PBS primes young viewers for the upcoming elections with "Prohibition"

Right down to the last stunning image, where the superimposed copy reads “by viewers like you,” PBS has gone all out with its production, “Prohibition.”

Created by the revered Ken Burns (with Lynn Novick), narrated by the left’s darling, Peter Coyote, this is a spectacular exposition of American history, from the causes leading up to the Volstead Act to its repeal and the unintended consequences thereof.

As we would expect, “Prohibition” is lavish with compelling photos & footage and voices represented by elite big-name actors. The script, and Coyote’s reading of it, is powerfully and deeply manipulative emotionally.

We are led from the horrible alcoholism that gripped the nation, to the sincere and well-meaning efforts and movements which arose trying to battle the scourge. We watch sincere, driven crusaders lay their lives and reputations on the line, sacrificing and striving courageously until they actually succeed in convincing the country to address the crisis.

Then, we witness the crucially tragic attempt to legislate the problem away by means of an actual Constitutional amendment, and the sad cascade of “unintended consequences”—a tsunami of crime and death.  This part is grindingly thorough and completely honest.

As the law becomes a joke everyone is in on, a political movement even more aggressive and intense than the "dry" one arises, and, on the promise of repealing the hated amendment, FDR is swept into the Presidency.  The triumph in Coyote’s voice is palpable.

We see the heartbroken clergy and statesmen and women--who so dearly wanted to save us from alcohol and its associated evils--crestfallen, defeated, and discredited.

To the infamous tune of “Happy Days Are Here Again,” we celebrate the “liberation” of our society and watch our national descent into libertinism as though it were a virtual renaissance of the culture.  In the usually ignored darkest sense, it was.  Just like the 18th century movement away from God, taught to us in state schools as “The Age of Enlightenment,” the ensuing era was an all-out, nation-wide spree of hedonism.

FDR, always lionized by the left elite, brought us an era of ever-expanding government, crucial changes in the banking system, growing dependence on government, and the concomitant, eternal tax and debt burden, making him a hero to the suffering working class. Had death not taken him, who knows how long he might have reigned as Father of the new socialist state?

The film is a monumentally successful expose' of why prohibition of sin does not and can not succeed.

The tablets no sooner came down from the mountain than they were shattered.

No legislation is effective against the desires of the flesh.

It is no accident this film has been released leading up to the next season of elections.
If the effort to lower the voting age succeeds, the Demonrats will be carried to victory by a landslide of adolescent self-indulgence triggered by the single plank of the national legalization of marijuana.

If the Republican'ts hold their “moral” ground on this single issue, and fail to also get behind the inevitable, we’re doomed to the final step toward totalitarian socialism.

Our beginnings...and our new one!

James exhorts us, regarding faith:
“A double-minded man is unstable in all his ways.”

“Gospel Music” is what we’ve always wanted to focus on.
(We’ll define what that term means to us, later, as we go.)

Upon our decision to take a house out of the budget and begin homeschooling, an opportunity to serve in the aftermath of Hurricane Andrew arose.  We lived in a big army tent in Homestead among 30 young Guatemalan evangelists and a handful of gringo youth pastors, homeschooling our girls while the Lord schooled us.  Whitt’s former experience (including starting the first food bank in Tucson) made him helpful to the big relief agencies working in the area, which attracted the attention of an erstwhile food bank ministry in Michigan.

We ended up, as events unfolded, as fulltime volunteers, living on donated property in a large, nearly finished house, administrating the non-profit affairs of the corporation, and caring for a widow living in a house on the other side of the 39 beautiful acres of woods and pastures.

We experienced real country life and served alongside a number of true believers as we operated and established church-based food banks around the state.

We began The McKinney Family Washtub Band as the practicum of our daughters’ homeschooling in the area of music and performing arts, performing at churches, outreach coffeehouses, and public gatherings in a part of the country where “gospel music” was widely welcomed everywhere.

Through the kind indulgence of a friend we booked a city park concert series out west and worked our way there playing Christian coffeehouses and churches.

Then our lovely jewels went their various talented ways, as bright children with minds of their own will do.

The Two of us continued, expanding our repertoire, working out a way we could live compactly and earn our way to various family events, seeing old friends along the way.  No matter how far they fled, we could chase our various children down!

We saw the majority of our work as “tent making” in the sense that it provided a means for us to be more available for ministry to long-neglected relationships.

To make our way as a duo, affording our travel to weddings and visits with scattered friends and family, we developed a repertoire of clean, positive songs and comedy that proved very popular. 

Along the way, as time and route would permit, we have always offered our gospel program on a love offering basis.

We’ve done hundreds of shows in 19 states for nine years.  During that same time, we performed at a few dozen churches, across a range of denominations.

We did that for six years, on the road, living in a van.

 

Then, exhausted and seeking some respite, we stayed “ashore” for three school years, while Judy served as Dean of Girls at a Christian private boarding school.

Then, exhausted and seeking some respite, we went back on the road.

We thought we might settle in Oregon, to be near our daughter and son-in-law, and intended to work our way there (from Michigan) by our usual means.

 

Having only worked the summer season in Michigan and Indiana for three years, we hadn’t been aware of cutbacks in our two “day jobs.”  By the time we had addressed the Tucson area’s “opportunities,” we could see our goal shifting from arriving safely in Oregon with some money to resettle to making it to Oregon with what we had.

The only kind of music we can afford to bother with, now, is that which might glorify and/or please God and sow/minister to His Kingdom.

Meanwhile:
When you’re traveling and working, you’re self-employed.
When you’re traveling with no gigs in sight, you’re homeless.

Whitt’s first experience in ministry, 40-odd years ago, was an outreach coffeehouse which grew to include a twice-weekly free meal, a free store, and Tucson’s first food bank.  Then, the fifteen years from Hurricane Andrew to hitting the road, and we have closed the circle by becoming part of the rather large homeless “community” clinging to the edges of Eugene, Oregon, all at one stage or another in the homelessness process.

It’s illegal to sleep in your vehicle, motorhomes included, on any street in Eugene.

We have been blessed, through a chain of acquaintances associated with a church, to have had a place to park and stay every night since we’ve arrived.  Two have included electric plug-in and a bathroom and shower to use nearby.  Unless you’ve tried to live this way, it’s difficult to understand what a huge advantage such thoughtfulness supplies.

So, we begin to search for a new living, and a place to do it we might come to think of as
“home.”

We’ll let you know how it goes.

Are you a saint?

The presiding pastor-for-life of the Catholic church had to make an announcement regarding concerns about their half-million-dollar process for determining “sainthood.”  He has assured everyone that the process will now be “overseen.”

Where to begin?

Let’s start with what “sainthood” actually is, according to the Bible, which most ostensibly “Christian” organizations claim as the Authority for beliefs and doctrines.

“Saint” is a 17^th century word, found in the King James translation, which is usually rendered as “holy one” in modern revisions.  It’s root is the same as the words “sanctify” and “sanctification,” words which relate to a process of making something, or someone, “holy,” a term most scholars understand to mean “set apart for God.” 

The Word indicates that it is He, alone, who sanctifies.  God is the Authority for holiness, not man, the corrupted creature.  (Ex. 31:13)

The first instance of this recorded is in Genesis, when He sanctified the seventh day—set it apart as a holy day, different from the rest.  (A “Pope” actually decided to change this appointed time, a sin Martin Luther and other “reformers” neglected to address.  Yeah, I can hear the knees jerking.)

The Old (or first) Testament uses the term “saint” (holy one) often to refer to God’s angels--often enough, in fact, to lead many to interpret the term in every OT reference as meaning only the heavenly beings who remained obedient.  This breaks down when we come to the Psalms, where David (“a man after God’s own heart”) repeatedly uses it to refer to God’s people—the chosen nation, as well as obedient believers.   (Ps. 16:3, Ps. 31:23, Ps. 34:9, Ps. 37:28, Ps. 50:5, Ps. 79:2, and Ps. 97:10.)

When we come to the New Testament (and Covenant) we find the term commonly applied to followers (obedient believers) of the Messiah.  Paul explains, in detail, exactly how one is sanctified.  (1 Cor. 1:2, 30, 6:12, 1 Thess. 4:10, Eph. 5:26, Heb. 2:11, 10:10, 14, 13:12)  Jesus made it pretty clear, also. (Jn. 10:36, 17:17, 19)

At no point in the Scriptures is there even a hint that a committee is convened to determine who may be considered sanctified, or holy.

 

When an early church decided there was a dividing line between “ministers” and “laity”—that some had authority to preach, teach, baptize, and marry, while others did not, Jesus, in His letters to the seven churches, referred to this doctrine TWICE as one He hates.  (Rev. 2:6, 15) Want to be found following that policy?

Since the Holy Spirit had not been seen manifesting many miracles since the deaths of the first disciples, the folks who invented “organized” religion decided that miracles must be the indicator of true holiness.  Since Scripture requires more than one witness to establish truth, more than one miracle must be required, and, since all unholy men are liars, there must be a rigorous investigation to assure the report of any miracle is true.  This is the same spirit which “inspired” the Inquisition.

So, a system was devised whereby admittedly non-saints (unholy ones) formed into committees to determine who was deserving of the title.  Not surprisingly, we now hear reports that this has been developed into a small industry, which the organization’s CEO has had to assure us will at last be supervised.  By saints?  Oh, my, we hope so.

When we believers are exhorted to “pray always for all the saints,” we are not supposed to be praying for those few on whom some committee has bestowed the “title.”  That injunction applies to all those made holy by the blood of Jesus on behalf of all the others. 

Don’t neglect to do it.  All of us saints need it.

Our new face

For those precious (and you are, to us!) few following us, some explanation...

We're seriously trying to shift our focus to gospel performing and ministry;
ergo, the new look and arrangement.  We'll continue to share out little essays and perspectives, but have had to forsake the cutesy name for the practicality of making our professional persona easier to locate online.

For the secular market, we're still The Washtub Two, offering a wide range of entertainment and wackiness--all still G-rated, of course; but, for churches and ministries, we're just Whitt & Judy.

We believe this will save believers from having to sort through all our general-audiences stuff, so they can get straight to the heart of our gospel focus.

We hope this will make the choice clearer, while allowing us a platform to share about spiritual topics in which we're interested with greater freedom and frankness, directed to believers in particular.

We hope you'll "stay tuned"!

Most urgent prayer request ever

We don't do this often enough.

This is from an email we received this morning.

Please pray now!

"Missionaries in the area that's being overtaken by Isis are in danger, but will continue their "mission" .Some thing has to be done NOW!! Why our leaders won't take charge is beyond me. Young children are being beheaded!! Pray for those involved.

Prayer Warriors please read and pray!
This came from a friends church prayer chain leader. Please make it a matter of prayer.
prayer Request from Dan and Marilyn Wilson.
(They) are Missionaries who are in the areas that are being attacked by ISIS (right now, today) and are asking to be showered in prayer. ISIS has taken over the town they are in today (Sunday). He said ISIS is systematically going house to house to all the Christians and asking them ​to denounce Jesus. He said so far not one child has and so far all have consequently been killed; But not the parents. The UN has withdrawn and the missionaries are on their own. They are determined to stick it out for the sake of the families even if it means their own deaths. They are very afraid, have no idea how to even begin ministering to these families who have seen their children martyred. Yet he says he knows God has called them for some reason to be His voice and hands at this place at this time. Even so, they are begging for prayers for courage to live out their vocation in such dire circumstances. And like the children, accept martyrdom if they are called to do so. These brave parents instilled such a fervent faith in their children that they chose martyrdom. Please surround them in their loss with your prayers for hope and perseverance.
One missionary was able to talk to her brother briefly by phone. She didn't say it, but I believe she believes it will be their last conversation. Pray for her, too. She said he just kept asking her to help him know what to do and do it. She told him to tell the families we ARE praying for them and they are not alone or forgotten -- no matter what. Please keep them all in your prayers.
This came this morning...Just a few minutes ago I received the following text message on my phone from Sean Malone who leads Crisis Relief International (CRI). We then spoke briefly on the phone and I assured him that we would share this urgent prayer need with all of our contacts.
"We lost the city of Queragosh (Qaraqosh). It fell to ISIS and they are beheading children systematically. This is the city we have been smuggling food to. ISIS has pushed back Peshmerga (Kurdish forces) and is within 10 minutes of where our CRI team is working. Thousands more fled into the city of Erbil last night. The UN evacuated its staff in Erbil. Our team is unmoved and will stay. Prayer cover needed!"
Please pray sincerely for the deliverance of the people of Northern Iraq from the terrible advancement of ISIS and its extreme Islamic goals for mass conversion or death for Christians across this region. May I plead with you not to ignore this email. Do not forward it before you have prayed through it. Then send it to as many people as possible. Send it to friends and Christians you may know. Send it to your prayer group. Send it to your pastor and phone him to pray on Sunday during the service - making a special time of prayer for this. We need to stand in the gap for our fellow Christians."

Amen.

Why are so many "Christians" trying to "draw near" to God?

A new young friend of mine online speaks, in his vlog, of "jumping" toward God--trying to "push in" harder.

Try not jumping in.  It implies He's outside.  

Try standing under/under-standing that He is, actually, literally, inside you.  

He has been there since you asked Him to “come into your heart.”  

“If any man open the door…”  

What door?  The door to the core of you, your heart, your soul, the source of your will, desires, emotions.  It's the thing He gave you at your invention, a separate identity all your own.  

He came in, and your job is to make room for Him.  

“I must decrease, so that He may increase.”

We are made in His image.  

“God is a spirit.”   So are you. 

He imbued a spirit with its own soul, and, at the moment of conception, downloaded this "identity" into a new cell with a never-before-seen, unique genetic code He had in mind. 

The original interface between us and The Creator was blocked by sin.

When we repent, and are forgiven, and we ask Him to be our Lord, Scripture tells us His Spirit enters us with the intent of becoming one with ours. 

This begins to actually change our motives so we can begin the transformation into a child of His, dwelling and prospering in a greater, eternal Kingdom, of which all this world is just a shadow.  (Even physicists have begun to suspect that is the case.)

Yes, there is often a "baptism" experience of feeling drenched in The Spirit; but, that is a sign of the Anointing.  The real Anointing is within and ongoing, and grows as the process of sanctification continues.

Yet we have stood among sincere folks who love the Lord as they sang songs indicating they hoped He would "draw near" or "meet them here."

Didn't we each bring our share of Him with us?  Is He waiting in the car?

You do know that building isn't really the house of God, don't you?

"Where two or more are gathered, He is in our midst" because He emerges from us as we worship and that is our "fellow-ship."

He doesn't have to fill the building with an external sign of His presence, because we are each a temple--a dwelling not made by hands--meant to be joined to others to form one new man, the actual embodiment (our spiritually linked bodies) of The Prince of Peace.

"I will come in to him, and dwell with Him, and he with me."

Do you believe this?

"I will never leave you, nor forsake you."

Do you believe this?

Is the Holy Spirit the elephant in your inner room?

Stop yelling out the window for Him and look around in there.  

He may be sitting quietly in a corner, waiting to be offered some hospitality--

some acknowledgment He exists.

See what you can do to make Him more "at home" so He can do His thing in you.

As the bumper sticker said, "If you don't feel close to God, guess who moved."

The pursuit of happiness

The "pursuit of happiness" has become a central focus for our culture.

Hardly any other "developed" (industrialized) people group even considers "happiness" to be anything but temporary, and most don't think of it as any sort of deep value.

Why is it so important to us, here in the "land of the free"?

Could it be the fact that our national declaration of independence declares it to be a fundamental, undeniable right bestowed by The Creator, Himself, coequal with life and liberty?

To me, what's strange is how much importance has been placed on a few words inserted as a compromise--a substitute for the original wording with which some founders disagreed.

I grew up believing, as many did, what my father told me, which may be apocryphal, though I have seen it in a number of sources since;  specifically, that the words replaced by the vague "pursuit of happiness" were "private property," a concept government holds in low regard to this day, quite possibly as a result of the omission.

Words are the tools we use to effect ideas.  They have inchoate power as well as derived power--power shaped and driven by semantics, syntax, connotation, and what we call meaning.

The Word--the Bible--espouses a number of values and goals for us.  God's law tells us what our aspirations should be, and what we can expect of life (and God), and what the rewards of those values and aspirations are.
(The original languages of both Testaments were very precise, pictographic tongues anchored by a sophisticated written syntax.)

There is, for believers, the promise of joy.  Joy is an effect of faithfulness to certain values.  Though we receive joy as a blessing, we don't pursue it for its own sake.

The book of Ecclesiastes speaks directly to the vanity--the futility--of trying to produce or find happiness.  We see, repeated throughout the book, encouragement to do what we can today, enjoy our refreshment and rest, then repeat the process in contentment, a very different idea than happiness.

Want to become discontented?  Pursue happiness.

Who insisted so adamantly on the change of wording that has helped shape our sad, self-centered carnival?  Which founding "fathers" were so offended by the thought of humble citizens being granted, by God, a right to own land, that they felt it necessary to offer this unhelpful phrase in its place?

(Dana Carvey/Church Lady voice) Could it be Satan?

Of course, if happiness is your goal, you'll do better if you don't believe there really is a devil.

Humans have a common enemy most don't even admit exists.
He's been working to destroy us from The Beginning, and doing very well, especially in these latter days.  He delights that the most capable nation on Earth is pursuing happiness rather than the joy offered by You Know Who.

Go ahead.  You have the right.

Depression in the news

A celebrity has "committed suicide," premeditatedly murdering himself, and, because he was famous for his comedic abilities, we are all "shocked and saddened."

To be saddened by the scope of this problem is the right and natural response.
The shock is not as understandable.
Why are we surprised that someone with a great sense of humor and all that fame and fortune provide could become a "victim" of depression?
Just look at the list of dead comedians and other artists.
Money not only can't buy love, it can't buy hope.

It is now in vogue to regard this "mental illness" ("condition," if you prefer) as a result of bad brain chemistry; but, this is just moving the problem down the page.  Brain chemistry is affected by a number of factors, among them the emotions that are produced, to some degree by that very chemistry, which is, in turn, affected by diet, trauma, stress, and even genetics. 

This still mysterious closed loop of interactions is being "treated" by medical doctors who have split into denominations.

Some are researchers in the field of neurology who have focused on the physiological processes and discovered chemicals which can switch the brain into a mode that changes the subject's behavior to a more comfortable, manageable standard.

Others are invested in the quasi-science of "psychology," a field of endeavor presuming to deal with the part of "the mind" which had, for centuries, been considered "spiritual."  The word they have appropriated for this use is, in fact, derived from the Greek word for "spirit," not "mind."

Of course, it is important for the secular doctor to rule out any possibility of anything "supernatural;" so the entire field bases its approach on correcting the mind through various forms of "therapy" (including chemicals, again), none of which is proven, all of which are fleshly.

Neither of these genius hordes can regard the heart as anything more than a muscular pump; even though "science" now knows
there are brain cells in the heart.
What?  Yep.  Why would that be?  Evolution is so random and strange, isn't it?

The Bible (a book you may have heard of, revered as The source of Truth for millennia) has a lot to say about the heart.  It turns out it's more than just the place where we feel things.

The Bible says the heart is the source of ideas, imaginations--that out of it come the issues of life.
We are warned that it is desperately wicked, can be deceived, and can be "given over" to others, including The Creator, who has offered to actually indwell it, once invited, to comfort, heal, strengthen, and deliver to eternal life.

"Clinical depression" sounds so treatable to the aspiring mind mechanic.  To get involved with non-scientific vagaries is pointless to the carnal mind.  The Bible also says that.

Sorrow, however,--deep, inconsolable grief at the state of things--bottomless sadness and hopelessness--is not something we are going to banish with a chemical brew and its concomitant list of dangerous "side effects."

If you look out there, and are not depressed by what you see,
you may, in fact, be crazy.

The Bible has answers that explain what has happened, and God's plan to provide a remedy and an escape.  It is packed with practical life-saving tools for emotions, crises, finances, marriage, parenthood--every challenge we face.  And The Author stands by, ready to personally intervene and to supply the missing character required to effect the transformation.

Out of answers?  Can't really even express the question?

My personal testimony to you is that the Bible is truer than I ever imagined.
I challenge anyone to forget what you have been told about this amazing book, and what you have heard from the desperate deniers, and begin to read it for yourself.

What are you afraid of?
Would you turn your back on the only real redemption available just because it might change your really swell life?
That is depressing.

Depression

Gosh darn it!

(This week, we're featuring a "guest blogger"--a friend who has been both that and a brother in the Lord for 40 years.  Yes, 40.)

That's not the original title.  It was euphemized for "Christian" acceptance.  But, isn't that just what we do--change the verbage (but not the meaning) to meet the current ethic of the situation?  

We know and sing David's plea in Psalm 19:14, "Let the Words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart be acceptable in Thy sight, O LORD, my rock and my redeemer."  Do we forget that's an exhortation to us, too?  

In Philippians 2:14-15, we're told to "Do all things without grumbling or disputing; that you may prove yourselves to be children of God in the midst of a wicked and perverse generation, among whom you appear as lights of the world.."  That certainly encompasses "cussing." 

Whether you use good old Anglo-Saxon expletives or choose some more acceptable toned-down alternative, the intent and purpose remain the same.  "Oh Fudge!"  "Don't be such a poop(head)," and the ubiquitous "Get your freakin' hands out of there!" are a few that come to mind.  

Exchanging dictionary and medical terms as well as translating to another language are no more than poor end-run attempts to finesse that "blameless" thing.  We may feel cute and intellectually superior to substitute "fornicate" in front of a pronoun like it or you, but everyone knows what was meant.  So does God.  Like my friend and brother in Christ, Whitt McKinney, says, "God never guesses. He only knows!"  If it was meant as a curse, that's what it is.  ("I'm pooped" is a  different story.)

God made speech a creative force.  He said "Let there be light", and it became!  

We are told we are made in His image, and, as born-again Christians under the power of the infinite Creator, whatever we ask of Him, He will do!  With faith as minute as a mustard seed, Jesus said we could command mountains to move and they would go bouncing off to the sea.  By His grace and Holy Spirit our words can command demons and heal the sick.  You know,  just like Jesus did because He is now in us and gave us His creative power?  Why then do we go around asking Him to vaporize or plague just about everything and anyone annoying us?  

Dang it!  Are we out of our Philippian minds?

Like Paul confessed, I am chief among the sinners here, but probably not alone.  Imagine what would happen if God honored that offhand request, no matter how much we "didn't really mean it"?  For prime examples of what happens when He does damn something or someone, look no further than Genesis 7-12 at the plagues God visited upon Egypt, or, my favorite, what He did in Genesis 19:1-26 to Sodom and Gomorrah (and Lot's wife -- we are told to remember her).  Salt anyone? (Better put some light with it!)

There's much more to come as foretold in John's Revelation.  Knowing He desires to spare all who will come to Him all that hellfire, pain, and misery--that not one would perish--is it too much to expect us to watch what we're saying, considering the power of it?

Yes, the tongue is the most unruly member of the body, but we must tame it!  Not just for our witness to the world, but for own walk.  By cursing or damning something while not expecting biblical results, might we be getting dangerously close to Mark 3:29, blaspheming the Holy Spirit?  God forbid!  

In James 3:5-6, we're told ; "So also the tongue is a small part of the body, and yet it boasts of great things.  Behold, how great a forest fire is set aflame by such a small fire!  And the tongue is a fire, the very world of iniquity; the tongue is set among our members as that which defiles the entire body, and sets on fire the course of our entire life, and is set on fire by hell."

Oh, that Dave, he's so goofy and light-hearted!  Thanks for sharing, brother.

Here's another point of view, from our young friends at Blimey Cow:

Hidden cash

The man giving away money this time calls it a "social experiment."

He hides an envelope with a random amount of cash and posts clues to the location online.  Then he enjoys the results, no doubt, as folks descend on an area frantically searching, hoping to be the winner/recipient of any amount of wonderful cash.

I am reminded of a book popular in the 60s called "The Magic Christian," by Terry Southern.  An extremely wealthy man sets up elaborate projects and campaigns to show what people are willing to do for money, often leaving a mess and  problems in the wake of the degrading display.  (Maybe you saw the mediocre film version with Ringo Starr.)

I am also reminded of a story my father told me about his time in Shanghai before the Second World War.

He told of an old gunnery sergeant he said was "a pig" who would entertain himself while on liberty in town by going to one of the city's many open-hearth eating establishments.  There he would place a shovel in the fire with a roll of pennies broken into it.  An American penny would literally buy a day's worth of food as ruinous hyperinflation had hurled the entire nation into a catastrophic financial collapse.  Once the pennies were glowing, our hero would strew them into the street and laugh uproariously as the starving burned themselves to get the precious coins.

Newscasters gush about "paying it forward" and "random acts of kindness" as the desperate and even some greedy scramble for what they perceive as a little help.

For every person beaming and blessed, how many disappointments have risen from false hope?  How many just wasted time they already had precious little of because the glimmer of hope was so needed?  How many more "philanthropists" and "benefactors" are out there, wanting to play this newest game for the rich?  What does it really do, or help, or change?

Sure, I would also like to find some money; but I'm not jumping into this "experiment" any sooner than I'd become a drug trial participant for money. There are just some things a rat won't do.

But, I've always had a problem with the "random acts of kindness" thing.

I get that anonymous giving is more of a blessing;
but, I prefer it to at least be purposeful, not random.

We know that giving in the flesh can sow to the Spirit.  We are even allowed to do so, at times, expecting a harvest--some sort of fruit.
What is the cash cache guy sowing, and what will his "experiment" reap?

Here's a social experiment I propose:

There's an ancient book with the answers to all of life's problems in it.
Let's hide copies everywhere, and then post clues to how to find it!
Think of the good we could do, the changed lives, the hope arising from it!
We could even put copies in motel nightstand drawers, and prisons, and hospitals and, well, no, not schools, of course; but, that would surely help everyone!

To learn how you can partner with us in this exciting ministry, just send any amount to Sendmethemoney Ministries, Metoo Blvd, Washington, D.C.

This is the day

"This is the day the Lord hath made.  I will rejoice and be glad in it."

Most believers are very familiar with this scripture, if only as a Sunday School chorus; but, how many of us can consistently make the deliberate choice that's revealed there?  What are we really talking about?

The first statement should contribute to the second.  The Creator, in His infinite wisdom and mercy, has decreed that there will be, in fact, another day, and here it is!  Another opportunity for good or evil in the life of every earthling, except, of course, those who will die today, and it's the same for them right up 'til the "last minute."  For the believer in His amazing plan, this is, indeed, encouraging; but, we can become so overwhelmed or tried that we have ceased looking forward to new days.  That's depression, and we stumble into it just like the zombies if we're not careful.

Daily I see "positive affirmations" and "motivational helps" and other forms of "encouragement" posted by and from the countless faithless fleshly lost intended to give folks the ammunition to fight on.  And fight on, they do, without any Plan other than their own, nor any Guidance than other lost souls.  How do they do it?  Why?

The verse we began with tells us the miracle of "ordinary, daily life" has been repeated again!  The Hope we have been taught and promised should help us speak the next affirmation with deliberate ferocity, if need be, to confirm our resolve to actively "rejoice."   I will rejoice.

Now, let's not just trolley over that word--let's think about this term we have heard so many times.

Does not the "re" prefix indicate doing something again?  Does not the second syllable sound like its root might be "joy"?  (How can I re-joice, if I've never joiced?  And, what does Joyce have to say about this?)

I can only speak for myself, here; but, my personal experiences of salvation, deliverance, and healings was each accompanied by intense joy.  Relief and hope and eternal reassurance has flooded through me every time the Lord has moved.  That's what I must learn to recapture during the "other" times, when not much seems to be going "my" way or my prayers regarding something have not yet been fruitful.  There's no shame in needing to do this. The exhortation to rejoice is so frequent in the Word, I think we can assume it's something even kings have to remember to do.

We are told, on at least one occasion, to "comfort one another with these words."  I think that applies to The Word as a whole and in part.  Take and eat of the Bread of Life twice daily, at least, and The Comforter will rise like the sun in your heart and empower you to execute this decision.

In the Marines they would often make some announcement regarding upcoming activities and close with the admonition, "You will enjoy it!" indicating that it was not an option.  Let's emulate the Psalmist, and voluntarily decide.

This is the day that the Lord has made!  I will rejoice, so the light He has given me can be seen by those in darkness, and so His power can flow through me unimpeded.  I will.

Will you?

En-JOY some Blimey Cow!

A message from Ben Stein

The following was written by Ben Stein and recited by him on CBS's Sunday Morning Commentary.

"My confession:

I don't like getting pushed around for being a Jew, and I don't think Christians like getting pushed around for being Christians. I think people who believe in God are sick and tired of getting pushed around, period. I have no idea where the concept came from, that America is an explicitly atheist country. I can't find it in the Constitution and I don't like it being shoved down my throat.

Or maybe I can put it another way: where did the idea come from that we should worship celebrities and we aren't allowed to worship God as we understand Him?
I guess that's a sign that I'm getting old, too.
But there are a lot of us who are wondering where these celebrities came from and where the America we knew went to.

In light of the many jokes we send to one another for a laugh, this is a little different: This is not intended to be a joke; it's not funny, it's intended to get you thinking.

In light of recent events--terrorists attacks, school shootings, etc. I think it started when Madeleine Murray O'Hare (she was murdered, her body found a few years ago) complained she didn't want prayer in our schools, and we said OK. Then someone said you better not read the Bible in school.

The Bible says thou shalt not kill; thou shalt not steal, and love your neighbor as yourself. And we said OK.

Then Dr. Benjamin Spock said we shouldn't spank our children when they misbehave, because their little personalities would be warped and we might damage their self-esteem (Dr. Spock's son committed suicide). We said an expert should know what he's talking about. And we said okay.

Now we're asking ourselves why our children have no conscience, why they don't know right from wrong, and why it doesn’t bother them to kill strangers, their classmates, and themselves.

Probably, if we think about it long and hard enough, we can figure it out. I think it has a great deal to do with, 'WE REAP WHAT WE SOW.'

Funny how simple it is for people to trash God and then wonder why the world's going to hell. Funny how we believe what the newspapers say, but question what the Bible says. Funny how you can send 'jokes' through e-mail and they spread like wildfire, but when you start sending messages regarding the Lord, people think twice about sharing. Funny how lewd, crude, vulgar and obscene articles pass freely through cyberspace, but public discussion of God is suppressed in the school and workplace.

Are you laughing yet?

Funny how when you forward this message, you will not send it to many on your address list because you're not sure what they believe, or what they will think of you for sending it.

Funny how we can be more worried about what other people think of us than what God thinks of us.

Pass it on if you think it has merit.

If not, then just discard it. No one will know you did. But, if you discard this thought process, don't sit back and complain about what bad shape the world is in.

My Best Regards, Honestly and Respectfully,

Ben Stein"

Can you give an answer?

Wags--comics--have a new technique for ridiculing folks who believe the Bible.  It's the assertion that we "don't believe in science ."

As this nifty tomato circulates among the jeering mob, it becomes soggy and decays to the level of "don't believe in dinosaurs" or "don't believe in fossils."  Really.

Media are doing their propaganda/sales-driven job for the massive conglomerates who now own them and the government. 
(Okay, they lease the gov't.) 
Kneel Dewgrassy Tieson  is condescendingly explaining Everything to us, so we will soon have this species of peculiar people embarrassed, if not out of existence, at least into hiding.  Then we can put this laughable god/creator thing behind us.

This is the fulfillment of high level educational policies revealed in Ben Stein's classic documentary, "Expelled."

Meanwhile, there are thousands of published, professional scientists speaking out (and being ignored by media) and daily converts in every field to at least the concept of intelligent design (ID).  Unfortunately, the average "christian" in America knows even less about the Bible than he does about science, which is mostly learned through media and the educational system previously mentioned.

Most of us, though, do know some things about our brains--less than we don't know, of course,--but still enough to convince many to experiment with some of the new info about learning, memory, and cognition recent research has brought to light. Neural pathways have been shown to be something we can consciously establish and develop.  New perspectives can be taught to the brain through deliberate challenge and exercise.  Sadly, the Borg caught onto this before mankind, and most of us are already conditioned beyond recovery without help.

This, for believers, is where Scripture has so much to offer.
The Bible, itself, offers solutions to the predicament of the believing mind facing the faithless flood that is our culltour.

"Study to show thyself approved unto God, a workman that needeth not to be ashamed, rightly dividing the word of truth,"  (2Tim.2:15) "...and be ready always to give an answer to every man that asketh you a reason of the hope that is in you..." (1Pet.3:15)  These verses tell us where to begin and why.

Study your Bible.  Use the helps available when you don't understand a passage.  (If you're at a computer often, an excellent resource is the Blue Letter Bible.)
Don't just skip over tough parts.  Act as though you were trying to learn more about, and how to please, Someone you love with all your heart.  The credibility of your witness is increased when it is clear you know what is, and is not in the Word.

"...Keep that which is committed to thy trust, avoiding profane and vain babblings, and oppositions of science falsely so called." (1Tim.6:20) 

"Avoiding profane and vain babblings" speaks simply to the futility of attempting a discussion with someone blasphemous, or who doesn't know what they're talking about.  Just excuse yourself politely.

That bit about "science falsely so called" is important, though.  Considerable real evidence abounds for the facts revealed in Scripture.  Simply being able to say "There's new research on that," and then citing it, is a very powerful argument turner, even for "intellectuals."

The "scientific" argument is presumptive of some knowledge of an empirical nature--something proved; yet most of these claims are specious, and easily refuted by someone who has done some homework. Reams of scientific evidence of ID have been published.  An excellent source for such info is In Six Days, subtitled "Why Fifty Scientists Choose to Believe in Creation."  There are many more.

Those allergic to reading can find many  audio ad video resources.  Among the best are the studies offered by Chuck Missler of, Koinonia Institute and by Answers In Genesis (regardless of the dismaying performance of Ken Ham in his "debate" with Bill Nye, the "science" guy).

Learn the Word.  Dwell in it.  Fit your brain with new neural pathways to Truth by memorizing passages you find powerful.  
Learn some actual science, and you won't be backed down by ignorant claims or assumptions.
Best of all, the sheer supernatural power of the Bible will transform your heart.

Here's a little something to get you started:

"Same sex" marriage

"Same sex" marriage has always been a poor meme, to me, because my brain goes into dialogue mode:
"Yes, Reverend, we each plan to remain the same sex."
Or the old saw about the old married guy saying, "That's the whole problem...The same old sex!"

"Same" is a close translation of the prefix "homo" and doesn't require any explanation to a child, so I suppose it's practical; but it's a scriptural oxymoron.  And I don't think it is only "the religious right" who are uncomfortable about this.  (There are cultures, and religions, in other parts of the world that will never accept this who make that guy with the rude signs seem pretty reasonable.)

To express anything other than complete approval and actual encouragement of homosexuality (and a group of other practices and conditions grouped in an acronym) is social and political suicide.  You will be branded, first, a "homophobe"--a term invented to imply that anyone who doesn't care for homosexuality is simply "afraid" of their true desires.  Second, you will be called a "bigot" and a "hater" even though you have never discriminated, never said or done anything threatening in any way.

A lot of believers chafe under this simply because of how frustrating it is to be misrepresented by assumptions, called names, and not heard.  "Now you know how we feel!" they cry, and around it goes.

Here's the thing.  The vast majority of Americans want, and believe in, a separation of church and state.  I do, too, now that the state has made ungodly intentions clear, and much of the church is sounding like a political action committee.

"Marriage" is an institution controversial to the carnal mind because it was invented by God.

It's recorded right there in the Bible as His pattern for the relationship that anchors a family; nonetheless, sociologists, psychologists, anthropologists, philosophers and humorists have been confounded by it for centuries on end, insisting it can't work, is obsolete, and unreasonable.  That's because, "except the Lord build the house, they who build it labor in vain," and "the carnal mind can not comprehend the things of God."

Soooo, at some point, someone decided that, for legal reasons (related to divorces and estates), the state would offer a legally binding "civil" union for those folks who didn't grok the whole "sacred" union deal.  And, so bureaucrats proceeded, without a peep of protest from the Body of Christ, to "marry" people in a revocable legal contract that has nothing to do with the covenant God had in mind--sort of an imitation of Biblical marriage.

Now, they want to broaden eligibility for this arrangement--expand the market--and "Christians" are outraged, claiming the "definition" of marriage has been violated.  Well, that ship sailed long ago when we let them call it "marriage" in the first place.  They have their own definition, just as they have their own ideas about the Book on which ours is based.

I recall that Someone told us our "kingdom is not of this world," that "our weapons are not carnal;" that, though we are in the world, we are not to be "of it."

Some people want to outlaw sin.
Been done.  Doesn't help.
Paul tells us clearly what the Law is for.  Until conviction and repentance occur, it's all the same to God, and should be to us.  Sin is all the same, in spite of how certain types affect different ones among us emotionally.

As is often the case, "Christians" thought they would prevail in a public argument (it's hardly worthy of being called a "debate") through indignation and an insistence on some sort of "morality."   None of those things makes sense or matters in the culltour we're in.

"He said the world would hate us!"
Yes, but it better be for the right reasons.  If you get yourself persecuted for some cause other than the gospel of salvation--which is NOT the Law--will that glorify or please Him?

"Conviction of sin is the ministry of the Holy Spirit," not ours. 
Stick to the message we were given to pass on: "Be reconciled to God."
If you can't speak the truth in love, please be still.
And let the lost play house under whatever rules they make up. 

Fellowship

Let's start by sharing a video:
http://www.ijreview.com/2014/04/126780-homeless-man-walked-onto-music-video-one-expected-join-without-missing-beat/

First I have to quiet the nagging voice of my culltour-hardened carnal mind that's whispering, "It's all staged, set-up and all. Very well done, but staged." 
Does that make a difference?  Does that undo the point somehow?

Yes, it would.  So, let's follow the rules of love set forth in I Cor. 13, in particular, "charity believes all things."  So, what we just saw was, indeed, a really cool blessing.

I have spent some times, in a wide variety of circumstances, ministering to the whole spectrum of "the homeless," from indigents determined to bum their way, to the uninstitutionalized mentally disturbed, to folks displaced by hurricane, and migrant workers stranded by the same storm.  Yeshua was right.  There will always be a need for this kind of service.

Decades ago, I was involved with a coffeehouse ministry which grew into a food and clothing bank hosting two free meals a week for, at times, upwards of 300 "street people."  As part of this, and in addition to our coffehouse entertainment, we put on gospel concerts in public parks.  (Yes, and we didn't have to file any forms or pay any fees.  Most times they even turned on the power for us!)

Recently (at my wife's urging, of course) I have been "back in touch" electronically with some friends from those days.  Some of these renewed contacts have been discouraging and sad.  Others have been the opposite, and have felt, in fact, like actual "fellow-ship."

Fellowship, to my mind, is more than getting together and having a nice time sharing in something.  It speaks of a depth of common experience and feeling that is the lasting bond among veterans of anything.  Those with whom I have shared experiences of testing are particularly dear in my mind, even if the tests were, in themselves, nothing major.

A young, long-haired brother, who also played and sang at the coffeehouse and concerts, was helping me put together a print shop, and we had acquired an old offset press and, with the help of an elder brother, reconditioned it.

I got up exhausted one morning from a night of violent vomiting and stumbled into the print shop to find my young friend with the press running, testing the vacuum on the steel feeding prongs with his finger.  "Mark," I said, "don't do that!  It could suck your finger right in there."
"That's the problem." said Mark.  "It won't pick anything up."

"Let me see," I said, touching the middle finger of my left hand onto the tip of the prong.
The machine hungrily seized my finger and stuffed it between two steel rollers where a sheet of paper would just fit. Mark had his hand on the switch, so it didn't go in very far; but it was caught firmly.

"Get help," I suggested, and the entertainment began.

Standing at the press I watched Mark dash out the door and turn left.  Moments later, he crossed in front of the door again, farther away, running in the other direction.  A few seconds later, farther away, he crossed my narrow field of view again and I wondered what someone coming into the shop right then would have thought to see me, finger caught in a machine, doubled over laughing helplessly.

The memory of that cartoon and its hilarious sincerity have made me laugh aloud many times over the years.

If Mark Stone had not put his hand on that switch, I might have a mangled hand to this day. 
He shared the above video, and shares parts of my testimony to this day.  That's fellowship.

Now, some Blimey Cow:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wTtXeXAmCfw&feature=player_detailpage

The "mounting death toll"

Television, in its fractal way, brought three disparate issues together this week.

   

First, the latest in the endless chain of catastrophes buried some folks in a mudslide, and the grim facts soon turned the impossible rescue mission into an impossible body recovery operation.   

Second, some progress has been made in locating and identifying the remains of still-unaccounted-for U.S. military war dead.   

Third, the haystack needle search for a missing airliner has triggered angry demonstrations by families of the missing.

The first event, so small in terms of “death toll,” is made intimate as we see a father’s anguish.  Empathy tells us his heart is holding onto the hope that a miraculous event has sheltered his child in a pocket of air where he will be found alive.  We can all clearly see workers struggling to move through the suffocating, ubiquitous slime to search.  It’s exhausting, agonizing, dreadfully slow, and so difficult, estimates for completing the search have extended into autumn.

The DOD is proud of having finally consolidated the bureaucracies responsible for communicating with survivors of soldiers, sailors, and airmen missing in action from a chain of wars going all the way back to “The Big One.”  Some vets who missed getting “decorated” have finally been awarded their due, and some more remains identified.  We saw footage of soldiers sorting through trays of dirt from archaeological type digs looking for fragments, as part of an ongoing operation in sites all over the world.

When the jetliner disappeared, precarious, justifiably paranoid politics may have misled location efforts in the crucial first days.  The search that has been going full tilt since the first hours has mushroomed into a vast, expensive, multinational effort with no end in sight, even though everyone involved admits too much time has passed to expect success.  Meanwhile, relatives of the missing are actually angry with their government for not “solving” this.

What do all these people want?  The popular word for it is “closure.” 
The silent emphasis is on the second syllable.

Decades after an event, survivors will weep to finally feel the “relief” of “knowing for sure.”  It’s just so hard for us to actually accept—believe in—death.  But, there it is again.  Every time, in fact.

Why do people care so much about the fate of carcasses?

One of many “hard sayings” of Jesus was “Let the dead bury the dead.” 
What did He mean?  Do we not know? 

But, why do folks who don’t bat an eye at a growing list of abominations and slaughter seem so dedicated to “knowing” what became of corpses they knew personally, or were responsible for nationally?

“Remains” is such a revealing term. 
Here is what’s left, after the person has ceased operating.  Every culture has ghost stories about what might happen to the “soul” or “spirit,” based entirely in fear and ignorance.  First, they don’t understand the difference between soul and spirit, and have never consulted the single document on Earth that explains such things; but, they know what happens to the flesh, and because that’s all they really get, that’s the focus of their concern. 

 

For long ages, folks have made a big deal out of what must be done to “properly” and “respectfully” dispose of human cadavers.  Even now, when “science so-called” has convinced most of them we’re just animals, and it’s all just “tissue,” most people have strong visceral and emotional responses to the issue.  Paul makes plain in Romans, they know deep down what’s right and wrong; they just can’t get it to work right because of that whole dead to the spirit thing.

Being born again, raised to new life through baptism, is the only Way, according to The Master, to find eternal Life, and to be transformed, by the renewing of your mind, into someone who knows the Truth, and has been set free--free from the law of sin and death.  Being one of these new creatures calls for full-time focus on a greater reality than the soap opera being acted out around us. 

 

Our “closure” came as we sank beneath the water.  Now we live again, but not as our own.  

When someone close to us dies, we rejoice to know there is no doubt of their membership in The Kingdom.  If a loved one has not been saved, then we know they will rise again, with all mankind, for judgment. 

 

Whether we know the exact time, or the circumstances, or get to have a “proper” burial, death is the certain end of us all.  What happens next is the important part, and the grandest funeral ever celebrated won’t affect that outcome at all.

Here's this week's video treat: 
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F9yIM5G9QM8&list=WLlcL5vphCZ7CsUSi3BSWwPJ1wALX5pYTo&index=29