Stick With It

Right now, I’m listening to a Tom Fischer video about our purpose. Earth is a disgusting place full of astounding agony and injustice, and heaven is a place of eternal joy, peace, safety, and victory, so why doesn’t God take us there as soon as we receive salvation? The answer is in the Bible, which says he leaves us here to reach others.

A Christian is supposed to be an ambassador, and his body is supposed to be an embassy. An embassy is a building which stands in one nation and belongs to another. The ground under it is considered part of the other nation, and the other nation’s laws apply there. That’s what a Christian should look like. A Christian’s body houses an agent of a foreign government, and within us, that government is supposed to be sovereign.

I don’t think about this as much as I should. Christianity is promoted to us primarily as a way to get our problems solved, and we have plenty of problems, so most of us never reach the point where we devote most of our energy to advancing God’s kingdom. We’re always trying to fix things like family dysfunction, poverty, and cancer. It’s not easy to focus on pulling other people into the lifeboat while we’re busy bailing.

I should write more about God.

Yesterday I got a big reward. A young friend of mine left the ghetto and got himself a music scholarship at the University of Miami, and since then, I’ve been doing what I can to help him succeed. Primarily, I’ve been telling him about the tools and weapons God has given me. Prayer in tongues, blessing, cursing, cutting off the unequal yokings in our lives…things like that.

This week he contacted me and said he was discouraged. He didn’t know if he could succeed. He received a scholarship, but they didn’t give him money to live on, and the money they paid him for working in the band wasn’t sufficient, so he has had to hustle and work. As a result, he had to take incompletes in some courses.

I wrote him an email and reminded him he already had the tools for the job. I told him he needed to make time for prayer in tongues no matter what. I told him he had to get rid of the unequal yokings in his life. He’s black, and I’m sorry to say it, but black people are surrounded by a lot of individuals who are poisonous. They are pumped full of leftist gibberish and identity politics. They are coerced to identify with a race instead of the body of Christ. I told him to stay away from leftism and BLM.

He called me last night, and I assumed he wanted to tell me about his problems. Instead, he thanked me for the email and told me how it was paying off. He said he was getting his prayer life together, using the power of blessing and cursing, and putting things in God’s hands as his problems confronted him.

He had taken an exam. It intimidated him. He remembered what to do. He spoke defeat to the difficulty of the questions, and he remembered to do it during the exam. He asked God for help. He waited and let God give him the answers. It worked.

That really touched me. I went from algebra ignoramus to grad student in a top physics program in under 4 years. I eventually quit physics and took up law, which is infinitely easier. I had problems in grad school because I was burned out, and I was doped up on ADD drugs that made it impossible for me to eat and sleep. I had no one on my side. I was away from God, so when I prayed, I felt as if I were praying from within a dark cistern made of brass. The prayers seemed to bounce off the ceiling. Actually, they did bounce off.

Even though I was in rebellion, I had one good tool, and I failed to use it. When you study physics, often you get extremely hard problems. Professors will assign problems they, themselves, can’t solve. I spent a lot of long nights going in circles, trying to find answers. Eventually, I learned that if I closed my eyes and thought about other things, the answers came to me, but I could never make myself do it consistently, so I quit.

My friend is doing what I couldn’t make myself do. He is giving up pride and letting God give him victory. I wish I had done that myself, but at least I managed to help someone else do it.

It’s strange, but it seems like most of my friends are helpless. They have all sorts of problems. They struggle financially. Some have problems with transportation. They have family issues they can’t beat. When I need help, there is very little they can do for me, but I am able to do them considerable good, with virtually no sacrifice on my part.

I know that anyone who listens to me will cease being helpless. I didn’t save myself or bless myself. I don’t think most of my friends understand that I am not special. They think I have special abilities, or that I’m such a great person, God does more for me than he does for other people. In short, they seem to have swallowed a lot of toxic nonsense.

Everyone can be blessed. Everyone. You don’t have to be a saint. You don’t have to be smart. You don’t have to be white. You just have to do what God tells you to do. Get baptized with the Holy Spirit. Pray in tongues as much as you can stand to, every day. Read the Bible. Listen to Christians who are blessed, not liars and confidence artists. Cut your ties to people who don’t serve God; just cut them off, and quit whining and making excuses. Get to know real Spirit-led Christians. Confess and repent, daily. Quit complaining to God as though he owed you something; you deserve hell, so whatever you’re getting is a bonus. You really do deserve hell. Stop defending yourself. Finally, give up pride and get used to giving your problems to God and waiting for his help. Pride in your own abilities is sin.

Read the above paragraph and apply it, and you’ll be fine. You really will. It’s all you need. Take care of the things I wrote about above, and God will handle the rest.

Your race isn’t your savior. Your political party isn’t your savior. Self-esteem isn’t your panacea; it’s a poison that will eventually destroy you. Psychiatric drugs aren’t the answer. Self-help books won’t get the job done. You need to give yourself COMPLETELY to God and follow HIS program. He has a program, and now you know what it is.

When you have problems you can’t overcome, it’s because you failed to do one or more of the things I just told you to do. There is no point in asking why. You already know, and you know how to fix things, so get to it.

Do things your own way, or according to the tenets of backward denominations who reject the Holy Spirit and scripture, and you will live as the tail and not the head. That’s just how it is. You can’t force Catholicism or other man-made doctrines to work. God will not have it.

You don’t need me or any other person to help you. Depending on me is the height of idiocy. I have done too many stupid things to number. I am not reliable. Submit to God, do things his way, and he will make your life work.

I hate it when people tell me I’ve done things for them which I have not done. I don’t change people’s hearts. I don’t heal anyone. I haven’t used my amazing mind to figure out how to get blessed. I was an idiot, and God told me a few things, and now I pass them on. I was tired of living with my own screw-ups, so I reluctantly listened to God.

Anyone who credits me with things God has done is speaking for Satan and putting me in danger. God owns the glory, and it’s a disgrace to me when someone praises me for what he does. It can provoke God to act against me, and it’s a form of idolatry. Wood and stone idols are better than human ones. At least they haven’t sinned habitually and disgraced themselves.

I can’t wait to see the future blessings that will unfold in my young friend’s life. I’m going to have at least one friend who isn’t helpless.