Hear This, You Dastards!

You villains and you dastards, who bow down to Baal and think we, God’s people, ought to bow to you–hear this!

We will not bow to you, nor to your idols made with human hands, nor to your state, nor to your so-called science, nor to the assorted inanities that you hold up as “truths.”

Our God Jehovah made the heavens and the earth, and sent Jesus Christ, His Son, to be our Savior.

Today you run wild, today you think to eat our flesh and bones. But when our awesome God turns His judgment on you, no one will be able to find you anymore at all. You will have no place in His Kingdom, no place anywhere at all.

And we will forget you ever existed.

Maybe They Don’t Want to be Rescued

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Can your idol do this?

I just posted a worship song called Rescuer: Jesus Christ, the Son of God, is our rescuer. That’s what the good news of the gospel is all about. We’re not stuck in this tar pit. We are not abandoned to the darkness.

If there’s no Jesus, there’s only this nightmare of a world-wide fornication theme park with its sideshows of violence and tyranny, run by know-it-alls who would crush you like a bug and not think about it even once.

Oh, not so! insists Michael Waldrond Jr., pastor of a megachurch in Harlem. In fact, says the pastor, believing that Jesus Christ is the only way to Heaven is–ahem!–“insanity” (https://newsone.com/3780676/megachurch-pastor-michael-a-walrond-jr-harlem-pastor-insanity/). “That is not what Jesus even believed,” says he.

Oh, really? What did Jesus believe? Let’s ask Him.

“I am the way, the truth, and the life: no man cometh unto the Father but by me.” (John 14:6)

Well, bub, it looks like the Lord would disagree with you there. Waldrond’s congregation certainly does. Reportedly, the congregation is “outraged.” A noozie complains, “They sound like Trump supporters.” I think the nooze media is one of those things that Jesus will rescue us from.

So you can believe the gospel, which tells us that we have a rescuer and His name is Jesus Christ the Lord, the Son of God; or you can believe the humanists, who tell us they’re the rescuers–and then you can laugh yourself sick: that, or loudly lament and rend your garment–or you can believe some apostate preacher who tells you that any ol’ thing you believe in will get you into Heaven.

In which case, reverend, why is anybody wasting a perfectly good Sunday morning sitting in your church?