I need to clarify something. When I say we are to resist, we are to resist all forms of evil that is coming upon the earth. We are especially to resist taking part in anything like the following.

These people think their actions are justified. They see themselves as some kind of great revolutionists or something. It does not take courage to destroy some one else’s property. Any common thief or thug can do that. That’s what these people are: Punks, trash, anarchists. They give a bad name to any who would fight for freedom. These people will be used as an example to try and stop the true Americans from standing firm with true courage against the communist regime that most certainly is taking over our land.

It takes courage to resist these things. It takes courage to not go along with the majority. It takes courage to stand alone in the midst of such an event and say, “I will have no part of this. This is wrong.”

I’ve seen and experienced this kind of thing once in my lifetime. A group of us were peacefully protesting forced bussing back in the late 70s. Out of nowhere come dozens of punks and they swarm a police car.

Next thing I know, dozens of what appeared to be cops (They were dressed in dark pants and white shirts. They had no badges. Just helmets and batons) come from nowhere. But instead of taking care of the punks, they rush the peacefull protestors; the middle aged, those with small children.  A woman I was with, had her little girl in a baby stroller. We all began to run as the cops came at us with their batons. My mother and and my little sister mangaged to escape into a near by house. But our family friend with the baby stroller could not move fast enough. I saw a cop throw a bottle, it busted cutting her on the back of her leg. We were surrounded by about five of these cops. They began taking their batons and smacking them in their hands as if threatening us. She began to scream, “Please don’t hurt my baby! Please, don’t hurt my baby!” They acted like they could not care less the fear they were inducing on a mother concerned for the welfare of her child!  

I tremble even now for the anger I experienced that day. I began to shout at them. The anger that was in me is not expressible. I called them all kinds of names telling them I bet they felt real brave threatening a woman and a baby. It is a wonder they did not bust my head wide open. My mother was in the house yelling at me to get away. But I could not leave that woman with her baby. I just could not. They ran off like the vermin they were and went behind the highschool.

Was I afraid? I don’t know. I probably was, but the anger at seeing what was unfolding before my eyes trumpt any fear.

As Christians and even decent people, we are not of the violent.

The Way of the Righteous and the End of the Ungodly

Blessed is the man
Who walks not in the counsel of the ungodly,
Nor stands in the path of sinners,
Nor sits in the seat of the scornful;
But his delight is in the law of the LORD,
And in His law he meditates day and night.
He shall be like a tree
Planted by the rivers of water,
That brings forth its fruit in its season,
Whose leaf also shall not wither;
And whatever he does shall prosper.

The ungodly are not so,
But are like the chaff which the wind drives away.
Therefore the ungodly shall not stand in the judgment,
Nor sinners in the congregation of the righteous.

For the LORD knows the way of the righteous,
But the way of the ungodly shall perish. — Psalm 1 —

The following is is not who we are.

The following is NOT courage. Nor does it represent taking a stand. It is of it’s father, Satan. And these are his children.