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Weird but not Wired

Wednesday, April 7th, 2010

Unleaded Starts my Day

I think I’m falling in love with decaffeinated coffee. I can get up and drink as much as I want while I start my morning routine, and nothing happens.

A while back, I started feeling I should give up caffeine abuse. I’m attention deficient, and I quit taking drugs about 14 years ago, and when I got to law school, caffeine helped me overcome the boredom and concentrate. It also helped in my practice. But lately it has been keeping me up nights, and I think it makes me crabby during the day.

For a while, I’ve felt like God has been cleaning me up. I had to quit smoking cigars because they kept me awake. Who ever heard of such a thing? But it happened. Now coffee is out. I am a man without vices. It is a strange sensation.

Drugs connect us with the spirit realm, somehow or other. Tobacco was a ritual herb smoked by pre-Columbian heathens. Peyote and psilocybin are used in worship. Hippies used to get high and say they had seen God.

I don’t think cigars and coffee are going to give me visions of demons, but there must be something about them that God doesn’t like, because I really had to quit. I had no choice. Something would not leave me alone, and I think it was God.

Maybe weak drugs are sharp tools Satan uses to open little holes in your temple. Search me.

I suppose this is undeniable: drugs that affect your mind are substitutes for things you should be getting from God. Maybe that’s the problem. God fixes people, better than caffeine ever could. Maybe caffeine was in the way.

I don’t have any reason to think other people should give up cigars or real coffee, but it seems to be true in my case.

Coffee is a comfort drink. If I can’t get up and have hot coffee when I first turn on the computer, my morning is damaged. Decaf solved that problem.

Coffee–even real coffee–is supposed to bring health benefits. So I suppose I’m still getting those.

I have been getting comments about the AR rifle. This has been bugging me lately. I don’t need any more rifles, and I don’t think an AR will change my life significantly, but I feel this nagging urge to get one.

I’ll tell you something weird. I think God is driving his people to arm themselves and prepare for hard times. Over and over, I see it. I’ve written about it before. I have a new friend who works for a religious charity, and she travels the country talking to Christian donors. She says lots of people–and this is not a tea party thing; they’re independently motivated–are getting guns and tools and rural land. She told me she met with two elderly sisters in northern Florida who inherited a ranch complete with a gun range. These women are retired missionaries! They can’t figure it out.

I do not believe God tells people to shoot at the FBI or the mailman or any other federal agent. I don’t think we’re going to have a last stand where we all go down fighting, while Janet Reno watches on cable news and claps her hands. I have no interest whatsoever in shooting people. In fact, I am not sure I’d shoot in self-defense, since a criminal is likely to need time to repent and turn to God, while I’m ready to go. I’d shoot to defend others; that’s a moral obligation. But I can’t swear I’d kill someone to protect myself. Still, I think God is somehow involved in the increasing interest Christians have in firearms.

If we are not intended to use these guns against others, I’m not sure what the purpose is. But I think that purpose exists. I suspect it, anyway.

Getting back to the AR, a commenter says a couple of interesting things.

1. I should get an AR15, because 5.56/.223 is sort of mandatory. I don’t really understand that, but there it is.

2. Good AR15s are “cheap” right now, so I should get a Rock River and then add a Grendel upper later.

I know almost nothing about the AR15. I know there are “uppers” and “lowers.” I think that means the lower is the part we think of as a gun, and the upper is the barrel and some other stuff. But I don’t know how interchangeable these things are, or whether combining parts from different companies is a good idea. And I don’t know what he means by “cheap.” Are prices about to shoot up? Have they been reduced recently? No clue here.

I don’t know why I need a 5.56. I’ve seen people call it a “poodle shooter.” For self-defense, I really like my Vz 58 in 7.62x39mm, which is fairly powerful yet easy to shoot. What are the advantages of the 5.56? Do they really exist, or is it one of those things, like a 1911 in .45 ACP or a .22 rifle, that you just have to have, no explanation needed?

I looked at my PSL last night, and sure enough, the hammer is in backwards. I think the same could be said of my brain. I’m going to reverse it and take the gun to the range, but I’ll need ammunition first. I’m not going to shoot the rest of my 7N1 until the Russians release more of it. I could sell the remaining rounds and buy a Corvette.

I don’t know where I can get cheap accurate ammunition for it now. There is lots of surplus out there, and Wolf is not too expensive, but I would really like something that will do 2 MOA out of an ideal gun. That way, I can work on my shooting without wondering if the ammunition is holding me back.

I guess I could drive over to Samco and see what they have.

The glass for the AR is a problem. The gun itself is not cheap, and I would want a scope which would work well at long ranges. Prairie dog range, in case I ever get off my butt and go varmint hunting. I assume such items are not cheap.

Maybe the urge will go away.

Shooting poodles…isn’t that a public service? Is there some way we could train them to pop out of prairie dog burrows? Just a thought.

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To clarify, I would like an AR in a good long-distance caliber, so whatever I get, I want it to work with a varmint barrel and a good scope. But if I also get a 5.56 upper for shorter ranges, do I have to worry that the original lower will not be appropriate for long-range shooting?

He was Last Seen Running Down US-1 With a Popsicle in Each Hand

Tuesday, April 6th, 2010

On the Loose

I have free time! I have free time! Can you tell? Was it a clue when I blew up my pizza stone in a pointless backyard experiment?

Mike’s visit is over. I will not be making pizza at church today. I do not have to serve as an Armorbearer tonight. I do not have to get up super-early tomorrow or go to bed late tonight.

I have free time!

I think I’ll hit the garage and try to finish the butt attachment thing for my Saiga 12. Look out for flying swarf.

Waterworks

Tuesday, April 6th, 2010

Tap In

Stilton Jarlsberg did a wonderful thing when he drew this strip: CLICK.

I guess he didn’t draw it, exactly, but still. He is obviously aware that increasingly, Israel is alone in this world, and Barack Obama is among her enemies. This will probably be my big political post for the week. I will try not to discuss President Obama’s pitching arm, in spite of the overwhelming temptation.

My traffic keeps dropping. I think the people who used to come here for snotty political humor got bored. I’m glad I got out of that mess, however. I used to find it frustrating when I wrote well and didn’t get picked up by other blogs, but now I think God’s hand was in it. I was walking into a trap.

The political side of the Internet is turning into a real snakepit. I can’t believe the stuff that goes on at the Breitbart sites. Bloggers used to call each other mean names. Now bloggers are getting arrested, and operatives are throwing eggs (on camera) at buses belonging to people they disagree with. It’s like the SEIU is running things.

Where would I be, if I had really caught on? I’d be writing silly, vitriolic, embarrassing things that contributed to the contentiousness in the world without benefiting anyone. I’d be hanging around with adults who make a living behaving like children. That kind of thing doesn’t do a lot for your self-respect, in the long run. And some of these people are on TV now! You can live writing down, but it’s hard to put video behind you.

Contentiousness is a work of the flesh, according to the Bible. It grieves the Holy Spirit. That’s bad. You want to avoid that. Putting God far from you is one of the most damaging things you can do to yourself.

The other day I read a chapter of my cookbook, and part of me was glad it didn’t sell better. I thought it was fairly tame stuff when I wrote it, but it looks worse in retrospect. I can’t imagine Job or Daniel writing material like that.

I hate to say this, but conservative and liberal bloggers are starting to look alike to me. Conservatives are not as vicious, and they’re right about most things, but the difference is not big enough to make them look mature in comparison to their liberal counterparts. Being right matters, but the way you go about being right is just as important.

“Answer not a fool according to his folly, lest thou also be like unto him.” I probably should have studied that a little harder before I started blogging.

You can overcome your past, no matter how stupidly you acted, given enough time and a sufficiently sharp change of course. That should be a comfort to anyone who reads it. In fact, I would call it the central message of Christianity. One reason God does not care about your past is that the baptism with the Holy Spirit will eventually turn you into a different person, and it will no longer make sense for you to bear the full responsibility for what you’ve done. It would be like spanking a ten-year-old for soiling his diapers when he was six months old or refusing to eat his peas when he was two.

A person who has not been transformed by the Holy Spirit is like an unfertilized egg. Raw material. Jeremiah’s piece of marred pottery. Given what you can become in the future, through God’s power, it doesn’t matter all that much where you started. The reason for the crucifixion was that it was necessary to preserve God’s raw materials so he could craft them into finished goods.

There are some earthly debts that are extremely hard to void. If you’re on death row, even if you undergo a total transformation, you shouldn’t expect to be released. Unpaid taxes and student loans will follow you until you die. If you commit a sex crime, you might as well be branded on your forehead. But a surprising amount of mercy is available, if you have faith. And even if you can’t outrun your past, life as a Christian is still the best possible option. It’s the only option that really works.

I saw an interesting message on Manna-Fest (Perry Stone’s show) the other day. He was preaching about the miraculous irrigation they’re doing in the southern part of Israel. The Dead Sea has changed. Hidden sources of fresh water have been found. Farms are popping up in unlikely places.

He mentioned Isaiah 35:

1 The wilderness and the solitary place shall be glad for them; and the desert shall rejoice, and blossom as the rose.

2 It shall blossom abundantly, and rejoice even with joy and singing: the glory of Lebanon shall be given unto it, the excellency of Carmel and Sharon, they shall see the glory of the Lord, and the excellency of our God.

3 Strengthen ye the weak hands, and confirm the feeble knees.

4 Say to them that are of a fearful heart, Be strong, fear not: behold, your God will come with vengeance, even God with a recompence; he will come and save you.

5 Then the eyes of the blind shall be opened, and the ears of the deaf shall be unstopped.

6 Then shall the lame man leap as an hart, and the tongue of the dumb sing: for in the wilderness shall waters break out, and streams in the desert.

7 And the parched ground shall become a pool, and the thirsty land springs of water: in the habitation of dragons, where each lay, shall be grass with reeds and rushes.

8 And an highway shall be there, and a way, and it shall be called The way of holiness; the unclean shall not pass over it; but it shall be for those: the wayfaring men, though fools, shall not err therein.

9 No lion shall be there, nor any ravenous beast shall go up thereon, it shall not be found there; but the redeemed shall walk there:

10 And the ransomed of the Lord shall return, and come to Zion with songs and everlasting joy upon their heads: they shall obtain joy and gladness, and sorrow and sighing shall flee away.

Perry Stone was talking about the physical changes taking place in Israel, but I believe this passage also refers to the baptism with the Holy Spirit.

Over and over, the Bible refers to the Holy Spirit as “water” or “living water.” Jesus used this metaphor with the lady at the well. Many prophetic passages about water describe the Holy Spirit baptism. When you pray in the Spirit, the stream of speech that pours out of you flows like water; this is an illustration of what the metaphor means.

What is a person who is far from God and lacks the Holy Spirit? A desert. A land that is not fertile. He may do what he thinks is good, but without God to guide him, his works may be vain, and his harvest may be an illusion. He is also blind, because the Spirit opens our eyes and helps us understand things, including the Bible. He is lame, as far as God’s works are concerned. He lacks the Spirit-provided power to serve God ably. He is dumb; he can’t say what the Spirit would have him say. Instead, he is likely to use his own puny and unreliable mind, which leads to terrible mistakes.

As for the highway, it refers to the Spirit’s guidance. As Psalm 37 says, “The steps of a good man are ordered by the Lord, and he delighteth in his way.” The Holy Spirit guides believers. He will literally tell you where to go, which way to turn, and what to do. Maybe you’ll hear a voice, or maybe it will be something subtler, like an urge or a desire, but it will happen.

As Robert Morris has pointed out, we wash in the Spirit, not just the blood. So it makes sense that Isaiah would say the unclean could not travel the highway. They lack the Spirit’s indwelling; they are not washed by living water.

Isaiah says that even fools who travel the highway will not err. I believe that means that even humble believers who are not well educated or highly intelligent will still behave wisely when the Spirit guides them. I’ve seen this to be true. A genius who is new to Christianity can learn a tremendous amount from a ditchdigger who is farther along. It’s amazing how many wise things come out of the mouths of simple Christians. You don’t have to be smart to be a powerful or knowledgeable Christian. It’s incredible; no other religion has a similar power.

It’s a great gift. It will make it possible for you to rise above your limitations as you make your way in life and raise your kids.

Man’s unaided thinking gets us in a lot of trouble. It brought us great ideas like conversion by the sword, celibacy, indulgences, the pantheon of saints, gay clergy, and anti-Semitism. It brings us modern Biblical “scholarship,” which is full of error and denies the power of God. It brought us replacement theology and divestment from Israel. It even gave many of us the crazy notion that leftism was somehow acceptable and even favored by God.

I hope I get to go to Israel again soon. I would really like to see what God is up to over there.

Mike Hits the Road

Monday, April 5th, 2010

Rest, at Last

I can’t believe I went two days without blogging.

A Mike visit is always a whirlwind of food, guns, and church. You end every day exhausted. We went to the gun range. We tried Five Guys. We hit Sonny’s barbecue. We ate at Krystal. On Saturday, we went to my 8:00 a.m. prayer meeting, and it turned out the head Servant Leader from our church was qualifying some Armorbearers on the pistol range, and I was invited to that. Then we went to a classic car rally. Then I attended church on Saturday night. Yesterday, we got to church at 8:30, and we made pizzas until 3 p.m.

Now I can’t move. Mike just left for Delray.

I’m thrilled that I got Mike to go to the prayer group, because most of the benefit of belonging to a church comes from things you do with other church members, and I wanted him to see what I was getting from time with my friends. I’m not knocking sermons, but pastors can’t be with you 24 hours a day, and you can’t expect to prosper on forty minutes of teaching per week, with nothing more.

Easter services at church were insane. They did one on Good Friday, the regular Saturday service, the three regular Sunday services, and an extra Sunday service. The place was so full, they put chairs in the cafe. Yesterday we recorded 922 salvations. Not bad.

Mike volunteered to make garlic rolls, so I turned him loose with the old Kitchenaid mixer, and I made pizza. By the end of the day, we had sold 22 dozen rolls and 19 pies. We ran out of dough. I’m almost glad they closed the cafe before the last service.

The rolls were unbelievable. You can’t get rolls that good anywhere in Miami. I don’t know why. It’s not brain surgery. But people raved about them.

Not only did he make the dough and sauce from scratch; he tied each roll in a knot before baking it. Very fancy.

We set the roll price too low, at $1.00 for four big rolls. A local chain called Mario the Baker is known for rolls, and they get $4.00 for half a dozen. And Mike’s rolls are bigger and much better. We should have charged fifty cents a roll. As it is, we netted somewhere around sixty bucks. Should have been over a hundred.

Five Guys is very good. The food is a little better than Wendy’s. The fries are much better, because Wendy’s makes really bad fries.The big problem with Five Guys fries is that there is almost no oil on them, and they get no flavor from the fat. The portions are too big, too. Their regular fry order comes in a large drinking cup.

The preparation was very slow, and they had the radio on so loud we couldn’t talk, and they had no drive-through. Other than that, very nice.

I didn’t see any shakes on the menu.

When I went to the range with the Armorbearers, I only fired 50 rounds. The range allows rapid fire, so I practiced three-shot drills. I did very well. I have no doubts about my ability to deal with any assailant within 25 feet, and I would be very surprised if I couldn’t do well at 75 feet. Better than a crackhead who shows up without training, anyway. That’s the kind of person we worry about.

Some of the newer guys need to learn shooting fundamentals. I offered to go out with them and get them up to speed. I don’t think they need to be doing rapid-fire practice before they can shoot well slowly.

I read the book of Amos on Friday. It was very disturbing. In this book, God is angry with just about everyone. He pronounces judgment on Israel’s neighbors, and then he lays into Samaria and Israel, complaining of idolatry, backsliding, and corrupt departures from social justice.

Here is some stuff from chapter 4, directed to Samaria:

Hear this word, ye kine of Bashan, that are in the mountain of Samaria, which oppress the poor, which crush the needy, which say to their masters, Bring, and let us drink.

The Lord God hath sworn by his holiness, that, lo, the days shall come upon you, that he will take you away with hooks, and your posterity with fishhooks.

And ye shall go out at the breaches, every cow at that which is before her; and ye shall cast them into the palace, saith the Lord.

Come to Bethel, and transgress; at Gilgal multiply transgression; and bring your sacrifices every morning, and your tithes after three years:

And offer a sacrifice of thanksgiving with leaven, and proclaim and publish the free offerings: for this liketh you, O ye children of Israel, saith the Lord God.

And I also have given you cleanness of teeth in all your cities, and want of bread in all your places: yet have ye not returned unto me, saith the Lord.

And also I have withholden the rain from you, when there were yet three months to the harvest: and I caused it to rain upon one city, and caused it not to rain upon another city: one piece was rained upon, and the piece whereupon it rained not withered.

So two or three cities wandered unto one city, to drink water; but they were not satisfied: yet have ye not returned unto me, saith the Lord.

I have smitten you with blasting and mildew: when your gardens and your vineyards and your fig trees and your olive trees increased, the palmerworm devoured them: yet have ye not returned unto me, saith the Lord.

I have sent among you the pestilence after the manner of Egypt: your young men have I slain with the sword, and have taken away your horses; and I have made the stink of your camps to come up unto your nostrils: yet have ye not returned unto me, saith the Lord.

I have overthrown some of you, as God overthrew Sodom and Gomorrah, and ye were as a firebrand plucked out of the burning: yet have ye not returned unto me, saith the Lord.

That made an impression on me. It reminded me of what we have gone through since 2001.

Fishhooks symbolize weapons that lure us in. When God chastises us, sometimes he creates situations that are so inviting or even compelling, we can’t resist. Then we feel the pain. A housing bubble is a great example. When you see your neighbors making five or six figures flipping houses, or you see them taking equity loans based on inflated values, it’s tempting to jump onboard. Then when the air leaves the bubble, you have the debt but not the assets to cover it. A lot of Americans did this over the last few years.

“Cleanness of teeth” refers to hard times, as does “want of bread.” We’ve seen a lot of that since 2007.

The reason this passage bothers me is that we have not learned anything. We have a socialist President, trying to finance our present by bleeding our future, and when you turn on shows about finance and investing, you’ll see that many “experts” think he’s succeeding. Mind you, these are the people who didn’t see the tech crash or the housing crash coming.

We don’t hear many people telling us to repent, or that our sins are connected to our problems. As far as I can tell, we haven’t changed. In fact, we are offending God more, in all likelihood. Socialism is inherently anti-Christian; it attempts to replace voluntary giving with taxes, and it tells us man, not God, can lead us into an age of prosperity. Our treatment of Israel now borders on persecution. And our morals haven’t improved at all. I have to ask: are we better than Samaria? Does God love us more than he did the ancient Jews? Should we expect to avoid judgment?

Tradition says Amos was murdered by King Uzziah, presumably because Amos refused to prophesy pretty lies about his people’s future. No surprise there. Today, we still heap scorn on any clergyman who has the guts to connect sin and misfortune.

This morning I read the book of Hosea. The idea came to me while I was praying, and I decided to go with it.

Hosea married a prostitute named Gomer. God ordered him to do this. Some believe Gomer was not a full-blown prostitute. They think she was merely an immoral woman whose flaws did not become known to Hosea until after he married her.

Needless to say, Gomer was not a faithful wife. Her purpose was to symbolize God’s people, who were also unfaithful. God gave them wealth and peace, and they backslid and turned to idolatry.

After Gomer ran off, Hosea redeemed her from her new man for thirty shekels, which was the standard price of a slave. Half the payment took the form of grain. I have to wonder if shekels are the same as the pieces of silver that constituted the price of Jesus. If so, there would appear to be prophetic significance to the figure’s appearance in Hosea’s story.

Gomer was a “bigger, better deal” girl. She gave her attention not to her husband, but to those who gave her money and things. She forgot her husband as we tend to forget God when we do well financially.

A lot of the book is devoted to God’s method of dealing with unfaithful backsliders. Hosea had two children, Loruhamah (“no mercy”) and Loammi (“not my people”). Through Hosea, God told them:

Plead with your mother, plead: for she is not my wife, neither am I her husband: let her therefore put away her whoredoms out of her sight, and her adulteries from between her breasts;

Lest I strip her naked, and set her as in the day that she was born, and make her as a wilderness, and set her like a dry land, and slay her with thirst.

And I will not have mercy upon her children; for they be the children of whoredoms.

For their mother hath played the harlot: she that conceived them hath done shamefully: for she said, I will go after my lovers, that give me my bread and my water, my wool and my flax, mine oil and my drink.

Therefore, behold, I will hedge up thy way with thorns, and make a wall, that she shall not find her paths.

And she shall follow after her lovers, but she shall not overtake them; and she shall seek them, but shall not find them: then shall she say, I will go and return to my first husband; for then was it better with me than now.

Shortly thereafter, he says:

Therefore, behold, I will allure her, and bring her into the wilderness, and speak comfortably unto her.

And I will give her her vineyards from thence, and the valley of Achor for a door of hope: and she shall sing there, as in the days of her youth, and as in the day when she came up out of the land of Egypt.

The message seems to be that God will afflict believers in order to get them to turn back to him so he can bless them. That’s encouraging.

Some of the language following this part suggests that a day will come when God will remove the Adamic curse and give us peace and plenty. It may be that this refers to the Messianic Age. It clearly follows repentance.

I don’t think America’s problems are ending. I think Barack Obama has managed to delay them and increase them. Denial is like a loan; you always have to pay interest. I believe we should be trying to clean ourselves up. Instead, we’re behaving exactly the way we did before the towers fell.

Maybe we’re getting a little time to pull it together, so the people who have chosen to return to God can get themselves prepared for the problems that lie ahead.

Amos 5:13 appears to describe the time of chastisement as “an evil time.” Psalm 37 says, “The Lord knoweth the days of the upright, and their inheritance shall be forever. They shall not be ashamed in the evil time, and in the days of famine, they shall be satisfied.”

Incidentally, The Jerusalem Post is offering a subscription deal for Americans. You get their Christian edition, their international edition, and something called the Jerusalem Report. I believe it’s $49 for a year. I had a hard time understanding the guy on the phone. I decided to sign up. If you’re interested, email me and I’ll give you his email address.

Nehemiah Follow-Up

Friday, April 2nd, 2010

Psst…

Today I feel like I should read the book of Amos. Wonder if it means anything.

Renovations

Thursday, April 1st, 2010

Nehemiah Shouts Across the Centuries

Yesterday I had a wonderful experience.

For a long time, I’ve prayed for God to give me scriptures to read. It’s not like you can go wrong when you open the Bible and start reading, but there is such a thing as the right scripture at the right time. So before I crack the book, I usually ask for guidance.

For months, I’ve been hearing “Nehemiah” in my head when I do this. Not every time, but very often. It got to the point where I nearly assumed it was my own imagination, giving me the same unoriginal answer over and over to shut me up.

Yesterday I had a false start with Ruth, but then I looked down at the Bible and saw that it was open to the notes at the beginning of Nehemiah. Okay, you don’t have to drop a piano on my head. Not every time. I started reading.

As background (even though I know all my readers are Bible scholars) I’ll provide some information. Solomon built the first temple in Jerusalem, in 900-something BCE. A succession of bad kings followed him. There was a lot of idolatry. As a result, in 586 BCE, on Tisha B’Av, God permitted the Babylonians to sack Jerusalem, rob the temple, and carry Jews off to Babylon to serve Nebuchadnezzar.

Around a hundred and sixty years later, Nebuchadnezzar was gone, and a Persian, Artaxerxes, ruled in his place. Nehemiah (a Jew) was his cupbearer. From a visitor to Babylon, Nehemiah heard that Jerusalem’s walls were down, and that the city was in ruins.

Nehemiah was saddened by the news, and he prayed about it, and Artaxerxes noticed his sadness. When Nehemiah told him why he was sad, Artaxerxes gave him time, power, and money to rebuild Jerusalem. Nehemiah returned to Israel and got to work. In Jerusalem, non-Jews had gained power, and they resisted him forcefully.

Many Old Testament stories, though true, are valuable for their symbolism. For example, the story of Moses foreshadows the story of Jesus. The Jews were delivered from the Angel of Death by the blood of unblemished lambs, splashed on the doorposts and lintels of their houses. We are delivered from damnation by the blood of Jesus, and our “houses” are our bodies.

I have always thought of the book of Nehemiah as a story of restoration, but until yesterday, I didn’t have a really good grip on it. I thought it was about the restoration of the church, and it is, but it’s also a guide to help individual believers to be restored.

The Biblical concept of “strongholds” is very important, but I don’t think Christians understand it very well. A stronghold is simply an area in which some entity or other has power. A house is a stronghold, and the owner should be the dominant power. A human body is a stronghold, and the believer (combined with the Holy Spirit) should be the dominant power. A nation is a stronghold. A military garrison is a stronghold.

When you look at a map, what you see is a collection of strongholds. The colors and borders define them.

Strongholds are typically defined by boundaries, which sometimes take the form of walls. Our bodies end at our skins’ surfaces. Ancient cities had immense walls. Countries have borders with defenses. Jerusalem had a wall. Temple had its own wall, and observant Jews even constructed an enclosure called the eruv, in which they were permitted to violate the Sabbath. Many eruvs exist, and the “walls” may be as insubstantial as wires.

We are told that Satan has strongholds in our lives. For example, we may have chronic sins we can’t beat on our own. Or we may have curses that repeatedly defeat us despite our best efforts.

For some reason, we are not often reminded that God has strongholds, too. A week or two ago, in my Saturday prayer group, I told everyone that the group was a stronghold. It’s like a military base. We get together in peace and safety and strengthen each other and prepare each other, and then we break apart and venture into the world to do battle.

You should be a stronghold. So should your family and your house. So should your church. These should be strongholds in which Satan’s power and presence should be minimized.

Strongholds usually have gates. Jerusalem has twelve. A stronghold has to interact with the world, so it has to be possible for things and beings to move in and out. A gate is a point of vulnerability. Let the wrong thing or person in, and you have a problem. The Trojan Horse is a great example. The Trojans brought a hollow horse past their impenetrable walls and unbreakable gate, and the Greeks inside came out and allowed other Greeks waiting beyond the wall to enter and destroy the city.

The body has gates. The five senses are examples. So is the mouth. The mouth is interesting because it shows that we have to be careful what we let out, as well as what we let in. Jesus said we were defiled by our words.

What did Nehemiah complain about when he spoke to the emperor? He said Jerusalem’s walls and gates were down, and that the Temple was in ruins. What is a backslidden believer (or someone who has never believed) like? They’re like cities without protection and without the benefits of worship and prayer. They’re like Jerusalem before Nehemiah arrived.

Human beings, even good Christians, are often (I would say generally) infested by demons. Presumably, it’s worse when you’re not a believer at all, but even a believer can be a glutton, a drug addict, an alcoholic, a kleptomaniac, a violent person with no self-control, or a compulsive gambler. If your “house” isn’t in order, you have no walls to protect you from demons or even people, and you have no relationship with God to save you from your sorry state. You are like a city with no walls and no temple. Your borders mean nothing to aggressors, and you have no refuge to which you can retreat. Enemies will come in and rule you.

In Nehemiah’s time, enemies of the Jews ruled Jerusalem from within. Three are mentioned prominently. One is Sanballat the Horonite, another is Tobiah the Ammonite, and another is Geshem the Arab. They were furious when the restoration began, and they tried to stop it (Nehemiah 2:10) Like a believer who begins his restoration by breaking a generational curse, Nehemiah informed them that they had no right to Jerusalem (Nehemiah 2:20).

Nehemiah’s enemies called a meeting of their allies (Nehemiah 4:1-3). Does this sound familiar? When a demon is cast out, it walks in dry places, and then it tries to return to the house it left, and it brings more demons with it. Satan will multiply the forces against you when he sees your walls go up and your worship resume. But your walls and your worship and your righteousness are stronger than any number of demons or human beings.

Nehemiah and the Jews responded with prayer, knowing God was more powerful than their enemies (Nehemiah 4:4).

Like the spirits who come after us when we try to return to God, these enemies were strongest at the beginning, when they still ruled openly. They flexed their muscles, threatening to kill Nehemiah and his friends (Nehemiah 4:11). How did the Jews respond? They placed warriors along the wall, to watch and guard (Nehemiah 4:13). Nehemiah reminded the Jews of God’s power (Nehemiah 4:14). They adopted a policy of carrying arms while they worked. With one hand, a man would work, and with the other, he would hold a weapon (Nehemiah 4:17). And they never removed their clothing unless they had to; they remained ready as much as possible (4:23).

This is exactly what believers need to do. Belonging to Satan’s world is like joining a gang. When you try to leave, you get a beating. Don’t be surprised. Expect it, and arm yourself. Pray, and take up the Sword of the Spirit (God’s word) so you’ll be able to repel the attacks. Stay ready; avoid sin and clothe yourself in righteousness. Sin opens your gates, lets enemies in, and gives them the legal right to afflict you. Minimize it and ask God for help. Don’t be discouraged when you fail; that’s normal. Pick your sword up, dress yourself again, and start over.

Nehemiah’s enemies didn’t get anywhere with violence, at the time when they were strongest. Nehemiah rebuilt the walls and the gates, and the power of his enemies waned.

There was a famine in Nehemiah’s time, and life in Israel was difficult (Nehemiah 5:1-5). Many Jews took advantage, lending to their brothers at high rates and taking their property. They profited from the crisis and hindered God’s work. Nehemiah persuaded them to stop, for the good of the nation (Nehemiah 4:6-13). This tells me believers have to put unity and God’s work ahead of profit. We have to share in the sacrifices of building the kingdom. An individual believer who wants to be restored has to put the kingdom first instead of letting money and comfort lead him by a ring in his nose.

Because Nehemiah built Jerusalem up and remained faithful, his enemies lost strength, just as Satan loses power over you when you return to God. The next time his enemies came at him, they were not able to attack with physical force. Knowing they had weakened, they sent word for him to negotiate. And they threatened to go to Artaxerxes and say the Jews were rebelling and building their own kingdom (Nehemiah 6:1-7).

This is what Satan does when he loses power. He can no longer use force, so he has to get you to help him. He uses persuasion and threats. False witnesses rise against you.

What did Nehemiah do? He continued to pray, and he told his enemies he was busy with God’s work, and that he had no intention of going to talk with them (Nehemiah 6:3, 6:8-10). That’s exactly what believers should do when threats and persuasion come. Don’t engage. Don’t bend. Pray and continue, and hold onto your weapons.

Like Joshua, who also rebuilt a stronghold, Nehemiah had problems with Jews who opposed him from within. Delaiah the son of Mehetabel, a double agent, came to him pretending to be a friend and a prophet. He tried to get Nehemiah to flee into the temple, driving him with a false prophecy of attack and tempting him with a promise of safety. Delaiah actually intended to spread a rumor that Nehemiah was a coward, to weaken his leadership (Nehemiah 6:10-13).

Nehemiah rebuked him and prayed to God to remember the actions of his enemies (Nehemiah 6:11, 6:14). God gave Nehemiah insight and showed him what Delaiah was up to (Nehemiah 6:12). I see this as a reminder that carnal believers can be used against us, and that if we are faithful and righteous and strong in prayer, God will warn us when those who speak in his name are working for Satan.

The priesthood had decayed badly by Nehemiah’s time. The holidays weren’t observed. The law was not taught. There were no offerings or sacrifices. After the walls were built, Nehemiah sorted out the priesthood and got them working again (Nehemiah 7:1). The city was still largely vacant, so Nehemiah made an accounting of the people (Nehemiah 7:4-73) and later, a tithe of the people were selected by lot to live in Jerusalem (Nehemiah 11:2). Judging from the text, living in Jerusalem at this time was considered service to the nation, perhaps because of hostility to the restoration. This reminds me that Christians who opt to live in the kingdom of heaven here on earth choose to subject themselves to persecution until they die. It also reminds me that a believer who has been swept clean and restored has to have a core of righteousness and power inside him in order to stay free.

Nehemiah restored offerings and sacrifices (Nehemiah 10:32-39) The priests brought out the law and read it to the people (Nehemiah 8:2-8). They acknowledged their sins and repented, as a body (Nehemiah 9:5-38), renewing their covenant with God.

A restored believer has to resume giving of himself and his wealth. He has to acknowledge God’s principles and accept his covenant. Through the Holy Spirit, symbolized here by the priests, he has to have God’s word written in his heart, and he has to agree to live by it.

You have to have the word of God in your heart, from reading the Bible, from hearing teaching, and from baptism with the Spirit. When demonic “strong men” are evicted from the stronghold which is you, something has to take their places. Something stronger than they are. If God isn’t there when they return, you can’t keep them out.

Nehemiah had to leave for a time, and when he returned, he found that Tobiah had moved into the temple and displaced the holy things that belonged there (Nehemiah 13:7-9). Tobiah was like Satan, who gets thrown out through the front door and then, thief that he is, returns through the window.

God tells you exactly what is expected of you, and you agree to it with your eyes wide open. That’s what it means when Jesus says the Shepherd comes in through the front door. Satan traps you with lies and candy. He gives you drugs or fornication or pride or wealth, and the next thing you know, his throne is inside you, on a big foundation of concrete and rebar. Chronic sin always leads to slavery.

Like Satan, Tobiah displaced the things of God. Tobiah got rid of the holy things, which symbolize God’s Spirit. Satan ruins your prayer life and diminishes God’s power in you. The psalms say, “For innumerable evils have compassed me about: mine iniquities have taken hold upon me, so that I am not able to look up.” “Iniquity” refers to a powerful inclination to sin, which results in chronic disobedience. Iniquity can be the result of the presence of demons which we let in through sin. Tobiah represents the power of iniquity.

What did Nehemiah do? He threw Tobiah out, brought the holy things back in, and sanctified the area anew (Nehemiah 13:8-9). You can do the same thing when the enemy sneaks back in. Cast him out, fast, pray, repent, give offerings, and cleanse yourself of the stench. If he comes back a hundred times, do it a hundred times. But he tends to give up on a given tactic after a certain number of tries.

Merchants tried to pollute the Sabbath and Jerusalem by selling things there on Saturday, and the Sabbath was profaned in other ways (Nehemiah 13:15-18). Nehemiah expelled them, just as Jesus did in the Gospels. Our flesh will always try to turn our bodies into marketplaces where righteousness is sold for trinkets. Like Nehemiah, we have to be watchful and continue fighting. It’s like taking out the trash. Taking it out once won’t solve the problem forever, but imagine what life would be like if you never took it out. It would bury you.

After the reading of the law, the Jews observed Succoth, or the Feast of Tabernacles (Nehemiah 7:13-18). On this holiday, Jews build outdoor shelters and sleep in them. To Christians, this symbolizes union with God. In the Gospels, at the transfiguration, three disciples wanted to build tabernacles for Jesus, Moses, and Elijah. They wanted to build places in which they could join with these three and commune with them.

A restored Christian has God inside him, literally, through the baptism with the Spirit. We are tabernacles. Like the Succoth booths, we are temporary; our flesh eventually dies. The holiday observed in Nehemiah demonstrates that God will enter into a restored believer and be with him. This is the goal of restoration. The strong man is gone, the house is clean, and God dwells inside us to guide us, improve us, and keep us free.

Incidentally, after Nehemiah, the Jews had 400 years of history during which they were relatively free of idolatry. If you read the history of the kings of Judah and Israel, you will see how unusual that was, and how effective Nehemiah was at freeing the people and bringing them God’s blessings.

It’s not clear to me why the Jews ended up serving the Greeks and Romans later, or why they had no prophets between Malachi and Jesus. Nonetheless, Nehemiah did a remarkable work, with God’s help.

There are many other stronghold teachings in the Bible. The book of Joshua is primarily about strongholds and the need to rout demons. When Samson tore the gate of Gaza out of the ground and carried it off, he was opening a stronghold to God’s wrath, symbolically and literally. Eden was a stronghold destroyed by Satan.

My advice is, turn yourself and your family into strongholds. Sin makes you a slave and gives Satan the right to hurt you. A weak relationship with God disconnects you from the help you need and stunts your growth. Take up arms, be clothed in righteousness, and never stop praying, giving, studying, or attending church. Keep your eyes open and repel boarders. Sooner or later, the vermin will decrease, and things will start to improve for you.

We can be our own enemies. When Satan yammers from outside your walls, your flesh will listen, and its voice will plead Satan’s case. What would have happened had Nehemiah listened? There would be no Jerusalem today, 2500 years later. Israel would be part of Syria, and the Jews would not exist. Jesus would never have been born. Look what Satan can accomplish through a spiritual abortion. He attacks things early, when they’re small, to prevent a tremendous harvest in the future.

You should read the book of Nehemiah yourself, and look for other teachings on it, by people who know more about theology than I do. I’m sure there are writings that are not as half-baked as this one, which I threw together in my spare time today. Googling around, I see that other people get the same messages from it that I do.

It’s a tremendous book. I’m glad God kept poking me to read it.

Wednesday’s Children

Wednesday, March 31st, 2010

Families are Christians’ Exercise Equipment

Two prayer requests.

First, reader thebends says:

Would you mind keeping my Mother in your prayers? She’s waged a
life-long battle with rheumatoid arthritis and severe psoriasis. She
is to start dialysis today to help her kidneys rebound from no doubt
the cumulative effect of years of medication. She’s in pretty rough
shape and things aren’t looking too good.

She lives in Los Angeles with her brother, but my brother and I (we’re
the only kids) live in Texas. My brother and I are in the process of
moving her back home to Texas, however, her health has not cooperated.
This has been very frustrating – to say the least.

Prayers for her health and for guidance and strength for my brother
and I would be greatly appreciated.

Since then, he reports that she has managed to avoid dialysis, so God is obviously listening.

Ed Bonderenka passes this on. The writer is a lady named Judy:

My niece, Sharon, has two small sons whose father has been arrested for use of cocaine, he has set himself on fire, engaged in shoplifting (with the boys) and is involved in a lot of other illegal things. She will soon be going to court to try to make sure that he does not have un-supervised visitation. It is a long story but if you would please say a prayer of protection over Jacob and Joseph it would be greatly appreciated. Also would you please pray that the court will find favor with Sharon and that ultimately that their father will get the help he needs?

Thank You and Happy Easter/Passover!

Maybe Ed can fill in some details.

Incidentally, Ed has a great blog. If you enjoy reading about life from a Christian perspective, you’ll love it.

Day to Paste in my Scrapbook

Wednesday, March 31st, 2010

Guns, Sun, Fun, Memories

I’ll tell you what. I had a severely blessed day today.

Mike was in town with his son Ben, and we decided to go to the range. I got my dad to go, too. He brought the Glock I bought him for Christmas. Ben had never fired a gun before, and Dad had never used the Glock.

The weather was astounding. Clear skies, lots of sun, dry air, and temperatures in the low seventies.

We loaded up the giant Dodge diesel and took off for Trail Glades Range, which has been renovated. It’s magnificent! They have a real roof now, made from pressure-treated lumber and aluminum. They got rid of the old podiums, and now they have a marvelous wooden structure divided into stalls. They even have hardware-cloth screens between the stalls to deflect shells. And they have labeled target stations now, and the old steel target frames are gone. Now they’re all wood, and they can’t spin when the wind blows.

The berms have been built way up, and there is a new pistol-side berm about fifty yards out. Incredible.

I brought my Glock 26 and SW1911, and Dad brought his Glock 26.

Mike and I got started while my father and Ben took the mandatory safety course. I shot the 1911 pretty well, but I had a box of reloads that weren’t sized well, and they kept jamming the gun. Mike shot better than last time, but he still needs to practice to get his eye back.

When Ben saw the targets at seven yards, he complained that they were “way too close.” Then he started shooting. Hey! It’s not this hard on TV! After a few shots, he realized he had been conned by TV and movie shooting scenes, and we started coaching him. I gave him a few pointers, and he started putting shots in the black, and I said, “You are now better than 90% of the people out here.” Which was true. Most people will never ask for or receive instruction, so they’ll be bad shots until they die.

My dad had some trouble with the Glock misfeeding, but it turned out he wasn’t holding it firmly enough. Once he got it together, he and the gun did fine. I’m glad he finally has a decent weapon for self-defense, as well as a carry permit. I feel good about the financial contributions I made, which got him to this point. No older person should be unarmed.

We finished up the day at El Exquisito in Little Havana, where we had fried masitas and Cuban sandwiches. Dad and Mike talked about horse racing. They do that pretty much continuously, unless I stop them. Mike used to be a trainer.

Mike is driving Ben back to his mom right now, and I guess I’ll see him tomorrow, and we plan to cook at church on Sunday. Should be a great week.

I’m so glad the four of us got to shoot together. Outside of church, there is no better activity for family and friends.

I learned some new stuff about the Glock. Hard to believe. Before I started shooting, I prayed we would be safe and that we would learn, and danged if God didn’t come through. It turns out a lot of my perception of how tightly I’m holding a gun comes from my index finger, so it’s easy to let the other fingers get too loose. By thinking more about the third and fourth fingers, I was able to tighten things up a little. I’ll post a gallery. The target all by itself shows what 20 shots from the Glock look like.

I was very happy with that. The Glock is a fantastic shooter, and it’s nice to see it getting closer to its potential.

I guess I have some work to do before I overcome pride. Today I realized it would disappoint me if I went to the range and didn’t have at least one range officer stand behind me and watch me shoot. But I managed to attract one, so I didn’t have to face utter disgrace.

Churches Need Proctors

Tuesday, March 30th, 2010

Cheating for Jesus

Okay, I have to file a complaint. I am tired of preachers stealing jokes and passing on dubious stories.

A while back, a very successful pastor spoke at my church. He talked about his youth. He said his family was so poor, they went to KFC and licked other people’s fingers.

Unfortunately, a week earlier, another pastor had told us the same joke.

Now the same man has tweeted this: “I don’t want buns of steel. I want buns of cinnamon.” Remembering the other joke, I Googled. Sure enough, he’s about the zillionth person to use this line.

His wife does it, too.

Most people aren’t going to come up with great original material. It’s natural to repeat jokes. It’s a necessity for some speakers. But when you consistently fail to note that your stuff isn’t homegrown, and people know better, it looks bad. Especially for a Christian. “Thou shalt not steal,” and so on.

I think it’s also important to let people know when you’re telling a story you don’t know to be true. Pastors tend to recycle old stories. Sometimes the stories are true. Sometimes they are more like parables. People who hear the stories will generally assume they’re true. Then they repeat them as true. What if they’re not? Then you end up with well-meaning Christians, parroting untruths. And people catch them at it.

Let’s see. I remember a story. A railroad worker in Africa takes his son to work. I don’t know why it was Africa. I guess it sounds more spiritual. It may have been Mexico. The man’s job is to move a bridge into place when the train comes. He tells his son not to play near the machinery. The train comes, and his son is down in the gears, playing. The man moves the bridge, crushing his son, because he knows the alternative is to let hundreds die. And the idea is that this is how God behaved when he sent Jesus to be crucified.

True? I don’t know. No one who tells this story ever tells the man’s name, as far as I know. And who ever heard of a bridge that has to be raised into place minutes before a crowded train arrives? If the guy who pulls the switch has a heart attack, instant catastrophe. Not very plausible.

I just Googled. It turns out this story appears on the web in various flavors.

It never happened. Surely not. It makes no sense.

It’s wonderful to be witty, or to have a compelling true story for your flock, but God didn’t make every preacher witty, and there are only so many great true stories. I think it’s much better to teach what you know and bring the power of the Holy Spirit to back you up. The Holy Spirit gives people revelation when they read the Bible and prepare for sermons. He works miracles in their lives, leaving them with stories to tell. That’s better than stolen jokes. I don’t go to church to hear comedians. I want to hear from God.

Give your testimony, if that’s all you have. Nothing is more powerful than a good testimony.

If you can’t speak honestly and powerfully without cribbing, what gave you the idea that you were called? Something to think about.

When a preacher relies on stolen material, it makes me wonder if I can trust anything he says. If you steal jokes, maybe you’re lying when you talk about the miraculous things God has done in your church.

God doesn’t need a booster seat. He doesn’t need elevator shoes. He doesn’t need hair plugs or a girdle. If you can’t present him effectively just as he is, what are you doing in the pulpit? You’re selling people a product you don’t believe in. You’re asking them to put their lives in the hands of a deity you don’t trust. “Give me a seed gift of one thousand dollars! The God I just lied about will pay it back a hundredfold!” Does that sound wholesome to you?

One of the reasons I like Perry Stone is that he always has something to say, and it’s never canned, as far as I can tell. He can’t shut up. God reveals so much to him, he doesn’t have time to say it all.

I can’t recall him ever telling a great original (or uncredited) joke. He and his father relate a lot of compelling stories, but they’re generally firsthand or secondhand. Not, “There was a guy in Africa.” They name names and places.

If God gave us Perry Stone, surely he gave us other people who can stand up and deliver a message that came from heaven, not from theft.

A few weeks back, my pastor brought us a great story. A woman in a GAP group (God Answers Prayer–this is our name for prayer groups) saw an angel in the church. He was taller than a human being, and he wore a white robe and a golden turban. He told her he had come to strengthen her and her friends. For days, she was beside herself.

That’s better than an imaginary guy running a badly designed bridge that never existed. I can locate this woman and talk to her. I can see her face and touch her hand. She was in the congregation when our pastor told the story. I believe this type of person is called a “witness.” Does that sound familiar?

We get in all sorts of trouble when we try to help God do his job. I don’t need to pad his resume. I am content to wait to see him act.

On the First Day, he Rested

Monday, March 29th, 2010

Weekends are for Work

I had a fine time making pizza at church yesterday.

The pastor has moved the Sunday services up to 9:00 a.m., so I get to sleep half an hour later, and I’m also getting more efficient, so I no longer have to arrive two hours before the pizza is needed. That adds up to a scenario where I can sleep until the decadent hour of 6:00 a.m. and still get a decent prayer and study session in before I leave.

I used All Trumps flour for most of the day. It’s a high-gluten brand GFS sells. It makes very nice Sicilian pizza. It seems to brown up a little faster than the other stuff. But it seems sticky. I had a couple of pizzas that fought with me when I tried to remove them from the pans.

So far, I think Golden Tiger is the best choice. It works easily and doesn’t stick too much, and the pizza is good.

Maybe I just need to improve the seasoning on my pans. I’m working on that.

I sold a good number of pies, but I don’t know how many. I could have done much better, but they closed the cafe before the last service. We were putting on our popular Jesus of Nazareth play, complete with a mule and some goats, and that meant four services on Sunday instead of three.

The pastor says 344 people came to Christ this weekend, by the church’s figures. Not bad. Our goal is 100,000 by 2020.sysc

I can’t figure out how they kept the animals from pooping in church.

I could have stayed later yesterday and helped them strike the set, but I have bad memories of being squashed by a falling object the last time I tried to help. And I am concerned about their current efforts to keep the workers safe. I think everyone should wear hard hats and boots, and every job should be carefully choreographed in writing before they do anything. Until they make some changes, I won’t be comfortable working on sets. I don’t run the church, and I respect those in authority. I am not going to agitate or complain. But I’ll be volunteering for things that don’t make me so nervous.

Mike is headed for Florida. I was hoping he would be available tomorrow afternoon and evening to work in the cafe and help me test the cheese samples Sysco gave us. Unfortunately, he misunderstood my schedule, so he has conflicts, and it’s not clear when he’ll make it. He was going to make garlic rolls. Now he says he feels God pressuring him to go. Don’t know if he means it, but it would be great to have him there.

We have an interesting story in the news. Florida strawberry farmers are destroying their crops because they’re so cheap. This is sad, because food is going to waste. But it’s also great, because I can make strawberry cheesecake for the cafe, at a low price. I can also buy lots of berries to freeze. They won’t be any good for use as berries, but they’ll be fine for making the goop that holds the berries on top of the cheesecake. So later in the year, when prices go back up, I’ll be able to use cheap berries for the goop and expensive berries for berries, and the price will average out to a lower figure. I think.

I guess I should find out what Sysco charges for frozen berries. Maybe this is pointless. But in any case, this is a good time to make cheesecake.

I could also do strawberry shortcake. I love this stuff. It’s basically a giant biscuit made with sugar and butter, topped with berries in goop. You slop whipped cream on it. Wonderful. Or I could do strawberry pie, which is berries in goop in a pie crust. But I don’t want to make pie crusts. It’s a pain.

The church’s new mixer should arrive today. I’m having it delivered here. Will I be able to resist the temptation to fire it up? Probably not. Hmm…it takes 9 pounds of flour to fill it. Maybe resisting will be easier than I thought. But I’ll definitely want to hold it and love it.

My new plan is to get 10 more quarter-sheet pans and season them. Then I can make 15 or 20 crusts early in the day and put them in pans to rise. That will allow me to run off and do other things while other people put the pizzas together and bake them. I have to get myself free of the kitchen one day a week, and this should make it possible.

I picked up a De Santis Speed Scabbard to wear in the sanctuary. One of the younger guys shamed me by getting a nice belt holster, so I broke down and made the purchase. I guess this is better than digging in your pocket when trouble comes.

I had a funny feeling when I left church yesterday. I was tired, but I was sad to go home. I’ve prayed that God would weave me into the fabric of the place, and it looks like he has done that. I’m getting to know a lot of extraordinary people, and I feel much less alone than I used to.

If you’re a Christian, and you feel like you don’t fit into the secular world, you’re right. It’s not where you belong, and it will never accept you unless it can neutralize your Christianity first. The friends you’re waiting for are at church, and you should go meet them.

Glimpse of Our Future?

Saturday, March 27th, 2010

Look What Happened in Two Years

Here I present more evidence that the Chinese are going to eat our lunch.

I have been cooking in my church’s kitchen. Like most kitchens, this kitchen contains no decent knives. The other day, I took my cheap Chinese cleaver up there to slice pizza toppings. I decided to get a cleaver for them to keep.

I ordered my cleaver a few years back, from The Wok Shop. I probably paid ten bucks. That’s what they charge now. It’s carbon steel, which means it rusts. It sharpens up like a razor in less than a minute. It holds an edge a good long time. It minces garlic better than any American or European kitchen knife. You can scrape stuff with the end. It will cut onions in slices as thin as a business card. You can carry chopped food on the side of it. You can tenderize meat with the dull side. Don’t get me started. It’s a miracle knife.

I placed a new Wok Shop order. Today the new cleavers arrived. I got one just like mine for church, plus a meat cleaver and a smaller (supposedly) vegetable cleaver for myself. All three knives were sharp when they arrived. Two were sharp enough to shave with.

Here’s a photo.

My old cleaver is the one on the left. Notice the crappy workmanship. There are lots of odd dings in the steel. The weird bands of oxidation are irregular, too. It works great, but the workmanship screams “CHINA.”

Now look at the pretty cleaver next to it. The stamped characters are done much better. The bands are even. They’ve made curves on the edge and back. There are no dings in the metal. It looks sort of polished. It’s like the two cleavers came from different planets.

Now, maybe the Wok Shop found a new supplier, and nothing has happened in China. But I don’t think that’s what happened. Chinese goods are getting better, across the board. If you buy tools, you already know this. My old cleaver just turned three, and it’s nothing like the one I just bought.

Incidentally, a lot of people get excited about Chan Chi Kee cleavers. I wouldn’t put much faith in them without trying one first. Back when I got my cleaver, very few people had heard of Chan Chi Kee. Nuts on knife boards were starting to talk about them. They got a lot of publicity over the web over the last couple of years. Now people act like Chan Chi Kee is the gold standard. Maybe it is. I don’t have one, so I can’t tell you if they’re the best Chinese cleavers. I very much doubt it. In China, commodity goods like this typically come from very similar factories, and they tend to be of pretty uniform quality. And Chan Chi Kee cleavers were cheaper before people started asking for them. Maybe there is a physical reason why they cost more now, but I suspect the main reason is PR.

I don’t see how a Chan Chi Kee could be any better than the one I just bought, or my old cleaver. I don’t think the Chinese are lying awake nights, reinventing carbon steel.

Oh. This is disturbing. My old cleaver cost twice as much as the new one. I just looked it up. Same product, better workmanship, half the cost.

Some day, little American kids will think we’re lying when we tell them unskilled union workers used to get $75 an hour. The Chinese will see to that. Some people claim the Chinese will eventually have to charge more for their labor. Sure, when they find jobs for 1.5 (or whatever it is) billion hungry people. Until then, my bet is on the law of supply and demand. And if the Chinese multiplied their average wage by ten, they’d still beat our butts.

Then there’s India.

I plan to enjoy the great cheap tools until I have to go live in a government-subsidized hole.

Correction

Turns out the heavy cleaver on the right is Taiwanese. Their labor rate is 8 times China’s, according to the owner of Grizzly Industrial, yet they managed to supply a very nice heavy cleaver which retails for $20. I assume, then, that a Chinese job would be considerably cheaper.

When Nothing New Happens, is it Still Data?

Friday, March 26th, 2010

Reproducible Pizza Results

I made another pizza with both Sorrento and Arrezzio cheeses. I learned that the cheese conclusions I drew the first time I made one of these are still true. Hey, it may sound like I achieved nothing, but this kind of research is important. No matter how big a drag it is. Making delicious pizza. Over and over.

I also learned that everything I concluded about overnight pizza fermenting was nonsense. I fermented this baby in a couple of hours, and it was very much like the one I fermented overnight. So I still don’t see what the fuss is about.

That Publix pan is a wonder. It fries the bottom of the crust beautifully. The texture is breathtaking. If you live near a Publix supermarket, try one. I no longer recall the exact name of the thing, but it’s about 8″ square, with sides maybe 1 1/2″ high. The inner surface is some kind of nonstick, but it’s not Teflon. I believe it’s aluminum oxide. Sounds crazy, but it works, and you can’t burn it.

A cast iron skillet won’t do this, unless you go through a lot of pointless work. The Publix pan works like this: put dough in pan, let dough rise, put sauce and stuff on dough, put pan in oven. Bam, as Emeril says. You have a perfect crust, except possibly for a little stone touch-up. No pre-baking, no preheating the pan. I suggest you try it.

I put the pan as close to the lower heating element as I can, and I bake for 9 minutes. I make sure the lower element is cycling on when I put the pan in, so the element will be red-hot for part of the time the pan is over it. When the pie is done, I pop it out and give it 30-60 seconds on the stone, but you really have to watch it, because the pan gets it very done, and the stone cooks the pie fast.

The pie I just made was beyond bizarre. I used my usual no-oil recipe (oil added to the outside later), but instead of activating the yeast, I sprinkled instant dry yeast over the dough as soon as I got the water and salt and pepper mixed into it. Then I mashed the dough around and folded it until the yeast was pretty much inside the dough. Sounds nutty, but it was great. There was yeast stuck to the outside of the dough, and I thought it would be nasty, but it was perfect.

I’m starting to wonder if there is a wrong way to combine pizza dough ingredients.

I got some new stuff for the garage today. A while back, I got a 16N Jacobs chuck, because the used 14N I bought to save money was junk. The 16N was a new chuck some guy had bought but not used, and while I got the chuck, I did not get the key. Today a new key arrived. It’s so big, you could literally use it as a tiny hammer.

Now I can actually use my chuck.

I also got several new center drills. All but one are cobalt. The other is carbide. I have HSS center drills, and they’re crap. I keep hearing how great HSS is. They’re crap. I’m sorry. I can’t help it. It’s not my fault. After you use one twice, it stops working. When I finally bought a big drill bit set, I went with cobalt, because the difference is very obvious, and the cost is not much different.

Maybe the HSS bits I’ve used were lame imports, and that’s why they got dull so fast. Maybe I applied too much pressure. I don’t care. I don’t want to spend the rest of my life trying to prove everyone who promotes HSS to me is right. If I’m wrong, I’m out maybe a hundred bucks I didn’t need to spend, and meanwhile, I have tools I can actually use. If my bad technique is the problem, isn’t the smart thing to buy tools I can’t hurt with bad technique? Obviously, I should try to do things well, but every little bit of insurance helps, and it’s extremely annoying to have to quit a job because a 30¢ drill bit is fried.

I tried to use my drill press to take the lower handguard retention pin out of my Vz 58, before I was persuaded to beat it hard enough to drive it out with a punch, and I learned something. Drill presses are not rigid. I knew that already, but I didn’t know how true it was.

I have a big industrial Rockwell press with a cast iron head, and the drill bit still wandered all over the pin. Even when I tried a thick center drill, it wandered. Some of this may be due to a need to tighten up the head, I suppose, but I can tell this thing will never drill like a mill. So if you’re looking for serious drilling technology, my recommendation is to get a drill press and a small mill. I may be wrong, but that seems like the way to go. You can get a little used mill for a few hundred bucks, and on those occasions when you need a mill or a rigid drill, you will get down on your knees and thank God you bought it. When you need a mill, you NEED a mill.

Truthfully, I’m a little worried that the drill press will turn out to be useless, but I guess that’s just neurosis. I’m sure it’s fine when you’re not trying to drill rock-hard Eastern Bloc steel that came from melted-down Trabant pistons.

I ended up putting my drill press vise in my milling machine vise! That was my strategy for drilling the pin out. But when I mounted the giant chuck on the mill, I realized I had no key. I tried to tighten it as best I could, but I couldn’t get it tight enough to do the job. The bit kept receding into the chuck. That’s a good thing, because otherwise, I would have wasted three hours trying to drill an inch-long pin out.

Those pins are insanely tight. You have to beat them so hard, it’s scary. I marred mine up, but instead of buying a new one for three bucks, I think I’ll make one on the lathe, slightly thinner than the original, with some means of yanking on it. Maybe a loop in one end. I realize pins in guns should be tight enough to resist falling out when the guns fire, but this thing was way past that degree of tightness, and anyway, my gun is semi-auto, so it’s not like it’s getting pounded ten times a second.

Now that I think about it, a brass or aluminum pin might not be a bad idea. Easy to make, easy to hammer out, and it won’t hurt anything around it. Brass would be pretty, too. And I have lots of 360 brass. I don’t know if brass galls when it contacts steel. Something to consider. I also have 304 stainless. That would work, and I wouldn’t have to blue it.

Reader Needs Help

Friday, March 26th, 2010

Open a Hailing Frequency

Reader blindshooter has put in a prayer request, in comments:

Pray for me, my wife has decided she don’t want to come home anymore. After I gave her a quarter mil to start a new business. Turns out a good chunk of the bucks went somewhere besides the new business. I guess I will need the services of a law firm soon.

My faith will see me through what ever comes.

Sorry to see this happen. If it were me, I’d start things off with a couple of days of fasting and prayer.

Suffering v. Harm

Friday, March 26th, 2010

Deliver me From the Deep-Fryer

I saw a confusing scripture yesterday. It was John 16:33. I don’t recall the exact phrasing, but an accurate paraphrasing would be, “You will have tribulation in this life, but have courage, because I have seen to it that no harm will come to you.” I am quite sure it said no harm would come to those hearing the message. The speaker was Jesus.

You can imagine why that bothered me. Paul was stoned. He was flogged over and over, and flogging is not a minor thing. If they did it today, using a proper flagellum with weighted tips, the victims would have to be sewn up afterward to close the wounds. The flogging would send them into shock. Paul was also beaten with wooden batons. Eleven of the Apostles died martyr’s deaths. The one that died from natural causes was immersed in hot oil. Is that “no harm”? If so, what would constitute harm?

I looked it up. It actually says “I have overcome the world,” not “I have seen to it that no harm will come to you.” I cite the New King James Version. The Complete Jewish Bible says something similar.

Let me check the Greek in PC Study Bible.

The word translated as “tribulation” literally means “pressure,” and the word translated as “overcome” means “subdued.”

I don’t know why human beings make up scriptures or accept implausible quotations without researching them. These are very bad things to do.

Michael Reagan is adopted, and he is a Christian. But in the past, he rejected God, because he thought the Bible said people of illegitimate birth could not go to heaven. In fact, the passage he had in mind (Deuteronomy 23:2) says. “A bastard shall not enter into the congregation of the Lord; even to his tenth generation shall he not enter into the congregation of the Lord.” It’s part of the Mosaic law, and it has nothing to do with going to heaven. Because Reagan didn’t check the scripture out thoroughly, he was away from God for a long time.

How many people would bother going to a Bible to clear up a scripture they remembered incorrectly, or which had been quoted to them with errors? People tend to swallow what they read and hear, without chewing.

Imagine teaching people they would never be harmed in this world. Think of the disappointment and shock you would be setting before them. God should do miraculous things in our lives. We should expect that. But it’s crazy to tell people they are entitled to gentler treatment than Jesus, Paul, and the disciples.

Regarding the story of John and the oil, I have been told two different things. One is that he was not harmed at all, that the attempted atrocity was committed before a crowd in the Coliseum, and that many were converted following the spectacle. According to the all-knowing Wikipedia, that comes from Tertullian. The other story comes from a sermon I heard. It said John was messed up to the point where he was crippled. Kind of looks like the sermon was wrong. So maybe “no harm” did come to John, but the other Apostles could not make the same claim.

Now that I think about it, John was sent to a prison island to live out his days. I would call that harm.

My belief is that unpleasant things happen to us sometimes, but that God turns them into blessings. Even the murders of the Apostles contributed to their eternal rewards in heaven. Romans 8:28 says, “And we know that all things work together for good to those who love God, to those who are the called according to His purpose.”

The upshot here is that we lose skirmishes but win the war. In fact, it was won before the world was created.

All in all, however, I hope that if I’m ever thrown in boiling oil, I will have the same result John did, instead of coming to resemble a giant Buffalo chicken wing.

Hogs in Boxes

Thursday, March 25th, 2010

The Slop Flies on Friday

Obamacare has been signed into law, and I feel healthier already. I think I’ll get pregnant with octuplets, demand free prenatal care, and then decide to abort in the eighth month, because a pregnancy belly makes me look fat.

Obamacare is an amazing thing. Like the mortgage mess, it’s an example of knowledgeable people going against their own best interests, in a way that is bound to cause great misery.

My take on things like this is that they have their root in the supernatural. There is no other way to explain such a dumb course of action, taken by so many people who knew better. Democrat politicians are virtually begging to be recalled. When has that ever happened?

They supported Obama’s law, which is extremely unpopular among Republicans and Democrats, in order to prop up a very unpopular President. There is no pot of gold at the end of the rainbow, and we know they wouldn’t do it out of principle.

God clouds people’s judgments and lets them believe lies, when they’re far enough out of his will.

Obamacare will be a disaster, sooner or later. I wonder when the pain will come. I heard Rush Limbaugh’s show a day or two ago, and a lady in the insurance business called in. She said insurance companies jack up their rates in February, and she predicted 200%-300% increases. She was afraid these increases would come too late to affect upcoming elections, because elections are held in the fall. That would be a textbook example of a curse at work. Imagine people voting to perpetuate this insanity, two months before they understand what they’ve done.

If God is merciful, we’ll start suffering sooner, not later. Nothing is worse than prospering at the beginning of a self-destructive course of action. This is how junkies, alcoholics, and compulsive gamblers are made.

I wish Christians were doing more to help the poor. I believe our failings may have left this opening. I’m not sure about it. The fact is, bad behavior and lack of faith will lead to poverty, even when charities exist, so maybe it’s not possible for us to close the opening. Maybe God himself would stand against it. Jesus told us we would always have poor people among us. Still, any time believers fail, it leaves a way for the enemy to get in.

Aaron sent me a link to a wonderful Dennis Prager essay, explaining why secular Jews support Obamacare. Politically, Jews are suicide bombers. They vote against their own best interests, and the interests of the countries in which they live, in support of the religion of leftism. By and large, they are committed to justice, but they have abandoned the God who created their justice-driven culture. Man cannot solve his own problems without God’s help. That means obedience, faith, humility, and total submission. You can’t get these essential ingredients from Marxism Lite.

Secular thinking just doesn’t pan out, in the long run. That includes secular pride in our species. I have often noted the giant error Americans commit, when they claim human beings instinctively love liberty. I sometimes cite Star Trek. Kirk was always spouting off about the impossibility of domesticating and enslaving earthlings. He could not have been more wrong.

The history of humanity shows that often, it doesn’t take much pressure to enslave us. The Bible provides a proper method for people who desire to become slaves; you allow your ear to be pierced in a certain way. People were allowed to make that choice, and many did. Today many Americans are doing the same basic thing, voting for leftists. You give up control of your wealth, which is tantamount to selling your freedom piecemeal, because you can’t use freedom unless you have wealth. In exchange, you get to live like a hog at a factory farm. Mommy-State Dearest slops you and hoses out your pen, and in return, you accept a poor but stable standard of living, and your liberty is restricted.

We were created to trust God to give us health and prosperity and safety. Instead we rely on politicians, who are among the people we respect least. Crazy, if you think about it. We trust people like Jim Traficant and William Jefferson and Randy Cunningham more than we trust God.

Everyone has faith and lives by it. The question is, in whom is that faith placed?

God knew all this when he tried to get the Israelites to accept a church-state. Through Samuel, he told them kings would steal from them, treat them unfairly, and send their men to die in wars. Everything Samuel predicted came to pass; even David and Solomon did great evil. And we are no different from the Israelites. They’re at the center of God’s story. We’re peripheral, and unlike the Jews, we have no promise that we will be preserved as a nation. Compared to Israel, Gentile nations are disposable.

In continuing their blind devotion to Marx, Jews are perpetuating the decision they made back in Saul’s day. And any Gentile who votes the same way is doing the same thing.

On a lighter note, I’m planning to get back to rifle shooting. I got some .17 HMR ammunition. The price has dropped back to sane levels. I’m also finishing up the modifications on my Vz. 58/CZ858 (whichever you choose to call it).

Here’s something for suffering Googlers. If you bought a FAB Defense handguard, you need to know this. To remove the old handguard, place the gun on a very hard surface. You can put something under it to protect the finish, but don’t use anything thick. Take a punch and a sledge (I used a 3-pound hammer) and beat on the right-hand end of the retainer pin under the receiver. You may have to hit it really hard, but it will eventually come out.

To put the FAB part on, force it. The rear will be gouged by the receiver, but the gouges will be hidden once it’s on. Make sure you install the rails before installing the handguard.

I’m going to try to install mine today, and I may Dremel some of the polymer away to make it go on easier.

I still want a decent semi-auto long-distance rifle. The Kommunist Kannon (PSL/Romak III/FPK) isn’t that great. The trigger will slap you silly, leading to numbness and poor accuracy, and very few people report tight groups, especially with a hot barrel. Also, the supply of good Russian surplus ammunition (7N1) is gone. I think it may be time to get an AR15 and unload the PSL.

The Vz 58 is great for short distances, so I don’t need a light AR15 which is highly portable. That means a .308 with a varmint barrel. I think Rock River is the way to go.

This would pretty much complete my defensive arsenal. Not that I foresee a reason to shoot anyone 200 yards away. Or at any distance, for that matter. Prepare for war, if you want peace.

I also need a holster for church. The pocket method is working fine, but a holster would provide faster access. In the outside world, it would be a pain, but in church, it’s cool, and I can wear a shirt or jacket over it to provide concealment. And I feel like getting a Galco Miami Classic II for my .38 Super, for more formal occasions. Maybe it’s possible to get different holsters for the same harness, so I can use it for the Glock, too.

We have a lady armorbearer now. That’s pretty cool. And it makes sense. The greatest church-shooting hero of all time is a woman named Jeanne Assam.

I still have no pimp handles for the .38. Sad.

More

More info for Vz 58 owners.

It turns out the FAB Defense foregrip (pistol grip) with the integrated flashlight holder is worthless for the Vz 58 rifle. The rear of the pistol grip interferes with the magazine, no matter how far forward you put the grip. You can put the grip on the gun once the magazine is installed, but in order to remove the magazine, you have to take the grip off. Not really what you want to be doing while defending your house at 3 a.m.

Another fun issue: you can’t change the battery in the light or laser without removing it from the mount, unless your light or laser unscrews from the front. My light works that way, but my laser does not.

I’m emailing Israeli-Weapons.com, trying to get a refund. They don’t seem interested in returning my correspondence.

Another problem: I bought a plastic holder for a 1″ flashlight or laser. Israeli-Weapons thoughtfully includes a 1″ rear cap with a pressure switch. But the holder is too small for a 1″ flashlight cap, including the one they supply. How about that?

I had to put the holder on a milling machine and cut a hole in it to make my flashlight fit with the cap behind the holder. That way, you can screw the cap into the flashlight when it’s installed in the holder.