Rick Joyner On The Boston Marathon Bombing


This is an important video by Prophet, Bible Teacher, and Writer, Rick Joyner, and his perspectives on the Boston Marathon Bombing.

The video is 26 minutes long.

I found it “eye opening” enough to post on my blog.

This is the link:

http://bit.ly/15KpuWX

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The USA Is In A Judges Three State of Mind


My spiritual father, Watchman Nee, said that you can’t rescue a drowning man, lest he pull you and himself to the ocean’s bottom. You must wait until he’s rendered unconscious to do so.

Methinks that the USA,  my beloved, will have to become unconscious. She is already getting there.  Unconscious to self-created solutions. Anything America tries to fix will fail, and we see that now.

The USA, does not have an economic or socio cultural crisis. She suffers from a God crisis; a wholesale rejection of God.

Human nature is usually to try God last, when everything else fails.

The USA is learning this painful lesson.

The rejection of God produces reprobate thinking, where the good becomes wrong, and what is wrong becomes right. The consequence of this is confusion and darkness in thinking. Thus we see dreadful confusion is the arena of identities. People are saying, I am this and I am that, and what they claim as their own are all broken identities.

The judgment of God is not a lightning zap from heaven, but His complete allowance for our wrong choices to do us in, castigate us, and bring us into utter despair.

Joh 9:4  I must work the works of him that sent me, while it is day: the night cometh, when no man can work.

She has entered the night where no politician, economist or pundit can work to resolve. Only God can work.

The corruption of her politicians, leaders and pundits have made her leadership reprobate in thinking. Good has become evil and evil good.

Mt 15:14  Let them alone: they be blind leaders of the blind. And if the blind lead the blind, both shall fall into the ditch.

America has become a nation of the blind leading the blind. Without a fact she is headed for a big ditch, and already falls into small ones.

The United States is in a Judges Three State of Mind

The key to the rescue of Israel from its enemies was “and when the children of Israel cried unto the LORD”.

I guess that the children of Israel would be for the most part the  church.

The un churched also knows how to cry out the Lord, though.

I will substitute Israel for the USA in the following verses.

The greatest lesson of history is that humanity never learns from it.

So what it was in Biblical days is still today.

This is why evolution doesn’t work.

Man’s sinful nature has not evolved into something better .

Humanity’s only Charles Darwin, if there is to be one, is Jesus Christ.

Judge 3: 7  And the children of  USA did evil in the sight of the LORD, and forgot the LORD their God, and served the Baalim and the Asherahs.

8   Therefore the anger of the LORD was hot against the USA, and He sold them into the hand of Chushanrishathaim, king of Mesopotamia; and the children of  the USA served Chushanrishathaim eight years.

9  And when the children of the USA cried unto the LORD, the LORD raised up a deliverer to the children of the USA who delivered them, even Othniel the son of Kenaz, Caleb’s younger brother.

10  And the Spirit of the LORD came upon him, and he judged the USA and went out to war; and the LORD delivered Chushanrishathaim, king of Mesopotamia, into his hand. And his hand prevailed against Chushanrishathaim;

11  and the USA had rest forty years, and Othniel the son of Kenaz died.

12   And the children of the USA did evil again in the sight of the LORD; and the LORD strengthened Eglon the king of Moab against the USA, because they had done evil in the sight of the LORD.

13  And he gathered unto him the children of Ammon and Amalek, and went and smote the USA, and possessed the city of palm trees.

14  So the children of the USA served Eglon the king of Moab eighteen years.

15  But when the children of the USA cried unto the LORD, the LORD raised them up a deliverer, Ehud the son of Gera, a Benjamite, a man lefthanded; and by him the children of the USA l sent a present unto Eglon the king of Moab.

I am going to phone my good friend Billy Joel and ask him to re word his once famous song, and make it into a Word of the Lord for this country.

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A Tale Of Fidel and the Ice Cream.


I once heard a story about El Comandante Fidel Castro. This is how he indoctrinated young Cuban children.

His soldiers, named “milicianos’,  would visit Cuban elementary schools.

They would gather the children and ask them, “who of you believe in God?” Every little hand jettisoned to the air. “Who here loves ice cream?” . Even quicker than before, little arms shot up, giggles and wide eyes staring into soldiers’ faces.

“Well, close your eyes, bow your heads, and pray to God to bring you ice cream now!” Dutifully, little heads bowed down, as the children prayed in earnest.

“Now, open your eyes”, retorted a soldier. Of course, there was no ice cream.

“Now, pray to Fidel Castro, and ask him to bring you ice cream!” Little heads and hearts stooped once again. “Now open your eyes!” Every soldier held a sumptuous ice cream cone.

Postscript:

There are a few things which I remember from my homeland. We fled penniless when I was six. Castro nationalized both of my father’s businesses.

As we exited the Jose Marti Airport to come to Miami, Castro’s men called us worms.

I remember the bomb that went off at the Havana harbor when I was watched the Three Stooges at a movie theater.  We ran outside to see broken glass and the wailing of ambulance sirens.

I remember when Castro’s soldiers barged into our upper class home, and ransacked our drawers and closets.

I remember hearing stories of Castro having dump trucks collide into each other in the middle of the night, in my neighborhood, to frighten the wealthy.

I remember the great Cuban singer, Benny More, mercilessly beaten to death in a Cuban prison.

I remember my grandmother’s school, El Instituto Edison, one the finest in the nation, stolen from her.

I remember people making coffee from ground black beans.

I remember women as they fled Cuba being stripped search in their private parts for hidden jewelry.

I remember people still driving cars from the 1950’s.

I remember a nation that is silent, for it lives in terror of a government that will imprison, torture or kill its people, if it speaks out against it.

These socialists preach wealth distribution to all expect themselves. Every single one of them are millionaires.

Every single one of them successfully disarmed their nations through gun control while remaining armed to the hilt and quickly subjugated the country, through gun control.

For those of you in America who love Castro, or Che Guevera, who was a hyper racist, and cherish the utopic socialist dream, I pray that you won’t eat the wrong ice cream.

A Tale Of Fidel and the Ice Cream.


I once heard a story about El Comandante Fidel Castro. This is how he indoctrinated young Cuban children.

His soldiers, named “milicianos’,  would visit Cuban elementary schools.

They would gather the children and ask them, “who of you believe in God?” Every little hand jettisoned to the air. “Who here loves ice cream?” . Even quicker than before, little arms shot up, giggles and wide eyes staring into soldiers’ faces.

“Well, close your eyes, bow your heads, and pray to God to bring you ice cream now!” Dutifully, little heads bowed down, as the children prayed in earnest.

“Now, open your eyes”, retorted a soldier. Of course, there was no ice cream.

“Now, pray to Fidel Castro, and ask him to bring you ice cream!” Little heads and hearts stooped once again. “Now open your eyes!” Every soldier held a sumptuous ice cream cone.

Postscript:

There are a few things which I remember from my homeland. We fled penniless when I was six. Castro nationalized both of my father’s businesses.

As we exited the Jose Marti Airport to come to Miami, Castro’s men called us worms.

I remember the bomb that went off at the Havana harbor when I was watched the Three Stooges at a movie theater.  We ran outside to see broken glass and the wailing of ambulance sirens.

I remember when Castro’s soldiers barged into our upper class home, and ransacked our drawers and closets.

I remember hearing stories of Castro having dump trucks collide into each other in the middle of the night, in my neighborhood, to frighten the wealthy.

I remember the great Cuban singer, Benny More, mercilessly beaten to death in a Cuban prison.

I remember my grandmother’s school, El Instituto Edison, one the finest in the nation, stolen from her.

I remember people making coffee from ground black beans.

I remember women as they fled Cuba being stripped search in their private parts for hidden jewelry.

I remember people still driving cars from the 1950’s.

I remember a nation that is silent, for it lives in terror of a government that will imprison, torture or kill its people, if it speaks out against it.

These socialists preach wealth distribution to all expect themselves. Every single one of them are millionaires.

Every single one of them successfully disarmed their nations through gun control while remaining armed to the hilt and quickly subjugated the country, through gun control.

For those of you in America who love Castro, or Che Guevera, who was a hyper racist, and cherish the utopic socialist dream, I pray that you won’t eat the wrong ice cream.