I issue a challenge to every Bible-believing pastor: ... Enter the fray at this critical juncture! Run for political office wherever you are, but especially in places where the Godless Left has the tightest stranglehold. Run to win! But even where that end is unlikely, run sacrificially, willing to govern if God grants the victory, but forcing the adversary to expend resources defending ground they thought was secure. Shun political “norms” and expectations, using your platform to boldly shine the light of the Gospel and Biblical truth into the darkness of the political realm. Bravely defy media mockery and intimidation to give hope and encouragement to every believer, seeker and conservative ally under the yoke of liberal oppression. [emphasis added]
This is where we fall and fail. At least the left has the courage of their convictions. Where is ours?!
“At least the left has the courage of their convictions.”
I’m not so sure about this. They are blinded by dogma, you don’t see them risking their necks, only visiting violence and deceit upon innocents. That’s not courage, it’s evil.
We’re not so much lacking in courage, but fail to recognize the magnitude of the evil our opponents represent.
Thank you!
If fellow FReepers have contacts or activists for this in the Salem, Oregon area, please contact me via FReep mail.
Praise the Lord and Pass the Ammunition!
Citizens, including CLERGY, make gunpowder ingredients:
“but the making of Salt Petre has made such rapid progress especially at Portsmouth where both clergy and Laity are employed six days in the week 8 the Seventh is seasoned with it.” “Provincial and State Papers, During The Revolution 1776-1783”, Volume 8 “By New Hampshire “, Nathaniel Bouton p26 -taken from “The New Hampshire Gazette”, Jan 9 1776, No.1001
..Within its shade of elm and oak
The church of Berkley Manor stood:
There Sunday found the rural folk,
And some esteemed of gentle blood.
In vain their feet with loitering tread
Passed ‘mid the graves where rank is naught:
All could not read the lesson taught
In that republic of the dead.
The pastor rose: the prayer was strong;
The psalm was warrior David’s song;
The text, a few short words of might,-
‘The Lord of Hosts shall arm the right!’
He spoke of wrongs too long endured,
Of sacred rights to be secured;
Then from his patriot tongue of flame
The startling words for Freedom came.
The stirring sentences he spake
Compelled the heart to glow or quake,
And, rising on his theme’s broad wing,
And grasping in his nervous hand
The imaginary battle-brand,
In face of death he dared to fling
Defiance to a tyrant king.
Even as he spoke, his frame renewed
In eloquence of attitude,
Rose, as it seemed, a shoulder higher;
Then swept his kindling glance of fire
From startled pew to breathless choir;
When suddenly his mantle wide
His hands impatient flung aside,
And, lo! He met their wondering eyes
Complete in all a warrior’s guise.
A moment there was awful pause,-
When Berkley cried, ‘Cease, traitor! Cease!
God’s temple is the house of peace!’
The other shouted, ‘Nay, not so,
When God is with our righteous cause:
His holiest places then are ours,
His temples are our forts and towers
That frown upon the tyrant foe:
In this the dawn of Freedom’s day
There is a time to fight and pray!’
And now before the open door-
The warrior priest had ordered so-
The enlisting trumpet’s sudden soar
Rang through the chapel, o’er and o’er,
Its long reverberating blow,
So loud and clear, it seemed the ear
Of dusty death must wake and hear.
And there the startling drum and fife
Fired the living with fiercer life;
While overhead with wild increase,
Forgetting its ancient toll of peace,
The great bell swung as ne’er before:
It seemed as it would never cease;
And every word its ardor flung
From off its jubilant iron tongue
Was, ‘War! War! War!’
“Who dares”-this was the patriot’s cry,
As striding from the desk he came -
“Come out with me, in Freedom’s name,
For her to live, for her to die?”
A hundred hands flung up reply,
A hundred voices answered “I!”
— Thomas Buchanan Read, titled “The Rising,”
The wrong “Black Robed Regiment” has risen up. I saw today a federal judge in NY is ordering the Trump Administration not only go forward with DACA for those illegals who signed up for DACA, but to open the program to more illegals to sign up. Wrong black robes; wrong direction.