Yes, he Does Have a Right to It

The further along in Christianity I get, the more I realize Christians are in a special class of privileged people.

When I was a kid, I thought I had to suffer in church for an hour a week to get to heaven. That was about all I knew. Later on, I learned about faith. I didn’t know I was supposed to give myself completely to Jesus, however, and I didn’t know God would work miracles for me as a matter of routine. Eventually, I realized God would do a lot of things for me. It took me a while to understand that it was important to get his help doing what he wanted, not in fulfilling tawdry desires.

At some point, God showed me that I had to be sanctified. I couldn’t do what everyone else did. I had to repent. I had to get cleansed of demons and iniquities. I realized that there was a connection between the things I did and the way my life went. I started getting cleaned up, and it certainly helped, but when I stumbled, I overestimated how much it hurt my relationship with God. I felt that it set me back much more than it actually did.

I started noticing that God’s presence, and the sense that I was approved, were very strong right after I sinned and repented. I felt like I should be in the doghouse for a while, but there he was, unmistakably. It was hard to accept. It was as if he had forgotten all about what I had done.

I punished myself, but he was moving ahead as if nothing had happened.

I should have realized he wanted to move on. When I have a problem with a person, and that person repents and apologizes, I don’t want to hear about it any more. I just want to resume the relationship. If I’m that good, then surely God has to be better.

My dad and my sister were very different. You could tell my dad you were sorry 50 times, and he would continue yelling as if you had told him to kiss your rear end. He changed toward the end of his life, when God reached him. My sister is still angry at me for things I did when I was in elementary school.

I’m finally starting to understand that it’s about who I am, not what I do, say, or think. As long as I don’t deny God and quit, he lets offenses go pretty much instantly. As far as I can tell, he doesn’t punish me.

I watch teachers who talk about sonship. They keep saying we’re sons and daughters of God. We’re not just servants. I know these things, but lately they’ve been penetrating deeper.

Back in April, God gave me a sentence: “Thank you for making me nobility.”

That sounds proud, doesn’t it? But it also sounded proud when Jesus told old priests and rabbis he was the son of God.

Nobles are generally heirs. Real nobles, I mean. I don’t mean rock stars who get phony knighthoods from the queen of England. In the old days, a person who did something for a monarch would be made a noble, and after that, his descendants would be nobles by inheritance, no matter how stupid or obnoxious they were. Those people went on to rule over individuals who, in many cases, were much smarter and more capable than they were. It was not a meritocracy.

God was telling me I was in line to receive all sorts of good things as a birthright, whether I deserved them or not. I was born a second time, into his family. After that, I was an heir, and I was destined to receive things I had not earned.

The other side of the coin is obligation. A noble is supposed to keep high standards and take care of the people he lives among.

God wasn’t telling me I got to brag and push other people around. He was just telling me I would be more blessed than other people, and that I should maintain higher standards than others.

The other day, I was thinking about this, and I used Google to read about employees who had problems with their boss’s children. It was fascinating. All over the web, there are people fuming because their bosses put up with bad workplace behavior from their kids. They actually go to forums and ask other people what can be done about it. The answer, almost always, is “nothing.”

Of course you can’t do anything about it. The boss built his business so he could make his kids rich. The business isn’t yours. You just work there. You’re actually an instrument the boss uses to give his kids things you seem to deserve more than they do.

If you hate the boss’s son for getting better treatment than you do, you’re as wrong as you can be. You’re working in the boss’s son’s business. It already belongs to him, even if he doesn’t own it legally yet. You need to learn your place.

Jesus was the ultimate boss’s son. People think he knew everything God knew and had all of God’s power as soon as he was born, but that’s not true. He was a man who had to live by faith. Jesus the man didn’t earn God’s power while he was in human form, and he wasn’t born with it. It just dropped on him. God helped him all the time. He couldn’t fail. God didn’t let him.

The book of Job says the sons of God were gathered, and Satan was among them. It doesn’t say he was a son of God, however. Just that he was “also” there. He’s not a son of God. He belongs to a lower class of being. He’s an angel. I’m sure God loves angels, but they’re employees, not sons. God created the world for Jesus and his other children to rule. There was no path to that promotion for any angel, no matter how beautiful, wise, hard-working, or faithful.

The Bible says Christians will judge the angels. That means we are above them. Psalm 82 says we are “elohim.” That means we are gods.

In the Bible, “family” and “nation” mean nearly the same thing, and men are like nations because they can give rise to families. When Abel was killed, God said Abel’s “bloods,” plural, cried out to him from the earth. Some believe this means that in God’s eyes, Cain had killed a nation in Abel.

Abraham paid a tithe to Melchizedek. Hebrews says Levi, a descendant of Abraham, tithed through Abraham, because he was a seed in Abraham’s loins when the tithe was paid. You can see how strongly God views the connection between ancestor and descendant.

We are literally God’s children, and that’s why we get away with so much. It’s why we are spared so many things that happen to other people. The big calamities of the world are for them, not us. No wonder the world hates us.

I have come to understand two things: I have to agree that the good things that happen to me in spite of myself are completely appropriate and good, and I have to agree that the bad things that happen to people who reject Jesus are also completely appropriate and good. I will certainly feel compassion for the cursed, but I can’t criticize God for what befalls them. He is right to let it happen and even to make it happen. He sees everything, and only he knows what’s right. If he were to explain it, we would all agree.

God’s favoritism makes perfect sense. If you build a fortune for your son, you will bend over backwards to see that he gets it. You will be more patient with him than anyone else. You will forgive more. You will give him bigger rewards for the same work. It’s not evil. It’s the way things are supposed to be. We are supposed to look after our offspring and give them preference.

If you were living in the Warsaw Ghetto, and you knew the Germans were coming to liquidate it, would you build a hiding place, drag your neighbor’s children into it with you, and let your kids die? Of course not. You’d take your own children.

Consider the passover. Every Jew who put blood on his house was spared, along with his entire family. Every firstborn Egyptian died. The mean ones died. The nice ones died. The babies died. It was right. God was looking after Abraham’s seed, who were privileged because of who they were.

When God flooded the world, Noah was spared because he pleased God, but his family was spared simply because they were Noah’s seed. His wife wasn’t his seed, but she was his flesh. It didn’t matter whether his sons were upright people. They were privileged because of their name.

God drowned old people and babies. It was right. He knew what he was doing.

I can’t say why God chooses his children. There are some very, very nice non-Christians out there. The natural thing is to assume God would spare people like that. But that’s wrong. They die and burn forever, and it’s right. When we know all the facts, we’ll understand this.

People always ask why God saves Christians and sends “good people” to hell. There are no good people. No one wants to admit that, but it’s true. God treats Christians as though they were good because they’re his children. He shed his blood giving birth to them so he could preserve them and keep them. Heaven is his house, and he built it for his family, not strangers.

The world is full of envy. The children of failure are building up a white-hot rage toward anyone who seems privileged. White people, Americans, Jews, males, heterosexuals, conservatives, people who are financially comfortable, anyone wearing a red hat…we’re all treated like criminals now.

Satan’s children beat drums in the street and sing and chant about taking what we have (so they can waste it and lose it). They don’t realize two important things: they can’t be blessed, and God’s children can’t be cursed. Take what we have and kill us, and we will live again with better things than you can dream of. Meanwhile, what you took will make you suffer, and you will lose it.

To a child of God, all suffering and loss is short-term, and the same is true of the victories of the children of darkness. Victory can’t stick to them. They repel it.

This stuff is very interesting to me. Churches should teach it, but Satan runs the church, so you have to hear it from the Holy Spirit or catch someone talking about it on Youtube.

Jesus said the end would come when the gospel of the kingdom had been preached everywhere. Kingdoms are transferred through inheritance. They go from fathers to children, not to strangers. The real power of Christianity comes to people who understand that they are sons of God. Obeying rules, doing nice things, and giving preachers money won’t get you anywhere.

I’m not saying it’s not important to do good. I’m saying it’s not what gets you into the family. Doing bad things won’t get you into hell, either. Not if you’re a son.

The only way to make it is to join the family.

The story of creation is the story of a war between races that are also families. One race is the family of God, and the other is the family of Satan. That’s what’s going on. It’s why Cain killed Abel. It’s why there was a flood. It’s why Hitler killed something like half of the Jews. It’s why Haman tried to kill them. It’s why Pharaoh killed Jewish babies. It’s why Herod killed the children in Bethlehem.

It’s why Muslims kill Christians all over the world, and it’s why people who hate us will be killing us in America, with no repercussions, before long.

You can find more proof in the Bible. The destruction of Sodom, the massacres under Joshua…go look.

I never give anything to charities that aren’t related to Christianity in some way. Why should I? God isn’t behind that stuff. It’s just Satan’s children doing PR, to make the world think righteousness is unrelated to God. I don’t mean they don’t want to do good. They’re just deluded.

I don’t support scouting. I walk right by the cookies. I don’t care how cute the kids are. The Girl Scouts and Boy Scouts thumbed their noses at God. I’m not going to support that. Let their organizations rot. Life will go on without them.

I am privileged. I am supposed to be privileged. It’s God’s plan. He gives his children help and power, and I do not have the authority or the desire to go against his plan.

God really will do things for you, and he’ll tell you things. He will bless you silly. You just have to join the family and let him to it his way.

I believe things are going to get very bad in America, and I expect to be subjected to very little of it. I hope God helps people draw close to him and learn who they are. I hope he keeps helping me to accept my identity instead of struggling to help myself.