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This is from the blog Real Christianity:
THE RESPONSIBLE PARTY
Isn’t America supposed to be a Christian nation? If so, whoever wants to blame the government, lobbyists, political parties, and the great money powers as the cause of our current state is barking up the wrong trees. These entities merely stepped into a void that was created when American Christians vacated their place of responsibility. I’ve been saying this for decades and have been getting slammed by Christians for decades for saying it. I have now noticed that others are saying it. It’s about time.
The facts are clear. There is only one responsible party for America’s decline: Christians and the ministers they choose. Which Christians are most guilty? The Lord said this:
“From everyone who has been given much, much will be required; and to whom they entrusted much, of him they will ask all the more.” [Luke 12:48]
There is no doubt there is an evil elite in this world that possesses great power. Its members are in the process of finalizing the one-world globalist government of the Last Days as prophesied in Holy Writ. This structure is enveloped with a false and deceptive surface light but contains an inner core of pure darkness.
Real Christians are the only ones who can possibly possess the spiritual power to overcome this powerful darkness. There are very popular and powerful ministers in this country with GIANT platforms but they almost never use them for the right reasons, such as revealing the devil and defining sin. Could it be they never would have achieved their great success had they used their platforms properly?
THIS COULD WORK!
Here’s a suggestion:
Make a list of the top 50 influential Christian leaders in America—those who are extremely influential, wealthy, and well-connected—including mega pastors, Christian television personalities, and ministers of any denomination. Suggest strongly that they start DEFINING SIN specifically and speaking out very powerfully against sin, including the very worst sins such as abortion. Suggest they do this every single time they speak in public ministry, at churches, at conferences, on television, on radio, on the internet, and out in public. Suggest they begin using their tremendous wealth, influence, advantage, and giant platforms to teach other Christians to do the same.
I guarantee you things would start turning around. It wouldn’t take long. Though there would be a tremendous backlash from the forces of evil in the beginning and some of these people would get powerfully slammed, people in this country would start getting convicted. They would start repenting of their sin. They would start receiving what their souls have been crying out for:
(1) Discovering what sin is
(2) Discovering the sins they are guilty of and have on their account
(3) Discovering the great power sin has over them
(4) Discovering the way to be released from the power of sin and be free
The real Gospel would then start doing the work it was designed to do. Light would shine. Darkness would flee. America would change. The Great Awakening would begin coming forth in great mighty waves. This is exactly what happened when the Lord Jesus came. A Great Powerful Awakening took place in the land of darkness and the shadow of death! But what also happened?
He got crucified.
So now you know why the suggested Big 50 will never take our suggestion, even though a few of them have already been unjustifiably maligned by anti-Christian enemies. The simple fact is that there is not a Stephen among them. They are nothing more than members of a Christian elite with their own personal agendas. The American Great Awakening, therefore, is dependent on the kind of people Paul defined in the following passage.
It is dependent upon YOU.
For consider your calling, brethren, that there were not many wise according to the flesh, not many mighty, not many noble; but God has chosen the foolish things of the world to shame the wise, and God has chosen the weak things of the world to shame the things which are strong, and the base things of the world and the despised God has chosen, the things that are not, so that He may nullify the things that are, so that no man may boast before God. [1Corinthians 1:26-29] 
© 2016 by RJ Dawson. All Rights Reserved.
Real Christianity—The Nature of the Church
Here is the comment I left on R.J. Dawson’s blog:
“Absolutely positively Amen.
“I have a couple of Christian friends in Jackson, Wyoming. I met them while I was hitchhiking through Jackson back in 2003. I have asked them and I have asked the Lord why the Lord has had me hitchhike through Jackson so much.
“Jackson, Wyoming is a very wealthy, liberal town in western Wyoming. It has around 9,000 people and has an abortion clinic. My friends have protested outside of that abortion clinic many times in the past few years. My friends just got kicked out of the First Baptist Church in Jackson because the people in that church didn’t like them protesting outside of that abortion clinic. My friends have also been rejected or harassed by a few other Christian churches in Jackson because of their stance against abortion.
“As far as I know, most of the churches in Jackson are fairly worthless. I believe that there are some very powerful principalities in Jackson. Before the Lord can judge the town of Jackson, He has to judge the worthless Christians that live in Jackson.
“I believe the Lord has had me hitchhike through Jackson to intercede against the principalities in that town and to warn Jackson of its wickedness.
“The wickedness of Jackson, Wyoming is the United States in microcosm.”
Cliff Creek Fire–InciWeb
Third Fire Confirmed Near Jackson
Jacksonites, Yours is a Bloody City
Wildfires in Wyoming Marching Towards the Town of Jackson
Jackson, Wyoming Fire, 2012
The Eruption of Mount Pelee, St. Pierre, Martinique, 1902
A Place Utterly Decadent by Reputation
Are There Ten Righteous Men in Jackson, Wyoming?
Psalm 83: 1-5:
“Keep not thou silence, O God: hold not thy peace, and be not still, O God. For, lo, thine enemies make a tumult: and they that hate thee have lifted up the head. They have taken crafty counsel against thy people, and consulted against thy hidden ones. They have said, Come, and let us cut them off from being a nation; that the name of Israel may be no more in remembrance. For they have consulted together with one consent: they are confederate against thee.”
Psalm 83: 14-18:
“As the fire burneth a wood, and as the flame setteth the mountains on fire; So persecute them with thy tempest, and make them afraid with thy storm. Fill their faces with shame; that they may seek thy name, O LORD. Let them be confounded and troubled for ever; yea, let them be put to shame, and perish: That men may know that thou, whose name alone is JEHOVAH, art the most high over all the earth.”
Today is a red-letter day in my life. Earlier this afternoon, I was thumbing for a ride just outside of Wilson, Wyoming when this SUV pulled over onto the shoulder. The lady’s name was Ellen Lederman and we had a great talk all the way over Teton Pass to Victor, Idaho.
Ellen told me that her husband was a Nobel Prize winner in physics. I told her that I had never met a Nobel Prize winner before and that I had never met the wife of a Nobel Prize winner before. She said that her husband was Leon Lederman and that he won the Nobel Prize in 1988. She said that Leon also wrote five books. One of the books was entitled The God Particle; I told her that I had heard of this book.
We then started talking about John Nash and the film A Beautiful Mind. I told her that I thought it was a very good film. I had also read twenty pages of the book A Beautiful Mind by Sylvia Nasar. Ellen mentioned that she and her husband once had dinner with John Nash.
I told Ellen that I had an English professor at Iowa State University who later won a Pulitzer Prize for fiction in 1992 (Jane Smiley, A Thousand Acres). Ellen said that she thought Iowa State was a very good school and that the state of Iowa was very beautiful: rolling prairie and clean and tidy farms that dotted the country side.
Ellen drove me to Victor and dropped me off at the laundromat so that I could wash a load of clothes. After the laundromat, I went to the library and read a couple of important emails that I had received from a publishing company in Maryland. These emails were about a manuscript (Writings from the Road) that I had been working on since the summer.
Never the Same–Michelle Krubeck
Prophets and Quantum Physicists
Time, Timelessness and Jesus Christ
Dimensions 1–Heavenly Coordinates
“The first gulp from the glass of natural sciences will turn you into an atheist, but at the bottom of the glass God is waiting for you.”
–Werner Heisenberg (Father of Quantum Physics; awarded the Nobel Prize in Physics, 1932)
This is from the blog easthackney:
First off, I want to apologize for my recent opining with regards to Montana and Wyoming. I had lots of time during today’s ride to try and understand what happened to me. Looking back over the last two months I realize that California, Oregon, and Idaho were ideal: perfect weather, beautiful scenery, outstanding riding conditions. And then everything changed. The weather turned cold, rainy, or snowy. Hills became much steeper and longer. Scenery became isolated and dreary. I guess I had not anticipated this and was unprepared. Each day became full of worries. How steep? How high? Will it snow? Will there be services? Will there be bears? And this worry seriously colored my outlook. This ride has been incredible – both the good and the bad. I’ll try to temper my complaining over the bad. That said, today’s ride was the first sunny day in probably three weeks, and it was spectacular. I’ve got photos to prove it.
The ride begins in Dubois and will take 76 miles to reach Landers, so it will be a long day. It feels good to do away with the heavy layers, ski gloves and balaclava. And it’s so nice to be out of the snow.
The first thing I notice are the red rock formations, and how incredibly expansive this land is. I feel so miniscule.
These pix can’t possibly capture the grandeur of the landscape:
Look how wide open it is:
In every direction I look, I can see for at least a hundred miles – and no condos:
At some points I feel a little uneasy, realizing how insignificant I am on my puny bike in this immense expanse. It’s a little like The Twilight Zone.
I feel like the only living creature on the planet. There aren’t even any cars!
Well I think you get the idea. I did run into the first transam riders I’ve seen riding east to west – two guys younger than my daughter Jade. We chatted about what our different experiences have been so far. I felt it incumbent to warn them about bears, service closures, and the frigid snow. They told me Colorado is fantastic. When we said goodbye, they referred to me as “sir”. I like that – Sir Hackney. Rather Royal.
I ran into a hitchiker just outside Dubois, Tim Shea [Shey]. He’s probably in his early fifties and had a 75 pound backpack. It just seemed unusual to see a hitchiker out here – there aren’t even any cars! And towns, if you can call them that, are 40 miles apart. Well, Tim and I ended up leapfrogging each other all the way to Landry. He’d get a ride for 10-20 miles, then be standing roadside while I catch up and pass him. Nice guy though. A Christian, and been hitchiking for 18 years. Go figure.
There’s a lot of Indian reservations out here, Crowheart for one. I heard there was a big battle between two tribes a long time ago. I saw some young men on horseback herding cattle like in the movies. I wanted to take a photo but felt that might be inappropriate. Sorry. Just a few more photos before Landry.
About 5 miles out of Landry, large black threatening clouds are forming on my right. Then comes the thunder. I’m pretty much gassed but I push hard to get into town before it lets loose. I make it just in time, check in to a rustic Wyoming motel, and enjoy a NY steak dinner.
On The Way To Rawlins, Wy 5/23
A few days ago, I hitchhiked from Riverton through Dubois to Jackson, Wyoming. I then got a couple of rides over Teton Pass to Driggs, Idaho.
I was standing on the side of the road in Driggs when this pickup pulled over. I got in and a guy named Steve drove me to Tetonia. Steve said that I could stay for supper. I met his girlfriend, Lynette. I was able to shower and wash my clothes. They also gave me a big supper; I was very grateful.
Steve, Lynette and myself had some intense fellowship. Steve told me that he never picks up hitchhikers, but that when he saw me, he had to pull over and give me a ride. Lynette told me that she took a lot of drugs in her younger days and the memory of those days sometimes haunted her. Recently, the Lord kept showing her the numbers “747”. Finally, she came across Luke 7: 47 in the Bible:
“Wherefore I say unto thee, Her sins, which are many, are forgiven; for she loved much: but to whom little is forgiven, the same loveth little.”
I told Lynette that if she abides in Christ, those past sins are gone because she is washed in the Blood of Jesus.
Steve and Lynette let me stay at their place that night. The next day I got a ride from Tetonia to Bozeman, Montana. From Bozeman, I got two rides to Big Timber on I-90. From Big Timber, I walked around four miles east and then got a ride to Columbus with a guy who was going back to work in the oil patch in North Dakota. I slept near the Yellowstone River in some pasture south of Columbus that night; the dew was very heavy.
The next day I hitchhiked through Absarokee and Roscoe to Red Lodge. There were a lot of people on motorcycles that day–maybe they were going to the biker rally in Sturgis, South Dakota.
From Red Lodge I got a couple of rides to Cody, Wyoming. My last ride that day was with an older lady from Cody to Thermopolis. I slept outside someplace on the south side of town; even though it had been very warm that day, it cooled down very well that night.
This morning I walked two miles and got a ride with a pastor from Thermopolis; his name was David. We had some good fellowship all the way to Shoshoni. He was going to visit some friends in a hospital in Greeley, Colorado. Before David dropped me off in Shoshoni, we had a short time of prayer and then I hit the road.
Sometimes the Lord foreshadows something that He is going to do. When I got dropped off in Thermop, I went to fill up my water bottle. These two guys at the gas station walked up to me and kicked me down a couple of bucks. They wished me the best in my travels. The one guy had done some hitchhiking a few years ago. I then walked a few blocks and these two guys in a car pulled over and talked with me for a few minutes–they asked me about my hitchhiking. It was very positive.
The Presence of God was very strong while I slept under the stars last night. I knew that the Lord was up to something. This morning, David and I had a good talk about certain scriptures and the things of God. It was very edifying. I am very grateful how the Lord puts people in my path.
Luke 10: 16: “He that heareth you heareth me; and he that despiseth you despiseth me; and he that despiseth me despiseth him that sent me.”
A Week in the Life of a Hitchhiker
“Don’t be overwise; fling yourself straight into life, without deliberation; don’t be afraid – the flood will bear you to the bank and set you safe on your feet again.”
March 7, 2013
By Rachael Horne
Tim Shey has spent the last 16 years hitchhiking
around the Mountain West, occasionally passing
through Teton Valley. Using his thumb to solicit
a ride, he’s ended up with a few tickets and even landed
in a Wyoming jail cell. It was only for a half hour, but
still, it drained what was left in his light wallet. But Shey
can walk along the state’s roads a little more freely as the
Cowboy State has recently tweaked a state law, making
the practice of hitchhiking legal.
Gov. Matt Mead signed the bill last week, which was
introduced by Alta, Wyo., Sen. Leland Christensen.
“It’s about reducing the weight of government on the
backs of citizens,” said Christensen.
But in Idaho, thumbing is still illegal.
Idaho code prohibits a pedestrian from
standing on a highway to solicit a ride.
Often a report of a suspicious person
appears in the Teton County Idaho
Sheriff’s log, but occasionally it’s
simply someone seeking a ride.
Sheriff Tony Liford said if someone reports a suspicious person
and it’s a hitchhiker, they’ll check to make sure there
aren’t any outstanding warrants. If there aren’t any, the
person is usually given a warning that hitchhiking is
illegal. Liford said he doesn’t remember citing anyone
for hitchhiking and many times, if the person is going
the same direction as the deputy they’ll be given a ride.
Still, the law is fine the way it is, Liford said, because it
gives his officers the discretion to check on or remove
someone if necessary.
“We’re not running around out there looking for
hitchhikers so we can hammer them,” said Liford.
“That doesn’t happen.”
And usually, most people hitchhiking in Teton Valley,
Liford said he knows who they are.
There’s one regular hitchhiker at
Broulim’s who often gets picked
up by the same people.
if he sees the guy and he’s on his way to
Victor, he’d sometimes just gives him
a ride himself.
Liford said there are very few hitchhikers
who are transient. Plus, people
tend to get picked up here pretty quickly.
Hitchhiking has long been common
practice in both Teton County Wyoming
and Idaho for recreationalists. Skiers, hikers,
skaters and bikers on Teton Pass and Ski Hill Road
have long used the practice to get back to their cars
or a destination at the top.
Christensen said seeing so many people hitchhike
in the Tetons was part of the reason he
wanted to change the law.
“I had the opportunity to make it correct and
I had great support around the state,” he said.
What was interesting, Christensen said, was
once he brought up hitchhiking, was just how
many legislators had their own experiences
hitchhiking and many of them did it
extensively, he said.
For a state that cherishes personal freedom, Christensen
said he thinks the law was passed when hitchhiking
came into disfavor across the US. He said as far as he
could tell, there seemed to be a real push against it on a
national level because of fears people associated with it.
And hitchhiking is directly tied to freedom for Shey.
“Freedom of movement, freedom to explore,” he said.
“Freedom to find a job someplace else.”
Now that it’s legal, Christensen said it doesn’t mean
it’s always a great idea. He said people should use
great caution when giving someone a ride or asking
for a ride. Liford echoes that sentiment.
“It’s not a safe practice,” said Liford. “I wouldn’t
want people by themselves and in particular
women, to pick up just anyone. When you pull
up to the pass and see someone with skis and
a dog, you know them, it’s probably fine. But
if you get a transient and it’s their only way of
transportation. Ehh. It might not be a good idea.”
Q & A with Tim Shey
16-year hitchhiking veteran and
author of High Plains Drifter: A
Hitchhiking Journey Across America.
His blog can be found at
Which state is the easiest to
get a ride?
That’s a good question. Maybe
Montana or Oregon. The friendliest
people I have ever met were
from Nebraska and Texas.
Which is the hardest?
I’m not sure. The toughest city to
hitchhike out of was Las Vegas back in 2005.
The friendliest city by far was Salt Lake City.
Any tricks that work for
getting people to pull over?
There is probably a psychology to hitchhiking.
If you are under 40, you could probably pass
for a college student: stay clean cut, shave,
wear a shirt that says University of Kansas or
something, don’t wear sunglasses, don’t chew
tobacco and then spit on the floor of the
car you are riding in (I picked this kid up
in California, when I had my pickup years
ago, he was chewing tobacco and spit on
the floor; I let him off at the next town).
Me? No tricks. I put my faith in Jesus
Christ and He protects me. I have
never carried a weapon. Many
people have told me that I was
the first hitchhiker that they had
ever picked up. Maybe the Lord
wanted me to redeem the tarnished
image of hitchhiking in the
How do you keep
from looking “suspicious”?
Just be yourself. And if you are
a criminal, you will just be your
suspicious self, get arrested and
end up in jail where you belong.
Any advice for people
looking for a ride using their thumb?
For long distance hitchhiking, have a backpack,
a sleeping bag, some clothes, maybe a tent
and some other things.
Anything else you want to add?
I have hitchhiked through the Driggs-Victor-
Jackson neighborhood many times over the
years. Met a lot of great people there. The
last time I hitchhiked through Fremont County,
Wyo. (Sept-Oct 2012), this deputy sheriff told
me that, if he saw me on the highway again, he
would take me to jail in Lander. The last time I
hitchhiked was November 1st of 2012. Maybe
my hitchhiking days are done.
Teton Valley News
Guided by the Thumb
Last night I had a very strange, positive, uplifting dream about Wes Barron.
I first met Wes in Jackson, Wyoming back in 2003. We became good friends and had some good Christian fellowship. He was really in tune with the Holy Ghost. But I became concerned that Wes was spending too much time with worldy, false Christians. The Lord had me warn Wes about these worldly friends, but Wes continued to spend time with them. I thought that these people would drag Wes back into the world.
By 2006, the Lord told me to separate myself from Wes.
Around Thanksgiving in 2007, I was hitchhiking in Victor, Idaho and this car pulled over. It was Wes and his mom. Wes was in the passenger seat; his head was bandaged up and his arm was in a cast. He told me that he was racing motorcycles in Utah and crashed. He was in a coma for two days. Now he was staying with his mom in Idaho.
That was the thing about Wes: he absolutely loved speed. One time he drove me over Teton Pass in his pickup and I asked him why he was in such a hurry (there was snow and ice on the road). He was a very good downhill skier. One time he was in a downhill race in Jackson and he was in fifth place when he wiped out and cut his hand real bad; Tommy Moe, the Olympic Gold Medalist, eventually won the race. Wes also liked to rock climb; he was a risk taker.
I stayed with Wes, his mom and his stepfather for Thanksgiving. Wes drove me to the main road between Tetonia and Sugar City, Idaho and then I headed to Montana. That was the last time I saw Wes.
In 2009, I was contacted by some friends in Jackson. They told me that Wes died while rock climbing near Jackson. He was 26 years old. I hitchhiked from Montana to Jackson and stayed with some friends for several days. They went to the funeral and they said that the church was packed. (My apologies to Wes Barron’s family—I just was not able to go to the funeral.) Wes was very well-known in the Jackson area.
The dream. In the dream, I was talking with Wes and some other guys. We were going to go on a camping trip. I couldn’t believe I was talking with Wes. I thought he had died. He told me that after he died, he was raised to life again. It was such a pleasant surprise. The dream was so real and it was so good to talk with Wes again and he was very happy.
I believe this dream is from the Lord. After Wes died, I wondered if he made it to heaven because the Lord had me warn him about his lukewarm Christian friends. I believe if someone has experienced justification by faith in Christ that they can lose their salvation. But if someone has gone through their time of tribulation (purification) and they then experience The Second Coming, that they cannot lose their salvation.
I believe that this dream means that Wes is definitely in heaven. Thank you, Lord, for revealing this dream to me.
Wes Barron Scholarship Fund
Wes Barron’s Dream
Barron found peace in living on the edge
Wesley Barron offers a toast during his sister Mary Gieck’s wedding
Jeff Milton said something very interesting the last time I spoke with him. He told me that his grandfather and a friend were out hunting in the Wind River Mountains back in the 1930s. They got caught in a snowstorm. They walked in the high country for a while and came upon these two cabins.
They walked into the first cabin and the dinner table was already set–plates and everything. There was a gun hanging in a gun rack on the wall. Those two guys stayed there till the storm blew over. The two cabins were a life saver. The hunters did not die of exposure in the snowstorm.
Over the next few years, Jeff’s grandfather would go up to the exact same spot in the mountains and look for those two cabins. He never found them.
If the Lord can speak the heavens and the earth into existence, providing two cabins for a couple of hunters in a winter storm is a piece of cake. Thank you, Lord. Glory to God in the Highest!
The Stranger in the Snow
A Dream About Egypt