USCCA certified Concealed Carry Instructor. 2A maximalist. Live by the nonaggression principal.Ret. SFC US Army 11B4J3. On the mission, becoming a bitcoin maxi.
Happy Veterans Day to all my brothers and sisters oat arms. Even to all the Marines out there too, I suppose. Love you all.
In the process of getting my blue check approved, so I might stretch my legs on this post. Let's see where God takes me.
I used to be so damn proud of my 21 years of service to this country. When I first enlisted, I read the constitution for the first time. Because I thought I should because I was writing a blank check to this country that could be cashed for any amount up to and including death. I understood that it is the greatest political document ever written by man. And that it was definitely inspired by God. I have learned that since the time of the Civil War, our country has moved so far away from the founders' intent that it is wholly unrecognizable. We became a facist nation by de facto with the creation of the federal reserve. That was when the fucking elites and fucking warmongers began to steal from us to support their death cult and endless wars.
I am no longer proud of my service to this nation because I never served the nation that upheld and defended the constitution. In mind I thought I did, but I served a lie.
The warmongers stole nearly four years of my life and time from my beautiful family during my deployments. (Full discloser, do not want to be accused of stolen valor like the piece of garbage that I have for a governor here in MN. 4 months Desert Storm, 18 months Iraq with the mighty Red Bulls, 1 year state side a marksmanship instructor training deploying soldiers, the remainder of the 4 years was in training for the deployments.) Also the years in the field during "peacetime" over the rest of my career. I freely gave that time, but it was due to a lie. Lies told by some of the most evil people in and out of this country.
These liers must be held to account. I know ultimately they will stand in front of my Creator, and they will be judged. Because my God is Love, Mercy and Justice. I pray these monsters come to Christ prior to their, hopefully natural, deaths. Will I stand gutless before my Father at my death? No, but I will have been washed clean by the redeeming of the sacrifice of Jesus Christ, my Lord and Savior.
The second American revolution has begun. This election was the second shot heard around the world and merely a skirmish. @realDonaldTrump
We support you and are behind you. You are not the last hope for this nation because our hope rests in Christ. I've read the Book, and spoiler alert, we win. So Mr. Trump as long as you continue to move this nation on the road of freedom you will have our support. If you stray off the path we will lovingly nudge you back on. Abandon the path and you will also face the Justice of my Father. May you seek daily the wisdom of God to guide you during what could be the greatest revolution the has seen since the ultimate Revolution of man by the life and death of JESUS CHRIST.
Mr. Trump we did not elect you to be our pastor, you are no saint, you are just a man. Your greatness will only be determined by how closely you stay on the path. We are with you, we love you and we can do all things through Christ who strengthens us.
The following wil hold you to earthly account. @glennbeck ,@joerogan ,@ComicDaveSmith ,@michaelmalice@TuckerCarlson ,@rustyrockets , @RealAlexJones and many others. Because of the nature of communication today, the ability for evil to disguise as light is so diminished. Their power is n jeopardy, they will fight like cornered rats, and their institutions of power must be destroyed.
The numbers of truly evil people in the world, those that have denied Christ and serve Satan, are so small. To them we must have no mercy.
To our fellow countrymen who serve these poser overlords, we must show them mercy and love for they know not what they do.
This all must be accomplished peacefully with mercy and love. It must not be done in violence but in justice.
If you stuck around this long, thank you. Please repost.
I am sure this will not be one of my most successful posts. Posts like this rarely are.
I don't care.
This will be one of the most important I ever posted.
Listen to Alistair Begg - How will you get to heaven?
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@farmingandJesus Been following for awhile. So proud of how you and your husband continue to lean and trust on God for what He has for you. You are blessed and are a great blessing for others. Now let's talk about your tattoos. Sorry old soldier here and just couldn't help myself. You are loved.
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“I don’t like the Christians I know.”
I hear that a lot.
I’ve thought it.
But I have to ask: Do you actually KNOW any Christians?
Not church people. Not once-a-week Christians.
I’m talking about people living for eternity.
The kind who laid their lives down. Broke every chain:
Ego. Power. Money. Success. Sex.
The idols of this world? They gave them up.
He moved in.
Wrecked them.
Not gently. Not politely.
Wrecked.
They read the Bible like oxygen.
Because it is.
They don’t want verses. They want Him.
I’m not talking about people who wear crosses.
I’m talking about people who carry them.
Not people who believe in Jesus. Even demons do that (James 2:19).
People who obey Him.
Not people who quote Scripture to win arguments.
People who quote it through tears when nobody’s watching.
They want heaven more than comfort.
Eyes set on a King you can’t see and a Kingdom that’s coming.
I met a Jesus when I was 12.
He was a story at first. Legend. Cool tale.
But over the years, He’d show up. Sit in my stuff. Comfort me. Exhort me.
I spent 30-some-odd years of my life working two, three jobs at a time.
Months of doubt and depression.
My wife—the treasure she is—turned those days into magic for my kids.
Made me feel like a king when the world saw me as a clown.
But the Jesus I met at 12? He never left.
Changed my life. My family’s life.
He’s the reason I’m sitting on a bed that’s not my own, in a town that’s not my own, writing to people I don’t know.
My favorite thing in the world is when someone says:
“Wait—I’ve never seen that before.”
That’s why I write.
To help people see what they’ve missed.
I want you to fall in love with the Bible.
But the question remains:
Do you actually know any Christians?
Because real ones, people who’ve been wrecked by Jesus and won’t let go, don’t look like what you expect.
They’re messy. Raw. Uncomfortable.
But they’re real.
And that’s what the world needs.
Not more religion. Not more rules.
Real Christians following a real Christ.
And I’m one of them.
—TBM