Definition of radical: very different from the usual or traditional. (Merriam Webster Dictionary)

We should all have heard by now of the liberals’ playbook Rules for Radicals.  In it liberals are taught how to fight dirty with lies, deceit and subversive action. The author of the book, Saul Alinsky, was a Chicago thug and atheist who espoused a quasi communist doctrine.  He wrote about how to achieve the goal of supplanting existing civil order with the godless liberal agenda of “whatever makes you happy is right and good.” Life is fifty shades of gray.

This evil godless man was Hillary Clinton’s idol and also one of Barack Obama’s heroes. These two people were so well indoctrinated by the book that they abide by these “rules” to this very day. One of the things that they were taught is to have tenacity enough to wear the opposition down with relentless falsehoods. Months after Trump won the election they continue to harangue him. This book had to be devised by Satan himself since it is self-serving and oblivious to the concerns of others.

Radical liberals are demanding that we succumb to their will. Screaming and hollering invectives at all who oppose them, they are going the way of the French Revolution and will soon even begin turning on one another, even as Muslims are doing—Sunni against Shiite. Soon, “The Lord will have them in derision,” as stated in Scripture.

Those of us who are trying to live honest, law abiding lives are being assaulted on all sides by lesbians, gays, pedophiles, communists, Muslim extremists, and plain all out crazy people. They hate our ideals of righteous living and minding our own business. They want to destroy our way of life and impose their twisted God-hating will on us. They’ve even gone so far as to exploit our children by teaching transgenderism as a new way of thinking and living. Their demon inspired premise of tolerance is ugly and deceptive.

Last night I read about transgender men dressed in drag reading stories to little children in libraries and public schools. In the accompanying video I viewed they asked the little children if they wanted to be a transgender when they grow up! Naturally, some of the impressionable children said “Yes” while others looked on in confusion. We have become a very sick society, thanks to the liberal agenda of tolerance, no matter how obscene.

Meanwhile, Muslim extremists are now going so far as to eat the arms and legs of their victims. I saw the actual photos, photos of severed arms and legs lying on a table ready to be carved up for stew. Truly the gates of hell have been opened and they will never again close until Christ Jesus returns to rule.

Ironically, the New Testament could also be named “Rules for Radicals.”  The huge difference is that it is diametrically opposed to thuggery, lies and deceit. The New Testament instructs us to be radical with our message of love and concern for others. It tells us that we ought to love God with all our heart, soul and strength and our fellow Man as much as we love ourselves. The healthy mature Christian does so.

We can’t pretend to not know what is going on in the world anymore and ignore it. Life is in our face making demands of us, demands that we can’t ignore. We must determine to rise up against corruption at all costs. We can’t afford to be apathetic or politically correct anymore, nor can we compromise with those who would destroy us with apathy. The very existence of the Christian faith is in jeopardy, and in order to stop it we must be well armed with the sword of the spirit through words and action.

Sadly though, like the Bible says, “My people perish for lack of knowledge” and are ineffective in their witness to others because of it. Knowing and practicing the Word of God is imperative in being a soldier of the cross – and of love and compassion – with conviction. If a person really believes in something he will go out of his way to tell others, even if it means stepping into hell to snatch them out of the flames.

Speaking of hell, I went to a concert at a cultural center featuring instruments such as violins, flutes, cello, French horn and oboe over the weekend.  It began with two percussionists (drummers), a young one in his twenties and an older man in his fifties. With no background accompaniment it was all simply erratic noise, especially since there was no rhythm involved either. The concert was titled, 42nd Street and was supposed to invoke the sounds of New York. It was pure confusion and repetition. It seems that people have forgotten about rhythm, timing and melody. This noise called “music” is a reflection of the confusion and lack of direction in the majority of people’s lives today.

During intermission we went into the art gallery to view what was being passed off as art. It was as if the paintings on display were done in rebellion to God’s idea of beauty and symmetry; what a mess. My five year old grandson could have done better.

The concert continued with violinists playing discombobulated and out of tune chords, and the sounds made my nerves tighten with tension. As we listened and watched the opening movements, one of the violinists began playing with a pencil, of all things, and after a couple of short notes, he threw it dramatically over his shoulder. This action excited some who responded with guffaws and stifled laughter. At the end of this tribute to hell the lead violinist began to use a pencil as well!

This so-called concert could have been staged in an insane asylum. Confusion reigned, and I nearly got up and left—feeling sorry for all the pretentious people I encountered there. Although there has always been pretentiousness among patrons of the arts, it has simply gotten out of hand and confusion reigns supreme. We live in a world of confusion since God was kicked to the curb.

YBIC

Jim Towers       jt.filmmaker@yahoo.com  and  www.thepropheciesmovie and book

You don’t have to be a preacher, pastor or Jehovah’s Witness to be an evangelist. As a matter of fact, it may be an asset for you to just be yourself. Today, God needs all the help He can muster to reach out to a hurting humanity with the gospel of Jesus Christ.

I admit that this was an unusually active day, but being a “people” person I enjoy such a day. Today before going to the gym I checked my e-mail. A loyal reader whom I’ve come to know emailed me from her cell phone. She desperately needed my advice on how to handle a potential suicide. It seems her husband’s friend was suicidal because of the trauma he had recently gone through with the death of his mother.

As if that were not enough, his girlfriend broke up with him on his birthday. Now he was teetering on suicide, feeling he didn’t have a friend in the world. I told her what steps I would take. She wrote back later saying she had followed my advice, which was to get him to repent for not making God a part of his life, receive Jesus Christ into his heart, get baptized, begin studying the Bible and join a Bible-believing church.

That is my approach, since most unbelievers are either atheists, agnostics or know nothing about the things of God.  If a person is sincerely seeking God’s face for one reason or another they must admit that they have ignored Him in their lives. Of every person I’ve led to Christ in this way no one has ever denied doing so.

I look for every opportunity to share Christ with a hurting humanity.

While pedaling the stationary bike and watching the news about President’s Trump’s visit to Jerusalem, it dawned on me that this could be the lead up to the war of Gog and Magog. The night before, I had read that President Trump had bombed Syria once again and I was reminded that Damascus would be completely destroyed in the last days.

President Trump is intent on destroying ISIS, and Damascus is their gathering place. In that same news clip the word “peace” came up again and again. We all know that the Bible says, “They shall say peace, peace, and all of a sudden destruction.” Folks, it’s all happening right before our very eyes.

I thought about how the Lord had prompted me to talk to a man named Frank for the past two weeks. Now after seeing that news report at the gym I was determined to stop and warn him. After working out I had to pass by Frank’s house on my way home. I had met Frank a couple of years ago. He is a big burly mechanic with big rough hands.

I needed my lawn mower fixed and I had neglected to share Christ with him. We hit it off immediately and I found him to be a gentlemanly and intelligent person in spite of his rough appearance. Lately he had been on my mind and I felt compelled to stop by and share the gospel with him. Upon my arrival I told him that the Lord had laid it on my heart to stop and share the gospel with him. Out of curiosity I asked if he had been praying and seeking God’s face.

It was the wrong question, to which he gave the right answer. “You can’t see God’s face, God is a Spirit and you can only see his reflection in the face of His Son Jesus Christ.” It was not at all what I expected to hear. Then he explained himself, saying, “I was raised a Jehovah’s Witness and I don’t want anything to do with no church.”

I met all of his rebuttals with sensible answers, since I had heard all of the resistant blather before. Then out of the blue he said he would go to a particular local church. I knew that church to be a Bible believing one and I agreed that it would be a good choice. What that response told me was that he wasn’t about to go back to the Jehovah’s Witness Kingdom Hall and had been thinking about attending a Bible believing one instead.

A young friend of his who had been listening piped up, “I ain’t going to no church either.”

I let them both give off steam, and then reminded them that things were getting hairy out there in the world and that they should both seek the Lord. I left my card and a tract with the name of my church on it. I had fulfilled my mission with no hard feelings on either side. I felt confident that God would take it from there.

After lunch I had to make another run downtown and on the way I stopped to get coffee at the donut shop.  While there I met a lady who confessed that she was terribly afraid of all that was going on in the world, but couldn’t understand it. I told her she could find verification for the end time chaos in the Bible and gave her my card.

She said she was Episcopalian and dreaded that Trump was now our president. Although I will discuss politics, I didn’t go there. This wasn’t the time to get into that and it won’t matter one way or another if prophecy is being fulfilled. Only Jesus can bring peace to this fallen world.

When I got home our Catholic neighbor lady came to the car and frantically told us of an abduction attempt of a child from the mother’s arms at a local mall. “The world’s gone mad, she cried.  “I worry for my grandchild.”  We invited her into the house and I read II Timothy 3:1-5 to her. She read along with me. “Oh my God,” she said, “It’s all happening just that way.”

The day ended with a call from my lawyer friend in Pensacola. Although he knows I’m a devoted Christian he likes me anyway. We had a good conversation with laughter and bantering, but in the midst of it I touched on Scripture, something he never refutes, being a Catholic. We talked for a good half hour and finally said our goodbyes.

It occurred to me that he had called to see what I had to say about the world situation; one in which he has to wear a bullet proof jacket to court. God had put it in his mind to call me. Realizing that, I sat down at the computer again, even though it was getting late, and wrote to him. I told him how much I appreciated his friendship and that I felt compelled to share the gospel with him, which I did. It was short and to the point.

It was a very eventful day, and I thank God He could use me in this way. Still I wondered, “Lord, don’t you have any other evangelists in my area?”  I didn’t need an answer; it was only a rhetorical question. Then I remembered the verse in the book of Daniel that says, “Those who know their God shall have a wide ministry in those days.”

YBIC

Jim Towers           jt.filmmaker@yahoo.com and www.thepropheciesmovie.com and book.