God is not the enemy of man. Satan is the enemy. He is the enemy of
our souls. He is using the perversion of Islam to try and thwart God’s
divine plan for mankind. The Muslims erroneously believe that because
Abraham rejected his first born child, Ishmael, that God can not
really be seen as a father to his children. Because Hagar was a
servant, they believe that they are to be servants. They serve Allah.
This is not true. God loved and blessed Ishmael and made him the
father of twelve nations. Yet, because of the haughtiness and jealousy
of Hagar over Isaac, who was exalted in his father’s house as the
promised heir, she passed this bitterness and resentment on to her son
and the generations of people who claim their heritage from him.
Islam provides a satanic counterfeit to the One True God. It gives the
wounded children of Ishmael a sense of power and authority, albeit
false power and authority. Why God chose the Jews to bring salvation
into the world remains a mystery to all of us. They are not a morally
or spiritually superior people and many Jews are Jews in name only,
meaning they do not believe in God and many, especially here in the
United States, are hardcore liberals who support many immoral causes
like abortion and gay marriage. Meanwhile, most of Israel is secular.
In fact, Israel has one of the highest abortion rates in the world.
However, aside from these things, God has never forsaken His covenant
with His Jewish people.
True peace and restoration will only come when the Jews begin to come
back into their Church. This is where the ministry of Messianic Jews
comes into play. From their ranks will come- 144,000 chosen from the
twelve tribes- young men trained to witness the gospel of Yeshua to
their people. Many will be saved, but there will be a remnant that
will remain opposed to the true gospel message as there will be
gentiles who refuse to acknowledge Yeshua as the Messiah. It will only
be when the Jews start to come back to the Church that the children of
Ishmael who hear the words of the gospel and are saved, will follow
them.
This is what God wants, the children of Isaac and Ishmael, Jews and
Gentile, the wild olive branch grafted in, to come together in
restoration to praise and worship Him in Spirit and in Truth. Time,
however, is, as it is said, of the essence.
Sunday, October 9, 2011
The New Pledge Of Allegiance?
I do not know who really wrote this "new" Pledge of Allegiance. I have received e-mails claiming it was written by a young man attending high school in Arizona.
Now I sit me down in school
Where praying is against the rule
For this great nation under God
Finds mention of Him very odd.
If scripture now the class recites,
It violates the Bill of Rights.
And anytime my head I bow
Becomes a Federal matter now.
Our hair can be purple, orange or green,
That's no offense; it's a freedom scene..
The law is specific, the law is precise.
Prayers spoken aloud are a serious vice.
For praying in a public hall
Might offend someone with no faith at all..
In silence alone we must meditate,
God's name is prohibited by the state.
We're allowed to cuss and dress like freaks,
And pierce our noses, tongues and cheeks...
They've outlawed guns, but FIRST the Bible.
To quote the Good Book makes me liable.
We can elect a pregnant Senior Queen,
And the 'unwed daddy,' our Senior King.
It's 'inappropriate' to teach right from wrong,
We're taught that such 'judgments' do not belong..
We can get our condoms and birth controls,
Study witchcraft, vampires and totem poles ..
But the Ten Commandments are not allowed,
No word of God must reach this crowd.
It's scary here I must confess,
When chaos reigns the school's a mess.
So, Lord, this silent plea I make:
Should I be shot; My soul please take!
Amen
Now I sit me down in school
Where praying is against the rule
For this great nation under God
Finds mention of Him very odd.
If scripture now the class recites,
It violates the Bill of Rights.
And anytime my head I bow
Becomes a Federal matter now.
Our hair can be purple, orange or green,
That's no offense; it's a freedom scene..
The law is specific, the law is precise.
Prayers spoken aloud are a serious vice.
For praying in a public hall
Might offend someone with no faith at all..
In silence alone we must meditate,
God's name is prohibited by the state.
We're allowed to cuss and dress like freaks,
And pierce our noses, tongues and cheeks...
They've outlawed guns, but FIRST the Bible.
To quote the Good Book makes me liable.
We can elect a pregnant Senior Queen,
And the 'unwed daddy,' our Senior King.
It's 'inappropriate' to teach right from wrong,
We're taught that such 'judgments' do not belong..
We can get our condoms and birth controls,
Study witchcraft, vampires and totem poles ..
But the Ten Commandments are not allowed,
No word of God must reach this crowd.
It's scary here I must confess,
When chaos reigns the school's a mess.
So, Lord, this silent plea I make:
Should I be shot; My soul please take!
Amen
The Old Eagle Tree
In a distant field, stood a large tulip tree, apparently of a century's growth, and one of the most gigantic. It looked like the father of the surrounding forest. A single tree of huge dimensions, standing all alone, is a subline object.
On the top of this tree, an old eagle, commonly called the "Fishing Eagle" had built her nest every year, for many years, and undisturbed, had raised her young. A remarkable place to choose, as she procured her food from the ocean, and this tree stood a full ten miles from the seashore. It had long been known as the "Old Eagle Tree".
On a warm, sunny day, the workmen were hoeing corn in an adjoining field. At a certain hour of the day, the old eagle was known to set off for the seaside, to gather food for her young. As she this day returned with a large fish in her claws, the workmen surrounded the tree, and by yelling and hooting, and throwing stones, so scared the poor bird that she dropped her fish, and they carried it off in triumph.
The men soon dispersed, but Joseph sat down under a bush nearby, to watch, and to bestow unfailing pity. The bird soon returned to her nest without food. The eaglets at once set up a cry for food, so shrill, so clear, and so clamorous that the boy was greatly moved.
The patient bird seemed to try to soothe them; but their appetites were too keen, and it was all in vain. She then perched herself on a limb near them, and looked down into the nest in a manner that seemed to say, "I know not what to do next."
Her indecision was but momentary; again she poised herself, uttered one or two sharp notes, as if telling them to "lie still" balanced her body, spread her wings, and was away again for the sea.
Joseph was determine to see the result. His eye followed her till she grew small, smaller, a mere speck in the sky, and then disappeared. What boy has not thus watched the flight of the bird of his country!
She was gone nearly two hours, about double her usual time for a voyage, when she again returned, on a slow weary wing, flying uncommonly low, in order to have a heavier atmosphere to sustain her, with another fish in her talons.
On nearing the field, she made a circuit round it, to see if her enemies were there again. Finding the coast clear, she once more reached the tree, drooping, faint, and weary, and evidently nearly exhausted. Again, the eaglets set up their cry, which was soon hushed by the distribution of a dinner, such as, save the cooking, a king might admire.
"Glorious bird!" cried the boy, "what a spirit!"
Other birds can fly more swiftly, others can sing more sweetly, others scream more loudly; but what other bird, when persecuted and robbed, when weary, when discouraged, when so far from the sea, would do this?
"Glorious bird! I will learn a lesson from thee today. I will never forget, hereafter, that when the spirit is determined it can do almost anything. Others would have drooped, and hung the head, and mourned over the cruelty of man, and sighed over the want of the nestlings; but thou, by at once recovering the loss, hast forgotten all.
I will learn of thee, noble bird! I will remember this. I will set my mark high. I will try to do something, and to be something in the world; I will never yield to discouragement."
Is it any wonder that the eagle, as our nation's most recognizable symbol, exemplifies the true character and spirit of America?
-A Story Taken From McGuffey's Fourth Eclectic Reader
On the top of this tree, an old eagle, commonly called the "Fishing Eagle" had built her nest every year, for many years, and undisturbed, had raised her young. A remarkable place to choose, as she procured her food from the ocean, and this tree stood a full ten miles from the seashore. It had long been known as the "Old Eagle Tree".
On a warm, sunny day, the workmen were hoeing corn in an adjoining field. At a certain hour of the day, the old eagle was known to set off for the seaside, to gather food for her young. As she this day returned with a large fish in her claws, the workmen surrounded the tree, and by yelling and hooting, and throwing stones, so scared the poor bird that she dropped her fish, and they carried it off in triumph.
The men soon dispersed, but Joseph sat down under a bush nearby, to watch, and to bestow unfailing pity. The bird soon returned to her nest without food. The eaglets at once set up a cry for food, so shrill, so clear, and so clamorous that the boy was greatly moved.
The patient bird seemed to try to soothe them; but their appetites were too keen, and it was all in vain. She then perched herself on a limb near them, and looked down into the nest in a manner that seemed to say, "I know not what to do next."
Her indecision was but momentary; again she poised herself, uttered one or two sharp notes, as if telling them to "lie still" balanced her body, spread her wings, and was away again for the sea.
Joseph was determine to see the result. His eye followed her till she grew small, smaller, a mere speck in the sky, and then disappeared. What boy has not thus watched the flight of the bird of his country!
She was gone nearly two hours, about double her usual time for a voyage, when she again returned, on a slow weary wing, flying uncommonly low, in order to have a heavier atmosphere to sustain her, with another fish in her talons.
On nearing the field, she made a circuit round it, to see if her enemies were there again. Finding the coast clear, she once more reached the tree, drooping, faint, and weary, and evidently nearly exhausted. Again, the eaglets set up their cry, which was soon hushed by the distribution of a dinner, such as, save the cooking, a king might admire.
"Glorious bird!" cried the boy, "what a spirit!"
Other birds can fly more swiftly, others can sing more sweetly, others scream more loudly; but what other bird, when persecuted and robbed, when weary, when discouraged, when so far from the sea, would do this?
"Glorious bird! I will learn a lesson from thee today. I will never forget, hereafter, that when the spirit is determined it can do almost anything. Others would have drooped, and hung the head, and mourned over the cruelty of man, and sighed over the want of the nestlings; but thou, by at once recovering the loss, hast forgotten all.
I will learn of thee, noble bird! I will remember this. I will set my mark high. I will try to do something, and to be something in the world; I will never yield to discouragement."
Is it any wonder that the eagle, as our nation's most recognizable symbol, exemplifies the true character and spirit of America?
-A Story Taken From McGuffey's Fourth Eclectic Reader
Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep*
*This poem is attributed to Native Americans, however, the confirmed author is Mary Frye. Whether she was an Indian I am not sure.
Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow,
I am the sun on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning’s hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft starlight at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there; I did not die.
- Mary Frye
Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow,
I am the sun on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning’s hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft starlight at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there; I did not die.
- Mary Frye
I Am Your Flag
I AM YOUR FLAG.
I was born June 14, 1777.
I am more than just cloth shaped into a design.
I am the refuge
of the world's oppressed people.
I am the silent sentinel of Freedom.
I am the emblem
of the greatest sovereign nation on earth.
I am the inspiration
for which American Patriots
gave their lives and fortunes.
I have led your sons into battle
from Valley Forge
to the bloody ridges of Korea.
I walk in silence
with each of your Honored Dead
to their final resting place
beneath the silent white crosses,
row upon row.
I have flown through peace and war,
Strife and prosperity,
and amidst it all, I have been respected.
I AM YOUR FLAG.
My Red Stripes
symbolize the blood spilled
in defense of this Glorious Nation.
My White Stripes
signify the burning tears
shed by Americans who lost their sons.
My Blue Field
is indicative of God's heaven,
under which I fly.
My stars, clustered together,
unify 50 states as one
for God and Country.
"Old Glory" is my nickname,
and proudly I wave on high,
Honor me, respect me, defend me
with your lives
and your fortunes.
Never let my enemies tear me down
from my lofty position,
lest I never return.
Keep alight
the fires of patriotism,
Strive earnestly
for the spirit of democracy.
Worship Eternal God,
and Keep His Commandments,
And I shall remain the bulwark
of peace
and freedom
for all mankind.
I AM YOUR FLAG.
By Thomas E. Wicks Sr.
I was born June 14, 1777.
I am more than just cloth shaped into a design.
I am the refuge
of the world's oppressed people.
I am the silent sentinel of Freedom.
I am the emblem
of the greatest sovereign nation on earth.
I am the inspiration
for which American Patriots
gave their lives and fortunes.
I have led your sons into battle
from Valley Forge
to the bloody ridges of Korea.
I walk in silence
with each of your Honored Dead
to their final resting place
beneath the silent white crosses,
row upon row.
I have flown through peace and war,
Strife and prosperity,
and amidst it all, I have been respected.
I AM YOUR FLAG.
My Red Stripes
symbolize the blood spilled
in defense of this Glorious Nation.
My White Stripes
signify the burning tears
shed by Americans who lost their sons.
My Blue Field
is indicative of God's heaven,
under which I fly.
My stars, clustered together,
unify 50 states as one
for God and Country.
"Old Glory" is my nickname,
and proudly I wave on high,
Honor me, respect me, defend me
with your lives
and your fortunes.
Never let my enemies tear me down
from my lofty position,
lest I never return.
Keep alight
the fires of patriotism,
Strive earnestly
for the spirit of democracy.
Worship Eternal God,
and Keep His Commandments,
And I shall remain the bulwark
of peace
and freedom
for all mankind.
I AM YOUR FLAG.
By Thomas E. Wicks Sr.
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