Prophecy is Being Fulfilled

Today I saw another interesting video from Zev Porat, the rabbi’s son who accepted Yeshua and ended up facing terrible abuse from rabbis and his own family. His grandfather responded to the news by throwing a dish at his head and lacerating his forehead, and a group of rabbis invaded a tent he was living in and spat on him and his wife.

Porat goes around Israel, speaking to Jewish people and Arabs. Some listen. He posts Youtube videos.

Yesterday he put up a video about a couple of yeshiva students. He ran into them by the Sea of Galilee. He showed them some Bible verses which challenged what they believed.

One of the big Jewish objections to Yeshua is the rabbinical stance that the Messiah can’t be God. They say he will just be a man. Today, Porat showed the students this:

For unto us a child is born, unto us a son is given: and the government shall be upon his shoulder: and his name shall be called Wonderful, Counseller, The mighty God, The everlasting Father, The Prince of Peace.

That’s Isaiah 9:6. Porat doesn’t teach from the New Testament, but often, Jews get angry at him when they hear Old Testament verses. They’re not familiar with the Bible, so they think they’re hearing the New Testament. He has to show them the Tanakh, in Hebrew, to prove he’s using the Bible they believe is true.

There is no translation issue. The word translated “God” is “el,” which is also means “God” in the rest of the Old Testament.

He showed them this verse and asked whom it referred to:

But thou, Bethlehem Ephratah, though thou be little among the thousands of Judah, yet out of thee shall he come forth unto me that is to be ruler in Israel; whose goings forth have been from of old, from everlasting.

That’s Micah 5:2. According to Porat, in Hebrew, it says the person described existed before the foundation of the world. The students agreed.

He asked the students whom it referred to, and one of them said it was David. He asked him if David existed before the foundation of the world, and of course, the student had to say no. So the student himself agreed that it was not David.

They asked him who this Messiah was, and Porat showed them Proverbs 30:4:

Who hath ascended up into heaven, or descended? who hath gathered the wind in his fists? who hath bound the waters in a garment? who hath established all the ends of the earth? what is his name, and what is his son’s name, if thou canst tell?

I’ve seen him use this verse before. It sometimes upsets people, because they already know the answer, but they’re afraid to say it. They’re terrified of persecution. They don’t want to lose their jobs, their families, and every other good thing they have.

Here in the US, no one has any excuse to be afraid to say the answer. Thank God for that.

They asked him where the Bible said Yeshua was the Messiah. There are many places, but he showed them this:

Behold, God is my salvation; I will trust, and not be afraid: for the Lord Jehovah is my strength and my song; he also is become my salvation.

The words translated as “salvation” are “yeshua” and a variant of the same word. “Yeshua” means “salvation.”

They agreed to communicate further, so there is some hope they will make it.

Jesus made it clear that if we were more afraid of people than we were of God, he would disown us. If we deny him in front of people, he will deny us before the Father. It’s a shame so many people are afraid to come out and say they believe. They may think they can make it as hypocrites, but they’re courting damnation. To be a Christian, you have to drink from the same cup as Jesus, and his cup was persecution and notoriety.

Psalm 56:22 says, “In God have I put my trust: I will not be afraid what man can do unto me.” It’s remarkable that we often fear men more than God. After all, he is God. If you’re afraid of men, you must not actually know God, regardless of how much you’ve studied.

The Revelation says cowards will burn in the lake of fire. It’s a serious thing.

Anyway, I enjoyed the video. I prayed for Porat’s success.

I have not prayed with “Rebecca” today. She is busy with classes. We are hoping to get together in a short time.

It’s frustrating, waiting for her to get her studies finished. We decided she should get through her first tests, in May, and then we can decide whether she should take the second round.

I feel like telling her to drop everything and come on over, but we want to be responsible. Maybe I shouldn’t be writing this paragraph. She reads this blog!

I hope to keep bringing better and better news about us and our relationship with God. Hope other people who have been following the story will be helped.

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One year after my friend and prayer partner Travis Quinn was shot, in an accident that eventually ended his life, our mutual friend Alonzo has been taken to the hospital with coronavirus and pneumonia. Please intercede for his recovery and his relationship with God, if you will.

Yukon Keep These Potatoes

Things are still going great with my Zambian sweetheart, “Rebecca.” We are still struggling with the question of whether she should continue studying for the Zambian bar exam. We keep getting what seem to be indications that it’s not God’s will. Prayers for his guidance would be appreciated.

There are only two reasons for her to continue. First, there is the possibility that we won’t work out, which seems highly unlikely, and second, it’s generally not a good idea to quit big projects you’ve started. If she quits and something miraculous happens that splits us up, I can easily fund a return trip to Zambia and a new period of study, but she would lose some time.

In other news, I bought a deep fryer. I’m not sure it was a good idea. I am tired of having problems frying things. My chicken has been performing poorly.

In the old days, the portable fryer market was gloomy. They had things like the Fry Baby, and not much more. The Fry Baby is a small electrified bucket that holds oil. They now make a Fry Pappy. It’s bigger, and the reviews are not good. One problem: you have to fry everything at 375 degrees.

Now you can get a machine that will sit on your countertop and fry 2.5 pounds of food per batch. You can get models that have preset modes for various foods. One model, made by Breville, has a special two-part mode for twice-fried fries. Do you trust a stranger to tell your fryer how to make fries? I don’t. My Instant Pot does a great job with rice, however.

The Breville gets a lot of bad reviews because of build quality, so I don’t want it.

I decided to try a T-Fal. Their machine comes apart so you can put various pieces in the dishwasher. It has a big basket which is easy to handle. It also has a filtering mode. After you fry, it filters the fat and stores it in a container which is part of the fryer.

Today I watched some videos about fryers, and I also caught an America’s Test Kitchen video about frying chicken “like the pros.” I thought they did a surprisingly bad job. They used a Dutch oven with a clip-on thermometer, and they fried the chicken right on the bottom of the pot. It came out with dark areas in the areas that hit bottom. I don’t need a fancy kitchen and a staff of professionals to tell me how to burn chicken.

Usually, the people at ATK give great advice. Not sure what happened this time.

T-Fal’s machine looked good on Youtube, and the ATK video made me despair of frying chicken well in a plain old pot. That’s why I ordered the T-Fal. Now I’m not so sure. Since placing the order, I’ve learned some things.

I decided to make fries to see if I could do better than ATK. I looked for recipes online. I wanted to fry twice, the way you’re supposed to. Okay, technically, I wanted to blanch once and fry once. I kept seeing recipes calling for Yukon gold potatoes, which were all I had. I sliced some thin and blanched them in a pot with a thermometer, and then I chilled them.

For some reason, I have a stainless basket which can be used for frying. It has little bumps on the bottom to lift it off the bottom of the pot. I used it for blanching, and it worked very well.

It wasn’t much trouble at all, and I didn’t have to take a fancy machine apart for cleaning. Also, because I now have a dedicated grease-filtering storage canister, handling the oil was easy.

Sadly, the fries were not good. They tasted great, but Yukon Golds are not frying potatoes. Not as far as I can tell, anyway. The fries looked perfect, but they were limp, probably because they were low on starch compared to russets.

It looks like I got snookered by the Internet again. It’s full of recipes written by people who can’t cook at all.

I have made wonderful fries in the past. I always used russet potatoes. I have never had good results frying red potatoes or Yukons. I should have known better than to try Yukons today.

Sources on the web say the Russet Burbank is the top fry potato. I don’t know if the russets I can buy are Russet Burbanks, but I’m sure they will beat Yukon Golds.

To get back to equipment, I’m wondering why I should keep the fryer when I have a pretty good solution on hand already.

ATK’s chicken video got me thinking about Dutch ovens. Le Creuset makes the best, if reviewers are to be believed, but boy, are they expensive. Like $380 expensive for a big one. I’ve been resisting getting one. Today I learned they’re on sale for $250. It’s a manufacturer’s promotion. The big model is over $100 cheaper than the next size down.

I tried finding used Dutch ovens a while back, but it was a waste of time. If you want a Le Creuset cheap, you pretty much have to find it at a thrift shop or inherit it.

I just told Amazon to cancel the fryer, as I was writing this. There is no point in spending $120 on something you may not need. Making my bad fries gave me confidence in my frying ability, even if the potatoes let me down. Had I had russets, I would have had excellent fries, and the basket would have made them very easy to handle.

I think I should buy a Dutch oven and invest in some russet potatoes. I don’t actually need a Dutch oven for potatoes, but it will be useful for other things, and I don’t expect Le Creuset to keep the sale going forever.

Not too much is going on, apart from the above. Still waiting for the side effects from my Johnson & Johnson vaccine. I almost had a headache last night, and I felt sleepy, but then I had eaten a big bowl of garlic rolls, so what was I supposed to expect? I feel a little sleepy right now, but I just ate too many fries.

Great things are happening in my relationship with God, but I can’t talk about them here. I am willing to say I am being much more critical of (i.e. “realistic about”) about myself these days, and I am really trying to dedicate myself to God and get his blessings, starting with transformation, to flow. I still think the apocalypse is about to dawn. This is no time to be lukewarm or proud, and I have been both.

Is it “Pandemic” or “Dem Panic”?

I prayed a lot about the bizarre array of coronavirus vaccines we have available, and as of yesterday, I felt peace about the Johnson & Johnson shot. Yes, it’s made using a cell line that came from the murder of an unborn baby. My take on that is not simple, and my decision took a long time to congeal. I would not accept a transplanted part from an unborn baby, but this individual died in 1985, the cells used came from cultures propagated since then, the pharmaceutical companies didn’t give us any appealing options, and for all I know, all the other vaccines I’ve received were made the same way.

Getting the shot I wanted was a big blessing. Florida is vaccinating like crazy, and most private providers, like pharmacies, are booked up for days. All of the providers that use the J&J vaccine were booked up as of yesterday, and J&J’s production was recently set back by an error that ruined 15 million doses, but today an obscure local pharmacy received a shipment, and I found out about it early on.

A lady in the waiting area wanted to know if the vaccine was a good choice for her. She said she got very ill for up to two weeks every time she took the flu shot. Two things popped into my mind: 1) hypochondria, and 2) the pointlessness of a shot that gives you a condition which is completely identical to the illness it’s supposed to prevent.

I can’t believe her story, because the flu itself usually isn’t severe, and it doesn’t last two weeks for most people. Why would anyone guarantee herself a two-week illness requiring bed rest in order to prevent a disease that only lasts a week? After a couple of bad experiences, most people would opt for the flu itself.

You rarely hear a man say flu shots make him sick. You rarely hear a man say, “Whenever I take the flu shot, I get the flu.” Seems like it’s always a woman. But the web says men are just as likely as women to be hypochondriacs. In my family, it’s a big problem among women but not the men. My aunt, my mother, and my sister have made lots of grave predictions and announcements about their health as well as other people’s.

Maybe the lady from the pharmacy was telling the truth, and her flu episodes have been worse than her vaccine reactions.

I hope I did the right thing, choosing to be vaccinated. I felt strongly that God was telling me to go ahead, but I could be wrong.

Now I’m wondering if I’ll have side effects. I think it’s extremely likely I had coronavirus a year ago. I had a fairly lengthy illness with symptoms consistent with coronavirus, after being exposed to international travelers. Here’s the question: will coronavirus itself give me any immunity to the vaccine?

I would think things would work both ways, but I’m no doctor. The vaccine uses an adenovirus. Maybe people react to the adenovirus as well as the covid material. If that’s true, I guess having covid will not block all of the shot’s side effects.

I don’t care. I’ve never had a noticeable reaction to any vaccine, as far as I can recall. I’m not all that snowflaky about my health. I’m just curious about what will happen.

I feel fantastic today. In fact, that’s how I generally feel. Lots of energy. I suppose it comes from prayer. I don’t know if my friends have noticed, but I’m never the one to say it’s time to stop what we’re doing because I’m tired or sore or whatever. It’s always someone younger than I am. I just realized that. If I started feeling bad, it would be very obvious because of the contrast.

The stats for the J&J vaccine are confusing and not simple. Some make it look inferior to the other shots, but there is additional information out there suggesting it’s better than the drive-by media’s typical presentations imply. It’s supposed to be a near-guarantee you won’t die from covid, so that’s good.

As I always say, if I can’t be raptured, I want to have my head taken off by a meteor. Failing those options, I definitely don’t want to go from covid.

The “guarantee” also includes severe illness and ICU treatment.

There is evidence the J&J vaccine may actually be superior to the other shots because it was developed later, so as usual when it comes to coronavirus, the correct conclusion is that no one really knows the truth. We don’t know why people hoarded toilet paper. We don’t know why states with lockdowns sometimes did much worse than states that respected people’s freedom. We don’t know why we all got fat in 2020. We don’t know why the flu disappeared this season. We just guess and guess and guess.

Whatever. I got the shot. Now I’m going to make pizza.

Who are we Really Serving?

“Rebecca” the Zambian, well, Rebecca and I are still enjoying life and hoping for a bright future together.

We continue to pray together at least a couple of times every day, although her bar study obligations are cutting into our schedule. We pray about general things early in the day, and later on, we intercede. Sometimes we intercede for people we care about, and sometimes we intercede for people who are annoying.

We talked about something we have been avoiding discussing. We want to know whether there is any point in having her complete her bar exam, which will take several months, when the process delays our getting together and also interferes with what we do.

The obvious concern is this: is studying for the bar exam a responsible thing to do, which will bring Rebecca closure and help her to leave Zambia as a success, or is it a worthless time sink which will only hinder us in what we’re supposed to do for God? Also, is our desire to be together coloring our judgment?

She just texted me, sending a crying emoji and this: “Class 6 hours straight.”

One of the hallmarks of controlling men is that they interfere with women’s educational and career opportunities. You persuade a woman to let you provide all her support, you tell her she doesn’t need to go to school or work, and then if she complies, she is trapped if the relationship doesn’t turn out to be what she wanted.

I am not a controlling person, but I’m leery of looking like one, and what if I drop dead before things work out? What if she changes her mind about me? She would have invested a lot of time in bar study, and she would have to do it all again.

But does it make sense to look at things that way? Doesn’t it go against faith? God has aligned us extremely quickly, in a very short time, and we are both Spirit-led believers who insist on living by faith instead of relying on our own judgment.

During the last few days, we asked God to help us make sure nothing we give him is defective. This turned out to be relevant to the discussion of Rebecca’s plans.

God criticized the ancient Jews for taking defective animals to the temple to be sacrificed. Some of them took animals that were crippled or blind. They didn’t give God what he wanted. Also, a number of people in the Bible got in very serious trouble for performing sacrifices their own way instead of God’s.

Under the new covenant, we do the same thing when we try to plan our own lives and do what we want for God. Most Christians don’t hear from the Holy Spirit because of bad doctrine that separates them from him, so how do they serve him? In self-righteousness. They do things that look good superficially, but God is not involved, so the results stink like rotten meat.

The world is full of churches and ministries God never wanted to exist. People build orphanges God doesn’t approve of. They go on missionary trips he didn’t sanction. They think God approves because they’re being nice and working hard, but they displease God and spread rot through the church. They make Christianity look bad. They fill our ranks with people who just want to show off.

Doing things God never asked you to do, and then claiming you do them for him, is taking God’s name in vain. It’s a major sin. It’s like putting a three-legged lamb on the altar.

Yesterday, during our first prayer session, Rebecca told me she had dreamed about a nun who ran the Catholic school she attended. She is not Catholic; she just attended the school. If I recall correctly, in the dream she needed money for something, and the nun provided her with a few coins.

To me, it sounded like God was showing her church people walking in the flesh were not able to do much for her.

I think money usually represents faith and power.

After we prayed, I watched Youtube. First, I saw a video by an obscure man I like listening to. He has a tiny audience. He died from a drug overdose, and he was revived. While he was gone, he was in hell. In the video, which is only a few days old, he said he felt he had to talk about something he realized in hell. He said he realized nearly all of what we do is worthless because God is not in it.

After that, I watched a recent Mark Hemans video, and he preached about the same basic thing. He said human beings who are not led by the Spirit do what seems right in their own minds, offending God in the process. For example, he cast spirits out of a woman, and she began sobbing and shaking. A misguided person tried to cheer her up and help her stop, and Hemans put a stop to it. She needed to go through the pain of deliverance. He said the person who interfered was showing human love, but it was actually detrimental. God’s love required the woman to experience deliverance properly.

I didn’t seek out videos about human self-righteousness. They just appeared while I was looking at recommended videos.

From a human perspective, it appears that the right thing is for Rebecca to take the bar exam. Is that how God sees it?

Today and yesterday, Rebecca has been swamped. You would think Resurrection Sunday would be a day of rest in a Christian country, but both days have been filled with scholastic obligations. In Zambia, Resurrection Sunday and the day after are official holidays, so the people who hold classes take advantage of the time to pack extra work in. It’s frustrating, and it’s also a great illustration of the tension between worldliness and devotion to God.

We would like to get together for the first time sooner than June, which is when she expects to have her first period of free time, and we would like to get together permanently sooner than September, which is the month when she finishes her school obligations. The thing is, God isn’t the only one who might want this. Our flesh wants it. We are tired of connecting by phone when we could be sitting in the same room.

Sometimes God and the flesh agree. Sometimes we just think they do.

This is where we are.

I won’t worry. God will show us the right thing to do, and he will keep us on course. It will be wonderful if we can accelerate things.

If anything changes, I will show up here to write about it.

Nuptial Decisions Prove to be Above my Pay Grade

Day 26 of my online courtship has gone well. I made some excellent homemade bread. That’s unrelated to the courtship. It’s just one reason why the day has gone well.

INGREDIENTS

520 g bread flour
1.5 tsp. salt
1 tbsp. bread machine yeast
3 tbsp. sugar
4 tbsp. butter
310 g warm water

Throw the dry stuff in your food processor and blend until mixed. Add the water and blend until you get a coherent ball. After 10 minutes, blend the butter in. Add some salt to melted butter and grease a bread pan. Shape the dough into a loaf. Put the loaf in a pan and butter it. Allow to rise until it looks like a loaf should. Bake at 450 until the internal temperature hits about 195.

I also had a very good time interceding via video chat with my Zambian sweetheart. I have learned that intercession carries an unexpected benefit. You really need to tell people after you intercede, so they can agree with you and look for God’s answer. Because of this, intercession keeps you in touch with people.

We prayed for our relationship, and while I was speaking, I made a misstep. She suggested I pray for our children, and I was kind of stuck. It seems highly presumptuous for me to pray for our children as though they were definitely coming, because it’s like I’m assuming she will say yes if I propose. Also, I think a man is supposed to try to protect a woman from hasty decisions. Or at least he should pretend to.

Anyway, she was not all that happy with the disclaimers I inserted in my prayers, so I had to smooth all that over. She thought I sounded like I didn’t want to marry her or have children when, in fact, I was simply trying not to be an idiot.

Four weeks ago, I was completely prepared to get old and die with my tools and my smoker. Now I find myself plunged into a courtship process I know almost nothing about, so it’s not a huge surprise if there are occasional bumps in the road.

My feeling was that you shouldn’t play around with a woman by talking about marriage as though it were a done deal, prior to handing over the ring or at least proposing. Evidently, I was totally wrong about this, as men often are about nearly everything. Evidently the best course is to talk as though the church were already rented.

I don’t know how this works. It’s all trial and error.

I have written about my friends Diamond and Silk; two young Haitian ladies I got to know back when I was attending Trinity Church. I had a long conversation with Diamond today, and she provided a lot of helpful information concerning decisions she had made. A) I am, in fact, going to marry Rebecca. B) Diamond and Silk will be bridesmaids. C) They will wear pink dresses. D) Diamond’s daughter Carat will be the flower girl, at the age of three.

Thank goodness I don’t have to make any of those tough decisions. I’m not qualified.

I told Diamond to let me know the date of the ceremony so I could arrange to be there. Until then, all I have to do is hand over a grocery bag full of cash.

In case people still think I’m kidding about buying my wife, I will provide a link to Wikipedia’s article on the subject: LINK.

Here’s the annoying thing about the article: there is nothing in it about consumer protection. In the US, under the Uniform Commercial Code, goods sold typically carry an implied warranty of fitness for their purpose. It looks like I’m not getting one of those. What if Rebecca fails to serve her purpose? I don’t even get a partial refund.

I don’t get free repairs, either. She already had to have a cavity fixed. Shouldn’t I be able to bill that to the family?

Seems to me that Africa is behind the times. Here in America, every tool at Harbor Freight can be returned up to 90 days after purchase, but if my wife suffers some kind of mechanical failure, I will be left holding the bag. My understanding is that the price I pay for her will be consumed in riotous living in a matter of days, so even if the family wanted to compensate me, they would have nothing to offer except maybe some celebratory selfies.

I guess I’ll just have to bear the risk. Unless there is a Zambian firm that offers aftermarket wife warranties.

This is where it stands right now. It’s a touching story. Part true love. Part human trafficking.

I can’t wait to get her over here. I want to secure her within our borders before the next wave of coronavirus insanity reduces us all to traveling on foot.

I’ll be back with updates as Diamond provides them.

Unto Every One That Hath Shall be Given

Readers may want to know how things are going with the Zambian lady and me.

At some point last year, I realized that things went better for me when I did a lot of interceding, so I determined to do more of it. I interceded for people while I was driving, for example. I interceded for people in the cars and buildings around me, not just people I knew. Anyone I could think of.

“Rebecca” and I were brought together, and then we discovered it would take a long time to get together in person. We started having long prayer sessions in the morning. Now we are also having sessions later in the day. We have decided to intercede as much as we can. She likes to start video chats during the day because she misses me, and if I don’t bring intercession up, she reminds me.

I see this as an explosive development. If interceding by myself at irregular intervals opened the doors to God’s blessings, what will happen when I do it with a strong Christian, maintaining a busy and consistent schedule?

When we pray together, I thank him for making us useful. I felt frustrated that all we could do was communicate by phone, because I thought it limited what we could do. Now that we have a ministry of intercession, we are able to accomplish things in spite of the separation.

On Saturday, Rebecca told me her younger sister was in the hospital with malaria. The sister and her family live on a farm, and they hadn’t been able to charge their cell phone, so Rebecca was not able to contact them. She was very upset. She spent a fair part of the day crying. I made the mistake of trying to introduce her to someone during a video chat, and she was so embarrassed to be seen crying, she hung up and returned after getting it together.

We interceded, and I texted friends to join. On Saturday night, we heard Rebecca’s sister was recovering, and since then, things have only gotten better. We are still praying for her to recover, and also for God to help her close any doors that have opened her to attack.

We are praying for friends and relatives to become children of God. We are praying for God to form and repair marriages. We are praying for financial problems. We are praying for physical healing.

It’s wonderful to be useful.

A lot of people think they can’t serve God because they have no help, or they’re isolated, or they’re introverted, or they can’t travel, or they don’t have much money. Anyone who wants a ministry can start one instantly. Just make a point of praying for people. You don’t need a building, money, a vehicle, or anything else to get started. Just get to work.

In case anyone thinks I’m being scammed, I should add that I finally looked up Rebecca’s Instagram and Twitter accounts. I found things she wrote years ago that were completely consistent with what I know about her.

Summary: things are getting better and better. It’s a remarkable story, and it doesn’t seem to be losing steam.

You Have Already Been Found Guilty

Yesterday, I wrote a piece analyzing the moral problems with covid vaccines. Should I take an mRNA vaccine I don’t trust to leave my genes alone? Should I take an adenovirus vaccine made using a cell line derived from the 1985 murder of a helpless baby? Should I opt out and trust God alone? I tentatively concluded that receiving the murder vaccine was no worse than my unintentional and unavoidable after-the-fact participation in many other crimes. Every time I buy anything made in China, I support murder abortion as well as the killing of delivered babies, and I also support Joe Biden and the undermining of my country by hostile foreigners.

Today, I feel like writing about the flag at the dump. When I went to drop my garbage this week, I saw a flag at half mast. I don’t say “half staff” because it sounds pretentious. I wondered what the story was. My buddy Mike said it was for the victims of the Atlanta massage shootings. Biden signed a proclamation about the flag, covering several days.

The ridiculous premises are 1) there is an epidemic of ant-Asian violence connected with the virtually nonexistent phenomenon of white supremacy, and 2) the shootings were part of the epidemic.

It’s draining, seeing the constant flood of lies, rising to my very doorstep. It’s a constant reminder that the end of the age is here and America will never recover its sanity.

Of course, there is no new wave of anti-Asian violence, so there is no new wave connected to white supremacy, and white supremacy barely exists, and the man who killed the Asians in Atlanta, who was not a white supremacist, did it for other reasons. On top of that, he is atypical of people who hurt Asians.

Violence against Asians is nothing new, and it’s mainly a black problem.

Far and away, black men are the biggest perpetrators of attacks on Asians in the US. Before this country became Wokanda, we talked about this publicly. Asians have a history of moving into black neighborhoods and setting up successful businesses, and community relations have always been bad. Remember the Family Red Apple market libels? Prominent black leaders have said racist things about Asians taking over. Their slanders and victimhood speech encourage black men to harm Asians. They make it sound like self-defense.

Remember when every American knew all these things?

In the US, black men commit most of the anti-Asian violence, and that’s remarkable, because there are about 5 times as many white men, and white men are bad, bad people.

What, exactly, is the Wokandan definition of white supremacy? Fundamentally, it’s whatever anti-white racists want it to be at a given moment.

Here’s what real white supremacy is: it’s a policy of creating a government in which non-whites are excluded from all positions of power.

Here are some things which are not white supremacy: requiring people to wear business clothes, insisting employees speak English, criticizing discrimination against white people (including affirmative action), refusing to kneel on an athletic field, refusing to adequately froth at the mouth and join in the persecution of people the Wokandans have erroneously accused of white supremacy, refusing to give a black power salute while terrorists threaten you at a restaurant, voting for a Republican, owning an AR-15, expecting a nation to have borders, reading a Dr. Seuss book, reading a Mark Twain book, and putting a Confederate flag on the rear window of your pickup. Also: being white.

Why do I bother to say these things? They will convince no one, because the Wokandans and Ewokes don’t think. They are impervious to the truth. Demons rule them because they rejected and decided to persecute the Holy Spirit before they chose to persecute white people.

About half of the country is under the delusion that Donald Trump is personally responsible for the January 6 riot, simply because he encouraged people to protest. This is the same half of the country which was fine with Kamala Harris encouraging people to go out in the streets and raise hell. It’s the same half of the country that thought it was okay when Maxine Waters and Al Sharpton literally encouraged people to riot. Never mind that the damage done on January 6 is dwarfed by what leftists have done in America over the last few years.

The victimhood pimps like to use the words “weaponizing” and “radicalizing” when it comes to conservatives who are overly angry about the death of America. Let’s turn those words around. They are clearly weaponizing and radicalizing leftists. Increasingly, non-whites in the US believe they are entitled and even obligated to rain extreme cruelty on white people, Jews, and Asians. Many white leftists agree. Anyone who is more successful must be a supremacist, so cut them, shoot them, rape them, and take what they have. The more the victimhood pimps blather, the more anti-Asian crime there will be, and white people will not be the main perpetrators.

It’s remarkable how Satan gets the children of darkness to do his work.

The Holy Spirit transcends race. When he is allowed to work, people he leads come to understand that race, color, and nationality mean nothing. They learn that their beloved brothers and sisters are all types of people. We see this in Israel, where former terrorists sing in churches and intermarry with Messianic Jews. Satan makes us focus on differences in the flesh, making peace impossible.

I am in love with a magnificent Zambian lady. What is she going to think if she marries me and comes to live in America? What will she think of most black Americans? The men will think she betrayed her race. Anyone who learns she’s not a leftist will call her things like “coon” and “house negro.” They’ll say she’s a whore. She will have no mainstream black friends. If she wants to know black people, she’ll have to get together with those who are ruled and transformed by the Holy Spirit.

Conservative, Spirit-led black Americans are persecuted and rejected by people who look like them and think they’re entitled to tell them what to think and whom to associate with. In America, black people are still treated like property, except the owners aren’t white farmers. They’re politicians, other blacks, and leftists. In America, white leftists routinely rip black people for failing to obey them and submit.

Anyone who can tell you what to think is your master. Don’t fool yourself. Denial of the right to think and speak is more invasive and nullifying than denial of liberty and property.

The Atlanta murderer was not out to get Asians. If he were, he would not have shot two non-Asians, and he would not have gone to a whorehouse and killed prostitutes. In his own confession, he said he had a sex addiction he could not break. He would have shot the prostitutes he was involved with regardless of their race. It’s sickening that leftists won’t admit this.

I don’t know why I write these things, knowing leftists are too in love with hate to listen. Maybe it’s for the purpose of judgment. There are two reasons why God interacts with people: to help them, and to provide evidence for their damnation. If he offers you help and you refuse or misuse it, you seal the case for conviction and eternity in hell. You can’t say you weren’t warned. On the other hand, Ezekiel said people like me would be blameless only if we gave warnings.

It’s very sad that a Christian man was so disconnected from the Holy Spirit that he was willing to murder people who are probably damned and, in doing so, ruin his own life. He probably comes from a church that doesn’t teach people to pray abundantly in tongues, cast out demons, and beg God for correction. But his crimes are not indications that he was a white supremacist or that proper Christians are dangerous. Christianity works, but it has to be the real thing, involving adherents very deeply with the Holy Spirit. Any church that teaches pride and hard work, the prosperity gospel, anti-Semitism, leftism, black liberation theology, prayer to saints, or cessationism is powerless and under Satan’s control. No person who isn’t transformed by the Holy Spirit is a yardstick by which Christianity can be judged. Such people are nominal Christians only, as Rebecca calls them.

I can’t vouch for nominal Christians. Such people perpetrated the Spanish Inquisition, and many cooperated with Nazis. I wish I could say none are dangerous, but anyone who is not connected well to the Holy Spirit can be manipulated by Satan. Just like a leftist rioter or a person like Al Sharpton who encourages them.

Twenty Days

Things continue to get better and better between me and “Rebecca” the Zambian cow-redeemed woman of God.

Obviously, no one is really redeemed by cows, but if you want a Zambian wife, you have to pay the bovine ransom.

We keep praying together for long periods every morning. We had to postpone it one day because of other obligations, but other than that, we are consistent.

I know I will offend people by saying this, but offending is what I do, so I will say it: interacting with this lady has shown me how harmful and useless the modern American woman is. I have never known anyone like Rebecca well. The contrast between her and other women I’ve evaluated as marriage material is so great, it’s like comparing a freshly made Happy Meal to a bag of moldy, maggot-infested scraps in a McDonald’s dumpster. Having a typical, modern American woman–including Christian women–seems so dangerous and unsatisfying to me now, I can’t imagine myself settling for one. Being alone is better, and it’s not just a little bit better. It’s worlds better.

Paul said those who married would have trouble in the flesh, and boy, was he right. Fortunately, what he said was not a universal law. Just an observation based on his knowledge of the married people he knew. Good marriages have always existed, and only God puts them together.

Modern women are very domineering. Let’s start with that. For over half a century, TV has taught them men need to be corrected, and that women are supposed to function as patient yet stern mothers to their husbands. It actually starts with boyfriends. Modern fornication has put women in a position of power they were never supposed to have. They set up hoops, and men who want sex (and to avoid marriage) jump through them.

The belief that women need to correct men is a Satanic notion, and it didn’t start recently, even though the epidemic exploded in America only during the last century. You can see the problem in the Catholic Church. Mary, a dead woman in heaven who can’t hear your prayers, is the real god of Catholics. They’re told not to bother the father, even though Jesus specifically instructed us to pray directly to him. They pray to their idol. In their art, Mary is a big, strong woman, and what is Jesus? A fat, weak baby. Jesus created Mary, not to mention all the galaxies, yet Catholics routinely depict him as a baby in a diaper, or as a defeated and mysteriously emaciated twig-armed figure still nailed to a cross.

Jesus was a man, and he was a carpenter. He was physically strong.

The ancients worshiped feminine deities. The ancient Jews worshiped Astarte (now known as Mary). Archaeologists have unearthed synagogues containing two altars: a big one for Yahweh and a little one for “the queen of heaven.”

Satan hates masculinity, which is why countless American men and boys are now having themselves shot full of androgen blockers and female hormones. It’s why they’re having their penises amputated. Yahweh is masculine, not feminine. So is Jesus. So is the Holy Spirit. Feminist Christians hate to hear this, but it’s true. The male sows seed, and it grows in the female. All three manifestations of God are sowers, not receivers. Man was created in the image of a masculine God, and Satan can’t emasculate God, so he goes after men, who resemble God.

Rebecca has not tried to scold me or mother me even once. I have to ask modern women: can you even imagine how that feels for me? It’s what you’re competing with. Having known Rebecca, why would I ever even finish an introductory online chat with the likes of you?

You might as well be a mental patient typing from a ward. Look how you handicap yourselves. It’s like going to a grocery store and getting a choice between a brand-new cart and one with four wheels that spin and drag. I wasn’t born to be a tow truck, fighting resistance every minute I’m with a woman.

I already know what a modern woman will say, because I’ve heard it perhaps ten thousand times: “You just want someone who will feed your ego and tell you what you want to hear. You don’t want healthy debate with a person you respect.”

1. I don’t want to be told I’m wonderful or that I’m right all the time. I want someone who will come back at me with confirmation of what God has already told me. I want someone who has already heard the same things.

2. Debate has never been healthy. “Healthy debate” is an oxymoron. There are no debates in heaven, because everyone believes exactly the same things. Jesus said he was the truth, not the argument. I hear from the Holy Spirit every day. The only women who could be anything but toxic to me are in the same situation. I don’t want to share revelation with a woman and then hear that I should be listening to Father Corapi or Sister Angelica or Joel Osteen or any of the other dangerous, conceited ignoramuses I already know are wrong. I want to find out the Holy Spirit is telling her the same thing.

3. Conceit will not make me respect you.

4. I want someone who will join me in praying God will correct and inform both of us. No one who wants a sycophant would do that.

This brings me to the second point: modern women are accusers. “You have male fragility.” “You have white privilege.” “You have the madonna/whore complex.” “You’re afraid of strong women.”

The word “devil” means “accuser.” Look it up. What possible reason could I have for inviting an accuser to share my life? These days, women are full of anti-male accusations that came from Satan himself. The Bible says Satan accuses us before the father all day. I don’t need that manure piped into my home and my head. May God pump it back into the heads of all those who have directed it at me.

Third point: modern women are incapable of learning because they have become convinced they were born perfect. Pacifism is good; weapons and self-defense are bad. Vegetarianism is good; hunting and eating meat are bad. Masculinity itself, a defining characteristic of Jesus Christ, is “toxic”; femininity is good and more advanced. Women are highly evolved; men, who built the world, are like chimpanzees who need to be restrained.

The first sinner was a woman. The first drug user was a woman who ate a fruit that altered her consciousness because she wanted to be better than a man. The first emasculator and rebel against male authority was a woman. The first idolater was a woman. What was Adam cursed for? Listening to the voice of his wife.

Traditionally, women have been leaders in idolatry, and they still are. The Mormon cult endorsed polygamy because women flocked to it and men resisted. Women are the leading proponents of witchcraft. Women are the biggest practitioners of the demonic religion of yoga. Women push socialism, which has a history of hatred of God. Women have done tremendous evil, yet somehow, modern women believe they’re right about everything.

Rebecca does not accuse me. When she showed up in my life, she already believed what I believe. God put it in her. I didn’t have to. She listens to what I say, and she repeats it to me amplified with scriptures she already knows.

Why would I trade this for a neurotic feminist who thinks everything I say is “mansplaining” and reacts to it by cutting herself?

Fourth point: modern women who are Christians worship pastors instead of listening to the revelation God gives their husbands. If I point out, rightly, that Kenneth Copeland is a con artist who destroys people’s wealth and keeps them away from God, I shouldn’t have to listen to a woman who tells me I’m going to hell for touching God’s anointed. If you chose me, you should know I hear from God, and you should hear from him, too. If you don’t think I can be trusted, marry someone else and spare me the torment of being with you.

Should I complain to God because I’ve been so single for so long, or should I thank him profusely because you weren’t with me?

Pointing a TV camera at a gutless, grinning moron or a liar doesn’t turn him into God’s anointed. God anoints people with impartations, not cameras. The most damaging preachers on earth are on TV with huge audiences.

The Bible clearly says, in many places, that a woman should submit to her husband. Nowhere does it say the converse. Some people quote a passage that says Christians should submit to each other, but it’s not in reference to marriage. If it were, it could contradict the rest of the Bible. It directly follows a passage saying women should submit to their husbands.

It’s unfortunate that we so often use the word “submissive” to describe a good wife, because Americans hate this word and associate it with things like abuse and sexual perversion. Maybe people will understand better if I use the word “cooperative.” It’s wonderful to have a woman who is cooperative.

Modern women need to understand something: no man has to marry them. We are free to look elsewhere, and we are free to remain single. You can be mad at us, but you have no power over us. The competition is alluring and nourishing. You are repulsive and draining. If you want a man who has known a proper woman, you will have to get it together, because what you’re offering is repellent to him.

Why do you think men marry so late? They get to know you, and maybe they start fornicating with you and even play house with you, but something inside them tells them there has to be something better out there. That’s why your boyfriend left you when you were 41 and childless. It’s why you think about buying sperm.

I am not a controlling person, and I have the right to reject other people who would control me. If I choose to reject you in favor of someone vastly better in every way, there is nothing you can do about it. Thank God for that.

On top of all of Rebecca’s godliness and her correct attitude, she’s also young and beautiful. There must be others like her out there, ladies. Consider your competition and do the smart thing. Even though I mention Rebecca’s beauty, you should know that your looks aren’t the main thing keeping you single. Fix your attitude, and you will improve your results regardless of your appearance. Men are thirsting for correct women. It’s wonderful that Rebecca is so pretty, but her personality is the reason I didn’t get rid of her on the first day.

Am I saying African women are generally better? No. I don’t have any idea whether that’s true. I’m not writing about African women. I’m talking about Spirit-led women who love and enjoy their proper role. Unfortunately, there aren’t many in America. I can only think of one woman I’ve known here who seemed to fit the description. One!

Yesterday I prayed in tongues for an hour and a half in the afternoon, and I received two scriptures. I sent them to Rebecca.

Here is what Abraham said to Eliezer:

“[A]nd I will make you swear by the Lord, the God of heaven and the God of the earth, that you will not take a wife for my son from the daughters of the Canaanites, among whom I dwell; but you shall go to my country and to my family, and take a wife for my son Isaac.”

Here is what Jesus said to someone who tried to get him to leave his followers to talk to his mother and biological half-siblings:

But he answered and said unto him that told him, Who is my mother? and who are my brethren? And he stretched forth his hand toward his disciples, and said, Behold my mother and my brethren! For whosoever shall do the will of my Father which is in heaven, the same is my brother, and sister, and mother.

America is not my primary country. My primary country is the nation and family of God. The Lord wanted me to have a wife who came from our family, and it looks like he had to go to Africa and another race to find her.

Until this month, I had no idea what a woman was supposed to be like. I had some intellectual beliefs based on the Bible, but I had almost no personal exposure to women who had it together. If you think I was picky before this month, you wouldn’t believe how picky I am now. If things didn’t work out between me and Rebecca, I would become a rapid-fire rejection gun. I wouldn’t struggle for days to make the wrong woman work. I would drop her in the first 10 minutes and be glad I got away.

I was a fool when I was young, and I delayed God’s help for many years. I’m very grateful to him for removing the curses. If you’re young, read what I’m writing. You need God to bring you a wife he chose, and if your fiancee makes you feel trapped, she didn’t come from God. Things will get exponentially worse if you marry her.

Ladies, I suggest you ramp up your game. What Rebecca is doing works.

If you want to comment and say I offended you, all I can say is that you wasted a great opportunity to make your dreams come true. Correction is what you make of it.

Courtship not Slowing Down

Someone asked for an update on my love life (which now exists) in a comment. Here I am to fill the need.

I just got off video chat with the Zambian lady. I will call her Rebecca in order to avoid putting her first name on the web. We now have a ministry of intercession, so we interceded for friends and family. Update: I interrupted writing this paragraph to take a call from one of the people we interceded for. The call from Rebecca was over. My buddy Mike is here, so we interceded and prayed in agreement with him.

Lot of intercession going on.

Rebecca and I still talk all the time. I am not sure why any woman would prefer seeing me on video to hearing my voice, but video is what we do. We have not gotten tired of each other. We are not having arguments. We continue to have long prayer sessions in the morning. We are working on getting together.

I’m not sure what we could learn about each other in person that would be bad enough to convince us we were wrong about each other when communicating remotely. It just seems like it would be imprudent to go straight from video chat to engagement and marriage.

We are getting revelations that intertwine and support each other. A lot of it seems to be about the principle of rapture. The rapture isn’t just an event; the event is the end of a process in which people get closer to God. It’s starting to look like God has higher ground on his mind. It appears he wants us together so we will be stronger in this hostile world, and it also appears he wants to move Rebecca out of Zambia because it’s a hotbed of witchcraft. The things that are coming to us suggest I live on higher ground, so she should come here and get some relief.

She had a dream in which God lifted her up to the ceiling of the sky. It was made of something that was like water, but it was alive, and it seemed golden. It was just above her, and she could see through it. She felt God was holding her up and would not let her fall. That seems to be a picture of life just before the rapture. The chosen would still be in this world, but spiritually, they would be just below the floor of heaven, ready to be taken up. People who say they’ve seen heaven claim the streets are made of transparent gold.

God has given me revelations which are different but consistent with hers.

That’s about all I can tell you. My passport is in the works, and we are trying to get God to guide us as to where and when we should meet. She didn’t turn out to be a scammer, a gold digger, or an immigration hustler. I didn’t turn out to be a predator obsessed with black women, an adulterer, or a fraud.

It’s still hard for me to believe so much has happened, especially when it happened so quickly. It’s astounding when God makes big things happen in a hurry.

Dubai??

Today, having finished exploring the topic of whether I would have to use cattle to pay for my African bride, I did more travel research and tentatively concluded we would have to have our first date in Dubai.

As I told a friend earlier, I don’t know why I haven’t been offered a reality show.

Oh, wait. There is one reason. I believe in God and traditional morals. I don’t think the History Channel’s guilty, virtue-displaying white executives would want to give a show to a guy who says Sports Illustrated is wrong for trying to make normal (i.e. heterosexual) men lust after other men in women’s swimsuits.

I thought we could meet in Israel, but Israel is out of the office at the moment. I thought Sweden would work, because the Swedes didn’t lose their grip on reality when covid hit, but I am now seeing signs that Sweden is closed, too. The various websites contradict each other.

Dubai is not my idea of a great tourist destination. My understanding is that there are hot deserts there, rimmed by artificial land created via dredging, and that all you get to see there are skyscrapers, restaurants, and beaches. And my Zambian lady can’t swim.

It occurred to me today that it’s like Vegas without casinos.

Still, it should be interesting and very comfortable, and it’s not expensive. The food and hotels are supposed to be very good. She says KFC is much better in Dubai than Zambia. Zambians go there and then hit social media to talk about how good KFC is.

She says I can go to Zambia. They have a 14-day quarantine, but she says it’s not enforced. The reason? Zambia.

I still can’t believe Sports Illustrated is doing that. They’re trying to convince millions of men (actually, with current circulation figures, hundreds) that homosexuality is normal because some of them become aroused by photographs of men who have been surgically altered and Photoshopped to look like women. Sorry, leftists. It does not work that way. If a man is only attracted to other men when they look nearly exactly like women, he’s not a homosexual, and that becomes obvious when he finds out the truth and loses his lunch.

If you want to prove it’s normal for men to lust after other men in bathing suits, put Lebron James in the swimsuit issue. See how that goes.

The guys who see no problem with drag models, and who lecture the rest of us, are simply men who don’t realize they’re gay. If you know your partner is a man, and you can see the signs, and you’re fine with it, you’re a homosexual. Don’t tell the rest of us what we want.

My passport application is filed. No idea how long that will take. I have read that I can have Washington speed it up once I have tickets.

My lady has bar exams coming up, and she needs to buckle down in May in order to do well. That means if we miss an April launch window, we’re in trouble. If God wants us to get together, it will happen. I hope he does, because video chat is a very poor substitute for meeting in person.

I am not optimistic about the world’s immediate future, so I wonder if we should be waiting around. If travel becomes impossible after our date, how will we seal the deal? I think the apocalypse is starting, and if it is, then we will see more plagues, including plagues of war and lack, not just disease. Travel could become a real problem.

It’s not my job to fight the battles directly, though, so I won’t worry. I will maintain a good prayer life and expect help from above.

We still pray together every day, for a long time. We’re doing intercession, not just praying for ourselves. A friend of mine thinks spirits are infecting his house, so we are fighting for him. I’m sure he’s right. It’s tremendous, having a powerful partner to work with.

I made Miss Zambia’s picture my phone’s wallpaper. It keeps startling me. I’m used to seeing a photo of a horse, but now it’s an unusually beautiful woman, and I actually know her. I didn’t download a picture of Tyra Banks. Who would not look quite as good, to be honest.

I don’t know how things could get any stranger, but 2020 taught me not to rule anything out.

Israel Lets me Down in my Time of Need

Today (March 15) I went to get a duplicate driver’s license. I have to have a passport if I’m going to travel to Israel to meet the Zambian sweet potato, and I need a photocopy of my driver’s license and old passport to get a new passport.

On Friday, I got my license out and put it in my pocket by itself. I wanted to make sure I knew exactly where it was when I started working on the passport. I spent quite a while trying to scan my old passport. I had software problems. I gave up and made a copy without scanning it into the PC. Then I looked for the license, and it had vanished.

It’s still gone. The thing that drives me crazy is knowing it’s in this house and I can’t find it.

They gave me ticket number 52 when I got to the tax collector’s office. I wasn’t paying attention, so I thought it said 62. I got up when they called that number, a good long time after I had arrived. The lady who actually had 62 was not happy with me. Fortunately they let me get back in line ahead of number 63.

Today we passed a major milestone. We didn’t spend an irresponsibly long time video chatting. Finally. I was afraid we would do it every day until the world fell apart around us.

I knew there had to come a time when we would be able to bear time apart. Most couples get really, really good at it. Maybe now we’ll be able to get a few things done.

It has been hard to figure out what to do. Things developed so quickly. Should I ship her here right away so we could get to know each other face-to-face and make sure where we want to go forward? Good idea, but it takes time to get a visa. Should we meet in Israel for the same purpose? Also a good idea, but my passport will take time to arrive.

It all boils down to time. Which of these things can we do fastest? She will be busy in May, so we need to try to get together in April.

I think I could get a passport by the first week of April, based on what I’ve read. I think I should try to do that. I’ll need evidence of plans to travel. I may have to buy a ticket for myself. If I do, what happens if the State Department doesn’t come through in time? Can I get a refund? Can I get refunds for her airfare and travel expenses? I don’t know. I have to find out.

What about coronavirus? Will I have to be tested in order to travel? What if I fail? Do I have to eat my ticket, stay home, and text her about her great Israel trip?

I should Google.

Okay, Googling over.

It’s not a pretty picture. Israel is closed. Even the Messiah can’t get a visa. You have to qualify to enter under a short list of exceptions, and neither of us will make the cut.

Europe is not good. I looked at Greece, as an example. Closed.

What if I go to Zambia? No problem, except they’ll make me stay in quarantine for 14 days. Forget that.

Mexico will work, as will South Africa. Sweden might work. South Africa requires a 35-hour trip for me. Neither she nor I would need a visa.

Okay, here’s the obvious question: what are we supposed to do with our time in South Africa? We are Christians, so the answer you’re thinking of is not an option. I guess we could go around looking at lions and elephants. Not that exciting for an African girl.

What do tourists do in Sweden? I think they look at fjords and go home. Nothing ever happened in Sweden. The Swedish Empire never ruled half the world. No saviors were born there. America never had a revolution and broke off from Sweden. There are no Swedish pyramids. They have no alps. What do people do?

Greece is very interesting. Actually, it’s probably a lot more interesting to me than to anyone who grew up in Africa. Anyway, it’s closed. Like Wally World in Family Vacation. The muse out front should have told you.

I didn’t know any of these obstacles existed, but then I don’t do a lot of international travel.

What kind of lives can we have, if this craziness continues? Would we find ourselves sitting around the house together until Jesus came? Of course, a lot of other people have been living that way for over a year, so I suppose it wouldn’t be an unusual punishment serious enough to make two people avoid marriage. I suppose we sit around the house most of the time now, except we’re not together.

This would only be the first phase of our international moves. Even if we got together and became convinced we should keep going forward, we would still have to go through this again for the marriage. What will the travel picture be like a few months from now? What if coronavirus variants have run amok by then, essentially ending international travel? Would it still be possible to get a fiancee visa?

Is it too late for us? Is anyone else out there still getting married?

Who cares? Worrying is pointless, so I won’t do it. If God wants us together, nothing can stop us.

World’s Least Probable Romance Still Going Strong

I guess I should blog a little more about my impending purchase, and by that I mean my Zambian wife.

No, I have not proposed. But we are moving forward fast, and we are talking about things that have to be done if we keep it up.

It now appears nearly certain that I will have to buy her. If you think you’ve had weird days in your life, wait till you blog about buying a person. It’s hard to top.

She does not want to pay her relatives. She feels they have not been as gracious as they should in the past. She also wants to do the right thing, however, and she is concerned that refusing to pay may be an omission, rooted in bittnerness, which is not God’s will. She is concerned about the scandal.

After praying, we are both inclined to think we should just pay them off.

The good news is that the fee should be lower than her airfare to the US.

In order to avoid creating a scandal in Zambia, we may have to create one here. Like I care.

According to custom, her family is supposed to take part of the cow windfall and put it toward a month of sex and submission lessons for her. I don’t really know what to say about that. It wasn’t my idea. Before the relationship began, I would have been happy to be able to say, “My wife isn’t a giant pain in the butt every single day.” That would have been sufficient. I certainly didn’t expect a prospective bride to get professional wife lessons.

I do not plan to take husband lessons. I have been enduring raging, continuous, tone-deaf, sexist, feminist abuse and mind control for roughly half a century, so I think anything about me that needs to be corrected has already been addressed. It would be more appropriate to give me anti-feminist deprogramming lessons. The garbage they teach has ruined relations between the sexes. Nearly everything they tell us about women is a lie. No wonder we don’t know how to handle them.

I am told Americans like to butt into African culture and try to repair it. Our government uses aid dollars as pry bars to force change, and Africans resent it. It may well be that Obama and/or Clinton tried to turn Africa into a feminist utopia. I don’t know, because I don’t pay attention to stories about insane, intrusive liberal foreign policy. In any case, a Zambian marriage means paying for a wife and giving her sex lessons, irrespective of our government’s wishes.

I have written a letter inviting her to the US. This is needed so our State Department will grant her a visa. If her team approves it, I will have to send it to her place of work via DHS. The mail in Zambia doesn’t work. Big surprise there.

In these letters, you can’t say you are thinking about marriage, because the government will think your visitor will remain in the US. On the other hand, when you want a visa after you’re engaged, you get special treatment, even though it’s obvious the person will remain here. The special document is called a “fiancee visa.”

Tell me how that makes sense. Being in love is a problem, but being engaged is a big help.

We keep praying together every morning, as if it’s a routine thing we have been doing all our lives. We just fell into it, instantly. There is no pushing or prodding. I wake up and send her a text, and we’re off. It’s the most important thing we do.

When we video chat, we both say the same thing: it’s as if we’ve been doing it for years. I feel like I’m continuing something I started with her decades ago.

We’ve found some things we disagree on. She doesn’t like used furniture. I don’t want her to cut her hair. These are the major chasms that obstruct our romance. Other than that, our relationship is a continuous series of strong agreements.

Don’t get the idea she’s just agreeing after I tell her things. Women are famous for pretending to be what you want, only until the ring goes on. Then you’re caught, like an animal in a trap, and in order to get free, you have to chew off your house and retirement account. She talks a lot more than I do, and very often, I’m the one to interrupt to say how strongly I agree.

To sum things off, I feel like I stepped onto a bullet train that was already in motion. No red flags. No games. No walking on eggs. No effort. This is the kind of relationship I always dreamed of, but I didn’t think it could really happen in modern America. Modern American romance is sleazy, even when people think it’s classy. Thinking it’s classy is the saddest part.

I’m glad I’m not talking to a yoga-loving, Biden-voting, walking tattoo gallery who asks her slutty, unfulfilled, man-hating girlfriends how to play me. I said “slutty.” Slutty, slutty, slutty. It’s a good word. We don’t use it enough. America is full of women who are crying out for someone to have a spine and call them out on their errors.

I’m also glad I’m not interviewing with someone who wants to be my new mom so she can tell me what to eat, set my bedtime, “correct” my opinions, and wash my mouth out with gluten-free soap when I say things like “snowflake” or “semiauto.” My mom is dead. I loved her. I will not abide a new one.

It appears I have someone I can pour love into without being penalized. This is what I have always wanted. Maybe America is just not the place to look for wives. Maybe there are countries which produce good husbands, and countries which produce good wives, and they need to be connnected.

I have a lot to be grateful for. More than I ever imagined possible.

If things work out, it will be the most impressive proof of God’s greatness since the parting of the Red Sea. If not, it will simply confirm that I make mistakes.

Never Tell me I’m not the Romantic Type

Time for the latest news about my online matchmaking saga.

As always, I assume people will be waiting to hear that the rose-colored glasses have come off, I have realized Ms. Zambia was only after my money and a trip to America, and I have given her her walking papers.

Get ready to be disappointed. God is very good.

We now have a pattern. Every day, when my prayers start, I text her. She’s already up when I wake because of the time difference. I think it’s July in Zambia. There is nothing like having a strong Christian woman to pray with. A person who has no prayer partner is like a walled city with gaps in the walls. I have needed this for a very long time.

We don’t just pray. We talk about supernatural events. Monday, and Tuesday, I saw things while I was praying. I don’t mean I saw them as though they were real. They popped into my mind. Sometimes things like that come from God. Because I had her, I was able to describe them to her and see if God told her anything about them. We also prayed God would tell me about a vision he gave her last month.

Yesterday, after prayer, I started speaking in tongues and interpreting, and I ran the results by her as I went. We went about two hours.

She came back very quickly with scriptures supporting the words that came to me. Sometimes, they were the same scriptures I had thought of. Other times, she turned my attention to scriptures that hadn’t come to mind. I could not be more impressed.

Most Christians don’t know or understand much. They think Christianity means going to church so God won’t send you to hell, or being nice so God won’t send you to hell, or being forgiven once a week so you can start sinning again as soon as you hit the parking lot. They’re not really Christians. They worship niceness. Actual Christians who go online looking for love hate it when someone’s description says, “Spiritual, but not religious.” It’s a proclamation of willful ignorance.

I want someone who isn’t ignorant. They are exceptions. I see why Proverbs says the price of a virtuous woman is far above rubies. Even if it’s measured in Zambian sirloin.

She likes the way the Bible characterizes a wife as a helper. She says “helper” doesn’t mean “helpless.” That’s exactly right. If a woman isn’t powerful, she can’t be a helper. You have to be strong in order to help anyone.

America is full of women who like calling themselves strong in spite of their total lack of supernatural strength. The weakest women call themselves strong.

Being obnoxious and pushy and having a chip on your shoulder for men are not strength. It poisons the woman and rots the life of any man she latches onto.

I ransacked the first floor of my house yesterday, looking for my passport. No luck. Today while we talked, I asked her to pray about it. Then she had to attend a Zoom class. I asked God to help me find the passport. I walked over to a table with a lot of papers on it, moved a couple of things, picked up an envelope, reached inside it, and took the passport out.

If you don’t have your expired passport, it takes forever to get a new one. They assume you sold your old one to terrorists or to Mexican criminals who haven’t learned Biden will let anyone cross the border. Because I have the old one, I can make a plane reservation today and leave in about two weeks.

The plan is to meet in a third country to see how the relationship holds up.

As for marriage itself, there is a very serious possibility I will end up buying her for several cows. I discussed this here already. She doesn’t want me to do it, but she has concerns about making a stink in Zambia, and she doesn’t want problems with unforgiveness toward her dad’s family.

I have learned a lot about Zambia. Over there, when women want to put each other down, they brag about how submissive they are. They compete to see who is the best wife.

I am not making this up.

When a woman becomes engaged, someone pays a female trainer to consult with her and teach her how to be good in bed.

I don’t know why no one has made a movie about this. The comedy potential is endless.

I love how this is working out. I can’t wait for the day when leftists finally put me on trial for all my imaginary crimes. My list of confessions will be amazing.

1. “I bought my YOUNGER FOREIGN BLACK wife, who is very beautiful, with several cattle, and I framed the receipt.”

2. “I routinely call her ‘my little post-colonial cocoa bean,'” and she actually likes it.

3. “When she texts, she calls me her king.”

4. “She sent me a monkey emoji, and I told her it was my favorite picture of her.”

Heads will detonate like grenades.

My buddy Mike has a son who married a black girl who has gone way off into the BLM bush. I keep begging Mike to tell him what’s happening. I want him to film it so I can watch.

I am trying to find out what Zambian cattle weigh. It looks like American calves run about 600 pounds when they sell. Assuming the same thing is true in Africa, the latest price for a pound of Zambian cow on the hoof puts the cost at $360. That means one wife should come in at around $3600, which seems pretty high to me. I got a really nice used tool grinder for less than half of that.

It occurs to me that my remarks could result in American men stampeding to woo Zambian girls for all the wrong reasons. It sounds like marrying a Zambian is a pretty sweet deal.

If you’re a single American woman, perhaps it will be helpful to see what the competition is up to.

I just sent the following email:

It looks like cattle here in the US run about 600 pounds (272 KG) at sale, and the Zambian price is about $.60 per pound, so I am thinking a cow must run about $360. This would put you in the $3600 range, making you expensive yet considerably cheaper than a nice riding lawnmower.

Getting my passport renewed can take as little as two weeks, but in order to do it that fast, I have to have airline tickets. I am looking into Israel package deals. You might want to check on the cost of flights to the US, as well as the time required to get a visa, but Israel sounds very good to me.

She responded: “Glad to know I’m cheaper than your lawnmower.”

My reply: “Yes. Let’s not be extravagant.”

That’s all I have for now. I have to coordinate with my tiny subequatorial turnip. Prayers for guidance appreciated.

My Horse, my Ox, my Ass, my Anything

Dating and engagements are full of ups and downs, especially when you’re dealing with a person from a foreign country. Today I was surprised to learn that if I want to bring a Zambian lady home, I will be expected to buy her.

Apparently, her family will expect a ransom of somewhere in the neighborhood of 10 cows. Her sister went for 7, but her brother in law had good negotiators, and her sister didn’t have a college degree, so she was a budget bride.

I told her to tell them my opening offer was three chickens. I said that when I haggled, I believed in starting low.

I said to make sure she told them I was talking top of the line chickens. Nobody wants to sound cheap.

I told her to remind them she eats a lot and is no good for pulling a plow.

Art of the deal, baby. Four years of Trump taught me some things.

The cattle would go to her dad’s relatives because she’s an orphan with no older brother. She feels they would be getting something for nothing.

I asked her what men were worth She said, “Nothing. Men are useless.”

I find the idea of buying her very appealing, even if I don’t really have to do it. I just want to have a framed receipt for buying a wife. I want to be able to tell American women I bought her. I want to watch their heads detonate.

I think it would be fun to do an act for strangers, where I give her commands like a dog. “Woman! COME!” “Yes, master.” ” Now HEEL.” “Yes, exalted one.”

It would be a riot during the 15 or so seconds of life I would have before an American woman murdered me. The Proud Boys would build a statue of me.

Now that I know how hard it is to get into the United States unless you’re a Mexican criminal, I have been looking into ways for us to get together. I could try to bring her here for visit, but we’re not sure if it will work. My buddy Mike had suggested another option: a third country that doesn’t care who goes in or out. Specific destination: Cancun.

Ms. Zambia had another idea: Israel. The perfect tourist destination for Christians, and a place I have longed to revisit since my kibbutz days. I thought the suggestion was brilliant. Israel is relatively close to Zambia, and they need tourists.

Mike is still pushing Cancun. It’s where he goes for dental work. He says you can live in a top hotel there for $200 per week. I tried to explain that frugality was not the point. We found out what it costs to fly from Zambia to Cancun, and that chilled the discussion. It is not cheap.

What if I just scrapped the whole idea and started dating a violent Mexican drug queen? Whenever she wanted to see me, she could just walk into El Paso, and I could pick her up.

I didn’t realize how hard it was to get foreigners permission to visit America. I had told her I planned to have her shipped in a crate. I said it would be a very nice crate with snacks. Looks like it’s not that simple. She has to be interviewed, vetted, waterboarded, and so on. Illegals have it easy.

How much weirder can my life get? Whatever the answer is, I say bring it on. This is so much better than anything anyone I know is doing. Anyone who thinks God doesn’t have a sense of humor hasn’t been paying attention.

Can You Please me Even More Obvious?

In case you’re wondering if all the talk of the Antichrist and the war on Christianity is just conspiracy babble, I have news for you. I sent an email today, and I learned some things.

Yahoo Mail has no Jesus emoji. It has no cross emoji. It has no ichthys emoji.

It does have the star of David and the Muslim crescent.

When you type in “Christ,” it gives you two Christmas trees, a present, a snowman, and Santa Claus.

Nice try, tech kiddies, but you will never get rid of Christianity or the living God who created you. You are here for an instant, and then you’re forgotten. Jesus will endure forever.