Posted on 05/06/2021 2:45:38 PM PDT by MJacks4
Phil Robertson of “Duck Dynasty” fame spoke out this week to send a brutal message to liberals for disrespecting God, saying that there will be “Hell to pay” for them.
Phil Robertson Sounds Off On Democrats
On this week’s episode of “In the Woods with Phil,” the Robertson family patriarch claimed that even though liberals may think they “won” now that Joe Biden is in office, they have actually lost where it really counts.
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He is right on!!
Oh yeah .... God says since you don’t want me, then depart to this place I created -
Yep!
The fires of hell await all liberals and conservatives who disrespect, ignore, and ridicule God.
Nobody in heaven will cry tears for them either.
And may they see that hell (raised to the 5,436,490th power) sooner rather than later.
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Can’t remember who said it, but you can’t really appreciate the Good News until you appreciate just how really, really bad the Bad News is.
I only hope that when their comeuppance happens, that God sees fit to distinguish between His people and the heathen, just as He did in Egypt.
Phil, I love you, but it’s “the devil to pay,” not “Hell to pay.”
I know you’ve heard it both ways, but one of those ways is just wrong.
AS I PASS through my incarnations in every age and race,
I make my proper prostrations to the Gods of the Market Place.
Peering through reverent fingers I watch them flourish and fall,
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings, I notice, outlast them all.
We were living in trees when they met us. They showed us each in turn
That Water would certainly wet us, as Fire would certainly burn:
But we found them lacking in Uplift, Vision and Breadth of Mind,
So we left them to teach the Gorillas while we followed the March of Mankind.
We moved as the Spirit listed. They never altered their pace,
Being neither cloud nor wind-borne like the Gods of the Market Place,
But they always caught up with our progress, and presently word would come
That a tribe had been wiped off its icefield, or the lights had gone out in Rome.
With the Hopes that our World is built on they were utterly out of touch,
They denied that the Moon was Stilton; they denied she was even Dutch;
They denied that Wishes were Horses; they denied that a Pig had Wings;
So we worshipped the Gods of the Market Who promised these beautiful things.
When the Cambrian measures were forming, They promised perpetual peace.
They swore, if we gave them our weapons, that the wars of the tribes would cease.
But when we disarmed They sold us and delivered us bound to our foe,
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings said: "Stick to the Devil you know."
On the first Feminian Sandstones we were promised the Fuller Life
(Which started by loving our neighbour and ended by loving his wife)
Till our women had no more children and the men lost reason and faith,
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings said: "The Wages of Sin is Death."
In the Carboniferous Epoch we were promised abundance for all,
By robbing selected Peter to pay for collective Paul;
But, though we had plenty of money, there was nothing our money could buy,
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings said: "If you don't work you die."
Then the Gods of the Market tumbled, and their smooth-tongued wizards withdrew
And the hearts of the meanest were humbled and began to believe it was true
That All is not Gold that Glitters, and Two and Two make Four
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings limped up to explain it once more.
As it will be in the future, it was at the birth of Man
There are only four things certain since Social Progress began.
That the Dog returns to his Vomit and the Sow returns to her Mire,
And the burnt Fool's bandaged finger goes wabbling back to the Fire;
And that after this is accomplished, and the brave new world begins
When all men are paid for existing and no man must pay for his sins,
As surely as Water will wet us, as surely as Fire will burn,
The Gods of the Copybook Headings with terror and slaughter return!
I wonder if there will be hell to pay for the ones who got the shot knowing they used aborted baby cell lines
This is an interesting poem. Though I can’t fully understand it.
This is the most prescient poem ever. I could read it a dozen more times and get more out of it each time. I heard Glenn Beck read it before. I don’t think I have a fraction of the solid knowledge of world history needed to fully enrich my understanding of this poem.
Typical pronouncement from a Campbellite.....
Romans Chaper 1 is prevalent today.
Indeed.
The fruit associated with abandoning the knowledge of the Lord is on display everywhere in this so-called culture.
Flee from fellowship with those who display it.
Ah, but in the end the Devil doesn’t get any form of due from anyone else in Hell. So it really is Hell to pay.
It rains on sinners and saints alike.
This is a nautical expression that comes from the days of wooden ships and iron men.
The verb “to pay” means to apply pitch. The seams between the planks of a ship’s hull needed regular applications of pitch to slow down leakage.
The very worst seam to pay was the longest; it ran from stem to stern, right at the lowest point of the bilges, where all the filth accumulated. This seam, because it was so difficult and unpleasant to pay, was known as “the devil.”
Anybody surprised?
It was common to order a sailor to “pay the devil” as a punishment, perhaps for an offense not severe enough for a flogging. “You steal that grog, mate, and there’ll be the devil to pay if you get caught.”
That people use the term “Hell to pay” is just an indication that Daniel Patrick Moynihan was right all those years ago.
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