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Sunday, December 29, 2013

Why I Celebrate Jesus' birthday on December 25th.

Does it really matter on which day you celebrate Christ's birthday? Seriously, think about what you are saying if you say "yes." But, before you make your decision, read this passage of scripture.

Romans 14:1-10 (HCSB) Accept anyone who is weak in faith, but don’t argue about doubtful issues. One person believes he may eat anything, but one who is weak eats only vegetables. One who eats must not look down on one who does not eat, and one who does not eat must not criticize one who does, because God has accepted him. Who are you to criticize another’s household slave? Before his own Lord he stands or falls. And he will stand. For the Lord is able to make him stand. One person considers one day to be above another day. Someone else considers every day to be the same. Each one must be fully convinced in his own mind. Whoever observes the day, observes it for the honor of the Lord. Whoever eats, eats for the Lord, since he gives thanks to God; and whoever does not eat, it is for the Lord that he does not eat it, yet he thanks God. For none of us lives to himself, and no one dies to himself. If we live, we live for the Lord; and if we die, we die for the Lord. Therefore, whether we live or die, we belong to the Lord. Christ died and came to life for this: that He might rule over both the dead and the living. But you, why do you criticize your brother? Or you, why do you look down on your brother? For we will all stand before the tribunal of God.  

So, does it matter which day Christmas is on? No! Does it matter that someone over a thousand years ago decided to celebrate Christ's birth on the day that the heathen peoples celebrated a satanic deity? Maybe, if anything, it exposed the fake Christians that still worshiped their old gods. But this is predicated on the idea that this is the reason we celebrate Christmas on December 25th.

It may come as a surprise to you, but using facts found in the Bible, and in early church history, you can come to two different time frames for Christ's birth, and December 25th fits very well in one of those!

One of the supposed evidences against the 25 of December is that Zacharias was in the course of Abijah. It turns out that the course of Abijah falls on two different dates in the same year!  Specifically, the 10th week of the year and the 34th week of the year!

Using the 34th week of the year as the base for the conception of John the Baptist, Jesus is then conceived in late March or early April and born in late December or early January.

Now, the following link makes a very interesting point! Early Jewish writers state that the shepherds were in the fields year-round, but that they came even closer to town during lambing season, which happens to fall from November to March! What makes this article particularly interesting is that it points out that these shepherds near Bethlehem were Levitical shepherds that were watching the lambs that were meant to be sacrifices! 

Furthermore, Hippolytus (who lived before the Catholic church was started) also stated that December 25th was Jesus's birthday! He used Math to make his point.

Here is something for those of yal who like Clement of Alexandria because he backs your opinion of a woman needing to veiled. He also believed that Jesus was born in late December!

I also understand that there was also a tradition in the Early Church that martyrs died on the 3 month anniversary of their birth.

Sunday, December 22, 2013

Oh say can you see!

To be sung with same tune as the Star Spangled Banner.

Oh, say can you see!

Oh, say can you see by the dawn’s early light
Who so gladly we hailed two thousand years ago?
Whose many stripes and scars kept us through the ages,
As we resisted earthly and demonic harassments?
The satanic arrows, the billowing clouds of confusion,
Could not hide the fact that the Holy Spirit was still at work.
Oh, say does that promise in scripture still stand
For those who wait for the promised return?

On our knees, dimly seeing through the mirror of life,
Where the foe’s haughty host in dread anger assails us.
What is that which the clouds, o’er the morning sky,
Wisp as along, trying to conceal, but failing?
Now my eye sees the great sight,  the clouds
and the sky, are torn asunder and a mighty sound is heard!
‘Tis the Lord Jesus Christ, our Savior! Oh long He will stay
In the land of the redeemed and the home of the steadfast!

And where is that band who so tauntingly swore
With cunning of buffeting and discouragement
That a place in the Kingdom for us, nevermore.
Chains and eternal torment eliminated polluting clamoring.
No pleas could save the atheist and denier
From the terror and pain of eternal torment.
On the mount of Olives, Jesus Christ in triumph does stand
In the land of the redeemed and the home of the steadfast!

Oh, let it be only a short time, when righteous men shall stand
Between their heavenly mansion and Satan’s short deception
Blessed with victory and peace, may the redeemed
Praise the Savior, giver of mansions in the Kingdom!
Then worship God we must, as we have pledged,
And this be our motto: “To God be the glory, forever, amen”
Christ, in triumph shall rule,
In the land of the redeemed and the home of the steadfast!


Merry Christmas folks! 

Sunday, December 15, 2013

Angels unaware

Seasonal Felicitations! 

I keep trying to write this evening, but nothing voluminous seems to come. I think I am probably "papered out" due to all the papers I have written over the past few weeks. So, this week I will leave you with some scripture to mull over.

Remember what Paul says, in Hebrews 13:1-3, in regards to interacting with those you do not know. 
"1 Let brotherly love continue. Don’t neglect to show hospitality, for by doing this some have welcomed angels as guests without knowing it. Remember the prisoners, as though you were in prison with them, and the mistreated, as though you yourselves were suffering bodily."

And while you are at it, remember this passage, especially the part that is in bold. When I read this passage a few days ago in my devotions, it hit me like a ton of bricks. Luke 16:8-12. 
“The master praised the unrighteous manager because he had acted astutely. For the sons of this age are more astute than the sons of light in dealing with their own people. And I tell you, make friends for yourselves by means of the unrighteous money so that when it fails, they may welcome you into eternal dwellings. 10 Whoever is faithful in very little is also faithful in much, and whoever is unrighteous in very little is also unrighteous in much. 11 So if you have not been faithful with the unrighteous money, who will trust you with what is genuine? 12 And if you have not been faithful with what belongs to someone else, who will give you what is your own?"

Sunday, December 1, 2013


In the spirit of the season this post will talk about what I am thankful for.

1. I am thankful that Jesus paid the redemption price for my soul.

2. I am thankful that He regenerated me.

3. I am thankful that the process of sanctification is a continual process.

4. I am thankful for the Mercy of God and of my Family.

5. I am thankful for the friends that I have made over the years.

6. I am thankful that folks are willing to accept me even though I have Asperger's.

7. I am thankful that God has never allowed my family to go hungry, even though we were dirt poor at many times!

8. I am thankful for the leading of the Holy Spirit.

9. I am thankful that Liberty University has given me an almost completely tuition free ride!

10. I am thankful that in 2007 a certain previous employer reached out to me and offered me job and a place to stay, even though this employer thought evil of me and only took me in to change the supposed evil.

11. I am thankful that the employer did not toss me overboard when I stood up to the employer's accusations and hovering.

12. I am thankful that Mark Zuckerburg created Facebook, the site has helped me find distant relatives that are in my book.

13. I am thankful that God has given me the ability to write so that I can express myself! As a youngster it was amazing if I could put two sentences together.

14. I am thankful that God has led me to my current church, Calvary Chapel. These folks are on fire for the Lord!

15. I am thankful that God led me to Liberty University.

16. I am thankful that the people at Liberty accept strange folks like me.

17. I am thankful for the Conservative Mennonite friends who encourage me to keep looking to the lord.

18. I am thankful to the people who read my blog. It means more than you can imagine! (I will write more on this in a few weeks.)

19. I am thankful that God has given me the ability to remember things without the need for repetitive study.

20. I am thankful that God has led men to create such an interesting book call the Bible; a book that has more crazy historical stories than a modern day writer could dream up.

21. I am thankful that God has shown me several occupations that I can do!

22. I am thankful for the website and forum known as Wrong Planet. It was at this site I learned the things I needed to do in order to reduce the effects of my Asperger's. ( )

23. I am thankful that there are people who tell me they want a copy of my genealogy book when it comes out.

24. I am thankful that God has given me the ability to be active, even though my feet are misshapen.

25. I am thankful that God has given us Heaven to look forwards to.

26. I am thankful for my current lodgings and the people I rent from.

27. I am thankful that I can eat so many things as so many of my fellow Aspies have many more allergies.

28. I am thankful that God has given us variations in the seasons.

29. I am thankful that as Christians our kingdom loyalties are not bound to any one earthly kingdom as our identity is not bound to a specific location.

30. I am thankful that my ancestor's were led to come to this nation, but that we can still leave if we want to do so.

Sunday, November 24, 2013

The War OF Independence: A Story of Betrayal

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Sunday, November 17, 2013

Mennonite, Evermore: The positives of what the Conservative Mennonites taught me.

Many people probably think that I hate the Conservative Mennonites. That is completely untrue. In reality, I am thankful that I was part of the Conservative Mennonites. My time within the group knocked some sense into me. I learned valuable social skills among other important life lessons.

Close to a year ago my mom and I ran across this blog post. This was written by a Catholic priest and inspired my own blog post. I agree with much of what he wrote. I am not quoting the entire post as I want you to visit his blog.
by Fr. Dwight Longenecker

The Mennonite in me is also the reason I get so bored with politics and politicians and can’t understand why everybody is so uptight about homosexuality and shopping malls and promiscuity and birth control and bad TV shows and  war and crime and fast food restaurants and beauty pageants and drug barons violent video games and corporate corruption and greedy bankers and democrats and wall street occupiers and Republicans and so forth.

Why does everyone who calls themselves followers of Jesus Christ get so worked up about this stuff?
The Mennonite in me says, “Vell, chust vhat did dey expect?” The Mennonite in me expects bankers to be greedy, politicians to be corrupt and those who follow the way of the world to be venal, shallow, lustful, violent and disgusting. That’s why he went off to live on a farm, mind his own business, hunker down and wait for the persecution to begin. The Mennonite in me declines to serve in the military or the police. He wishes he could get away with not paying taxes. He wants to be left alone, and if the majority of people are slip sliding down into Hell he’s sorry, but he’s not surprised.

The Mennonite in me sings as he hoes the garden, “Dis vorld is not my home, I’m chust a passing through. My treasures are laid up somewhere beyond the blue…” He expects the worst and hopes for the best. He’s grateful for all the many blessings of this beautiful life, but he knows they are fading. He looks for solid joys and lasting treasures.”

I also find that there is a Mennonite in me. The Mennonite in me tells me to avoid those not like me. It tells me not to make eye contact with girls. It tells me to go into a hole and not change the way I do things. In some ways I hate the Mennonite in me.

Then I look on the positives of what the Mennonites taught me.

I see a young man who learned to sing again! Most folks have never heard the following story. When I was between 3 and 5 I would sing at the top of my voice. At the age of 7 I completely stopped singing! I never sang a note until the age of 18! In fact, I only started singing a few months before I went to HBS. I was surprised when at the age of 21 I was selected to the Men's Ensemble at HBS by none other than Dave Gingerich! I sang high tenor that year. Dave does not know this, but during the recording of our last Men's Ensemble song I purposefully went an octave higher. Dave thought it was an overtone. Haha!

I see a young man that is wary of the world. I find that sports and TV do not hold my interest like they used to.

I see a young man who can recognize the danger of equating political views with the Bible.  Recently during one of Liberty's Convocations the speaker, Rafael Cruz (Ted Cruz's father, yes THAT Ted Cruz), said that he believed that the US Constitution and the Declaration of Independence are the most highly inspired documents other that the Bible. Now, I don't agree with the Conservative Mennonites views on politics, but I hold this teaching to be a greater heresy.

I see a young man who has grown bored with the idea of spending the whole gaming on the computer. I would rather be doing something profitable, like finding old books down in the basement of the Vatican.

I see a young man that wants to dig into God's Word. I see a young man that, while he has been jaded by Mennonite heresies, recognizes that he needs to be careful not to forsake everything and believe the next interesting anti-Mennonite thing said to him. I also see a young man willing to defend the Mennonite point-of-view in certain areas.

I see a young man who has been trained to watch how a young lady interacts with people, and not just how attractive she might be. I see a young man who seeks God's guidance about a young lady before asking her out. Unfortunately, I also see a young man who has never had a date. Just call me Monk Manny, it is no big deal.

I see a young man that is more concerned with being right before God than with finding chums. I see young a man who wants to promote God's Kingdom for the Kingdom's sake and not for personal earthly gain.

I see a young man grieved by the ungodliness of his country and that wants to do something about it. I also see a young man that recognizes the foolishness of many of his nations leaders, yet I also see a young man that believes we should entreat our leaders like the woman in Luke 18-1-8. I see a young man who believes we should be subject to the rulers, no matter what type of Government we have. I see a young man who is willing to do what his ancestors did when there was mutual animosity between them and the government, they left their native homelands instead of trying to fight back with weapons.

I see a young man that has found many friends within the Mennonite Church. I know they are people who genuinely care about me. I know that there are those who would do anything for him if he was destitute. I also know it would be unbiblical to flaunt my views in a place where they are not welcome.

I see a young man that understands the silliness of showing a lot of skin. I learned how to dress classy while a Mennonite.

I see a young man that while he does not believe the Mennonite work ethic or semi-ascetic lifestyle is as great as some might think; that work-ethic and asceticism has taught him how to survive on his own! I see a young man willing to help others financially once he has the money to do so.

I see a young man that was completely changed by Conservative Mennonites, and that is not bad thing. In fact, I believe that without the Conservative Mennonite influence I would have probably left Christianity or I would have been in major legal trouble!

Next week will talk on the history of the United States Revolution. I might surprise many of you with my views on the subject.

Sunday, November 10, 2013

The Poems

The Poems

I wrote two poems earlier this year. I like the Redwall books and I decided to write these poems similar to the style that Jacques used. I had three people from Floyd County look at the poems to see if they made sense.  I have modified the poems slightly.

"A mighty sailor maid was silenced." 

A mighty sailor maid there is.

A foolish law of don’t speak at mess.

A mighty wave rocked the boat.

The sailor maid was gone.

But what caused the unnatural wave.

Soon it was discovered.

The sailor maid made the wave.

They found a note.

A deadly infection she had seen.

Just a little time she knew.

Before the infection spread to her.

Fear of the unknown and The Rain.

The captain sent out rescuers.

They found her walking on water.

They were infected, she said.

Acts 4:12 and 1 Cor 1:12, she quoted.

The captain was sad and held a meeting.

No more waves must hit our boat.

We must examine why.

Using more technology than the rest. 

Questioning old ideas.

They are the culprits.

Throw them overboard.

Most did not search their hearts.

Fear of the unknown and The Rain.

That is what they would have found.

With a heave ho and a splash.

Out went some internet usage.

Out went examining old ideas.

The infection spread like wildfire.

The poison even reached the hull.

Later, another large wave.

Nobody jumped it did seem.

Then they realized a twist in the story.

Another sailor had slipped off the boat.

He had gone northeast instead of southwest.

He had left without a note.

And he had made no waves, till now.

He began beating the water with a paddle.

A bottle with a note landed on deck.

Fear of the unknown and The Rain.

This made them weep.

2 Tim 1:7 he had quoted.

A few who were not infected now understood!

For those who stayed, some got it as well.

Virus mutation includes self-righteousness.

Their endeavors were impossible.

Fear of the unknown and The Rain.

They restrict knowledge of the truth.

Some young deck-hands noticed the infection.

They jumped overboard like mice.

Small waves and dark clouds forming.

A tent will do the trick.

Converted sails will do the trick.

A sinking ship from an unnoticed hole.

Everyone had focused on the deck.

Water in the storeroom!

The meat was moldy, the grain was bad.

Twisting of scripture 

Veneration of distorted history.

These superseded real understanding.

Hard sailing with only 400 year-old warped oars.

Port was finally made, the hole fixed.

A third officer and cook were hired.

To keep better watch the captain said.

They forgot about mold spores. 

2nd poem,

"25 years before the wave, another wave"

25 years before the wave another wave.

The sailor maid and her husband made it.

She must do so, or he will leave!

Together they did go.

The man is always your spiritual leader.

Or, so she had been taught.

She grew accustomed to new ways.

They both were drenched with The Rain.

They both were exceedingly glad!

Yet, she yearned for the “safety” of the ship.

Her husband was done with it.

Mentally unstable became he.

The husband forsook her and The Rain.

Mighty heartaches for the children.

The opportunity had come.

Back to the ship she swam.

The children were with her.

Heartaches melting away.

God wanted them there, for a time.

They saw the good and the very bad.

The bad outweighed the good.

The young lad had begun to study.

Compass, charts, and ships log-book in hand.

The log-book was found wanting.


The wise sailor maid had had enough.

Too many casting disparaging looks.

Too many casting disparaging words

Too many accusing her of having a devil.

Because of her experiences with The Rain.

Too many people looking at outward things.

Not enough examining their hearts.

Water witching highly spoken of by Mr. Money.

Cold air battling with Warm.

Money spoke volumes, old one must retire.

Money spoke again, stick with old ways.

Enough! She declared.

This was the reason for the wave.

It rocked that boat to the core.

Not because the wave did any damage.

The wave was quite small.

The Sailors and the Officers overreacted.

Instead of listening they withdrew.

The young man smiled.

History showed what they would do.

Sailor lad had prepared.

Stealthily he left.

Few saw the heresy he saw.

Pharisees teaching Gnostic doctrine.

Busy work revered, rest abhorred.

Easter Sunday confrontation with Mr. Money.

“Be glad you ain’t my son you lazy bum.”

He proposed physical harm. Emotional abuse. 

Lad laughed and joked to hide the hurt.

Visitors heard and were stunned.

Mr. Money forever ignoring.

Membership still in Georgia

No transfer allowed until he landed a local job.

Two years he waited, 1,500+ applications.

5 years after baptism.

No communion with the VA church.

The church that had baptized him.

Disgusted he left. Silently he left.

No excommunication for him.

GA granted congenial release request.

They saw the silly church and the distance.

They understood and bid go with blessing.

A small wave caused the ship to yaw.

Then, a big wave washed across the deck.

A message in a bottle.

Now they knew.

Basking in the Word.

No more ignoring his conscience.

Free in Christ indeed!