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When I have a conversation about God with a conscientious objector, there seems to be three main arguments against the Man upstairs: 1) His role- both passive and active in violent/evil actions that we read about in the Bible; 2) some seemingly irrational aspect of the Mosaic Law- like stoning non-virgins or prohibitions against mixing fabrics; and 3) why did God make the devil if He knew he would turn out to be the devil?
The short answer is this: without the devil, you would not know how good you can be. Let me explain.
God did not create “the devil” by the way. He was created an angel- Lucifer the light-bearer- the highest- ranking amongst the created beings of the realm. He chose to become the devil. There are alot of lessons to be learned from the tale of Lucifer- but God did indeed know beforehand how he would ultimately end up and created him anyways. God did indeed know that the role he would fulfill as Satan- murderer from the beginning- was a necessary one in the perfection of man.
This actually is one of those situations, believe it or not, that is well-served by a good old sports analogy.
When I was a young Bondo, I joined the church youth basketball league. It was for 12 to 18 year olds. Our team was all 13 year olds. Our first game was against a team of older kids that had been together a few years. We lost 89-6. Most people understand that is pretty bad. Once we recovered from the shame and embarrassment, which was how long it took to get to the Whataburger down the road, there were some things to think about. Like ‘our team is not good’, ‘losing is no good’, ‘I want to win’ and ‘our team needs to get better’. So we started to practice more. Listened to the coach more. A couple of people quit. We didn’t win any games, but by the end of the season, we were starting to look like a team.
The next season was a little better, we even won a couple of games. We still couldn’t compete with the best, but we didn’t get blasted anymore. And so we kept on practicing, kept on playing, kept on learning the little things it takes to win. We recruited a couple of players along the way.
We kept at it, and our last couple of years we were really good, winning the league both times. We never beat anyone 89-6, but we were undefeated the last season. There was only a couple of teams that could compete with us. We learned that by giving it everything you have, enduring through all the setbacks and disappointments, overcoming obstacles brings a reward in the end- success and victory. You cannot truly appreciate how it feels being the best and what it takes unless you have lost a couple of humiliating embarrassing butt whuppins and have the faith and hope and determination to keep seeking victory. Kind of like the saying ‘you can’t appreciate the sweet without first tasting the bitter.’
When you win or lose by a wide margin, the lessons learned are simple- keep doing what works or start doing things that work. Those games were never really in doubt, no suspense, so the really good lessons that can only be learned in the heat of battle, were missing from these games.
When there are fourteen seconds left in a 66-65 game, that’s when the real lessons are learned. Some people thrive and some wilt. One player will hide behind defenders to make sure the ball doesn’t come to him, or another wild-eyed player will panic and throw the ball right back to you even though he’s open and you got three guys draped on you.
That’s when you learn who to give it to- the guy who calmly sinks the shot because he’s done it a thousand times before in practice. You give it to the guy who’s gonna fearlessly take it to the friggin bucket. That’s how you win.
I know there isn’t much originality to my explanation. It still leaves unanswered questions. I think ultimately it comes down to this: If you didn’t know the treachery and hatred that comes from the devil, you wouldn’t desperately seek the comfort and joy of God’s love.
I know it sounds simplistic and patronizing, but it’s a way of learning through experiencing that teaches remarkably well. When you decide that the fear and anger and hatred the Enemy offers is not the way, it helps you to seek the real reward.
If there was no Hell, nobody would seek Heaven.
Remember when you are down 89-6, this is an opportunity for dramatic improvement. When you are up, be mindful of what it took to overcome and persevere and learn the winning ways. And when it’s 66-66, push that fear and doubt aside, and take it to the hole.
The devil is real and God made him to help you choose Light over Darkness, Love over Hate, Life over Death. He made him so you can learn how good you can be.
that’s the real deal
this week from the youtubes:
Do I believe we are run by the ‘Deep State’?
Let me count the ways. First, you can read the poll yourself and then commentaries from Zero Hedge and Infowars and Rand Paul:
I believe the ‘Deep State’ has always been running something. How much and how far is always correlated with how much good men (and women) push back. Ye olde ‘Resistance’, if you will. How hard we push back determines our quality of life, because what we don’t take, they don’t give. Aka the animating struggle for freedom.
The Deep State has no borders, constitution, appeals court, human rights. They got no human grace, eyes without a face. In the ‘Information Age’ everything is a psychological operation- we are being carpet- bombed with cognitive dissonance. Logic, reason, and truth are all adulterated, manipulated, gone. What remains now rules. The big danger in all this is:
Those who can make you believe absurdities, can make you commit atrocities- Voltaire
Jake Anderson, writing in the Antimedia “Forget the New World Order — Here’s Who Really Runs the World” describes the Deep State thusly:
“For decades, extreme ideologies on both the left and the right have clashed over the conspiratorial concept of a shadowy secret government often called the New World Order pulling the strings on the world’s heads of state and captains of industry.
“The phrase New World Order is largely derided as a sophomoric conspiracy theory entertained by minds that lack the sophistication necessary to understand the nuances of geopolitics. But it turns out the core idea — one of deep and overarching collusion between Wall Street and government with a globalist agenda — is operational in what a number of insiders call the “Deep State.”
In the wake of the 2016 election, the concept of the Deep State has grown into somewhat of a common phrase in the lexicon of alternative media theorists, crossing political boundaries and resonating across the ideological spectrum. Everyone from alt-left socialists to alt-righters now agrees there is an unelected cabal of elite neo-conservative corporatists and crony lawmakers running the geopolitical show.
Because it’s such a complex subject and permeates so many different academic, economic, and state apparatuses, it’s virtually impossible to issue a single, simple definition of the Deep State. If I were to hazard one, I would call it “the nexus of Wall Street and the national security state — a relationship where elected and unelected figures join forces to consolidate power and serve vested interests.” But even that is vague. We could also call it “the failure of our visible constitutional government and the cross-fertilization of corporatism with the globalist war on terror.”
Former Republican congressional aide Mike Lofgren gets more specific with who is involved:
“It is a hybrid of national security and law enforcement agencies: the Department of Defense, the Department of State, the Department of Homeland Security, the Central Intelligence Agency and the Justice Department. I also include the Department of the Treasury because of its jurisdiction over financial flows, its enforcement of international sanctions and its organic symbiosis with Wall Street.”
Lofgren also emphasizes the role of FISA international surveillance courts. This was confirmed in the Donald Trump claiming ‘Obama wire-tapped’ him flap.
Wikileaks and other whistleblowers have confirmed that the Deep State (the New World Order) not only exists, but also that it’s far more sinister and powerful than even the conspiracy theorists were claiming.
The CIA’s hacking abilities and activities began to come to light with Vault 7. Further updates followed in “Year Zero,” “Dark Matter,” “Marble,” “Grasshopper,” “HIVE,” “Weeping Angel,” and “Scribbles.” These documents show the unprecedented collection of cyber vulnerabilities and hacking abilities consolidated within the agency that many believe constitute wide-ranging breaches of civil liberties. Domestic surveillance and extrajudicial cyberhacking, which the Wikileaks documents confirm are taking place in a number of ways:
The CIA can break into Android and iPhone handsets and all kinds of computers; the agency has the ability to hack into Apple iPhones and Android smartphones and actually assume full remote control of the device; the CIA can access consumer smart TVs to listen in on surrounding conversations; the agency looked into ways to hack into cars and crash them, allowing ‘nearly undetectable assassinations’ (an assertion that may be relevant to the Michael Hastings case); the CIA concealed vulnerabilities that could be exploited by hackers from other countries or governments.
if you don’t believe me, believe Ike. It is real.
that’s the real deal
What is a dog that leaves the world a better place?
What is a dog? Canis familiaris, domesticated wolf, man’s best friend.
My daughter brought Chewy home from a friend when he was a puppy. He soon earned the name as he did indeed chew up many things including shoes, toothbrushes, clothes, electronics, books… if he could chew it, he did.
We returned home one evening and the red leather sofa and love seat had been completely stripped bare of red leather. It was quite an impressive destructive feat. Chewy.
We made it through the destructive years, the aggravation and resentment and loss of personal property- those memories fade and are replaced by the love and loyalty and companionship moments.
People have all sorts of opinions about the soul and essence of a dog. Some say the animals have a soul an go over the Rainbow Bridge. Others say, no, intelligent animals, that can be trained, that is all. Dumb animals. That was an attitude of mine quite often, through the years. Chewy helped change that, to see some remarkable things a ‘dumb animal’ could do, which made me realize an ‘intelligent person’ could do better. Sounds alot like saying he made me a better man.
When you were happy, Chewy would rejoice with you. It did not matter what vain and silly moment had brought this joy to his owner- the only thing that mattered- was that you were happy. It did not matter to him what exaggerated temporary crisis was causing you grief and tears, the only thing that mattered to him was your grief and tears. He only cared about the things that really mattered- how you were, the state of your soul. That is quite a lesson to learn.
Chewy gave us love, loyalty, comfort, companionship, kindness- all unwavering. I believe these are gifts eternal.
Many things are done and said for a good man. Tributes and statues, books and poems, honors and memorials. What do we say for a dog that leaves the world a better place?
He was our friend. Goodbye old friend. Until we meet again.
Proverbs 12:10- A righteous man regardeth the life of his beast: but the tender mercies of the wicked are cruel.
and this week from the youtubes:
He was once a cobbler for cabbage farmers and swine herders.
He had arrived in this village when he was a young cobbler- seeking a place that needed a shoemaker. He and his young wife found the village to be good and honest- and in constant need of boots and shoes and slippers. And they always paid- in pigs and cabbages.
Thus, the cobbler had to go to market with his pigs and cabbages- amongst the other swineherders, cabbage farmers, merchants, pigs, and ripe cabbages- to sell them for the other things they needed besides pork and cabbage. Even though it was a day spent bartering pigs instead of making shoes- it was a small price to pay for a good living and his family never wanted. He smiled as he looked out over the bustling stinky market- kids chasing squealing pigs, wagons of cabbage, yelling and bartering- before scurrying off to find the leather merchant, cord seller, and tack man.
It was known throughout the land that the King was very cruel. Occasionally, a noble from the duchy would appear at market. There was an unwritten rule that should any noble ever ask about a craftsman, that it was to be said that “thus and thus person came from a village in the south and has returned”. For once the town had a very fine blacksmith- who caught the attention of a king’s captain. He was sent to work for the King’s livery. For a time, he worked for the King and was paid in silver coins everyday. Soon, the King went to war, and the blacksmith was required to stay at the armory and stables during these urgent times. For a time, he continued to send money home, but eventually it stopped and the blacksmith was never heard from again. It was said, he displeased the King. The same thing happened to a very fine tailor and coat-maker. So the craftsman and all the villagers would say that the dresses and tools and coats and shoes came from such and such from the south.
One day, the duke himself went to see how it went at the market. As the Duke passed through the market, he began to notice something. How is it that these cabbage farmers and swine herders have better boots than the King’s army? he thought, for he himself loved good boots and knew a good cobbler was rare in the kingdom. He said to one farmer “where is the cobbler?” to which the farmer said “the cobbler is from a village in the south. He passes through by and by”. The Duke asked a swine herder again the same question and was again given the same reply.
As the Duke passed by the cobbler and his wife at their wagon, he noticed their clothes and hands were not dirty and stained. This is no cabbage farmer he thought as he walked up and asked “where is the cobbler?” The cobbler, who was very annoyed at having missed the leather merchant and glue seller- was surprised at the appearance of the Duke and stood silent. “The cobbler comes from a village in the south and passes by from time to time” his wife hurriedly stated as he stood stunned. “Well,” said the Duke “the next time you see this cobbler, you tell him the Duke is a man who appreciates a good cobbler.” He then leaned in very close to the cobbler and said “you tell him that the Duke pays his cobbler in silver coins- not cabbage and swine”
The cobbler, who thought for a moment about how nice it would be to not have to come to this dreadful market, this stinky smelly pig sty, but instead be paid in money and not have to barter and risk missing the leather and cord merchants. He then told the Duke, “this cobbler- he fears the King. Oftentimes, it is said he becomes displeased with his subjects and punishes them.” The Duke said “Sir, I have selfish purposes in this. I appreciate a good cobbler, they are rare. It would be a discreet treasure for my duchy, one that I would not risk the King taking.” Then, against his better judgement and the stare of his wife, the cobbler said, “I am the cobbler.”
For quite awhile, the arrangement worked very well. The cobbler made boots, shoes, and slippers for the Duke and all his family. He made boots for his guard and soldiers. And he was paid in silver coins and did not have to barter pigs and cabbages anymore. His wife was able to obtain fine cloth and jewelry. They were able to buy anything they needed at the market. He was a real cobbler- the Duke’s cobbler.
One day the Duke came to him and asked him to make a special pair of boots, made of exotic leather and fur and studded with jewels. Pleased to display his skills, the cobbler agreed and worked as he never had before to produce the most beautiful boots anyone had ever seen. The Duke paid him well. Pleased to display his extravagant boots, the Duke went to the castle for the King’s banquet.
The cruel King was in his usual haughty jovial acrid mood at the banquet. He alternatively joked with and then derided all the Counts and Dukes at various points. He would praise and then insult, laugh and then threaten. When he inevitably arrived at our Duke, he berated him, asking “how many cabbages did you bring the Queen this time, Duke Swine?” As the chamber roared the Duke smiled and laughed along. Then the King grew serious and said, “when are you going to bring something useful to the kingdom? if you cannot find any talent in your duchy, perhaps I should give it to someone else?” The Duke stared back uncomfortably. “Sir Connor!” the King said addressing a knight at the table, “perhaps you are ready for a duchy?”
“My Lord!” the Duke jumped up and yelled. “I have found talent in my duchy, in fact, a cobbler like none I have ever known have I found. Look at these boots!” He walked to the kings’ chair and pulled up his cloak to reveal the ruby-studded, fur lined boots the cobbler had made. “Oh my!” said the King, who also appreciated good footwear, “let me try them.” The Duke handed them over to the King who walked up and back with the boots on. “These are indeed the best boots!” The Duke smiled and agreed to which the King said “bring me this cobbler!” The Duke then frowned and said, “my King. This cobbler comes from the south and travels to and fro. When he comes by tell me what your highness wants and I will have him make it for you. Do you want boots like these?”
“I want this cobbler!” bellowed the King. “If you do not bring me him, Sir Connor will be Duke of your duchy!”
He was now the King’s Cobbler.
The King was pleased with all the boots and shoes he made. He gave him assistants, that he taught how to cut -out and sew the best boots for the King’s army. He enjoyed designing all the extravagant boots and slippers, and being given all the exotic materials to work with. The King paid him in gold coins, he and his wife were becoming rich.
One day the King said to him, “I have a celebrated banquet I am hosting. There will be many kings and royals from far lands friendly with us. I want them to see that I have the best boots that are. That I have talent in my kingdom that is not exceeded.” The cobbler told him how he could make boots studded with diamonds, sewn with silver thread, made of black leather. The King was pleased when he was done and proudly wore them to the great banquet. Many were stunned and marveled at the splendor of the boots.
One old rival, a king from the eastern realm, complimented his footwear. “Indeed, I have the best cobbler in the known world!” the King said. “Well,” the other king said, pulling back his robe, “I do not know if you should go that far!” He had boots that were overlaid with intricate gold sheets all over, encrusted with sapphires, diamonds, and rubies. “Well” our King said, dismayed, “my boots are exquisitely comfortable. Those look rather sharp and rigid.”
“Oh, not at all.” He let our King try them and it was like placing your foot in a cloud. The King sent and told his cobbler that by the end of the week, before the guests departed the last banquet, that he would have have gold-plated boots that exceeded anything this king from the east could possibly produce.
The cobbler and his assistants, no matter how they tried, could not work the gold plates onto the boots. The plates would have to be beaten very thin, and then would crack, bend, and break. In despair, the cobbler returned to his old shop to get some of his old tools. A little boy, a son of one of the cabbage farmers, walked in carrying a shoe in one hand, and two small cabbages in the other. “I’m closed!” he growled to the boy. “Oh” said the lad sadly, as he dropped his head and turned and walked away. The cobbler could see his barefoot was bleeding.
“Come back, come back!” the cobbler sobbed and he knelt down and took the shoe from the boy. “I only have this many cabbage” said the boy. “Is that enough?” he asked. “Yes” said the cobbler, thinking he had not eaten cabbage in what seemed like a long time now. He missed it.
As the King bid his guests farewell, the king from the east said to him “send your cobbler over to my kingdom. Working the gold is a skill that must be taught. I had to send my cobbler to a master in the isles to learn the skill.”
“Pity” said the King. “I had him hanged this morning. He was a bad man. He lied to me and said he was a good cobbler.”
He was once a cobbler for cabbage farmers and swine herders.
First published March 12, 2018
Kenneth Parr and his brother Michael Jimenez broke into the mobile home of Suzie Malek in Bay City in 1998. She was in bed with her eight year old daughter and six year old son. She was forced onto the floor while they ransacked the place looking for valuables. The twenty-eight year old single mother was then severely beaten, raped and defiled in various ways before being shot twice in the head, all in front of the two children. The two were going to shoot the children, but the gun jammed.
Kenneth Parr had just turned eighteen ten days before- making him eligible for the death penalty.
Luke 22: 3 Then entered Satan into Judas surnamed Iscariot, being of the number of the twelve. 4 And he went his way, and communed with the chief priests and captains, how he might betray him unto them. 5 And they were glad, and covenanted to give him money. Once again we see a demon-possessed person present as competent (if Judas had been thrashing about and moaning like Exorcist– the Pharisees would have stoned his ass straightaway) and negotiate payment for a betrayal. You may know someone similar.
Genesis 3:1- Now the serpent was more subtil than any beast of the field which the Lord God had made….
You see, demons are not all alike. The baser, more unsophisticated demons find those types of people. And, if encouraged, it becomes a terribly wonderful match. I talked to a couple of TDC employees who had worked Death Row during their careers, and it certainly sounded as if a couple of the residents might be ‘that way’. Again, certainly that would not be most of them, but a few here and there I do suspect. The rest were certainly influenced, we can probably guess.
But since a demon preaching rape and murder would be a little too much for most of our sensibilities, there are other, more sophisticated, more specialized demons- and they want you badly. They have various enticements suited to your weakness- drugs, sex, money, power- a wide array of forbidden poison fruits. All intended to take your life out of your hands and hand it over to the influence- or worse- of the demon. Have you ever heard the phrase “he/she battled their demons”?
Watch and pray. Put on the full armor. That’s the real deal.
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“I don’t care if they run a chimpanzee in a bikini- you vote straight Democrat ticket!” This was the political advice I got when I was a young man in the construction industry. The belief amongst my coworkers was that Democrats were for the ‘working man’ and Republicans were for the ‘rich’. I actually did not have a problem with ‘the Republicans being for the rich’- they obviously were- but the Democrats being for the working man baffled me. They obviously weren’t- no one was.
Another crowd liked the Democrats because they were for ‘peace’. Even though the facts told a different story, I marveled at how- to a significant number of people in this country- Democrats represented the hard-working peace-loving common man.
Perception is everything.
Enter Barack Hussein Obama – President for the people- “a prophet for a better world and a new age.”
“Let folks know when their food is genetically modified, because Americans have a right to know what they’re buying.” (Barack Obama, 2007, on the campaign trail)
You would have to be hiding under a rock to have not heard of the growing controversy swirling around giant biotech companies and their products. The poster child for this global outcry has been Monsanto. Their glyphosate product Roundup has been banned in Europe and is currently in court again here: (you shouldn’t expect Monsanto to lose)
Monsanto, king of GMO’s and dubbed “Monsatan” by critics- especially the left-leaning corporate-hating types that make up a large part of the Democrat voting base- was never criticized by the Obama administration. There is a good reason for this. Consider the following Obama appointments and keep in mind what these appointees’ jobs are and what their policies affect:
USDA- Roger Beachy, director of the National Institute of Food and Agriculture, former director of the Monsanto Danforth Center.
FDA- Michael Taylor, deputy commissioner of the FDA- the new food-safety-issues czar, former vice-president for public policy- Monsanto.
USDA- Iowa Gov. Tom Vilsack- commissioner of USDA. As governor, Vilsack set up the Governor’s Biotechnology Partnership which was given an award by the Biotechnology Industry Organization of which Monsanto is a member.
Agriculture Trade Representative- Islam Siddiqui- former Monsanto lobbyist. He was instrumental in GMO exports.
Secretary of State- Hillary Clinton, secretary, formerly of Rose Law firm, counsel to Monsanto.
US Supreme Court- Elena Kagan, former federal solicitor general, argued for Monsanto in Monsanto v. Geertson seed case before the Supreme Court.
USDA- counsel- Ramona Romero, former corporate counsel for biotech giant DuPont.
USAID- Rajiv Shah, head, former employee of Bill and Melinda Gates Foundation, major funder of GMO agriculture.
And then, in 2016, President Obama signed the Senate bill dubbed the Dark Act:
It made GMO labeling exclusively a federal matter, taking it out of the states’ hands. The federally mandated labels are confusing and deceptive and worthless. Just what Monsanto and other biotechs wanted when rising awareness and publicity were going against the GMO’s and what they are and do. The Dark Act.
GMO crops approved during Obama administration:
Monsanto GMO alfalfa, Monsanto GMO sugar beets, Monsanto GMO Bt Soybean, Syngenta GMO corn for ethanol, Syngenta GMO stacked corn, Pioneer GMO soybean, Syngenta GMO Bt cotton, Bayer GMO cotton, ATryn, an anti-clotting agent from the milk of transgenic goats, GMO papaya strain, Genetically engineered salmon.
Are you starting to get the picture? Another fun fact: two of the Obama’s biggest supporters, Bill Gates and George Soros, purchased 900,000 and 500,000 shares of Monsanto, respectively, in 2010.
Government-corporate collusion and partnership. Chairman of the Board: Barack Hussein Monsanto. Fraud. Fake champion of environment and GMO disclosure.
Flashback: 10-9-2009: President Barack Obama won the 2009 Nobel Peace Prize on Friday for “his extraordinary efforts to strengthen international diplomacy and cooperation between peoples,” the Norwegian Nobel Committee said, citing his outreach to the Muslim world and attempts to curb nuclear proliferation.
The committee said Mr. Obama’s efforts to promote a “global response to global challenges” cemented their decision.
Here is another example of collusion- Who makes the huge number of drones and bombs and planes and supplies them to the military (government)? Defense contractors, otherwise known as corporations. It’s a tidy arrangement.
The leftist Guardian (1/9/17): America dropped 26,171 bombs in 2016. What a bloody end to Obama’s reign
“In 2016 [under Obama], US special [military] operators could be found in 70% of the world’s nations, 138 countries – a staggering jump of 130% since the days of the Bush administration.”
“…in 2016 alone, the Obama administration dropped at least 26,171 bombs. This means that every day last year, the US military blasted combatants or civilians overseas with 72 bombs; that’s three bombs every hour, 24 hours a day.”
“As drone-warrior-in-chief, he [Obama] spread the use of drones outside the declared battlefields of Afghanistan and Iraq, mainly to Pakistan and Yemen. Obama authorized over 10 times more drone strikes than George W Bush, and automatically painted all males of military age in these regions as combatants, making them fair game for remote controlled killing.”
Barack Hussein Monsanto. Prophet of a better world, fundamental transformationalist to help the poor and downtrodden.
Hobama. Nobel peace prize champ of bombing.
that’s not all but that’s