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.

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“Occupy Soul Street”


Eph 1:23  Which is his body, the fulness of him that filleth all in all.

In these days of occupying so and so, the most important occupying is the one which the Lord Jesus achieves.

True occupation has two facets which work sequentially and or in synchronization with each other.

The first aspect is that of evicting the former occupant. The second is that of possessing, inheriting, obtaining, controlling, taking tenancy and residency of, and finally dwelling in the place where the former evicted tenant resided.

The great work of Christ in the soul of man is that of occupation. Christ is always evicting the bad and in its place occupying what He expels.

One way is by filling. Filling is occupying.

Eph 1:23  Which is his body, the fulness ( pleroma) of him that filleth all in all

Fullness, the Greek word “pleroma”,  are the ingredients, qualities, and components which make something unique and different to any other object in the universe.

For example, the fullness of Coca Cola are the components, ingredients and characteristics which make that syrupy fluid, Coca Cola, uniquely stand out to any other created object.

Christ’s desire is always to occupy every fragment, mind you, every iota, every cell, molecule, and atom in a human being with His pleroma.

He evicts and kicks out the evil in proportion to our yielding to Him through obedience.

He fills and occupies by revelation and through our faith. Every day we should ask Christ to occupy us.

When we ask, be certain that He will pinpoint something which He wants to evict. You can’t occupy without evicting.

Col 1:19  For it pleased the Father that in him should all fulness  (pleroma) dwell;

Col 2:9  For in him dwelleth all the fulness (pleroma) of the Godhead bodily.

More mesmerizing is that  the pleroma of the Heavenly Father and of the Godhead itself, both live in Christ.

This is the collective pleroma which Christ wants to occupy us with, down to the very last electron and quark in our bodies. Oh what a pleasure to be occupied with the pleroma of the very Godhead as Christ evicts and occupies.

Christ, then, is the real deal in occupying. He is the prototype occupier. He comes to evict and occupy.  He didn’t camp out at Zuccotti Park. He camped out upon His cross, and by the blood that haemorrhages, earned the title of the Great Occupier.

So as we hear of all the occupy  so and so, remember that what these folks are  primordially crying for is the occupation of Christ in their very souls. They just don’t know it.

It’s up to the church of the Living God to show humanity what true occupation is as it becomes occupied.

Saul Alinskys’s Fifth Rule For Radicals


I’ve been baffled at why there is  much mocking and ridicule from the “mainstream media’  and  liberal folks.

I never think of myself mocking anybody.

Ridicule, when it’s done against the foolish and unfounded is bad enough.

It is rude, and disgraceful to mock.

God admonishes people to honor one another.

Ex 20:12 Honour thy father and thy mother: that thy days may be long upon the land which the LORD thy God giveth thee.

Good leaders take time with a rival in trying to nobly answer his queries.

When millions asking fundamental questions of Mr. Obama’s leadership are derided, and become a buffoonery, I’ve scratched my head in disbelief.

I thought that any decent  leader takes time to respond to the uncertainties of those whom he leads.

The burden of  proof usually begins with the leader.

Lo, and behold, today  I got my answer.

It comes from Saul Alinsky’s “Rules  for Radicals.” It’s rule number five.

Take a look for yourself.

“Ridicule is man’s most potent weapon.” There is no defense. It’s irrational. It’s infuriating. It also works as a key pressure point to force the enemy into concessions.

Now, you know.

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.