#1907 Night Watch, Tethered to the Thanksgiving Table

#1907

Night Watch, Tethered Thanksgiving Table

"We Gather Together" - Hymn

     Beside us to guide us,
     our God with us joining,
     ordaining, maintaining
     his kingdom divine;
     so from the beginning
     the fight we were winning;
     thou, Lord, wast at our side,
     all glory be thine! 

The manacles of idealism, I held for my country, even as a disabled blind veteran, I lost many years ago.  I know I lost all respect for government when I witnessed Monica Lewinski in the well of the United States Senate, as she testified in the impeachment trial of President Clinton.  I lost more, further insulted as a citizen, when the democrat party attempted to remove God from their platform.  Then, recently, the spiteful presidential election we have just witnessed, the combination of communist democrats, enabled by liberal (yellow) fourth estate corrupt news media, along with paid street rabble protesting the winner of the presidential contest.

Now, this week, we observe a strictly American holiday, Thanksgiving.  For American offspring who have never wanted for anything, how could they possibly be thankful for anything?

We remember as children, Thanksgiving stories of the pilgrims.  Our pilgrim fathers had on beautiful black uniforms with large black hats on which there was silver trim...large buckles on their belts.  The truth is they had nothing, mostly dressed in rags that had survived their long trip across the Atlantic.  My ancestors landing on the shores of New Jersey, Morristown had eked out an existence around the stumps of trees.  They had broken their few farm implements, just burying their dead, who had not survived the terrible weather without shelter. 

In Dante's Inferno, he said there is a very hot place in Hell for those on this earth, who want to remain neutral.  So many of our fellow man, do not have the courage of faith, too many, just want to absolve themselves of all pretentions of life and death, even as an atheist.  Most, believers as well as unbelievers, have never traveled the world, as has this world traveler, and seen firsthand what the world is like in those places where the hand of God has never taken root...the uselessness of it all, as shown in their life's ambitions, their work ethic, their attempts to make things better.  The Christian's Bible tells us that the earth is not worthy of those saints, who were the frontline warriors of faith.  (Hebrews 11:38) 

This writer, has traveled the world (8 round the world trips-passport stamped in 157countries) I truly believe God wanted me to sense his creation, to see what the world was like IN THE PLACES, where his word had not taken root.  The greatest populations of the world, the poorest people of the world, are below the thirtieth parallel.  One cannot conceive the poverty there and yet, these human beings, God loves too.  In every city of the world, where I could see church steeples, I realized a city with prosperity, a place where some saint had labored, most had become martyrs for the cause of Christ.

Can we even imagine today's martyrs, even in "Church America", church members who like to function from air conditioned foxholes, called pews?  Can we even imagine today's male martyrs...their pants pulled down with their underwear showing...wearing flip-flops, juiced up on addictive drugs?  And we think that the god of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob, "God who changeth not" (Malachi 3:6) will let us escape.  Oh the hypocrisy of it all, today's "church" members, powdered and perfumed, sitting on padded pews, staring at stained windows, never even once, considering what goes on outside the walls of their sanctuary. 

The insanity of thinking we are tethered to a Thanksgiving Day table of food with which we will foolishly gorge ourselves, the night watch of wanting to stampede into a store on Black Friday...a holy time which has become a hallucination of semi-spiritual spreeing and shopping.  Do we really think there is too much smoke in God's eyes, from all that cooking, for him to see our debauchery...the fakery of Thanksgiving? 

Once, traveling in the Sudan at Thanksgiving, I was in a Khartoum Hotel, those Muslim people wanted me to have a typical American Thanksgiving Meal, they had cooked some birds of some sort, pitiful burned things on a platter. 

God has told us in his word, that he enjoys the praise of his people.  Forget the overeating, forget the over shopping, forget the excess entertainment.  IF YOU KNOW HIM, YOU ARE TETHERED TO HIS REMEMBERANCE TABLE MORE THAN TO YOUR THANKSGIVING TABLE.  And, it is not just a prayer of Thanksgiving for your blessings, the blessings of your family and your community.  The largest city in the world, Mexico City, sits in the mouth of a volcano, can we even imagine the horror there when that volcano erupts?  But, those twenty million plus people are nothing compared to the fifty million plus babies already dead from the volcano-holocaust abortion killings in America....to say nothing of the abortion-baby killings in Godless, communist places.  The first time I was in Communist China, I was told that the greatest problem with their sewages system was dead female babies...one child policy, female babies killed in order to have a male baby.  HOW MANY AMERICAN CHURCH MEMBERS PRAY ABOUT LIFE ON A DAY WHEN WE PROCLAIM THE BLESSINGS OF LIVING? 

Your writer-doctor had, I am told,  a wonderful bedside manner but it did not ensure health.  There are lighthouses all along our North Carolina coast, but we still have shipwrecks.  In all your doings, cooking, shopping, visiting, during this season, major on the important things, your hunger for redemption, your joy in salvation, you may be the only person on whom one other person can depend, most of us do not do great things.  One man, Edward Kimble, won Dwight L. Moody to Christ (the great Moody Church and organizations thrive today) Moody won a baseball player by the name of Billy Sunday to Christ, a non-descript man, Mordecai Ham was won to Christ by Billy Sunday.  Mordecai Ham became a great preacher, held a tent meeting in Charlotte NC.  A young dairy farm boy by the name of Billy Graham was won to Christ at that Ham meeting.  Now, at age 98, Billy Graham has won more people to Christ than any other preacher.  Compare him to David Rockefeller, the richest family in America.  David Rockefeller, now age 102, only concerned with making himself richer.  On this Thanksgiving Day, tethered to whatever controls us, any person, any place, any language, any education, can count the apples on a tree.  But, Thanksgiving Day is lost to you unless you understand that only God, can count, and knows the seed in every apple, the trees possible from every apple seed.