American people make such a huge mistake?

I’m wondering what will happen now. I expected people to riot if Trump won. The entitlement-minded people who supported Hillary felt Republicans had no right to speak, vote, or even exist. They were violent and profane. They were unethical, cruel, and ruthless. They’re not going to see a loss as the just result of a reasonably fair election. They’re going to think they were cheated out of their right to take over America. I don’t expect them to handle it with maturity.

This will be a good week to keep an eye on Drudge. He always finds these things. If white people are beaten on the streets or Muslims go on rampages shouting about Allah, he’ll tell us.

The big thing I want for America is a conservative judiciary. Trump may fail in other regards, but he will probably appoint judges, including one or more Supreme Court justices, who see things correctly. The unborn will get more support, and so will Christians and gun owners. The lunacy of the Obama years may be curbed to some extent. That will be nice.

It’s a mistake to expect too much. I always criticize the left for making government their God, but we do the same thing. If we expect Trump to crush our enemies and make life perfect for us, we’re going to be disappointed. He’s better than Hillary, but he’s still Donald Trump.

By the way, we learned a lot about Republican politicians. We should have known it already. Human nature never changes. Many Republican politicians do not care about America; they proved they care only about their own careers. They put their ambitions and the GOP’s power above the welfare of the United States. They refused to back Trump, and some–including Bush I, Bush II, and Jeb Bush–even opposed him. To oppose the Republican nominee is to oppose a conservative judiciary. To be against Trump is to be for an extreme-leftist Supreme Court. George H.W. Bush, George W. Bush, Jeb Bush, and the rest of the backstabbers showed they care less about America than they do about their own success. Disgraceful. It should be remembered.

Because Trump won, we kept TWO branches of government. The Bushes tried to take both away from us.

I see Hillary hasn’t given her speech of even conceded via Twitter. That’s just the kind of pettiness you would expect from the corrupt Clinton regime. We’ve seen it before.

This is a wonderful morning. My faith is intact. My relationship with God is strengthened, not shaken. From here I have nowhere to go but up. Eschatological double entendre possibly intended.

Pandora’s Clown Car

Tuesday, November 8th, 2016

Sign the Papers and Don’t Look too Close

This is an interesting day for me.

Right now, the American public is doing its best to offend God by electing a candidate who loves abortion, homosexuality, the destruction of Israel, and the persecution of Christians. The other choice is an adulterer and blowhard who will probably support Christian causes only because Christians vote for him.

It’s not a great choice. Satan and Satan Lite. For that matter, even the “good” GOP candidates weren’t prizes. Ted Cruz appears to belong to a wacky dominionist cult. Jeb Bush is a RINO who probably doesn’t care about conservative goals. I don’t think any of these people compare to Joshua or Moses. They’re just secular self-promoters; blown-up versions of the annoying, narcissistic kids who ran for class president when you were eight years old.

If we voted with our hearts, Hillary would probably win. We love having the government force other people to give us their money. We love sexual sin. We love abortion. We want the government to be our daddy, because the alternative is God, and God will expect us to change. The Democrats represent the flesh, and we’re all about the flesh. I think it’s fair to call Hillary the people’s candidate.

What are the people? The Beast.

Today we’ll see if God can persuade us to accept the lesser of two evils. If he can, then we’ll get four years of conservative federal judges and a certain amount of protection from government-sponsored persecution. That would be nice.

That’s today, in a nutshell. What makes it interesting to me is that when I pray, I keep feeling that Trump is going to win. I feel faith moving through me. What if it doesn’t happen? Then I may have a major adjustment to make.

The polls don’t look good. The big states that matter are particularly disturbing. Then again, when I look at polls, I’m walking by sight, not faith. Moses had to march to the side of the Red Sea in front of millions of people who trusted him and then wait for it to part. That’s faith. He had more than polls to worry about.

Over the years, I’ve invested a tremendous amount of time in prayer. I have given my life completely to God. I don’t mean I do nothing but serve him, but I gave up worldly ambition, and I quit holding back. I don’t focus on asking him for favors. I ask him to help me give everything to him, without reservation.

I have developed a mindset and a spiritual skill set which I believe to be gifts from God. Supernatural faith is part of that. If the faith doesn’t pay off, what do I do? I can’t go back to the worldly way of life. It’s disgusting. I don’t want it. The world is revolting. I can’t be part of it. It won’t even have me!

It’s very unusual for me to feel this kind of faith about something and then turn out to be wrong. When it happens, it’s a serious blow.

Back when I was at my last church, we had a member who had cancer, and we prayed for him all the time. More than once, I felt huge surges of faith that he would be healed. Then one day I got a text from a friend. The man was dead. The church rolled right past this IED as though it weren’t important, but it bothered me a great deal. When you get a major alert from God, telling you you did something wrong, you don’t just pretend it never happened.

When I talked to God about it, the impression I got was that the man died because of his pride. He was popular; everyone liked him. But he was very proud. You couldn’t tell him anything. He argued with revelation as though it were opinion.

Unconfessed iniquity gives the enemy a foothold. Paul said people died because they took communion without examining themselves. I think my friend died because he believed God approved of him in every way. He wasn’t interested in change. He was primarily after God’s blessings. When I tried to talk to this man or the pastors about the need for repentance and confession, they blew it off. They thought faith was everything. Obedience wasn’t necessary. They left a door open, and I think he died because of it.

Will that explanation fit, if America chooses Hillary? I don’t think so. We are proud and filthy; no doubt about it. But I’m not asking for God to turn us into obedient children. I’m just asking him to sway an election.

America is finished. We have abandoned God, and his protection is disappearing, like sunlight moving away from a country as its planet rotates away from the sun. I have no illusions about a restoration of America. The only question is how quickly the ship will sink. It would be a big help if God delayed it and helped us to get aligned with him before the Rapture; that’s all I want.

Because I know America is washed up, I’m not that bound up in the results of the election per se. Even if Hillary wins, I should be able to get by during my remaining years. They’re not going to drag me out of the house and burn me the day after the inauguration. If Trump wins, we’ll be ruled by a liberal Republican who will almost certainly support homosexuality against us, so things won’t be that great. I’m just concerned about my faith and the mountain of revelation I’ve received since I turned back to God. If that is damaged, it will be a big setback.

Maybe it’s a mistake to yoke myself to America by praying for the nation.

I had a dream last night. I dreamed my dad brought a restored car to my house. It was a 1970 Buick Electra 225 convertible, like the one I had in the 1980’s. It was on a trailer.

I’ve wanted that car back for years. It broke down, and I had to leave it in a barn. Then the barn burned. To me, that car represents all the good things I’ve lost in life. I feel that way about it.

In the dream, some parts of the car looked really good. The restoration work seemed top-notch. Then a couple of brackets on the rear leaf springs bent, and the car sagged. I started seeing paint problems. My Electra was gold, and so was the one in the dream. I started seeing places where blue paint showed through; blue is the color of states that vote for Democrats. I saw big scrapes in the paint which were caused by carelessness in aligning the parts. Then the left fender fell off.

When I woke up, I was very disturbed. I was afraid the car represented my faith and revelation. Maybe God was telling me I had been deceived, and that I was relying on something that couldn’t help me. Recently, I had a dream in which prosperity preachers were depicted as clowns who sold restored cars. The dream I had last night made me wonder: have I bought too much of their product? Even with the help God has given me, am I too close to their beliefs to be blessed?

I prayed for a long time, and now I believe the car represents Donald Trump and his leadership.

Trump loves gold. He puts it on his buildings. He had a yacht with gold plumbing fixtures. Gold means wealth. In the Bible, it also means excellence.

Christians are hoping Trump will be a vehicle which will carry them over the problems we face in America. But the car’s suspension was broken. I wasn’t even sure I could drive it back to the restoration shop to be repaired. If we put too much weight on Trump, he will let us down. He’ll be helpful to us, but he’s not one of us, and he can’t be trusted very much. He’s not the answer to our problems.

The paint shows that he’s not solid. There is a thin coat of excellence on him, but underneath, he’s just a trader. He’s in it for Trump. He will never be a statesman.

I think this is correct, but I won’t say I’m sure. I don’t call myself a prophet. The prophets didn’t make mistakes. I’ve made several in this area.

I think I’ll go look at Youtube and see what Christians are saying this week. Maybe someone reliable has a revelation.

I keep speaking defeat to Hillary and thanking God for preventing her from winning. We’ll see what happens.

I’m trying to be honest about this, and I’m writing about it before the election results come out, because it would be too easy to wait until the dust settles. I’m out here on a limb, hoping nothing snaps.

Witchy Leak

Friday, November 4th, 2016

Assange gets Podesta’s Goat

In Greek mythology, the daughter of the king of Troy was cursed. She was a prophet, and she was always right, but no one believed her. She went through life telling people about their mistakes and the pain they would cause, but they never listened, so she had to stand by and watch while they did the lemming mambo off various cliffs.

Her name was Cassandra. That was her other curse. Sounds like a girl who wins 4-H prizes for being able to lift a heifer without assistance.

I can relate to Cassandra. I am not always right, but I’ve been right a whole bunch of times, and most people haven’t listened to me. People don’t have much respect for me. I suppose that’s fair, because I don’t respect them much, either.

Most prophets are unpopular. Cassandra’s situation was very realistic.

Just about anyone who tells the truth will be unpopular.

Today I read something which confirms something I always say. I tell people the Democratic Party belongs to Satan. No one listens; they say Republicans are evil because they don’t want everyone in the world to come here and get welfare money and the right to vote, without any vetting. They say we’re evil because we support the right to carry arms. It doesn’t faze them that the vast majority of violent criminals, drug dealers, and career thieves are leftists. It doesn’t bother them to see the Democrats restricting the First Amendment rights of preachers or using the courts to close Christian businesses over wedding cakes. Occultists almost invariably support liberal candidates and policies, but no one listens. They’re as blind as bats.

This morning the news says John Podesta’s brother invited him to a Satanic ritual hosted by a wacky performance “artist”. It doesn’t say he attended, but it’s clear from the email that Podesta’s brother has no problem with the event, and it’s also clear that he knows the “artist” well. It appears that Podesta’s brother, who presumably knows him well, has reason to feel that Podesta will not be offended by the invitation.

If you don’t think this says something about the Democrats, try to picture a prominent Republican in the same position. Try to picture Sarah Palin’s sister sending her the same email. It could never happen. Not unless she had a crazy sister who liked provoking her.

The notion of a powerful Democrat attending a Satanic ritual isn’t jarring at all. It’s perfectly consistent with what we know of them. They love abortion. They hate the church. They love drugs. They love arrogance and disrespect. They’re a lot like their dear old dad.

It will be interesting to see if John Podesta attended the revolting ceremony. I assume he’s huddling with spin doctors, trying to figure out whether he should address the leak. Maybe we’ll never know what happened.

When I tell liberal Christians (oxymoron) the Democratic Party belongs to the devil, they start criticizing Republicans. Trump is an adulterer, Mitt Romney is rich…I’m struggling to think of examples of the issues they cite, because there aren’t many solid criticisms. Anyway, they try to suggest Republicans are just as bad. My response? The GOP is not a religious organization, and there are plenty of worldly, godless people in it, but the Democrats belong to the devil and make no bones about it. They openly serve all sorts of evil goals. The comparison is ridiculous. It’s sort of like saying Christians are just as likely as Muslims to commit acts of terrorism in the US…wait; that sounds sort of familiar.

There’s a big difference between serving evil willfully and proudly and serving good very badly.


All over the world, pagan nuts are cursing Trump every day. Read about it on the web. Do you seriously think an equal number are cursing Hillary? Of course not. She supports just about every cause they love.

This election isn’t Hillary versus Trump. It’s Satan versus God, and the candidates are just proxies. Hillary will bring a more rapid descent into chaos and suffering. Trump will delay it. That sums it up.

I believe the things I’ve just written, but I’m also disgusted with Christians who have decided Trump is a devout believer. Come on. He’s a weak Christian who does pretty much what he wants. He loves admiration. He loves wealth. He likes to bicker. His sexual sins are so numerous, he’s probably 10% as bad as Bill Clinton. His daughter, raised with his values, left the church and converted to Judaism. He is not a holy man. Let’s admit it. Why should we destroy our credibility, pretending Trump is something he is not?

Denial is not supposed to be part of the Christian makeup. Excuses and spin make God angry, and they cut us off from his help. Christians who claim Trump is one of us are not pleasing God. They’re just giving ammunition to God’s enemies and driving people away. No unbeliever with any common sense believes Trump cares about God.

You don’t have to be a good Christian to be a friend of the church. I see Trump as a borderline unbeliever God can use to protect us for a while. That’s all I expect from him.

It’s not hypocriticial to vote for Trump. We only have two viable candidates. We can’t vote for the holy candidate, because there isn’t one. It therefore makes sense to vote for the one who will harm us the least.

I’m amazed that there are people voting for Gary Johnson. Fine, he’s a wonderful human being, and libertarians are right about 90% of the time. It doesn’t matter. He will never be President, and neither will any other libertarian. Libertarians love to vote spitefully; if they can’t have a perfect president, they deliberately render their votes ineffective, to put on a defiant display no one even notices. Instead of voting booths, libertarians should have special areas where they can use government-supplied knives to cut their noses off.

If you’re a libertarian, life will be better for you under Donald Trump than Hillary Clinton. You can choose the best life currently available or the worst our system has to offer. It really is that simple.

The libertarians should have a slogan: “Letting the perfect be the enemy of the good since 1972.”

If libertarians had been dumped in the water during the sinking of the Titanic, they would have drowned while criticizing the seating arrangements on the lifeboats.

They wouldn’t have suffered much, though, because libertarians are usually high on weed.

What is it with libertarians and weed? They adore it. If you want to have fun with a group of libertarians, make an offhand remark about how everyone who smokes weed is a loser. Their faces will turn bright red, and their eyes (red already) will bug out. It’s amazing how many of them love dope. It’s a major issue with them. It may be the single most important issue separating them from Republicans. Sometimes I wonder.

I’ve tried weed. I didn’t think much of it. It wasn’t good enough to turn me into a user or drive me to flush my votes down the toilet.

I wonder if Gary Johnson is high right now.

“Vote libertarian! Let’s send a message!”

Yeah. To each other.

Pagans are cursing Trump every day. I curse the Clinton campaign every day. I think I outweigh a considerable number of pagans, because my god really is God, and their gods are a bunch of loser spirits who are terrified of him. I hope so.

I can’t wait for this mess to be over with. I’m glad I’m not as emotionally invested in it as I used to be. I used to think we could save America. Now I know America is lost, so I’m just hoping Christians can do as well as possible and achieve as much as possible for God in our remaining time. If Hillary wins, I’ll be okay with it, because America deserves her, and because my protection doesn’t come from Washington.

Get out there and vote. If you’re libertarian, just open the window and yell “Johnson!” It will do just as much good, and you will save yourself a drive.

You Incontinent? You Press 3! We Send Diaper!

Thursday, November 3rd, 2016

My Telephone Circle Becomes Less Diverse

I guess I’ll sound giddy and foolish for saying this at my advanced age, but here I go: I’m in love.

I just upgraded from DSL to cable Internet access.

For years, Comcast bugged me to get rid of my old landline/DSL provider and add their service to my cable package. I told them to get lost, because I knew that traditional phone lines were way more reliable after hurricanes. The cable people used to take forever to get back on their feet, but the phone company either stayed in service or recovered fast.

I’m working to get out of this area now, so I don’t think I’ll be here for the next hurricane season. I don’t care if the lines come down. I moved over to Comcast, and I’ll be saving a pile.

It had to be done. I was getting like 4,000 telemarketer calls every day. I didn’t actually count them, but it definitely felt like 4,000. “Hello? You need diaper? You diabetic? We have supply for you!” It was killing me.

Internet and wireless companies are great about squashing telemarketers. A genius who was tired of robocalls invented a system that routes all of a person’s voice calls through a screening system that checks them against a blacklist. He named his company Nomorobo. If a caller is on the list, the call doesn’t go through. Unfortunately, landline companies aren’t that great about working with Nomorobo. I had to make a switch in order to be eligible for the service.

I talked to a phone company rep, and she didn’t even know what robocalls were. My best guess: she has no landline. She and I live in different universes.

I don’t really understand the no-landline crowd. Cell phones are unreliable. They drop calls. You can’t have extensions, so you have to carry the phone everywhere you go. You have to keep your phone on all the time in case of emergencies. The timing of cell calls is messed up; when you talk to people, you step on each other’s words. I have to have a landline. The cell is just for moving around.

Anyway, when I changed my phone service, I had to change my Internet service as well. The speed difference is incredible.

I didn’t know I needed more speed until I had it. Sales people used to call me all the time, bragging about their Internet speeds. I didn’t care. I don’t steal movies or music, I think video games are for metrosexual punks with saggy pants, and I don’t like Netflix, so why would I need fast Internet? I was happy in my Slowsky world. But these days, websites are packed full of truly worthless garbage that makes them slow to load. They’re no better than the websites we had five years ago; they’re just bulkier and noisier. Whatever. I was starting to be annoyed with waiting.

On top of that, I made some Youtube videos, and it was taking me eight hours to upload each one. No, no, no. Not acceptable.

It’s nice to see Drudge load almost instantly instead of taking an interminable 20 seconds.

I used to try to avoid loading Drudge too often, because I knew Breitbart worked for Drudge, and Breitbart didn’t like me. I was afraid he would get some of the pennies generated from the ethically questionable automatic page reloads. Now that he’s gone, I let it reload at will. I figure his widow and kids can use the money.

I’m still working the kinks out of the system. I can’t use my email server, and the most convenient cable line in my house won’t work with the modem, but I guess I’ll be okay. I can’t wait until the phone lines move over.

The telemarketers have been a real challenge. I work on reducing my anger all the time, and telemarketers are incessant provocations I do not need. The other day one called and asked if I was “one of the diabetics” in the house. I said, “We’re all diabetics here. We also have constipation, flat feet, and leprosy. Like your mother.”

I guess that’s funny, but I was not happy with myself. Now that Nomorobo is in my future, maybe I’ll get a break from my tormentors so I can continue working on my character.

I’ve made all sorts of progress cutting out profanity, too, but just when I seem to have forgotten a really choice expression, a telemarketer calls, and I remember it.

Most of my phone calls are telemarketers. Not some. Most.

I wish I had their home numbers.

No I don’t. Forget that thought.

I feel like ranting about the ridiculous overstuffing of websites, but I will try not to. I hate having videos come on without my involvement (in spite of my add-ons and browswer settings), and I really don’t need to see animated GIF’s all over the screen when I’m trying to read a news story. If your site has music that comes on automatically, or it has an introduction video, you should be dropped in a hole in a glacier. That’s just how I feel.

Okay, okay. I repent.

I’m pooped. I’ve been on the phone with tech support for about a century today. I had to write to release the pressure.

I hope the Nomorobo tip helps a few people. It works for cell phones, too. It’s too bad they can’t fix it so it sends electric shocks to the callers.

I repent.

Yuge Decision

Thursday, November 3rd, 2016

My Vote is in the Hands of People who Actually Admire Barack Obama

My ballot is in the mail. I can’t quite believe I voted for Donald Trump. Who’s next? Simon Cowell? John McAfee? Will annoying tycoons be standard fare for future voters?

I suppose they’re no worse than the corrupt, egotistical people who usually run for office.

I voted by mail today. I kind of wonder what will happen to the ballot. The lady who carries my mail is black, and I happen to know her family is not conservative. One of my best friends is her nephew. Maybe I should have put a Hillary sticker on the envelope.

Funny things happen in and around Miami. Democrat operatives walk into black polling places openly and yell at people, pushing them to support Democrats. No one does anything about it, because apparently, acknowledging the very existence of black people is now considered racist.

Now that I think about it, a lot of nutty stuff goes on in black neighborhoods. It’s as if there’s a special exemption from normal behavior.

The friend I mentioned above told me about Martin Luther King Day. Many people in Liberty City and the other black areas look forward to this day, because it’s a day of wild drunkenness, dope-smoking, theft, fornication, and other non-helpful activities.

My friend told me his dad used to have everyone stay home on MLK Day, so they could be there, armed, to protect the house. He also said it’s a day for settling scores. If there’s someone you want to mess up, you wait for MLK Day. I guess the idea is that the cops are so busy on that day, they can’t enforce the law very well.

One other fun MLK Day activity: large groups of people on illegal, unlicensed dirt bikes ride around the streets at high speed, running red lights and causing problems. This is an accepted activity year-round, but on MLK Day, the gangs get bigger and bolder.

In the black areas here, many people ride dirt bikes on the street. An NFL player from the area died on a dirt bike recently. The cops don’t do much about it. The rules are different in some neighborhoods.

Everywhere else, a bike has to have turn signals, a license tag, and headlights. I don’t think 2-cycle motors are allowed on the street; I’m not sure. In Liberty City, you can ride a bike powered by an unshielded nuclear reactor if you can build one.

Very strange. It’s even stranger that no one knows about this stuff. The press never mentions it. It would be racist!

Life is so weird.

You have to wonder what Martin Luther King, Jr. would think. “I got shot in the face so we could do THIS.”

In order for my vote to count, the mail lady has to agree not to throw it out. Then the Post Office people have to agree not to throw it out. Then the people who count the ballots have to choose to record it. Then the people who run the computers have to agree not to hack the system. It’s a wonder any Republican votes are counted. Maybe my 3/5 will be recorded. I hope so.

Anyway, it’s out of my hair.

I keep feeling like Trump is going to win. I feel it when I pray. I certainly hope it’s not my imagination.

I had some help marking my ballot. The ballot always contains a bunch of obscure local crap I don’t care about, so it’s hard to know what to do. I found out The Daily Kos has helpful information. If you go to the site, you will find recommendations for your area. All the nutbars, left wing nuts, potential terrorists, and champions of sexual deviation will be on the list. I took a look and voted against them. Thanks, Kos.

I voted for medical marijuana. Do I think it’s a good idea? I don’t know. Do I think it will be abused. Yes. I know it will be abused. Very heavily. Do I care? No. I’m tired of watching us make drug dealers rich. Let people over the age of 21 smoke anything they want. They can have heroin and bath salts too, for all I care. I would like to see an America where it’s not possible for a moron with gold teeth and a MAC-10 to get rich selling poison. Drug users will use drugs regardless of the law, so let them have at it.

Having dealt with a hopeless addict for a very long time, I have learned that other people’s behavior doesn’t affect addicts much. Keeping drugs away from law-abiding citizens sounds like a great idea, but we’re not trying to get drugs in the first place. Addicts will cause their families to go bankrupt in order to get drugs. They will commit several violent felonies a week to get drugs. They will abandon their children. They will sell everything they have. Obviously, they are willing to go to drug dealers.

Yay, “medical” marijuana. Stoners of the world: enjoy. Come back when you’ve wrecked your lives and want to repent.

The product is not the problem, any more than guns are the problem. You could move me into a house made of heroin with a sinsemilla lawn, and twenty years from now, I would still not be an addict. Other people become heroin addicts–trying heroin for the first time–in federal penitentiaries, where you would expect drugs to be very hard to find. Where there’s a will, there’s a way, and where there’s no will, there’s no problem.

What will happen if Trump wins? Can you imagine the rioting? Maybe this is the day we’ve been buying guns for. Obama ruined race relations and class relations, and he inspired a gun-buying craze that lasted eight years. If Trump wins, some of us may have to use the stuff we bought, in order to avoid being dragged out of our vehicles and homes and being raped and murdered.

On the whole, it would be considerably better than President Hillary. If she wins, she will spend the first four years testifying, committing perjury to avoid incarceration. What a drag that will be. If you think politics is annoying now, wait till we get four years of something that makes the Watergate ordeal look like a weekend at Disney World.

I remember Watergate. It ruined TV. Week after week, the hearings were on. It was very unpleasant. Hillary’s misdeeds are much worse than Nixon’s. His people burglarized a shrink’s office, and then he lied about it. I think they also bugged DNC headquarters. Anyway, it was not a complicated affair. Hillary has a giant cauldron of scandals that will take years to investigate, and unlike Nixon, she will not have the grace to concede. Democrats don’t do that. You have to haul them away in shackles. They keep expecting the press to save them, and it almost always does.

Can’t we just throw a bucket of water on her?

Six days from now, the pain of election anticipation will be gone, and we will be dealing with the new pain of a new administration. If it’s not Hillary and her flying gay and illegal monkeys, it will be Trump and his wake of riots.

Liberals love to say they’ll move to France if a Republican is elected. Sadly, they never follow through. I would like to move if my candidate loses, but I don’t want to go to France. Take me to heaven. You can have my stuff. I am ready to go.

Heaven isn’t very diverse. There are no gays there. Now that I think about it, there are no heterosexuals, either, because there is no sex. There is no Islam. There is no atheism. There are no illegals; if you don’t meet the entry requirements, you go somewhere else. There will be people of all races, but we won’t be at each other’s throats.

Sign me up. I want to be gentrified.

Pray my ballot survives. I give it one chance in three.

Clowns to the Left of Me

Monday, October 31st, 2016

No One to the Right

I’ve been thinking a lot about my complete lack of human role models.

The Bible says a number of things about God making himself a father to the fatherless. What does “fatherless” mean, though? Does it mean you don’t know your biological father? Does it mean he ran off? No. It just means no one is doing a good job of performing the functions of a father for you.

A father’s job is to correct and train. Someone has to tell you to get out of bed in the morning, get cleaned up and dressed, go to school, and work on becoming a functional human being. Someone has to tell you you’re not allowed to listen to rap music or leave the house in yoga shorts. Someone has to tell you no one respects a slut or wants one for a wife. Fathers are teachers.

My parents didn’t do a good job. My mother had the best intentions possible, but she didn’t know the Holy Spirit, and her own parents had their shortcomings. My dad was not interested in raising children. A lot of kids spend time with their parents, absorbing wisdom and values. Many parents make a constant effort to pass wisdom on, and because of it, their kids do well and avoid foolish mistakes. My parents didn’t teach me much, and I made terrible mistakes that wrecked my life.

It gets worse.

I have never known anyone who knew how to live a godly life. America is a dirty, trashy place now. What passes for righteous living in 2016 would have been scandalous in 1950. The people around me aren’t very useful in my efforts to improve.

Let me give you an example of what I’m talking about. I just turned on the cable box. I have plain old Comcast cable. Nothing weird or special. Here’s what’s showing right now on channel 541: “Rough, Raunchy 3some.” The other movies on the guide screen have titles too gross to mention. “Rough, Raunchy 3some” is an island of wholesomeness in the mid-500’s. The others mention orifices and fluids.

I’m a Christian, and this is in my house. I’m so used to ignoring it, I don’t think about it.

I mentioned yoga shorts above. Until yesterday, I didn’t know they existed. I went to the grocery, and I saw a teenage girl who looked like she had stripped naked and painted her pelvis black. I’ll bet she was about 15. She was wearing yoga shorts. These are extremely thin, very clingy shorts that stick to every feature of the wearer’s surface so strangers can see it. A hundred pairs probably weigh less than a pound.

As young girls who don’t know any better will do, she was making the most of her exhibition. She found it necessary to bend over for long periods and squirm while examining the fresh vegetables. Somehow I manage to pick out leeks without doing that, but then I’m special. I was in line at the checkout stand, and I stood so magazines were between us. Hooray for The National Enquirer.

This is normal life in 2016.

Imagine what would have happened if that girl had popped up in a store in 1950. They would have thrown her out, and she might have been arrested. Which would have suited me just fine. She is not a helpful person.

Guess what I heard over the speakers in the store? Prince’s song, “Little Red Corvette.” The title is a metaphor for a slutty woman’s genitals. Read the lyrics. They will make you gag.

I remember watching Steve Munsey preach at Trinity Church in Miami. What a nasty old goat. He was teaching the boys about the way to treat women. He said, “You can look; just don’t touch.” When he said that, he leered in a creepy way, held his hands out in front of him at face level, and made a gesture as if he were squeezing two oranges.

I am completely serious.

See if you can imagine what he might have been thinking about.

The truth is that you can’t look. He should have known that, but he’s all about money, not virtue. You can’t avoid seeing people, but it’s not okay to keep your eyes on them and fantasize.

We are swimming in filth all the time. Most people don’t really believe in God, and their behavior is out of control. When you go to church, you’re likely to have a preacher who knows just about nothing about living righteously. When we come home, if we want to enjoy secular entertainment, we have to make on-the-fly decisions about how much nudity and blasphemy is acceptable.

My parents didn’t know how to live. I don’t know any preachers who know how to live. I don’t have any friends who know how to live. I am fatherless, but for God.

This is important, because God is showing me that what I think of as a clean Christian life is actually an unclean existence. If I want to know him and receive his help, I have to stop living like someone who doesn’t belong to him.

Take a look at 1 Corinthians 6:9-10:

Do you not know that the unrighteous will not inherit the kingdom of God? Do not be deceived. Neither fornicators, nor idolaters, nor adulterers, nor homosexuals, nor sodomites, nor thieves, nor covetous, nor drunkards, nor revilers, nor extortioners will inherit the kingdom of God.

Here is Revelation 21:7-8:

He who overcomes shall inherit all things, and I will be his God and he shall be My son. But the cowardly, unbelieving, abominable, murderers, sexually immoral, sorcerers, idolaters, and all liars shall have their part in the lake which burns with fire and brimstone, which is the second death.

Look at that list. Why haven’t we memorized that and turned it into a checklist? Cowardliness is on it. Did you know that? How many Christians go to God and try to be delivered from cowardice? Most of us probably think it’s a virtue. We probably equate it with meekness.

The “kingdom of God” is something we’re supposed to receive right here, not just in heaven. If you’re living in the kingdom, you get the promises. You get miracles, healing, peace, provision, victory…the things we talk about constantly but don’t seem to receive. We don’t lead clean lives by God’s standards, so it’s no wonder we die from diseases God wants to heal. It’s no wonder ungodly people defeat us all the time.

We have to try to have clean lives, and we have to examine ourselves all the time. This is what communion is about. Paul said that if you don’t examine yourself when you take communion, you may get sick and die. How many times have you heard a preacher repeat that? I haven’t heard it once. I had to find out for myself. Refusal to come clean before God causes defeat, sickness, and death.

I keep asking God for correction. I ask him to criticize me. He’s coming through. I keep learning about new pockets of corruption inside me. He keeps showing me my excuses, which are as deadly as AIDS viruses. Excuses prevent us from receiving forgiveness and help. Think how other people’s excuses make you feel; it makes sense. Excuses don’t make you want to work with people.

It’s overwhelming when I think of the evil I’ve done and the evil inclinations that are still inside me. I shouldn’t be surprised. That’s how strongholds are. The devil builds them up, and then he says, “Look at the size of that. You’ll never get rid of it.” And we believe it.

I don’t have good human teachers or role models. Not a single one. I’ve quit listening to preachers. They’re crazy as they can be. I have to get closer to God and get his help in illuminating my faults and destroying them. There is no other way. He has to be my father. Fortunately, he sent his Holy Spirit to do the heavy lifting for me. That’s the kind of thing a good father does. A good father won’t condemn you for doing wrong without helping you do right.

When the Rapture comes and lifts us up, iniquity will be like lead that weighs us down. You can’t walk on the water if you’re carrying a millstone. Time is short. We need to be thinking about these things. I really do not want to be stuck down here with no good people to stand with me.

Going to church and trying to be good won’t save you, and money offerings won’t even budge the needle on the Rapture meter. You have to give God your heart and mind, and you have to get his help in order to do it.

By the way, I had another strange dream. I was about to get in the shower, and I heard a commotion out in the house. I tried to go out and check on it, but when I got into the hallway, there were no doors. Also, the hallway was not like my actual hallway. It was made better. The walls were sturdy plaster and lathe. It was painted a warm off-white. The light in the hallway, which had no windows, was like sunlight. I was stuck there for a while. Then I found myself standing with my hands in front of me and my eyes closed, and I felt a beautiful, warm, comforting wind blowing in my face. It filled my hands and washed over my body.

Suddenly I was out. I found myself in the parking lot of a company that sold used cars, like the restoration and hot rod companies on the Velocity Channel. The company had a couple of buildings; maybe a showroom and a shop. Two people who worked there–the bosses–were walking from one building to another. They were oddly dressed, as people from the bike/car culture often are. One wore a strange outfit that left his legs bare to the crotch, and he wore big goggles and a colorful scarf on his head. He had a ridiculous cape. He had long hair and a beard. Both men wore clothes with colors you would expect to see on clown costumes. They were racing from one building to another, but they were moving so slowly you could jog past them. The guy in the goggles was raising his knees very high on each step, more like an actor in a comedy than a real human being.

I stood there while they made fools of themselves, enjoying the wind. It felt peaceful. I was protected. I felt more comfortable than I had ever felt. I had never felt anything like it.

I woke up, and I was lying face down on my bed, with my hands in the same position as in the dream. The strange thing is that I still had the peculiar supernatural comfort. I felt like I was lying on a cloud. I didn’t want to move. Ordinarily, I don’t feel anything approaching that level of physical comfort.

Here’s what I took away from it. I spend a lot of time praying in tongues, which means I cleanse myself in living water, like a shower. I make some effort to take part in society, but God restrains me and keeps me in a safer, better place, like the hallway. The preachers I deal with are posers and clowns whose churches are businesses and who think mainly about money and attention. They think they’re making progress, and they compete against each other for acclaim and wealth, but in reality, they are barely getting anywhere. They have the ethics of used car sellers. Car restorers take rusty, broken-down cars and fix the outside while leaving rust and jagged welds all over the inside. There is really no such thing as a rusty car restored to new condition. Charismatic preachers sell old, wrong doctrine that looks good from afar, but when you get close, it’s painted excrement.

I look forward to the dreams God sends me. They’re pretty neat.

Think about where you stand and what benefits you qualify for. That’s what I’m doing. And don’t forget: the Rapture will not be announced in advance. You’ve had all the warning you’re going to get. If the horn blows and you’re not ready, you are just stuck.