Children in Church

To You Who Bring Small Children to Church
There you are sitting in worship or Bible study. Your child, or toddler, is restless. Perhaps they’re even a little boisterous. You try to silence them, and nothing. You try to pacify them with food or toys, and nothing. Eventually, you resort to the last thing you wanted to do: you pick them up, and before a watching audience, you make the march out of the auditorium. All the while, you’re a little embarrassed. Maybe you’re a little frustrated too. You might even think to yourself, “There’s no point in coming to church. I get nothing out of it because I have to constantly care for my kid.”
I want you — you mothers and/or fathers — to know just how encouraging you are to so many; that’s right, encouraging. The little elderly woman who often feels so alone beams with a smile at the sight of you wrestling with your little one. She’s been there before. She knows how hard it can be, but she smiles because to hear that brings back precious memories. To see young parents and their small children actually brightens her day, and she may have just received bad news this week about her health, but seeing the vitality of young ones removes — if but for a moment — her fears.
The older man who always seems to be grouchy notices you too. He’s always talking about how children in this day have no respect or sense of good. But, he sees you — a young family — in church, and you don’t miss any gathering. Like clockwork, he can depend on the sight of you and your young family. You give him hope that maybe the church isn’t doomed after all, because there are still young parents who love God enough to bring their restless children to worship.
Bring your children to church. If you don’t hear crying, the church is dying. As hard as it might be for you as a parent who’s half-asleep, keep on doing what you’re doing. You are an encouragement, and you’re starting off your children’s lives as you should. (Author Unknown)

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When I was only a couple of years old my mother was so embarrassed in church because I was “singing” quite loudly in church, it might have even been the wrong song, and she was trying to get me to be quiet but the folks around us kept telling her, “It’s okay, let him sing. It’s okay, we love it.” A couple people even prophesied “that one is going to be a preacher someday.”

— pastorwardclinton.com

Trump is Right by Karin McQuillan

Copied from a friends post.

Couldn’t help posting this, folks. Read and bitterly weep. It may be too late…..

‘What I Learned in the Peace Corps in Africa: Trump Is Right’, by Karin McQuillan.

January 17, 2018

Three weeks after college, I flew to Senegal, West Africa, to run a community center in a rural town. Life was placid, with no danger, except to your health. That danger was considerable, because it was, in the words of the Peace Corps doctor, “a fecalized environment.”

In plain English: s— is everywhere. People defecate on the open ground, and the feces is blown with the dust onto you, your clothes, your food, the water. He warned us the first day of training: do not even touch water. Human feces carries parasites that bore through your skin and cause organ failure.

Never in my wildest dreams would I have imagined that a few decades later, liberals would be pushing the lie that Western civilization is no better than a third-world country. Or would teach two generations of our kids that loving your own culture and wanting to preserve it are racism.

Last time I was in Paris, I saw a beautiful African woman in a grand boubou have her child defecate on the sidewalk next to Notre Dame Cathedral. The French police officer, ten steps from her, turned his head not to see. I have seen. I am not turning my head and pretending unpleasant things are not true.

Senegal was not a hellhole. Very poor people can lead happy, meaningful lives in their own cultures’ terms. But they are not our terms. The excrement is the least of it. Our basic ideas of human relations, right and wrong, are incompatible.

As a twenty-one-year-old starting out in the Peace Corps, I loved Senegal. In fact, I was euphoric. I quickly made friends and had an adopted family. I relished the feeling of the brotherhood of man. People were open, willing to share their lives and, after they knew you, their innermost thoughts.

The longer I lived there, the more I understood: it became blindingly obvious that the Senegalese are not the same as us. The truths we hold to be self-evident are not evident to the Senegalese. How could they be? Their reality is totally different. You can’t understand anything in Senegal using American terms.

Take something as basic as family. Family was a few hundred people, extending out to second and third cousins. All the men in one generation were called “father.” Senegalese are Muslim, with up to four wives. Girls had their clitorises cut off at puberty. (I witnessed this, at what I thought was going to be a nice coming-of-age ceremony, like a bat mitzvah or confirmation.) Sex, I was told, did not include kissing. Love and friendship in marriage were Western ideas. Fidelity was not a thing. Married women would have sex for a few cents to have cash for the market. What I did witness every day was that women were worked half to death. Wives raised the food and fed their own children, did the heavy labor of walking miles to gather wood for the fire, drew water from the well or public faucet, pounded grain with heavy hand-held pestles, lived in their own huts, and had conjugal visits from their husbands on a rotating basis with their co-wives. Their husbands lazed in the shade of the trees. Yemily was crucial to people there in a way Americans cannot comprehend.

The Ten Commandments were not disobeyed, they were unknown. The value system was the exact opposite. You were supposed to steal everything you can to give to your own relatives. There are some Westernized Africans who try to rebel against the system. They fail.

We hear a lot about the kleptocratic elites of Africa. The kleptocracy extends through the whole society. My town had a medical clinic donated by international agencies. The medicine was stolen by the medical workers and sold to the local store. If you were sick and didn’t have money, drop dead. That was normal. So here in the States, when we discovered that my 98-year-old father’s Muslim health aide from Nigeria had stolen his clothes and wasn’t bathing him, I wasn’t surprised. It was familiar.

In Senegal, corruption ruled, from top to bottom. Go to the post office, and the clerk would name an outrageous price for a stamp. After paying the bribe, you still didn’t know it if it would be mailed or thrown out. That was normal.

One of my most vivid memories was from the clinic. One day, as the wait grew hotter in the 110-degree heat, an old woman two feet from the medical aides who were chatting in the shade of a mango tree instead of working, collapsed to the ground. They turned their heads so as not to see her and kept talking. She lay there in the dirt. Callousness to the sick was normal.

Americans think it is a universal human instinct to do unto others as you would have them do unto you. It’s not. It seems natural to us because we live in a Bible-based Judeo-Christian culture.

We think the Protestant work ethic is universal. It’s not. My town was full of young men doing nothing. They were waiting for a government job. There was no private enterprise. Private business was not illegal, just impossible, given the nightmare of a third-world bureaucratic kleptocracy. It is also incompatible with Senegalese insistence on taking care of relatives.

All the little stores in Senegal were owned by Mauritanians. If a Senegalese wanted to run a little store, he’d go to another country. The reason? Your friends and relatives would ask you for stuff for free, and you would have to say yes. End of your business. You are not allowed to be a selfish individual and say no to relatives. The result: Everyone has nothing.

The more I worked there and visited government officials doing absolutely nothing, the more I realized that no one in Senegal had the idea that a job means work. A job is something given to you by a relative. It provides the place where you steal everything to give back to your family.

I couldn’t wait to get home. So why would I want to bring Africa here? Non-Westerners do not magically become American by arriving on our shores with a visa.

For the rest of my life, I enjoyed the greatest gift of the Peace Corps: I love and treasure America more than ever. I take seriously my responsibility to defend our culture and our country and pass on the American heritage to the next generation.

African problems are made worse by our aid efforts. Senegal is full of smart, capable people. They will eventually solve their own country’s problems. They will do it on their terms, not ours. The solution is not to bring Africans here.

We are lectured by Democrats that we must privilege third-world immigration by the hundred million with chain migration. They tell us we must end America as a white , Western, Judeo-Christian, capitalist nation to prove we are not racist. I don’t need to prove a thing. Leftists want open borders because they resent whites, resent Western achievements, and hate America. They want to destroy America as we know it.

As President Trump asked, why would we do that?

We have the right to choose what kind of country to live in. I was happy to donate a year of my life as a young woman to help the poor Senegalese. I am not willing to donate my country.

— pastorwardclinton.com

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To You Who Bring Small Children to Church
There you are sitting in worship or Bible study. Your child, or toddler, is restless. Perhaps they’re even a little boisterous. You try to silence them, and nothing. You try to pacify them with food or toys, and nothing. Eventually, you resort to the last thing you wanted to do: you pick them up, and before a watching audience, you make the march out of the auditorium. All the while, you’re a little embarrassed. Maybe you’re a little frustrated too. You might even think to yourself, “There’s no point in coming to church. I get nothing out of it because I have to constantly care for my kid.”
I want you — you mothers and/or fathers — to know just how encouraging you are to so many. The little elderly woman who often fills alone beams with a smile at the sight of you wrestling with your little one. She’s been there before. She knows how hard it can be, but she smiles because to hear that brings back precious memories. To see young parents and their small children brighten her day, and she may have just received bad news this week about her health, but seeing the vitality of young ones removes — if but for a moment — her fears.
The older man who always seems to be grouchy notices you too. He’s always talking about how children in this day have no respect or sense of good. But, he sees you — a young family — in church, and you don’t miss any gathering. Like clockwork, he can depend on the sight of you and your young family. You give him hope that maybe the church isn’t doomed after all, because there are still young parents who love God enough to bring their restless children to worship.
Bring your children to church. If you don’t hear crying, the church is dying. As hard as it might be for you as a parent who’s half-asleep, keep on doing what you’re doing. You are an encouragement, and you’re starting off your children’s lives as you should. – Author Unknown

 

When I was a small child like the one pictured above, age 3 or 4, I was singing loudly, off-key and wrong tune.  My mother was so embarrassed and tried to silence me and tried to remove me from the church service but was stopped.  “No, no,” they told her “He’s fine, it is okay; don’t be embarrassed.”  Another person prophesied, “He will grow up and be a preacher.”

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Non-practicing Christians

Stephen Bullivant’s Jun ’18 Pew study report stated that only 22% of Germans attend church once or more per month.  There were several other nations in the European Union listed with percentages.  “For this study Pew set the minimum level of attendance at once per month to be a practicing Christian.”  Only once per month?  I wonder what God thinks about that.  “The 46% of Europeans who identify as non-practicing Christians is significant not only because their numbers continue to grow compared to practicing Christians, but because they hold beliefs that stand in stark contrast to orthodox Christianity.”  Among other things, because they no longer believe in the God of the Bible, they are “Declaring belief in some numinous spiritual force that fits the imagined belief of what they would like God to be, they most often reject the stories, events, lessons, and message of the Bible.  They are overwhelmingly in support of gay marriage and abortion at a far higher rate than practicing Christians, two issues that set them at odds with traditional Christian values.”

Mr. Bullivant also points out, in many European countries “religiosity is no longer seen as normal or natural.  “Non-practicing Christians is an oxymoron but was used to be able to conduct the study.” – Stephen Bullivant

The above is an excerpt from my soon to be available everywhere book. – pastorwardclinton.com

Coexist?

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What happens on Judgement Day when everyone wishes they listened to those professing the name of Jesus as Savior? Why would we let all of them be lost? Why wouldn’t we serve Him? What happens when He asks us why we tolerated all the false gods and all the lies? People will be screaming at Christians for not insisting on Jesus! And sadly, there will be those who never believed in Him even at that moment! Many will harbor their grudges even at the end!

In 2016 millions of Christians were praying for God to give us one more chance and to bless America again and make candidate Trump President.  God has blessed us and given, probably our last chance, at becoming a truly Godly country standing with Israel and showing how awesome God is as well as who He is – the God of Father Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob.  Jesus the Christ is the Savior of souls; is no other Savior.

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The Children are being Indoctrinated

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“The notion that the State should do that which is explicitly (and purposefully) reserved for the family and the church has become so normal after generations of State-run children’s mind-sculpting that most professing Christians in the land don’t even recognize this profound problem as a problem.

Ask a typical evangelical American – including most “leaders” within the church – whether State-run mind-molding of children should be acceptable within a Christian worldview and you’re likely to hear some version of: “But I went to public school and turned out just fine, so obviously it’s okay to send kids to public schools.”

When someone gives you that answer – or any of its numerous variants – you know that you are speaking with a thoroughly programmed disciple of the State who is so thoroughly programmed that they don’t even see it as programming…which is, of course, the end-product goal of State-run children’s education.”

–Scott Alan Buss