Citizens of the USA;

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There is a battle taking place for the soul of your country. Not only that, it is a battle for the soul of humankind. Far too many people, Christians and otherwise, do not yet understand the seriousness of the situation. The enemy of our soul has kept us as distracted as possible to keep us from rising up against him until it is too late. America is pretty much the only thing standing in the way preventing him from succeeding in his vile plans. If America falls there is no other country left on earth to run to as they will all fall like dominoes. We are talking world-wide full-scale Communist Totalitarianism. It is up to us to put the brakes on the leftist’s insane rush to global dystopian destruction.

God bless President Trump and the USA.

— <pastorwardclinton.com>

Pray for 45

“America was born a Christian nation, America was born to exemplify that devotion to the elements of righteousness which are derived from the Holy Scriptures.” – Woodrow Wilson

I thank you God of Father Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob for USA President #45 and his family. Lord, I ask You to continue to bless and protect them as they stand against the evil forces that would destroy America. Christians, now is the time to put on the whole armor of God and get in the fight for the soul of America. Christians throughout the world are counting on us to do it; God has given us the opportunity to do so; dystopia descends on us, even us, if we do not.

–pastorwardclinton.com

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

Trump vs the Left

It is a hard thing when the godly are troubled by wicked men; but much harder when they are troubled by persons in positions of power.

First, by reason of their position: the greater power they have, the greater peril to encounter with their displeasure; therefore Solomon said, “The wrath of a king is the messenger of death.”

Second, because authorities and powers are ordained by God, not for terror of the good but of the evil ones. It is no small grief to the godly when they find themselves abused to a contrary end; so that where a ruler should be to good men like a gentle rain is to the fields newly sown but instead we find that she becomes a favorer of evil men (lefties) and a persecutor of the good, then justice is turned into bile and that which should be a comfort to such as fear God is used to oppress them.

Therefore is should be accounted a great benefit from God, when He gives a people good and religious rulers. The Christians in the primitive Church who were sorely troubled by the bloody persecution of Nero and Domitian counted it a great blessing when under Nerva the persecution was relented. Although he did not profess Christ, he did not persecute them. What then should we think of a President who is not only a protector of the Church but a professor himself? The MSM and other assorted leftists are angered and digging up dirt, even where it doesn’t exist in order to persecute the man God has raised up for such a time as this because he stands in direct opposition to their unholy agenda. But, blessed be God who has given many glorious deliverances already to his appointed anointed.

It is a characteristic of wicked society that it condemns the good. It is time for the good to unite and bring about a reformation and restoration of our nation to its founding principles; Judeo-Christian principles.

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Prayer Based on Psalm 80

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Psalm 80:1-3, 17-19

O Shepherd of Israel, hear us, you who lead Joseph’s flock, shine forth from your throne upon Ephraim, Benjamin, Manasseh.  O Lord, rouse up your might, O Lord, come to our help.

God of hosts, bring us back; let your face shine on us and we shall be saved.  May your hand be on the man you have chosen, the man you have given your strength, and we shall never forsake you again: give us life that we may call upon your name.

God of hosts, bring us back; let your face shine on us and we shall be saved.

Amen, and Amen

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