Those men in black, men with religion, are frightening to those without. (The man pictured here is an actor portraying Thomas Cromwell, chancellor of King Henry the Eighth). I do not see very many men of religion around these days. On the street where I live, nobody but me goes to church, to services. Instead they sleep in, rise around ten, and perform chores for the Missus. For the welfare people in the welfare house down the street, Sunday is still a special day: they get up around noon. So where are all those dreadful Christians our atheist elites keep warning us about? The church I go to is one of two of my denomination in the City of Toronto. We are easily outnumbered by safe injection sites, designated prostitute walks, rainbow flag bath houses, and state funded gang banger transition centers. I see no Christian peril on those few hours of the day when it is safe to walk the streets. Instead I am left with the realization that the media is using the specter of Christianity to scare the faithless majority into paying taxes, indulgence in distracting pleasures of the flesh, and keeping off the streets just long enough to be safe, but not long enough to not go to work.
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Who am I to preach? I am a sinner. Better you should approach the Lord in prayer, study his scriptures, or take counsel with wiser men whose reputations are unbesmirched with evil or use words constructed with German grammar.
If you could read the future, would you like what you see? Days of tribulation are coming. Study your scripture, go direct to the source for good advice: pray, pray for the safety of your family, pray for your friends, pray over your flocks. Grasp firmly to the iron rod that is the handrail to salvation.
Now as for kicking sinners in the face, stepping on their hands so they fall into the bubbling lime pits of Communism, well, I will stray away from heresy and keep my actions to myself.
Sunday morning, a time to reflect in bed. Just for a few moments. It is quiet in the house. Nobody is stirring. The baby does not cry, the dog does not bark, and the cat is not barfing up a fur mouse. You can think, plan, reflect, and project. This day is for Set, the Snake God. The Christians own it no more. Linger in bed, digesting the past, and hungering for the future.
Are you filled with fear of the Lord? Can you stand before yourself in your most intimate moments, stare yourself in the face in the mirror and say that being on The Final Decision Makers squish list in this life, let alone the next? Burning in Hell is bad enough, but are you going to be sent to Hell in a slow, painful way?
If you have had the advantage of a Christian education, you know that prayer always begins with thanks. You thank the Good Lord Above for the many things that have come your way, the many good things. After you give thanks, you share your thoughts with the All Mighty. And then you make some requests. You pray over what you have, your flocks and fields it says in the language of scripture. You pray for a good crop and plenty of lambs. And you remind yourself of all the good things the Lord of Hosts has done for you in the past.
And this week, in your prayers, I want you to pray to the Lord of Hosts to keep the many, mighty hosts that he is gathering away from your flocks and fields. For the Lord of Hosts does not much like some things. He does not like false gods raised up before him. He has a proven track record of annihilation and obliteration. Around you there are blasphemers, apostates, heretics, and socialists. If these three horrible winters have not waken them up to their perfidy, then the earthquakes, typhoons, and plagues to come will sweep them away. This is good. But mind that you have taken the good counsel of the Supreme Commander of the Angelic Hosts and either stay away or pitch in to the slaughter that is about to become.