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I did not want to go to church today.
It took some introspection to realize that I am actually mad at God for what happened.
How could God let this happen?
How could he let a young man in his prime be martyred in such a barbaric and horrific way?
How could he allow darkness to prevail in such a public manner and have the young man’s enemies celebrate over him in the streets?
In the book of Job, The Lord said that Job had “honored” Him while Jobs friends on the other hand would have received the full force of God’s wrath had it not been for Job’s intermediary prayer.
Why is that?
Why after Jobs lamenting and doubting and wrestling with God in prayer, did the Lord still say that Job had honored him?
The answer is simple.
They were prayers.
Job took his anger and frustration and hurt to God, and that’s exactly what God wants - for us to come to him with our pain.
So today in the Lords house as I took communion, I let the Lord know about the frustration and hurt in my heart, and I felt a gentle impression from the Holy Spirit that the Lord knows exactly how I feel today.
He was martyred too, after all.
He died at 33 years old in the prime of his life, in a barbaric and horrific way on that old wooden cross.
On that day, darkness prevailed and His enemies celebrated his death.
Despite what you’ve seen in movies, the Lord was not clothed, but hung naked on that cross for a crowd of onlookers to behold his shame and anguish.
Sound familiar?
The Lord knows our pain, for He is a man acquainted with sorrow.
He died that horrific and terrible death as the perfect sacrificial offering to atone for our sins, so that we might become the righteousness of God and be restored in relationship with the Father.
Darkness will come, my friends.
This war will end, soon. But before it does, a lot more people gotta die.
While we wage this final campaign, fight to your dying breath, however that may come, and take heart with the words of our suffering Savior,
“Fear none of those things which thou shalt suffer.
Behold, the devil shall cast some of you into prison, that ye may be tried, and ye shall have tribulation ten days.
Be thou faithful unto death, and I will give thee a crown of Life."
Many of us were pondering why the death of Charlie Kirk has affected us so deeply?
And then I read a statement, and it sucker punched me. A very powerful statement for Charlie.
"The flesh didn’t know him, but the soul did."
That hit me so hard. I feel this on every level.
We are in another spiritual awakening.
Christ is King. Jesus died for all of us. I’ve been too afraid to speak out. No longer.
2 Corinthians 4:18 “So we fix our eyes not on what is seen, but on what is unseen, since what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal.”
God bless.
"When you tear out a man's tongue, you are not proving him a liar, you're only telling the world that you fear what he might say".
My thoughts are with Charlie Kirk's family.
I don't care what the rainbow flag vestment wearing, wolf in sheep's clothing pastor told you about Jesus being passive and accepting of every sodomite fantasy and immoral filth.
This is the closest description I have ever read of the true God we serve.
The Ballad of the Goodly Fere, by Ezra Pound.
"Ha' we lost the goodliest fere o' all
For the priests and the gallows tree?
Aye lover he was of brawny men,
O' ships and the open sea.
When they came wi' a host to take Our Man
His smile was good to see,
"First let these go!" quo' our Goodly Fere,
"Or I'll see ye damned," says he.
Aye he sent us out through the crossed high spears
And the scorn of his laugh rang free,
"Why took ye not me when I walked about
Alone in the town?" says he.
Oh we drank his "Hale" in the good red wine
When we last made company,
No capon priest was the Goodly Fere
But a man o' men was he.
I ha' seen him drive a hundred men
Wi' a bundle o' cords swung free,
That they took the high and holy house
For their pawn and treasury.
They'll no' get him a' in a book I think
Though they write it cunningly;
No mouse of the scrolls was the Goodly Fere
But aye loved the open sea.
If they think they ha' snared our Goodly Fere
They are fools to the last degree.
"I'll go to the feast," quo' our Goodly Fere,
"Though I go to the gallows tree."
"Ye ha' seen me heal the lame and blind,
And wake the dead," says he,
"Ye shall see one thing to master all:
'Tis how a brave man dies on the tree."
A son of God was the Goodly Fere
That bade us his brothers be.
I ha' seen him cow a thousand men.
I have seen him upon the tree.
He cried no cry when they drave the nails
And the blood gushed hot and free,
The hounds of the crimson sky gave tongue
But never a cry cried he.
I ha' seen him cow a thousand men
On the hills o' Galilee,
They whined as he walked out calm between,
Wi' his eyes like the grey o' the sea,
Like the sea that brooks no voyaging
With the winds unleashed and free,
Like the sea that he cowed at Genseret
Wi' twey words spoke' suddently.
A master of men was the Goodly Fere,
A mate of the wind and sea,
If they think they ha' slain our Goodly Fere
They are fools eternally.
I ha' seen him eat o' the honey-comb
Sin' they nailed him to the tree."
Please, listen.
This might be one of the most important things I will ever share with you.
On the night of his betrayal, the Lord spoke a warning to his disciples.
"When I sent you without purse, and scrip, and shoes, lacked ye any thing?" Jesus asked them.
"Nothing." they replied.
Then said he unto them, "But now, he that hath a purse, let him take it, and likewise his scrip: and he that hath no sword, let him sell his garment, and buy one."
You see, everyone wants to be a martyr, until it's time to be flayed alive and have salt rubbed in the raw.
Christianity has become so over-spiritualized by first world affluence and erroneous teaching that men actually believe God would prefer them as weak pacifists instead of meek warriors.
We are unwilling to acknowledge that we live in the "but now" moment Christ warned his disciples of.
I've asked people before if they prefer martyrdom to fighting, and I always get the same falsely pious response. And yet when I ask if they'd prefer to see their own children burned at the stake, something in them changes; they almost take offense.
"That's what you're doing after all, isn't it?" Condemning your children to a thousand years of darkness by forfeiting Christendom because of your lack of courage hidden under the guise of pacifist piety."
We are giving our inheritance away to satan himself, by our fear.
We have bought the lie of the ancient gnostic idea that the physical world is of no value, and that has manifested in the modern church as hyper spiritualism and pacifism.
But it doesn't have to be this way.
We need to remind ourselves that our lineage is that of Godfrey of Bouillon, who in battle with the enemy, "raised his sword and plunged it into the left side of his enemy with such force that it slashed through the spine and vital organs and, slippery with blood, came out unbroken above the right leg. As a result, the whole of the head and the right side slipped down into the water, whilst the part remaining on the horse was carried back into the city." (Defenders of the West, Raymond Ibrahim)
This same Godfrey, upon conquering Jerusalem refused to wear a crown of gold where his King wore a crown of thorns, and refused to be called King at all as there was only one true King and instead humbly titled himself Prince of Jerusalem while securing peace there for over 200 years.
Peace.
For 200 years.
Who else could achieve that, other than a righteous warrior willing to sacrifice himself in a Holy Crusade for Christendom?
We come from a lineage of warriors like Nehemiah, who instructed his workers to do their work with one hand supporting their load and one hand holding a weapon. Who despite furious opposition and an impossible task, rebuilt Jerusalem's walls in an incredible 52 days.
Who else could achieve such an amazing feat, other than a man filled with a righteous zeal to build for the Lord and with an understanding that the sword is part of that building process?
Our lineage is of the great Conquistadors who upon landing on Aztec shores, tore down their idols and put holy crosses atop the Aztec temples.
In an incredible historical account, that otherwise would be considered fiction had not so many first hand witnesses attested to it, a supernatural phenomenon occurred on the night the Aztec empire fell to the Spaniard army.
"At nightfall it began to rain . . . Suddenly the omen appeared, blazing like a great bonfire in the sky. It wheeled in enormous spirals like a whirlwind and gave off a shower of sparks and red-hot coals ... It also made loud noises, rumbling and hissing like a metal tube placed over a fire. It hovered for awhile above Coyonacazco. From there it moved out into the middle of the lake where it suddenly disappeared. No one cried out when this omen came into view: the people knew what it meant and they watched in silence." (Conquistador, Buddy Levy)
That line haunts me. "The people knew what it meant."
And you, Christian, do you know what it means?
My brothers in Christ, it is time for Christendom to show it's teeth.
Victory only comes by the power of the shed blood of our LORD Jesus, and by the cold edge of a steel Christian blade.
The only question that remains is, will you wield it?
@JohnnyVomits@auburnwarrior1@JoJoFromJerz He’s not saying school shootings are a fact of life. He’s saying “This is a fact of life” referencing what he says right after “if you’re a psycho…” you’re taking it out of context to use it in your own skewed view. Also Trump is not the first president to bomb anything…