Tags: Occupy Wall Street, revolution
Their infernal machine lops and trims the green upstarts, the single emerald sprouts, the high stalk topped with the blue cornflower down to the level of their dull brown mass. Down there in the dull, down among the dead men, the mass molders and they love to inhale the musk of decay.
Their minds are the godless grave of words muttered by Mao, garbled by Goebbels, and limned by Lenin from which no life or liberty can ever hope for escape and resurrection.
Their secular “green” religion has its bad rap but no hymns. Their “progressive” policies eviscerate all prayers.
Their fantasy of a “fairer world” will become their grandchildren’s small and shrunken lives on a nightmare planet where all men, finally equalized, will live like dung beetles on the desolate wastes of what once was.
And yet, like zombies lashed to a dying animal, they persist in their death-in-life existence, seeking only the freedom of an approved and “assisted” suicide as their reward.
They call themselves “progressives” and flatter themselves that their thoughts and actions are “revolutionary” when they are as reactionary as any mob that can be remembered from history.
What happened to all those who, in my youth, marched and sang for “freedom?” How did they become so old, so hidebound, so stuck in the past? When did they become so mired in “Imagine?” How, from once striving so hard against colonialism in all its guises, did they allow their minds to become so utterly colonized by a matted mass of dim and discredited notions?
They chain themselves deep in the pit of pretend, and celebrate their servitude by bending heaven and earth to get you down in the hole that they’re in.
They believe that the individual should become the mass, and that the mass should worship its apotheosis; that single one who best reflects their ossified visions on which the anointing oil has long since dried to a brown crust of thought.
They are the monarchists of the masses. They seek a state in which the head that wears the crown may change but where the crown itself grows forever larger.
They no longer “rage against the machine.” They are the machine.
(HT: American Digest)
Tags: baptism, Christianity, faith
Interesting discussions on baptism this week with Catholic and Protestant friends. From a Protestant perspective, baptism is that outward sign of our identification as believers in Christ. Nothing is added to your salvation by taking this public step, but it is a positive statement of faith, and therefore a good thing. Also, we are commanded to be baptized in water and in the Spirit ( Acts 2:38; 22:16, 1 Peter 3:21).
From the Catholic perspective (as I understand my friend’s explanation), the sacrament of baptism is the means to impart the Holy Spirit into an individual. Therefore, Catholics condone and practice infant baptism, I suppose as a protection. The profession of faith can come later.
Here’s my question – is baptism a necessary part of the act or process of salvation? Does sprinkling or dunking matter?
What a long, strange trip it’s been… Through a long summer of unemployment, school shut-downs, school start-ups, school failures, and eventually, reemployment, my rock-solid beacon has been the knowledge that God is faithful. Finito, end of statement. Man, what a blessing.
Tags: justification, sin
I’ve been wrestling with the whole ‘sinning while saved’ issue and the light finally went on (largely with the assistance of Picklesworth). We say that we are saved from sin and death through the atoning death and resurrection of Christ. The sin from which we are saved includes all of our sins, past, present and future. I had always looked at justification as the ongoing perfecting work of the Holy Spirit in our our lives, and it is that, but it’s also a process or act by which allows us ‘saved sinners’ to come into the presence of a holy God, even though we are not and can’t be perfect, sinless creatures.
“Therefore, having been justified by faith, we have peace with God through our Lord Jesus Christ. Much more then, having now been justified by His blood, we shall be saved from the wrath of God through Him.” (Romans 5:1,9 NASB)
Maybe you can teach an old dog.
…and why are we in this handbasket?
We’d like prayer for my mother-in-law. She’s having teeth removed today in preparation for radiation therapy for throat cancer.
My theological studies are about an inch deep and several yards wide. One concept I can’t get my brain around is the idea that we, as believers, sin and yet continue to be part of the body of Christ. How can I call myself a christian when I continue to do things or maintain attitudes that hinder my walk?
Walking by faith is a continuous struggle and I do ‘all the right things’ to head in the right direction. I spend time in the Word, pray, and spend time in fellowship with other believers. I have what I understand to be a relationship with God because of Christ’s completed work on the cross. Yet still I find myself in attitudes of sin. How come? God loved me enough to save me while I was an unbelieving sinner, but what about now? He doesn’t love me less, yet I feel like I’m sabotaging the relationship.
Tags: Blogging, writing
So I’ve tried blogging, and I’ve tried not blogging. I think I like blogging better. I’ve done the Twitter thing and there’s no content there, just stream of consciousness irrelevant trivia. Facebook is a step above Twitter in terms of content, but there’s rarely any real meat. As a (usually frustrated) writer, give me content, and let me give some back. It’s hard to stay consistent with writing or blogging, but it’s a good outlet.
I took the other site down (www.carefulthought.com) because I wasn’t keeping it current. We will try to keep this one alive!