Gospel on the Rocks

When is the last time you wept over your sins? When is the last time you bowed before a holy God and pleaded with Him to put in you a new heart. To not let you be deceived by the wickedness of your own heart, but that the Holy Spirit would guide you into all truth. If you can’t remember you’ve got a gospel on the rocks.

The Lord isn’t serving up mixed drinks folks. He is a holy God looking for a holy people. (2 Corinthians 6:17) The church today has become so intertwined with the world that you can barely distinguish between the two. Christians, why do we watch our brothers perish without a word of rebuke? “I don’t know how they would receive it. They may take it wrong and that wouldn’t be very loving.” Rubbish!

Is Jesus not our example? Is He not who we are striving to be like? Then will you just sit idly by while the world redefines who He was? This nonsense idea that Jesus accepted everyone exactly how they were. Take the woman caught in the act of adultery; what did He say to her? “Go, and continue living with a man who is not your husband for I love and accept you just how you are.” No, he told her very plainly, “Go and sin no more.” What did Jesus say to the Pharisees when they were upset that he was eating with publicans and sinners? Did He say for the Pharisees not to worry about it because He loved the sinners just how they were? No. He said that He had come to call sinners to repentance. (Matthew 9:13)

Go today, go kneel down before our God, the all consuming fire. Ask Him to melt you down and bring the dross to the surface so that it can be taken away and you can be pure. Why are we watching the same vulgar tv shows and movies as the world? Why are we listening to the same vulgar music as the world? Why are we inviting cancer into the temple of God through tobacco use? Why do we have churches recognizing homosexual pastors instead of helping them overcome their sin? Why do we have time for every single event the world has to offer, but we don’t have time to bow down before our Lord? If you are a faithful church goer and seem to be blissfully unaware of any sin in your life I beg you to wake up. If you were perfect already He would take you home, ask Him to show you your blind spots.

When church? When did we get so afraid of offending men that we thought it would be better instead to offend God.

Karen’s Nightmare

Karen awoke in a chilled sweat. Her sheets around her soaked. Her husband remained undisturbed and snoring. Karen decided to go downstairs for a glass of milk to try and shake this eerie feeling. As she tip toed downstairs she paused to admire some family photos. She and her husband Rodney had three wonderful boys. Those boys were her entire world. She was so thankful the abortion had impacted such a small part of her family. Being content with her three boys she had Rodney “fixed” they liked to joke. She would never have to worry about a choice being made again. Karen hadn’t thought of any of it for so long, but over the last few weeks she had been having the same dream over and over. In the kitchen she had a small glass of milk and made her way to the couch to collect her thoughts. The dream played through her head step by step of that day.

As Karen was led into the clinic she remembered hearing all the yelling. Everything seemed muffled but bits and pieces came through. “Choice” “Life” “Laws Change” and “Murder” seemed to be words that stuck out, once through the doors everything was quiet. The people inside were much more friendly and willing to help. She felt alone and confused through the whole process. Her mother was there with her which made it a little more comfortable, but awful at the same time. The prescreening seemed to take an eternity. There were talks of adoption, finances, hopes, dreams, and career goals. This all faded into the background when it came time to make her final choice with the doctor. Only her mother’s words remained, “This is my life, I have all the right to make this choice.” It hardened her will to do what she must under the light of the evidence she had. Her last memory of the actual procedure was the cold of the forceps. Three days later she emerged from the clinic in the arms of her loved one’s. She made her choice, mom and dad were proud. Her birth mother’s howls and protests only an echo, she was disposed of humanely and her organs donated.

I Dr. Meechin, record Karen’s story and others like hers in hopes to set the record straight at my own peril. The New Liberty Party has outlawed any form of speech that critiques their actions. The final freedoms fell quickly in our country. My hands are dirty in all of this as a former abortion doctor and active fascist fighter, or so I thought. I was their on the front lines. Every pro-choice rally, every gay pride parade, every gender neutral petition.  In 2015 the Supreme Court of the United States made a monumental power grab by overturning the will of the people and rights of the states by redefining marriage. We knew it wasn’t technically lawful, but we were right and we knew it.

By 2017 we had achieved regulations enforcing and protecting the transgendered community. Anyone who failed to acknowledge humans by their sex they self identified and instead presumed their biological sex to be the determining factor of their gender was silenced, fined, and/or jailed. At this point I patted myself on the back for the new era of social justice I had helped usher in. Over the next few years society adjusted and adopted these new polices and norms. The boundaries just kept moving though, things never really settled down. Marriage had been redefined numerous times and was now more of an oddity than anything meaningful. I remember one of the stranger marriages being between 163 college students and their professor. I didn’t technically agree with this idea, but in order to maintain my principles of equality and love I supported their rights to marry.

When the man to beast marriages started to be sanctioned by the state I tried to speak up that we were perhaps taking things a bit too far. We needed to have some sort of standard. I fell prey to the same vitriol and hatred I used to spew at rallies and protests. Some of the people I walked arm in arm with waving rainbow flags accused me of bigotry. I had nothing to stand on, no point of reference from which to call anything wrong or immoral. 2025 saw the abolition of all sexual laws as these laws by their very nature were deemed oppressive and damaging to human development. The DAD bill (Delayed Abortion Decision) is why I left the abortion practice. After aborting my first four year old I knew my humanity was gone. The DAD bill had allowed up to five years for parents to make a decision on abortion. This was touted as the bill that would protect any child from ever being told they were a mistake or an accident. With the erosion of any kind of moral absolutes or objective facts our society had brought itself to a ledge.

The New Liberty party came on the scene as the government party that could save us, pull us back from the ledge. It is this doctor’s humble opinion that all they did was toss us off. The rode the GOD bill to power. The “Generations Only Decisions” bill declared that the state would handle the human rights involved in generational pregnancies and the continuation of the human species. All women found to be pregnant would be required to attend abortion clinics ran by the state. This would satisfy both the pro-life and pro-choice sides. All the current laws would remain intact and all acts were permissible but anytime life was conceived in a womb the state immediately had jurisdiction and power.  The woman would make a choice, but so would the baby. The woman had three choices prior to conception. Celibacy, Contraceptives, or any Non-Life Inducing sexual acts. The baby had three options that would be played out live on the ultrasound.

If the mother wished to keep her child she still needed the baby to choose her. If she wanted to abort the baby, the baby needed to consent. The baby could remain still and accept the abortion; squirm away showing a rejection of the mother’s abortion choice; or grab or kick the doctor’s instrument indicating a decision to abort the mother. The government always gives more weight to the babies’ decision as a higher potential source of tax revenue than a female already a quarter or so of the way into her life.

I’m hopeful that some future generation can turn it all back around. That they can restore peace between woman and child; restore marriage between man and woman; restore love between God and mankind. I fear though that we have sunk too far. As of this writing on May 3, 2031 over 1.2 million American mother’s have been aborted.

Alms! Alms for the Poor

Do you work hard for your money? Maybe you don’t work hard, but you still make a large sacrifice. You surrender your time. Each one of us is only granted so much time on this big blue ball. Obviously there are exceptions, but for the most part the majority of us would like to see this “work” thing go away. Such is life that we have to work to eat and afford certain amenities. After I have met the obligatory requirements of my employer they reward me with a paycheck. Boom, up jumps Uncle Sam yelling about his cut. Next come all my bills to chew up the fruits of my labor. Now we move on to a few creature comforts like cable, phone, internet, and nesquik. Now hopefully I’ve got all the money chirping birds quieted down and I’m home free.

Or so I thought. They are coming. Who? The British? No, the poor. Jesus said they would be with us always until the end of the age. They might come through my TV as a malnourished child. They may show up as Holocaust survivors in an email. Or perhaps it will be face to face on Emily Drive with a sign, camo, backpack, and/or a guitar, possibly a dog. Let me be honest, I am a cheapskate. There is a reality show about cheapskates and I often admire a lot of their tactics. I think we are going to need to turn to another source besides my inclinations for some clarity on dealing with the poor.

There are a ton of verses all throughout the bible dealing with money. Some of them are about our money, some are about the money of others, and some tell us how to handle our money in regard to people with less money than us. I just want to point out one from Proverbs that gets me thinking when I’m tempted to gloss over the plight of my fellow man.

“Whoso stoppeth his ears at the cry of the poor, he also shall cry himself, but hall not be heard.” (Proverbs 21:13) No around the bush, no mincing words, just a matter of fact proclamation. I’ve still got a lot of growing to do in the realm of generosity, in the meantime I’ll practice this verse to save my own bacon.

One last thought; imagine our country’s government not being able to steal away our freedoms and livelihood under the guise of helping the poor because as Christian’s we already beat them to the job.

Bathroom Bigots

I haven’t really wrote much concerning the cultural woes our country is having, so why not start. I need to cover a few ground rules. I must be adamant about this first point so pay attention; the LGBT activists who’s practices I will denounce in this post are the same people that I will be praying for to come to the Lord and walk in His ways. I must follow up with the clarification that to practice homosexuality/bisexuality/gender re-identification/or any other form of sexuality outside of a God ordained singular male to singular female is sin, and not walking in His ways. Anyone who teaches otherwise is deceived. With that being said, let us move on to the point of the post.

Are you aware of the heads that have begun spinning due to the attempts at getting some common sense laws passed? You know, say something to the effect of men not being allowed in the ladies room and vise versa? It has created an uproar in States like Georgia, Virginia, Kentucky, and North Carolina. Out comes every social justice warrior with a keyboard to scream “Intolerance” “Bigots” “Racists” (I know gender isn’t a race, but I think racist is like a safe word for them, they just enjoy throwing it in there regardless of relevance)

0.3% or roughly 700,000 American adults identify as transgender. We are going to write laws that force 99.7% of the population to placate to their struggle? I sympathize with these people and their struggle of gender identity, but we can’t simply turn the world upside down because of it. What about the women and children in these restrooms. I don’t assume every transgender person to be a pedophile or rapist, but I certainly assume any pedophile or rapist to feign the life of a trans for the ease of targets. Do we care nothing for the trauma of rape victims, that we would put men in the restroom with them?

How often do we hear of the horrible corporations pulling the strings in Washington. All the lobbyists using their millions of dollars to advance their agenda. Now we have multiple corporations such as the NFL and Paypal among others doing the same thing. Where is the cry that big business has no place in politics and that corporations are hi-jacking our government? You don’t hear those arguments as long as the agenda being advanced is removing any acknowledgement of sin from our lives.

That is the bottom line, man is in rebellion to his creator. He wants no hint of authority above himself. Rather than subject ourselves to His authority and rules. We try to rule and subject reality to our rules. The further we go down this rabbit hole, the darker it will get. Lets wake up Christians. Quit worrying about games, social media, and leisure activities. We are going to have time for all that later on; lets get busy building His kingdom.


I am a Proud Man

To even write it out (yes I wrote it before I typed it) is hard for me. Books are a funny thing; if done properly they can be integral in shaping who we are. I’m not so completely blind thank God as to be totally taken off guard by this battle in my life. In Recent reading there was a list of thirty identifiable traits of a proud person. The more I read the less comfortable I was. I didn’t take an exact count, but I matched up pretty close to twenty-five. To my shame that isn’t an exaggerated figure for dramatic effect. I have let enjoyable activities be ruined, had arguments with friends and family, even hindered mission work all by my pride. It bleeds over into my good intention and hopeful works for the Lord.

I think the single biggest target of the evils of my pride is my poor wife Savannah. I am easily irritated, pouty, prone to bursts of anger, and able to slice her more finely than heavenly ham with my tongue. Let me say she handles it all quite well which I think only further damages my pride. In it’s death throes my pride makes it’s final stand; it throws on the cloak of spirituality. This would be the part of an argument (if it was in humility and love I could call it a discussion) where I attempt to shield my pride with the most recent biblical shortcomings and failures on my wife’s part I can think of. My pride like the joker slips out under the smoke screen and she is left there fighting. Does this sound like the love of Christ for the church? That is how I am called to love her and give myself for her.

Husbands, lend me your eyes. God has given us the responsibility of being the spiritual head of the household; this should not be taken lightly. Don’t forget for one second that she was His daughter before she was your wife and we better treat them as such. The bible commands women to submit to their husbands. Now don’t let that get twisted up in pride. That command should put a healthy dose of the fear of God in a man.

Think of it as two brothers being dropped off at the mall. The one brother is fourteen while the other is six. As their father is dropping them off he tells the six year old, “Be good, and listen to your brother.” Then as the older brother begins to exit the car he feels a stern grip on his arm and hears, “Protect your brother from anyone trying to harm him, and so help me if you harm him…” Men, we will pay a heavy price if we  mishandle our God given duties to our wives.

I’m six years into my marriage and as you’ve read clearly still failing in this area. I only hope and pray that I’m not when I’m seven years in. This post is an apology, a confession, a prayer request, and a warning to me and all my fellow Christian men. That warning is this: Swallow your pride and be good to your wife; her Father is a consuming fire.

Are you serious?

I think our world has all the fluff it needs. I want to bring something to your attention today that isn’t fluff. Don’t misunderstand me here. My Lord brings me to tears often and I am unashamedly thankful for that. I am as tender as I know to be with my daughter, and would be even softer if I knew how. These are not the “fluff” I’m speaking of.  I’m talking about cupcake Christianty. Life’s so good and always will be cheerleaders.

I said that to say this. Get serious. Quit playing around with the world. We have but one life to give our King and then comes judgement. Anyone with half a pulse can see that more and more bible prophecy is being fulfilled. Jesus didn’t play around with any nonsense that you would have an easy life. He said you would have tribulation. (John 16:33) Furthermore if you are fortunate to live right up to the rapture he said you would see worse trouble than the world has ever known. (Mark 13:19)

Are we in His word everyday? Are we daily bringing our petitions and supplications to Him? We have it pretty easy in America as Christians. Don’t waste this time, use it wisely and prepare for battle. If we can’t have victory against the footmen how shall we contend when they bring the horses? (Jeremiah 12:5)

A Post by Sister Bear

Talina’s Story

Please follow the link above to read an amazing little post by my sister wonderfully illustrating God’s love for us in spite of all our filth. When I was young I said she was the smartest person I knew, when I got older I was the smartest person I knew, and just a little bit older she might be making another run for the title. Love you Talina Bennett….like a sister.