F.B. Meyer, 1847-1929

This is from the blog A Word in Season:

“The perfect are those who are full grown and matured in Christian experience. They need strong meat. For them there are blessed unveilings of the secret things of God, such as the profoundest thinkers of this world have never reached. The words in 1 Cor 2:9 must not be applied to heaven alone; in their first intention they belong to us in this mortal life. The human eye that has seen the fairest of earth’s things, and the ear that has heard the sweetest strains of human melody, have never experienced the depths of enjoyment of those who have found the love of God in Christ. They who know Christ should not be content with the mere rudiments of the gospel, but should follow on to know those deeper things which evade men who are merely clever, but are revealed to those who are really good.

There are two types of men. There is the spiritual man, whose spirit is the temple and dwelling-place of the Spirit of God. He knows the thoughts of God, because he has a living union with the eternal Mind. And there is the natural man, possessing merely the intellect and conscience of ordinary humanity.”

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– F.B. Meyer

The Spiritual Man
Man Reasons, but God Reveals
Physical Sight and Spiritual Sight

This is from the blog Homeward Bound:

Before acquiring power, and running what was once known as the breadbasket of Europe into the ground, Nicolae Ceausescu’s dream, the pinnacle of his aspirations on this earth, was to be a shoemaker.

He never succeeded at becoming a shoemaker, he just dreamed of being one.

Although there is nothing wrong with being a shoemaker, the fact that this was the heights to which he dreamed to ascend is very telling about the man and his mindset. He did not dream of being a doctor, a surgeon, a mathematician, or even a lawyer. He dreamed of being a shoemaker.

Besides being an aspiring shoemaker, the only other notable thing about the man who would come to be known as the dictator of Romania, was that up until 1965 when he took over, he was first secretary of the Romanian workers’ party. Basically, he was an errand boy, a lickspittle, someone who could take orders, and do what he was told. That’s it. Nothing more. And yet, over twenty million people lived a waking nightmare for close to a quarter century because of this man and his devotion to Communism.

One of the first things the Communists did when they took over was to do away with anyone they deemed a threat to their acquisition of power. Intellectuals, philosophers, thinking men and women were summarily arrested, sent to labor camps, or made to live out the rest of their days in dark dungeons.

It is a demonstrable fact that individuals of inferior intellect have a chip on their shoulder regarding their own inferiority, and they will lash out at anyone they deem to be of superior intellect. The first thing they do when they gain power, is to do away with everyone they deem their intellectual superior.

The second thing they do immediately after the first, is amass wealth for themselves and their inner circle. Once you get past all the flowery speeches, and the promises of a better tomorrow, the insistence on equity and equality, in the end it’s all about the money, and the acquisition thereof.

Every one of these slobbering buffoons who are all in for Socialism don’t yet realize they are simply useful idiots, pawns to be used and discarded when they are no longer useful. The overarching truism is this: Socialism is for the people, not for the socialists!

Ever wonder how every Socialist hero turned dictator ended up a multi-millionaire, if not a billionaire even though their nations descended into ruin, and their people starved to death? Might be something worth looking into before we embrace the lunacy that is Socialism and make it our own, don’t you think?

There are dozens of examples to choose from throughout the world as to the failure of Socialism, or Communism. I picked Nicolae Ceausescu because he was the bane of my homeland’s existence, but everywhere you look, throughout the history of Marxism, Socialism, or Communism, all three interchangeable in my opinion, you see that those who tout them and rise to power because of them, are not what one might call the brightest bulbs.

Even leading up to our modern day Socialist luminaries, we see the selfsame pattern emerging, wherein those pushing for it and stirring others to embrace it are individuals of little to no accomplishment.

Bernard Sanders, the famed Vermont Socialist who wants you to have everything for free by taking it from someone else, didn’t have a real job until his late thirties, and even then his job was to get people to sign up for welfare. Then, by some stroke of cosmic tomfoolery, he was elected mayor of Burlington Vermont in 1981 by a margin of ten votes. Ever since, without fail, Bernard has been suckling at the teat of government.

The man never built a thing, he never employed anyone, he never started a business, or bought a franchise, or tried to make it on his own. For thirty-eight years and counting, he has been living off the taxpayers he despises and wants to confiscate even more from.

If a man has no proven track record of accomplishing anything of value or permanence, if he has not proven that he can run something as paltry as a lemonade stand, what makes you think that he can run the biggest economy in the world successfully, while transforming it into something it was never intended or designed to be?

Chew on this: The aforementioned aspiring shoemaker was worth nearly $2 Billion Dollars at the time of his execution in 1989. Not bad for a guy who had to sound out the words when he read. 

With love in Christ,
Michael Boldea Jr. 

All That Glitters
Venezuela Cursed Israel and became CURSED

This is from the blog Dover Beach:

“The truth is like a lion; you don’t have to defend it. Let it loose; it will defend itself.”

–Saint Augustine of Hippo

This is from the blog Homeward Bound:

Propaganda works best in a controlled environment. Especially when first starting out on the path of indoctrination, it is very important to have no voices of dissent, or differing opinions, because the subjects have, as yet, not been inoculated to truth. If not fully indoctrinated, if not fully immersed in the propaganda to the point that they will not even believe what their own eyes are seeing, they might do the unthinkable and think for themselves.

The dark side went for the long play, and it worked splendidly. They were not interested in trying to change the mind of a generation within the span of a few short months fraught with turmoil and despair, they were interested in changing the minds of the next generation, within the span of a generation, and so they honed in on the demographic they knew would eventually grow to be of voting age, the young.

While they slowly whittled away at this nation’s history, while they did away with God, morality, virtue, and self-reliance, while they systematically erased the past so that they could define the present and frame the future, the household of faith was busy infighting, backbiting, and dealing with the heady issues like whether or not there should be a coffee bar in the new sanctuary.

I realize it’s never comfortable being confronted with one’s own culpability in the corruption of an entire generation, but we have no choice but to own up to it, and try to salvage some or our dignity by pushing back on the lunacy that has gripped this nation.

We must learn from our mistakes, and understand that appeasement does not work. It never has, and it never will. Rather than resist, we attempted to appease, and we were still called the same names, still vilified, still made out to be intolerant, illiterate rubes, even though we were wearing the skinny jeans and the horn rimmed glasses.

Is it too late? I don’t know. But by doing nothing, saying nothing, sitting on our hands and waiting for the rapture, it will certainly and without equivocation be too late at some point.

There is an entire generation living in a bubble, and I’m still waiting for some of them to be confronted with the real world. I am anxious to see how they will react to real life having been coddled and sheltered for their entire existence. Real life is messy. The real world is messy. In the real world you have bills, you get fired, you have to find a job, your car breaks down, your kids get sick, and you can’t live off of mummy and daddy’s allowance until you’re old and gray.

This is the reality the bubble people will be confronted with sooner rather than later, and for the life of me I don’t see how they won’t spiral into depression and suicide the first time someone tells them no.

You can’t get at the bubble people without puncturing their bubble. You can’t expect someone to intuit the truth when they’ve been propagandized their entire life. Truth must be spoken. Truth must be verbalized. Truth must be declared boldly and robustly. Then, perhaps, some will be set free, and in turn go and declare the truth to others.

With love in Christ,

Michael Boldea Jr.

This is from the blog Words from the Crucible:

Invictus Refuted

A parody in disdain of William Ernest Henley’s famous and Godless poem, “Invictus”:

Into the night that covered me,
Black as the pit which held me whole,
He became sin that He might be
The conqueror of my soul.

From blinding clutch of Satan’s bands,
I heard His voice and cried aloud,
Then saw His blood on my own hands;
His face was marred, His head thorn-crowned.

Beyond the veil, He draws me near;
Through horror He my ransom paid,
That now in me He finds revere
And by His grace makes unafraid.

He leads me through the straitest gate,
He purged of punishments the scroll.
He is the Master of my fate,
He is the Captain of my soul.

Shiloh
Yom Kippur
Goodbye, Las Vegas
Examining Invictus
“Invictus” Redeemed

Daniel in the Lion’s Den

This is from the blog Richard’s Watch:

Posted approx 8am today on her Ignite Ireland Ministries facebook, Veronika West reports the following, which as with all prophetical matters is for your weighing and discernment with the Lord and scripture:

AN URGENT DREAM CONCERNING PRESIDENT DONALD TRUMP; 
“WATCH FOR THE DEN HAS BEEN PREPARED AND THE BLOOD-THIRSTY LIONS LIE IN WAIT””…!

I come to you today, it’s 3am in the morning I have woken from a powerful dream concerning President Donald Trump where I was shown a GREAT UPHEAVAL THAT IS COMING IN THE DAYS AHEAD, in this dream I found myself standing in a dark dungeon type place and the SMELL OF THE AIR IN THAT PLACE IS HARD TO DESCRIBE BUT IT WAS THE SMELL OF BLOOD AND OF LIONS (having been brought up as a child in a Wildlife Conservation I KNOW THE SMELL OF LIONS), it is a SMELL SO DISTINCT THAT IT IS A SMELL THAT IS UNMISTAKABLE…! As I stood in that dark place my nostrils filled with the smell of (blood and acid like tones), I BEGAN TO FEEL FEAR RISE UP WITHIN ME, then suddenly I saw a bright light appear round about me and an Archangel of the Lord stood before me in the dream and spoke to me saying, “FEAR NOT, for you have been brought to this place for what is about to take place”, as I listened suddenly the dream shifted I was taken high above the WHITE HOUSE WHERE I WAS SHOWN A SMALL OPEN WINDOW (which faced SOUTH) AND AS I LOOKED THROUGH THE OPEN WINDOW I SAW PRESIDENT DONALD TRUMP KNELT DOWN UPON HIS KNEES LOOKING UP TO HEAVEN, and as I looked at him I saw A GREAT BATTLE TAKING PLACE OVER THE LAND and, as I watched him cry out to the Lord, suddenly I saw the Archangel GABRIEL STANDING ABOVE HIM WITH A FLAMING SWORD LIFTED HIGH ABOVE THE PRESIDENT’S HEAD AND I WATCHED AS THE BLADE OF THE SWORD TOUCHED HIM AS IF HE WERE BEING KNIGHTED and then I saw President Donald Trump STAND TO HIS FEET and suddenly I saw a MANTLE FALL UPON HIM THAT FLOWED LIKE LIQUID GOLD, THE MANTLE OF GOLD COVERED HIM FROM HEAD TO TOE AND I WATCHED AS IT BECAME LIKE A BODY OF IMPENETRABLE ARMOUR, and the Angel of the Lord left him…! (I woke up)

As I woke up my body my covered in sweat and I was praying so loudly in the Spirit that my son was awoken.., as I reassured my son that all was well I began to feel A GREAT URGENCY TO PRAY FOR THE LAND OF AMERICA AND THE PRESIDENT as I began to cry out to the Lord the atmosphere was HEAVY, it felt as if I was WALKING IN THICK SAND, but as I prayed and warred in the Spirit suddenly the Spirit of God spoke to me saying,

“WATCH AND PAY ATTENTION, PRAY PRAY PRAY FOR THE NATION OF AMERICA AND FOR PRESIDENT DONALD TRUMP FOR IT SHALL BE LIKE IN THE DAYS OF DANIEL WHEN MY FAITHFUL SERVANT WAS THROWN INTO THE LIONS’ DEN, WATCH! FOR THEY SHALL COME TOGETHER AND THEY SHALL CONSPIRE WITH ONE ANOTHER TO DESTROY THAT WHICH I HAVE DECREED AND THAT WHICH I HAVE DECLARED OVER THE LAND AND THEY SHALL LOOK TO CATCH HIM OUT AND THEY LOOK TO GRAB HOLD OF HIM TO UTTERLY DESTROY HIM, FOR SURELY I TELL YOU THE DEN HAS BEEN MADE READY AND THE HUNGRY LIONS NOW LIE IN WAIT”, says the Spirit of God.

“WATCH AND PRAY CALL A FAST FOR THEY SHALL COME TOGETHER AS ONE FROM THE LEFT AND FROM THE RIGHT, YES! THERE WILL BE THOSE WHO SHALL COME FROM THE RIGHT THAT SHALL SAY, “HOW CAN THIS BE”, BUT I TELL YOU MANY HEARTS WILL BE TURNED COLD BY A STRONG SPIRIT OF LIES AND DECEPTION, YES! EVEN A SPIRIT OF MURDER DWELLS IN THE MIDST OF THEM, FOR THEY HAVE HATCHED A PLAN AND THEY HAVE PUT TOGETHER A PLOT TO OVERTURN AND OVERTHROW THAT WHICH HAS BEEN ESTABLISHED. BUT LISTEN, STAY VIGILANT IN THIS HOUR, WATCH AND PRAY, FOR SURELY I TELL YOU AGAIN, JUST AS THE DAY THEY THREW DANIEL INTO THE LIONS’ DEN SO THEY SHALL THEY COME TOGETHER IN GREAT UNITY AND AUTHORITY IN THIS DAY TO THROW A PRAYING PRESIDENT INTO THE DEN OF HUNGRY LIONS. TELL MY PEOPLE IF THEY WILL LOOK TO ME AND CRY OUT TO ME IN THIS HOUR I SHALL SEND MY ANGELS OF PROTECTION INTO THE MIDST OF THEM, YES! INTO THE STORM OF RISING LIES AND FALSE ACCUSATIONS AND INTO THE MIDST OF THE ROARING LIONS AND THEIR BLOOD-THIRSTY MOUTHS SHALL BE SHUT CLOSED AND THAT WHICH WAS CONCEIVED IN THE WOMB OF DARKNESS SHALL NOT COME TO FULL TERM BUT SHALL SURELY BE FULLY ABORTED AND BROUGHT TO NOTHING”, says the Spirit of God.

“NOW WATCH, FOR I STAND OVER MY WORD TO PERFORM IT IN THIS HOUR AND IN THIS DAY, FOR THE NATION OF AMERICA SHALL SEE MY GLORY AND THEY SHALL SEE MY HAND MOVE IN MIGHTY AND YET MORE MYSTERIOUS WAYS IN THE DAYS AHEAD, FOR I HAVE SET MY SEAL UPON MY SERVANT AND A MANTLE OF KINGSHIP AND HE SHALL BECOME MY TRUMPET FOR RIGHTEOUSNESS AND JUSTICE IN THE LAND AND NO MAN SHALL TOUCH MY ANOINTED AND LIVE”, says the Spirit of God.

Conspiring Against President Trump
A Vision Revisited
The Bullet Proof President

This was comment I wrote on the blog Richard’s Watch:

Sometimes, for our time to be synchronized with the Lord’s time, we have to do seemingly crazy things (or at least crazy to the world system/unbelievers). We have to take up our cross and die daily, because we are not conformed to the world. It all hinges on obedience to the Lord.

Two nights ago, I slept in this junked pickup in Hamilton, Montana. It got down to minus 1 degree F; I froze my toes pretty good. After I got some breakfast at a Burger King, I began walking down the road–thinking that I was going to hitchhike south to Salmon, Idaho.

South of Hamilton, this Christian picked me up and took me to Darby, Montana. We had good fellowship. I told him that I went to his church (called The River) about three or four years ago; I thought he had a very good pastor who preached a very powerful message. (I went to The River back in 2015 because this older couple picked me up near Lost Trail Pass and invited me to go there for church. The husband told me that he had picked me up before in around 2006 where we then went to a church conference in Coeur d’Alene, Idaho.) When he dropped me off, he gave me his address and told me to look him up the next time I was in Hamilton.

South of Darby, I got a ride with a Christian couple to Sula where they bought me some hot chocolate and something to eat. I then walked down the road to look up someone who had given me three rides in the past few years. I walked up to his log cabin and knocked on the door. I waited a few minutes and he opened the door. He smiled at me and said, “Hey, Tim. Perfect timing. That was better than my alarm clock. I need to get ready to go to work.” We sat down for a short while and talked about a few things; I told him that his mom picked me up while I was hitchhiking out of Darby just a week before.

So I left his cabin and walked south towards Lost Trail Pass on the Montana-Idaho border. I walked maybe a mile or so and this young man picked me up and drove me to just south of Dillon, Montana. He was going to Utah to go back to school; his route bypassed Salmon, Idaho, but I thought I would still try to make it to Rexburg, Idaho later that day. When we got to just south of Dillon, there was this roadblock: the traffic was closed because of blowing snow on I-15; there were a lot of cars and trucks parked on the road and at this gas station/cafe. I told the guy that when the Lord puts a roadblock in your path, you sometimes have to go in another direction.

I got out of the car and started walking back north on I-15 towards Butte, Montana. As I walked up the ramp, this guy picked me up–I didn’t even have to wait or walk far (perfect timing). When I left Dillon, it was minus 2 degrees F. He dropped me off near Rocker, which is a couple of miles from Butte.

I then walked west on I-90 hoping to make it to at least Drummond, Montana where I could camp out and hopefully stay warmer than if I had to sleep out in Butte (Butte is usually one of the coldest places in Montana in the winter). The wind was blowing very hard and I walked maybe less than a mile when this car pulled over to give me a ride.

This guy was coming from north of Helena, Montana; he was originally from Orange County, California; he was driving to So Cal to see his wife. He was a Christian and we had great fellowship (perfect timing). We drove to Missoula and then south to Hamilton where I told him to drop me off. I was looking at the temperature and it said 5 degrees F and I didn’t want to sleep outside again that night. Sometimes the cold weather frustrates hitchhikers like myself; winter can be a challenge when trying to sleep outside at night.

He drove me to a motel, bought me a room and I was so grateful. We shook hands and I wished him a blessed trip to California. I think it got down to 5 degrees F last night. I was grateful to be out of the cold.

During my hitchhiking trip yesterday, I really didn’t do that much walking, I didn’t wait that long between rides. It was all such incredible GOD-TIMING it took my breath away. So after I leave the library here in Hamilton today, I will look up that guy who drove me from Hamilton to Darby yesterday. And maybe that was what the Lord wanted all along.

His thoughts are higher than my thoughts. God’s timing is perfect timing.

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