I heard someone comment that, “our country was going to hell in a hand basket!” I would like to say that everyone around me may do whatever they feel is necessary to get by and slide on down that slippery slope to hell because they don’t have the guts or the nerve to stand up and be counted but “as for me and my house I will serve the Lord” and if the whole country burns I will not turn around and look back as Lot’s wife did, I will move toward the place where God is leading me, a place where there will be peace in the valley.
Remember the martyrs from the Armenian Genocide and all the other suffering Christians that have lost their lives because of their beliefs, but the horrible thing is that it is still happening right now! But it seems that as long as it isn’t on our shores, we will not do anything about it! Will it take soldiers coming into your church and ordering you to give up your faith in Christ or be boarded inside that church with your fellow believers and become living sacrifices before you get upset about it?
So my friend, let everyone go to hell in that hand basket that wants to but as for me, I plan to pray that I can stay in the Land of Goshen during the plagues that are on our country and my little corner of the world will stay happy and at peace. If anything comes along to challenge my happiness, I will turn it over to God to handle, He’s a whole lot smarter than I am and knows exactly how to solve every situation!
Joshua 24:15
“If you decide that it’s a bad thing to worship God, then choose a god you’d rather serve—and do it today. Choose one of the gods your ancestors worshiped from the country beyond The River, or one of the gods of the Amorites, on whose land you’re now living. As for me and my family, we will worship God.
To that scripture I add a resounding AMEN! What about you???
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Amen! Preach it, Sista!
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My dad used to read poems to us kids at bedtime on special occasions. This one was one of three favorites:
Hellbound Train
A Texas cowboy lay down on a barroom floor,
Having drunk so much he could drink no more;
So he fell asleep with a troubled brain
To dream that he rode on a hell-bound train.
The engine with murderous blood was damp
And was brilliantly lit with a brimstone lamp;
An imp, for fuel, was shoveling bones,
While the furnace rang with a thousand groans.
The boiler was filled with lager beer
And the devil himself was the engineer;
The passengers were a most motly crew—
Church member, atheist, Gentile, and Jew,
Rich men in broadcloth, beggers in rags,
Handsome young ladies, and withered old hags,
Yellow and black men, red, brown, and white,
All chained together—O God, what a site!
While the train rushed on at an awful pace—
The sulphurous fumes scorched their hands and face;
Wider and wider the country grew,
As faster and faster the engine flew.
Louder and louder the thunder crashed
And brighter and brighter the lightning flashed;
Hotter and hotter the air became
Till the clothes were burned from each quivering frame.
And out of the distance there arose a yell,
“Ha, ha,” said the devil, “we’re nearing hell!”
Then oh, how the passengers all shrieked with pain
And begged the devil to stop the train.
But he capered about and danced for glee,
And laughed and joked at their misery.
“My faithful friends, you have done the work
And the devil never can a payday shirk.
“You’ve bullied the weak, you’ve robbed the poor,
The starving brother you’ve turned from the door;
You’ve laid up gold where the canker rust,
And have given free vent to your beastly lust.
“You’ve justice scorned, and corruption sown,
And trampled the laws of nature down.
You have drunk, rioted, cheated, plundered, and lied,
And mocked at God in your hell-born pride.
“You have paid full fair, so I’ll carry you through,
For it’s only right you should have your due.
Why, the laborer always expects his hire,
So I’ll land you safe in the lake of fire,
“Where your flesh will waste in the flames that roar,
And my imps torment you forevermore.”
Then the cowboy awoke with an anguished cry,
His clothes wet with sweat and his hair standing high
Then he prayed as he never had prayed till that hour
To be saved from his sin and the demon’s power;
And his prayers and his vows were not in vain,
For he never road the hell-bound train.
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Just WOW!!! I had never heard or read that! I bet it scared the hell out of you as a kid! 🙂 Sounds like something my Uncle Harding would have dramatically read over the pulpit! 🙂
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Amen! Me too!
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I totally agree with you.
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