Professing themselves wise...

We need to start asking some questions

In my last post I asserted my belief that Robert F. Kennedy Jr. has launched himself into history with his insistence that children’s health matters to God. The issue goes beyond over-processed foods.

Following high school, a relative of mine obtained employment driving a city bus in hopes that “being on the inside” of the company would allow him to bid on jobs leading to a trade certification.  Sadly, his strategy failed, and he became an engineer instead.  (He said sardonically.)  In reflecting on his time as a bus driver he told me a funny story.

As a means of earning additional overtime income, he took part in a program taking tourists on guided tours of the city and pointing out its many highlights.  He both drove the bus and, by following a prewritten script complete with corny jokes, pointed out the sites of interest.  Driving the tourist bus was not a full-time commitment and, following an absence from the job, his memory of the script was sometimes a bit shaky.  On one such occasion, he forgot some of the script and, to fill dead space, blurted out that the “house on your right is the former home of Betty Crocker".  The delighted murmurs from the distaff set on the bus reinforced his new approach to the tourist industry. 

I wonder how many people are wandering this earth convinced that Betty Crocker not only once lived but lived on the corner of 8^th and Grimby or whatever the address was.

His retelling of this story reminded me of a similar incident in my own past.  I was once one of four adult chaperones taking a bunch of young teens on a mission trip to Baja Mexico.  The other parents had asked me to go along because two of my kids were going on the trip which gave me skin in the game and because I spoke Spanish which might come in handy if the Mexican police became involved at any point.  When we had finished helping to construct a small house, we made our way back to Los Angeles to work with local Christian agencies and then catch a flight back to Calgary. 

During our week in LA, I took a bunch of kids on a van tour of Beverly Hills.  I knew nothing about the geography of Beverly Hills, but I knew that one of the kids was a huge fan of Snoop Dogg.  When a particularly impressive house showed up on the right, I convinced the girl in the passenger seat to announce that, according to our famous home guide (in fact a folded map of Hollywood) this was one of the many homes of Snoop Dogg.  The momentum of the young Snoop Dogg acolyte moving to the right side of the van almost tipped us over and his rapture was both loud and apparently complete.  He could, he let us know, now die in peace.  Some years later, I heard him recount to a friend how he had once passed the house of the venerable Snoop Dogg.  I suppose I should feel guilty but, then as now, I just snicker.

What caused much less humour was a conversation I had had the previous Sunday.  We had been invited to participate in a Sunday School program at a former hospital in southwest LA which had been converted to office space for a multitude of Christian aid groups.  The amphitheater of the hospital was home to weekly church services in the low-income neighbourhood and our role was to lead the Sunday School.  My charges, I am happy to report, did a wonderful job with the roughly 100 kids who attended. 

When our program was over, the woman leading the Sunday School announced to the children that church was still in service and so they would be dismissed to the basketball court.  Under no circumstances were they to leave the court or stand near the gates to the court until their parents arrived.  Later I asked her about the instructions to stay away from the gates.  She told me that the neighbourhood had Satanists and children in the area had gone missing. 

“But why would Satanists grab little kids?” I asked. 

She fixed me with a look that expressed surprise at my naivete and said, slowly,

"They sacrifice the kids."

I felt the temperature of my blood drop twenty degrees.

For the next five days we stayed at a hostel on Hollywood and Vine – right in the middle of the action.  I have forgotten what sort of programs we carried out but on Friday night the facility was taken over by teens bussed in from Watts.  I spent my evening running around to ensure that our kids were not in any danger.  And of course, they weren’t.  In fact, in the final analysis, the experience of playing pool and foosball with Black kids in hoodies and sunglasses, whose pants hardly rose above their knees was likely beneficial to my pasty-faced young charges. 

As I talked later with the young adults who sponsored and supervised the evening, I mentioned the experience of the Sunday before.

“I don’t know what to make of this talk about Satanists stealing kids for sacrifices.”

I was sure they would say that it was only an issue in that part of LA and that they had never experienced it.  Instead, they gave me the same look that expressed surprise at my naivete and said,

You have no idea of the evil in this city.  It is a lot worse than a few Satanists…”

And that is how I lost my naivete about the evils of Hollywood.  I hasten to add that it was also my introduction to the creative spiritual and practical responses to this evil.  At the end of the conversation, I wasn’t sure whether to be depressed by the horrible things that are done or be exhilarated by the way the battle was being joined. 

The coverage of the Democrat National Convention this past week brought these memories to mind.  What could possibly cause politicians to think that a large blowup balloon of a “family planning” device and a mobile abortuary would be an attractive look for someone wanting to be president of the United States?

I won’t go into my views on the people vying to be the ruler of the free world because, as a Canadian, it is not my place to do so.  However, it is legitimate to offer views on the dark Satanic mills implied by the IUD and the abortuary.  Killing and then celebrating the killing of babies in utero in such a craven fashion had the effect of lowering my blood temperature fully as much as talk of the child sacrifice associated with Satan worship.  It is not my intention to argue the pros and cons of differing views on abortion.  But the simple fact is that babies who were alive when their mothers dragged them off to the DNC convention were dead when their mothers returned home.  Celebrating that fact is evil. 

What is going on the United States and much of the rest of the Western world?

A few years ago, a Canadian company I worked for was involved in plans to bring the internet to remote areas of Peru.  In discussing ideas with a Peruvian company, I asserted that we would never get involved in an effort of this kind until we could convince ourselves that all pornography could be eliminated from the internet feed.  We were not going to add to the woes of Peruvian mothers who have so many other woes to deal with.

To my surprise, I was assured that it is quite simple to eliminate pornography from the internet and any internet service provider can do it if they want.  I was astounded.  How many young girls are forced into producing that pornography?  How many young men are addicted to watching that pornography?  How many family breakups result from this pornography?  Who can measure the heartache for something so easy to fix?

“Then why don’t they do it?”

When I grew up, I was pitched out the door in the morning by my mother and rarely came home before supper time.  She never worried about strangers trying to steal me or my siblings.  In my teens, the man who lived across the street was taken from his home in handcuffs because he abused his wife’s daughter.  He was a pedophile who had been under careful observation by everyone on the street.  His prison sentence was long.  In those days pedophiles were locked up so that children could roam free.  Today, the sentencing rules suggest that we prefer to lock up children and let pedophiles roam free.  My observation from several years of volunteering in a local jail is that, with respect to rape and child molestation, there is more justice within the walls of the jail then in the courtrooms that fill the jails.  My sample size is small so I could be wrong.

But what is going on?

What is the truth of Harvey Weinstein?  Apparently, the elites of our culture all knew of his casting couch and the tender ages of those forced to use it.  And of Jeffrey Epstein?  What really happened on his island?  What can be learned from his video tapes and who was he working for?  Is Candace Owens really so off-base in her reporting on pedophilia in certain governments and their agencies?  According to recently announced news accounts and Senate committees, the US government does not know the whereabouts of 291,000 unaccompanied minors, illegally brought into the country.  Why is no one talking about this?  A recent popular movie about this issue was cancelled by Hollywood.  Why?  Where are the children?  Are they in sex slavery?  Do they have all their organs?  Are they in labour camps?  Are they being used for child sacrifices?  Where are they?

What is going on and why will no one talk about any of this?

Is this stuff related to the false notion that a person’s sex cannot be positively identified at any point in time. This, in spite of the fact that sex is genetically and biologically determined by a fixed chromosonal makeup which is not “fluid”. Is it acceptable that doctors and hospitals make enormous amounts of money removing organs from underage children who are confused about those chromosomes?

Maybe it is time to start asking questions with the reasonable expectation of getting answers.

Sometimes when I talk about my Christian faith, I am rebuffed with,

“I could never believe in a god who instructed the Hebrews to kill a whole race of people.”

When I point out that that race of people routinely killed their children by burning them in the fires of Molech, shoulders are shrugged.  Reproductive freedom. Besides, two wrongs don’t make a right.

I disagree.  God made the children that were burned for Molech.  God made the children who are sacrificed to Satan.  God made the children victimized by pornography. God made the children who have gone missing in the United States.  God made the children who didn’t go home from the DNC convention.  God made the kids who have been groomed to be confused about their sexuality. God knows something about millstones in aqueous environments.

He, as Creator, has a right and perhaps a responsibility to take out a whole race of people who would kill and maim their babies; babies made in His image.  I think Robert F. Kennedy Jr. understands this and he is part of a ground swell of people with important questions. With any luck he will be the guy who is finally able to get some answers. God will not be mocked. 

In 216 BC the great Carthaginian general Hannibal Barca defeated the Roman legions at Cannae in one of the best executed, most punishing military defeats in history. As a result of his remarkable win on the field of battle Hannibal had a straight shot into the Imperial City of Rome. He would be able to avenge the losses of the First Punic War and live up to his father’s admonition to make his life’s work the defeat of the Romans. The Gallic Celts under Brennus had overrun the city in 387 BC so there was a precedent.

Hannibal turned away from Rome.

Did he choke on success? Was his army too beaten up by battle to conquer the city? Historians have come up with some very interesting and plausible theories for why Hannibal did not attack and conquer Rome. My theory also includes the notion that the Carthaginians practiced child sacrifice.

God will not be mocked.

Paul said of the first century Romans,

“Professing themselves to be wise, they became fools.”

In our silence and foolishness, I am afraid that we are mocking God. 

God help us. Maybe that is why this presidential election has become the Kennedy election. I hope so.

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