America: Mohammed Loving Harlot.

I'm late in the game with this stuff, I know. But,



Deep inside I'm patriotic. I really am. I love my country. But I cannot give full approbation of her until she repents of her whoredoms!

I'm about to over-simplify, and so I beg your pardon.

We're told so much that the United States of America is a Christian country. It is clear, regardless of the private religious views of the "founding fathers," that this country was founded on laying aside the light of Scripture, and replacing it with the mere light of nature. Where are ancestors acknowledged and owned the Lord Jesus Christ and His Kingship and Kingdom, our "founding fathers" in America merely acknowledged a vague Creator, without any indication of who that Creator is, or what He is like, or what duties He requires. According to the law of this land, any creator is just fine, and has just a much a right to be worshipped as any other god.

The political and religous position of the United States of America has resulted in defending Islam and Allah, even while fighting some kind of a war against adherents of the same.

"I also want to speak tonight directly to Muslims throughout the world. We respect your faith. It's practiced freely by many millions of Americans, and by millions more in countries that America counts as friends. Its teachings are good and peaceful, and those who commit evil in the name of Allah blaspheme the name of Allah." -- George W. Bush, September 2001.

"The U.S. government on Friday spoke out against caricatures of Islam's Prophet Mohammed that were published in European newspapers." -- Yvonne Lee, All Headline News Staff Reporter Incidently, or maybe not, the U.S., in condemning the caricatures of Mohammed, are in agreement with AntiChrist.



Ok, so let's get this straight. These wild-asses, drunk with madness from their worship of Allah, and their adherence to a delusional "prophet," who violently protest against anything that violates their religious convictions, whether by burning flags, other symbols, or people (!!!), are offended at a cartoon, and the U.S.A. and the Vatican take sides with... THE MUSLIMS???



Oh, but who are we kidding? This is nothing new. America was already casting Christ aside to bed down with Muslims as early as the 1700's!

"Art. 11. As the Government of the United States of America is not, in any sense, founded on the Christian religion; as it has in itself no character of enmity against the laws, religion, or tranquillity, of Mussulmen; and, as the said States never entered into any war, or act of hostility against any Mahometan nation, it is declared by the parties, that no pretext arising from religious opinions, shall ever produce an interruption of the harmony existing between the two countries." -- Treaty of Peace and Friendship between the United States of America and the Bey and Subjects of Tripoli of Barbary.

Enough. I'm tired of hearing Christians tell me that I need to vote for "Christian" candidates, who will then stand there with hand raised to God, and swear to uphold the Constitution that protects false gods and false religions in this land, contrary to the Law of God which demands that the false gods and false religions be outlawed in, and purged from, the land. No, I cannot do it. Neither can I yield conscientious obedience to the governors of this land, under the current circumstances.

Again, I love my country. I really do. But until she repents of her whoredoms, I have no choice but to testify against her, and maintain a degree of separation from her.

America, QUIT BOWING DOWN TO ANTICHRIST, AND TURN TO CHRIST THE KING!

Monk-E-Mail Message About Yesterday

About yesterday.

Narrow-minded Covenanters

"Narrow-minded! Breadth may be viewed from various positions. He, who attempts to broaden himself by accepting error, becomes the narrow man. Every error adopted means a truth rejected. This process may continue till the heart is so contracted that there is no room for either God or man. Ah, the irony of such broadness! How different with him who will not surrender a hairbreadth of truth! He is the broad man; broad as the law of God, broad as the Gospel of Christ, broad as the principles of the everlasting Covenant, broad as the kingdom of heaven. Those Covenanters were the broadest men of their day." -- J.C. McFeeters, Sketches of the Covenanters.

Not a Sport

Let's get this straight (a very important word there, straight):

1. If you must get your hair and makeup done for the competition, it is not a sport.

2. If you made your own costume, it's not a sport.

3. If you must strike a dramatic pose and hold it as part of your "routine," it's not a sport.



4. If a romantic movie soundtrack is involved, it's not a sport.

5. Whatever this guy's doing:

NOT A SPORT.

6. Style points? Not a sport.

7. If you can drop your 90 lbs. partner and still win the silver, not a sport.

8. If the commentators repeatedly says things like, "Beautiful!" "Gorgeous!" "He's so eloquent, so flowing," and "[Sigh...] I don't care about his technique, I just love watching him," all the while sounding like an adoring lover, NOT A SPORT.

9. Choreography = Not a sport.

10. If women that don't like any other sport, like it, it's only because it's not a sport.

Gimme more, people.

Parenting

The video is of poor quality, I know. But, I needed to record what it's like in my house (turn the sound up):

Click here to watch 'Daniels-Interogation'

Click here to watch 'Daniel-and-Elisabeth--The-Case-of-the-Wet-Toilet-Paper'

Love in Vain

"It is a vain thing for a man to say he loves God, and slight his commands."

-- Thomas Watson.

This might sound kinda mundane, but...

Today I sat on my porch, and sanded my bo. I've only owned one bo in my life, for 17 plus years now, and it's been gathering various nicks and dings, some of which were causing some splinters. It was such a nice day outside today that I decided to sit down with some sand paper, and remove all the finish on the bo, and smooth out the nicks and dings. I really really enjoyed that. It was almost therapeutic. Next step is to rub it down with some teak oil.

Later, I took the kids to a playground and played tag with them. I had an asthma attack, but it was a good day!

Iniquity of the Holy Things

"And it shall be upon Aaron's forehead, that Aaron may bear the iniquity of the holy things, which the children of Israel shall hallow in all their holy gifts; and it shall be always upon his forehead, that they may be accepted before the LORD" (Exodus 28:38).

Iniquity of the holy things? What a humbling and awesome thought.

"What a veil is lifted up by these words, and what a disclosure is made! It will be humbling and profitable for us to pause awhile and see this sad sight. The iniquities of our public worship, its hypocrisy, formality, lukewarmness, irreverence, wandering of heart and forgetfulness of God, what a full measure have we there! Our work for the Lord, its emulation, selfishness, carelessness, slackness, unbelief, what a mass of defilement is there! Our private devotions, their laxity, coldness, neglect, sleepiness, and vanity, what a mountain of dead earth is there! If we looked more carefully we should find this iniquity to be far greater than appears at first sight." -- Charles H. Spurgeon.

"It is undoubtedly a remarkable passage, whereby, we are taught that nothing proceeds from us pleasing to God except through the intervention of the grace of the Mediator; for here there is no reference to manifest and gross sins, the pardon of which it is clear that we can only obtain through Christ; but the iniquity of the holy oblations was to be taken away and cleansed by the priest.... This is a harsh saying, and almost a paradox, that our very holinesses are so impure as to need pardon; but it must be borne in mind that nothing is so pure as not to contract some stain from us; just as water, which, although it may be drawn in purity from a limpid fountain, yet, if it passes over muddy ground, is tinged by it, and becomes somewhat turbid: thus nothing is so pure in itself as not to be polluted by the contagion of our flesh. Nothing is more excellent than the service of God; and yet the people could offer nothing, even although prescribed by the Law, except with the intervention of pardon, which none but the priest could obtain for them. There is now no sacrifice, nor was there ever, more pleasing to God than the invocation of His name, as He himself declares, 'Call upon me in the day of trouble: I will deliver thee, and thou shalt glorify me,' (Psalm 1:15;) yet the Apostle teaches us that 'the sacrifice of praise' only pleases God when it is offered in Christ. (Hebrews 13:15.) Let us learn, then, that our acts of obedience, when they come into God’s sight, are mingled with iniquity, which exposes us to His judgment, unless Christ should sanctify them. In sum, this passage teaches us that whatsoever good works we strive to present to God are so far from deserving reward, that they rather convict us of guilt, unless the holiness of Christ, whereby God is propitiated, obtains pardon for them." -- John Calvin.

So, even in the "holy things," the commanded acts of God's worship, we offer up nothing that is not tainted by our iniquity. Thanks be to God for Christ our High Priest! My question is, if this is true of the worship commanded by God (which are holy things), what of man-invented worship (which cannot be holy things)? Is it not 100% pure filth?

"I've never had a bad day in my life."

I heard a guy say that phrase once. I've had what I'd call bad days. I've had days where I laid flat on the floor wanting to die, I've had days where I was so sick I thought I was going to die, and I've had days where I contemplated how to die.

But so far I have not died, and that being the case, while I would not go so far as saying I've never had a bad day in my life, I will admit that I've never had a day that has been as bad as it could have been.

Today was a bad day. Could have been worse though. It was worse for my brother. Our drunken loved one (not Jesse!) fell and cracked some head and ended up in the hospital. Drunken loved one is due to be released after the blood alcohol level comes down to a legal-ish range (should be at a bout 2:30 am). This hospital visit was just the icing on the cake, as the past three days have involved multiple police intervention, drugs, money being thrown away, cursing and swearing, phone calls to my other loved ones design to destroy relationships, and all kinds of other filth that would make a prostitute blush and ain't fit to print. Well, like I said, my poor brother is getting the brunt of this latest episode, but I'm about all worn out myself too.

But the Lord is good. I'm still alive, and I guess that means the day couldn't have been all that bad.