My Current Rambling Contemplations

Here follows a document I’ve merely compiled, certainly not crafted, that I’ve been contemplating since the Sept 17 Utmost reading that inspired me to offer you these four posts:

  1. God does not save us from temptations – He sustains us in the midst of them.
  2. The Importance We Understanding Chamber’s Disdain For Considering Civilization With Any Permanency…
  3. The reality that the American christianity has in essence joined the four other major christ-less world religions, such that..
  4. Hopefully, at this late hour, we as former encultured doubting Thomas’s are finally, practically convinced, that there is only one true God worthy of our worship anywhere, and the now forming obscure anonymous underground cells of remnant clusters of His Christ-Followers scattered about planet earth, are indeed celebrating their faith undeterred, unfettered, in the bright fullness of His Righteousness, rejoicing that they are counted worthy of suffering with / for their Savior and Lord. Hallelujah!

Your comments and prayers for greater truth & clarity are continually welcomed!

Post # 1. But Until Then, Is There Good in Temptation? My Utmost For His Highest Sept 17

No temptation has overtaken you except such as is common to man… 1 Corinthians 10:13

Note: the words in this reading in all caps are merlin’s additions to the reading!

The word temptation has come to mean something bad to us today, as we tend to use the word in the wrong way. UNDERSTAND, temptation itself is not sin; it is something we are bound to face simply by virtue of being human. PERHAPS, not to be tempted, would mean that we were already so shameful that we would be beneath contempt. Yet many of us suffer from temptations we should never have to suffer, simply because we have refused to allow God to lift us to a higher level where we would face temptations of another kind. (I DO NOT RECALL OF HEARING THIS PRIOR?)

A person’s inner nature, what he possesses in the inner, spiritual part of his being, determines what he is tempted by on the outside. The temptation fits the true nature of the person being tempted and reveals the possibilities of his nature, OR THE INNER REALITIES of his SPIRITUAL NATURE. Every person actually determines or sets the level of his own temptation, because temptation will come to him in accordance with the level of his controlling, inner nature.

EVEN IF YOU ARE NOT A MECHANIC, I’M GOING TO ATTEMPT TO EXPLAIN THIS “CONTROLLING INNER NATURE” CHAMBER’S SPEAKS OF PRIOR, TO A DEVICE CALLED A “GOVERNOR” THAT I WITNESSED IN OPERATION ON OUR GASOLINE TRACTOR ENGINE BACK HOME AS A CHILD. THIS WAS ESPECIALLY EVIDENT BY BOTH SIGHT AND SOUND WHILE POWERING THE THRESHING MACHINE OR SILO FILLER, SUCH THAT THIS “GOVENOR” DEVICE SENSED (DISCERNED) PRESUMEDLY BY A DROP IN THE ENGINES’ VACUMN THAT THE ENGINE NEEDED MORE GASOLINE ASAP TO MAKE MORE POWER BECAUSE OF THE INCREASED LOAD DEMAND CAUSED BY WE KIDS PURPOSEFULLY INCREASING THE SPEED WITH WHICH WE FORKED THE BUNDLES ONTO THE CONVEYOR, INSTANTLY DEMANDING MORE ENGINE RPM’S (SPEED) IN ORDER  TO KEEP UP WITH OUR INCREASED BUNDLE FLOW, OR ELSE, IF THE BUNDLE PACE CONTINUED AND THE GOVENOR DID NOT INCREASE THE FLOW OF FUEL, THE ENGINE WOULD HAVE GONE INTO A STALL CAUSING THE THRESHING MACHINE TO POSSIBLY PLUG UP, TO THE INSTANT CHAGRIN OF OUR FATHERS, PERHAPS NOT UNLIKE THE DISPLEASURE OF OUR HEAVENLY FATHER WHEN WE’RE STIFLING EITHER THE  DISCERNMENT OR RESPONSIVE ACTIONS APPROPRIATE OF OUR TEMPTATIONS.

Temptation comes to me, suggesting a possible shortcut to the realization of my highest goal. (OUR SELFISH GAIN?) It does not NECESSARILY direct me toward what I understand to be evil, but toward what I understand, OR DESIRE, to be good. Temptation is something that confuses me for a while WHEN I don’t know whether something is right or wrong. When I yield to it, I have made lust a god, and the temptation itself becomes the proof that it was only my own fear that prevented me from falling into the sin earlier, AS OPPOSED TO BEING UNCONCIOUSLY PROTECTED FROM WHATEVER BE THE TEMPTATION, BY THE INDWELLING OF HIS EMPOWERING SPIRIT’S GROUNDSWELL OF AUTOMATIC REDEMPTIVE ACTIONS, MUCH LIKE THE “GOVENOR” ABOVE EMPOWERING THE STRESSED OUT GASOLINE ENGINE NEEDING MORE POWER ASAP!

Temptation is not something we can escape; NOR NECESSARILY DESIRE TO; in fact, it is essential to the well-rounded life of a person. Beware of thinking that you are tempted as no one else. What you go through is the common inheritance of the human race, not something that no one has ever before endured. God does not save us from temptations. RATHER, He sustains us in the midst of them (see Hebrews 2:18 & Hebrews 4:15-16).

NEXT UP:   Post #2. The Importance We Understand For Chamber’s Disdain For Considering Civilization With Permanency…

Ch 13 GOD’S STRENGTH IN WEAKNESS… Part Two

God, I know you called me here to share the gospel of your kingdom. You did not bring me here to lie around and feel sorry for myself. Please God give me strength!    Then, I remembered the promise, “I can do this through him who gives me strength.” (Philippians 4:13 NLT)

As I stated yesterday, personally, I’m intrigued by how Wendel honesty captures the essence of our daily struggles of obedience to our Master, amid the assaulting distractions launched by our avowed soul’s enemy, within our spirit, soul, & body, heart, mind, & will, and especially in our imaginations working overtime, as Wendell shares in this two post account. Wendell was sick several days prior this event and the bug literally followed him several weeks during the trip home to FL. Currently, Loretta & I are reading the book thru out loud to each other most mornings, ready to begin ch 17 today, titled “When God Leads.”

Part II

Over the next thirty minutes, as the house filled with songs of worship, I found myself in a raging battle for my heart. On the one hand, logic screamed that what had been said was the truth. I was simply a novelty, “the world’s youngest evangelist.” To me, though, that implied I was unqualified and unworthy, immature, an oddity. The strength of this logic seemed to demand that I come into agreement with it. Like that fearful and wounded inner child, everything in me wanted to run into some dark corner and hide as I had done so often in the past.

Satan is the original bully. He waits until you are at your weakest, most vulnerable moment. So many areas had been healed in me. I had been confident, sure of who I was: God’s child full of His Holy Spirit. I believed I could indeed do all things through Christ who is my strength, just as He promised. Faith in that promise was in the process of being proven in this far away and dangerous place. I thought I was spiritually prepared to protect myself from the kind of attacks I had associated with the challenges of missionary life. But the enemy of my soul knew right where and when to hit. While God had brought a lot of healing in my life over the past few years, it sure did not take much to rip open those tender wounds.

At that moment, I felt beaten and completely powerless to offer anything to God or these people. I stood there in that little crowded house surrounded by strangers singing their hearts out in worship and praise and I felt completely numb.

God, help me, I prayed in anguish desperate for a way to escape. I just wanted to be back home where it was safe, washing dishes at that boring job at the restaurant anywhere but here. The singing, like a mist, swirled around me. There was a comfort to be found in that worship, but to enter it enter in and access God’s presence seem like more effort than I was able to muster.

Finally with the smallest speck of faith, I willed my heart to be quiet and myself to deliberately surrender to God’s purposes. God, I can’t fight this alone. I won’t fight it; it’s not my battle. I didn’t ask for it. I surrender! If You want me, if You value me, please come and rescue me. With that I resigned myself to accepting the suffocating pain that now overwhelmed me. Like a loyal servant, I realized this battle was not mine to fight. This attack against me was an attack against my Master and I knew I could trust Him. I had to trust Him – to protect and restore what was being stolen from both of us.

With surrender came peace, a peace that passes understanding! I felt Jesus quietly standing at my side challenging me to raise my head, look in his eyes, and search out the truth of my real identity, the person he sees from His perspective.

Thankfully, the crowd was having a great time worshiping and did not want to stop. It gave me time to consider what had just happened. Jesus, help me,” I whispered. “I don’t think I have anything to give these people right now. I’m feeling so bad and so worthless! Packed in that hot sweaty house full of people, out in that dark jungle, Jesus stood beside me. I knew it! I felt Him! He was there, just as He promised, like the big brother He really is. In all His superhuman power and authority, He stood there with me. Then came words of encouragement and comfort.

“Wendell, let me remind you again,” words rose within me. “Your weakness and inabilities are your greatest assets in My kingdom. Trust me, will you?” I know you are physically, emotionally, and spiritually drained right now. But I am not. I am strong! Trust in My strength. Go forward in spite of how you feel. Do it by faith, in the fact of My promise, and let Me glorify My name through you.

The singing finally came to an end, and the world’s youngest evangelist was invited to speak.

 So, I did. What started out as a rambling message took on shape and form in ways I never intended. People were weeping, repenting, and finding salvation. A woman’s agonizing screams were followed by joyful laughter as demons left her body. Joy hit every one as the Holy Spirit suddenly but gently flowed through the crowd.

It was the same joy that had overwhelmed me the night I had surrendered my life to Jesus years’ earlier. His wonderful presence was overwhelming all of us at once. How quickly the spiritual attack and wounding I had experienced earlier dwarfed in comparison to the celebration of God’s presence.

Another hour passed until, one by one, exuberant and exhausted, people slipped away into the night. As the dust settled in the little house, we could faintly hear distant joyful singing echoing off the surrounding hills as different groups made their way homeward.

After a meeting like that, I was certain God would heal me of the feverish aches, the burning chest pain and the coughing. But that was not in God’s plan – at least not yet.

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Ch 13 GOD’S STRENGTH IN WEAKNESS… Part One

Some background first. Prior, in chapter 12, Wendell tells of going a days journey to the most distant Negrito head-hunting tribal village, that as far as the team knew, this was the first time outsiders had ever contacted them. Once there, the interpreter called out and voices responded, with the chief coming out, speaking briefly with the interpreter, before returning into the village.

Our team remained waiting at the edge of the jungle, poised for a hasty retreat. I was exhausted from the arduous trek, and when it appeared nothing was happening soon, I lay down on some soft grass and drifted off to sleep.

“Mr. Wendell, you preach now,” Bayani said, gently shaking me a wake. The sun had dropped below the horizon and the sky was alive in a spectacular display of color. A fire had been built in the clearing before the village. The translator was talking to the crowd and the natives were listening attentively. I made my way to stand with him, and scanned the faces of these precious people. I felt the Spirit of God rise up within me. He was here! A shiver ran through my body and tears filled my eyes as His presence began to overwhelm me. He loves them so much! Now it was my job to reveal that love to them.

And I did. On into the night I shared. I explained who God is and how He loves us. I talked of His power over evil, eternal life, and how Jesus brings God and man back together through His death and resurrection. As the fire was dying down, I ended with a challenge for them to welcome this invisible God who loves them so much into their lives. Unsure of the outcome, I left the interpreters to bring things to a close. There was an excitement among the team, but I was exhausted, so i found a quiet place where I could pray and turn what I felt were my weak and inadequate efforts over to God’s power and for His glory.

It wouldn’t be until many days later when leaving the Philippines that I would learn what really happened that night, how God’s love and grace had touched an entire village of 180 people who had opened their hearts to God. The village chief invited the team to freely return and teach his village all about this invisible God.

Personally, I’m intrigued by how Wendel honesty captures the essence of our daily struggles of obedience to our Master, amid the assaulting distractions launched by our avowed soul’s enemy, within our spirit, soul, & body, heart, mind, & will, and especially in our imaginations working overtime, as Wendell shares in this two post account. Wendell was sick several days prior this event and the bug literally followed him several weeks during the trip home to FL. Currently, Loretta & I are reading the book thru out loud to each other most mornings, ready to begin ch 17 today, titled “When God Leads.”

Ch 13 GOD’S STRENGTH IN WEAKNESS… Part One

God, I know you called me here to share the gospel of your kingdom. You did not bring me here to lie around and feel sorry for myself. Please God give me strength!”    Then, I remembered the promise, “I can do this through him who gives me strength.” (Philippians 4:13 NLT)

Our trek took about one hour and we finally arrived at a small cluster of bamboo and thatch huts in a rough clearing punctuated with numerous tree stumps, piles of dead branches, and scattered garden plots of corn stalks and weeds. Another house, though small, was built of stronger wood construction, and stood in the center of the village.

Around eight that evening, several dozen people carrying flashlights and smoky lanterns emerged in small groups from the surrounding jungle and made their way to the central house. There was an air of anticipation as people wiggled into whatever space they could find. A few had Bibles and I realized that most of the people present seemed to be Christians. What a contrast this gathering was compared to some of the other meetings where I had been uncertain of leaving with my head on my shoulders.

“We are so happy to have the world’s youngest evangelist with us. He has come all the way from America to teach us the Bible!” the host teasingly announced.

As the people laugh good naturedly, I could feel my face turning red. Innocent as the introduction was, like a fiery dart, it tore into some very tender heart wounds that had only recently begun to heal. Though I was now twenty-three, I still had the youthful look of a fifteen-or sixteen-year-old.

Memories flooded back to me. As much as I had wanted to fit in with my peers during those dark days as a teenager, there had always been a paralyzing realization that I could never measure up to what was expected of me. More often than not, I had felt patronized, merely tolerated as a misfit among my peers.

Though I was significantly older than I looked, I often felt I was being treated and spoke to as if I were a child. By the first years of high school most guys were experiencing a significant physical transformation; however, I found myself trapped in a skinny little kid’s body well into my senior year.

As the years passed, I had grown in my understanding of who I was from God’s perspective, and by faith, I had taken on the identity of His much-loved child. I was comfortable, confident, and happy in God’s presence, but I still struggled among my peers. Over time and with God’s help, I had overcome the years of sarcastic comments belittling jests and frequent physical abuse from guys who had matured at a faster pace. The constant reminder that I was different, that I still had to grow up, left me with a void of any self-confidence and in a struggle to see myself through God’s eyes.

And suddenly here it was again, unanticipated, like a familiar demon from the past staring me in the face. I had been ambushed by one innocent well intended sentence, and now there was a fierce battle going on, a spiritual war, and I was a target. How could it catch me off guard like this? I thought I knew where the spiritual battles would be fought on this mission trip. I had failed to anticipate that an attack might happen in a highly protected place in my heart, a place I had thought was well-camouflaged, safe and secure. I felt like a net had been thrown over me and I was being dragged back into the same old hole that had held me captive for so many years. I was being bullied spiritually in much the same way as I had been bullied physically as a teenager. No one could have known how powerful the words of that short introduction were. Like fiery darts, they slipped through a gap in my spiritual armor and drove deeply into a most sensitive area of my heart. I felt myself being sucked back into a former battle I thought I’d overcome and put behind me. In a moment, my heart was filled with those terrible yet familiar feelings of worthlessness.

To be continued and concluded tomorrow.

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It’s a five-syllable made-up word, Coined by comedian Mike Goodwin’s mama. Mike, who’s entertained us at Christmas banquets, Hails from the South and shares his mama’s wisdom:

“Whatchanotgonedo is run in and out of this house.”
“Whatchanotgonedo is stand in front of the fridge with the door open.” “Whatchanotgonedo is sit on that phone while it’s thundering and lightning.”

The Holy Spirit gave me a twist on this phrase: “Whatchanotgonesay.”
Changing speech is harder than teaching manners— Maybe because it involves the jaw, Our strongest muscle by weight. A thought enters the mind, Drops to the tongue, The jaw instinctively moves— And the damage is done.

Or, if it’s a generous thought, We speak life and encouragement. Since that’s no harder than criticism, Why does our damage Outproduce our encouragement?
There must be an easy fix. But God’s Word says otherwise. The apostle James tells us: Wild animals are easier to tame than the tongue. The tongue… It is restless and evil, Full of deadly poison. (James 3:8)

If the task is that massive, Why even try? I could spend my life taming a tiger— And end up as its lunch.
Taming the tongue on our own? A fail. But with the Holy Spirit’s help, We’ve got an edge.
He prompts me: “Silence is best in this situation.”

The situations vary, But the theme is the same: I’m about to speak negativity To someone who doesn’t meet my expectations. I think, “I’ve got this figured out—but you don’t.” The Spirit whispers: “Whatchanotgonesay.”

Sometimes I spot flaws in new ideas. “I’ll wear the black hat,” I tell myself. But my timing’s off— And a great idea gets crushed Along with the idea-maker’s creativity. The Spirit nudges: “Whatchanotgonesay.”

Another situation is Likely a personal one. The Spirit reminds me to eliminate the numbers From casual conversations. I attend business meetings, Where numbers are analyzed and dissected. But there are many other dialogs, When the Spirit says, “Eliminate numbers, they’re Whatchanotgonesay.”

The common thread? Elevating myself above others. Making myself look good at another’s expense. My journey is progress, not perfection. And every time I stumble, I’m turning the key To enter the lion’s cage.
But if I pause, I hear the Spirit say, “Whatchanotgonesay.”

–Mark Coblentz

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INFLUENCE EXPLAINED

gritandlove.org Sept 15 Steve Endress, Guest blogger

We enjoyed hosting a church potluck yesterday and one brother posited the difficulty of mixing Christianity and politics. I told him I tended to agree…but there are so many angles to this subject that we spent the next hour discussing just a few. Eventually, I’ll get to the point!

American Christianity is a unique thing. Unique in terms of history, and unique in terms of context. For six thousand years, the world has been ruled by monarchies. So much so, that, the exception (Israel) couldn’t imagine continuing with its non-monarchy and demanded a king. Along comes a democratic republic and the whole world is different today in a very fundamental way than has ever been. Living in America, we assume this is the norm and wonder how everyone else could have gotten it so wrong. We fight cold wars over the differences in ideology.

We say, Jesus never got involved with the politics of his day, he stayed out of it. True, but the context was quite different–it wasn’t a democratic republic and there really wasn’t any point. It was a monarchy. The only way to influence the ‘king’ was to rise through the ranks of bureaucracy and became his advisor. Or, be a valiant general and win a lot of battles. Jesus wasn’t going to fit either of those molds. Others, however, did rise through the ranks, and God used many of them for his purposes and to do his will. Daniel, Joseph, Hananiah, Mishael, Azariah, Ezra, Nehemiah, Esther, Mordecai. (Or as “outsiders,” such as Nebuchadnezzar were appointed by God) such as I don’t think the argument, Jesus didn’t get involved works as well as we might think at first. He called Herod a fox, he said ‘who made me a judge over you,’ he said render to Caesar the things that are Caesar’s, etc. Somewhat of a nuanced position.

I’m going to argue that this topic is better addressed by the legitimacy of the influence. I believe that the primary reason we should not be involved in politics is because it is not a legitimate form of influence for a Christian. I was a school superintendent (a bureaucrat–one who does the work of a political system) and a small-town mayor. I had some powers of the state to inflict pain on my subjects. My subjects were not free to choose to be under my rule. Sure, they could have moved to another jurisdiction, but to suggest, then, that they are totally free is not being upright on this subject. Yes, there is a spectrum of freedom and bondage, and certainly, a subject is more free to move to another school district or town than they would be to another state or nation. But, to cut this argument off at the knees by suggesting they are free to move and therefore by staying they are willingly under your authority is not a winning argument.

When one has the powers of the state to inflict pain and/or reward desired behaviors, subjects are no longer free to express their true regard for the politician/bureaucrat (p/b). Further, that p/b can no longer determine a subject’s true regard for them, their ideas, and their friendship. We’ve seen this play out so many times that it almost like the air we breathe–we don’t even think about it or notice it. Stop and notice this. Why do you give honor to a wise man? Because he is wise–an intrinsic value. Why do we not give honor to a fool? Because he is foolish–an intrinsic value. Why do we give honor to a politician? 1) Because we are supposed to, 2) Because we fear what he can do to us, or we desire what he will do for us, 3) Because he is worthy.

The Supreme Court recently struck down affirmative action for college admissions. I’ve felt sorry for the applicants who were admitted to prestigious colleges under affirmative action quotas. They were left to wonder upon what grounds they had been admitted. Was it because someone was supposed to admit them, because they feared what would happen if they didn’t? Was it because the applicant deserved to be? For a man especially, being given something instead of earning it is totally demoralizing. It makes us weaker…it messes with our head, our ego, our conscience, or self-worth. Check out When Helping Hurts (ThriftBooks used $5.99) – different subject but similar in a lot of ways!

Likewise, a p/b has the same questions….do I have legitimate influence (am I worthy of someone’s attention and respect because of the way I have lived my life?!) or just illegitimate influence? Jesus was solely legitimate, and Paul worked hard to distance himself from his old illegitimate influence. He counted that stuff as dung. So, college degrees, ‘expert status’, political authority, threat of physical harm (armies, police, courts), all of these seem to lean on illegitimate influence. We are going to have these things in the world. I’m not questioning the legitimacy of illegitimate influence. I’m questioning the wisdom of a Christian deciding to wade into that dirty pool, imagining that he can clean up the pool by wading into it. Jesus didn’t. Paul fled from such an idea.

Some people have risen to places of prominence though they are not worthy. I explore the concept of worthiness here and suggest that it must be tied only to self-sacrifice. If someone has risen to prominence without commensurate self-sacrifice, then I argue that their influence is illegitimate. Push back on this if you’d like.

BOTTOM LINE:

A Christian should pursue only legitimate influence–and he should pursue it for the sole purpose of pointing more and more people to the Kingship of Jesus. You will find legitimate influence always resulting from self-sacrifice, not self-discipline, as this is a humanistic concept. Why would we give influence over our lives to someone because they’ve scaled a mountain? What good did the scaling of that mountain do for anyone in the world? Fathers and mothers have influence in the lives of their children, as do employers, co-workers, churches, voluntary organizations, and person-to-person interactions. Legitimate influence comes from people observing you be true to the Gospel, serving, loving, growing in grace and truth. Illegitimate influence isn’t only counterfeit; it destroys the witness of a person, making it an enemy of the Gospel of the Kingdom.

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STEALTH WAR: HOW CHINA TOOK OVER WHILE AMERICA’S ELITE SLEPT… BOOK REVIEW

by Robert Spalding, US Air Force, Retired.

May I include the North American non-resistant Anabaptists here with the America’s elite, for after all, who here is really “bearing arms in covert acts of death & destruction? Son Ben recently reminded me he’d encouraged me to read this 2019 book when it came out. Strange now how the events since support its premises, and more of us now possess a greater awareness of its realities. Ironic too, that I’ve been so encouraged spiritually by the GO NOW book detailing Wendell’s long term Bible underground offensive into China just completing an eight-post series from Chapter 3 “Going Deeper.”

Perhaps we anabaptists during this year of the 500th anniversary, need to re-evaluate our understanding and definition of His love that we are implementing today practically and invitationally, both here at home and around the world, as the evidence indicates we’re in DIRE need of further conversation, study and discernment, before we yawn and fall asleep again with our Bibles on our laps or playing in our ears? ” I must do the works of Him that sent me….. for the night cometh, when no man can work.” (John 9:4)

And then consider our role, both as citizens in His heavenly kingdom, but also as so-journers or transients in the USA as presented in the fifth last paragraph that is highlighted. Consider Christian nationalism, even our open antagonism. Perhaps, we do have A Work To Do, and, it’s largely first, within us! Thrift books has 6 copies available now for less than $7 ea.

INTRODUCTION: (verbatim from book)

I know something about stealth. In 1998, I began training to pilot B-2 Spirits, known far and wide as Stealth Bombers. The B-2 was at that time the high-profile new weapon in the US Air Force arsenal, a dazzling, billion-dollar, high-tech machine that looked like it had flown in from a future century. Its “continuous curvature” allowed it to avoid detection by the electromagnetic waves used by radar systems to track objects. In other words, I learned to fly a plane that achieved something every military strategist has dreamed of: being invisible.

Twenty years later—having served as chief China strategist for the chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff and as senior US Defense official and Defense attaché to the People’s Republic of China—I left my position as senior director for strategic planning at the White House, deeply concerned about a different stealth weapon being turned against my country. For the past forty years, the Chinese Communist Party (CCP) has been playing a beautiful game. It is sophisticated yet simple. It is a competition to gain control and influence across the planet—and to achieve that outcome without resorting to military engagement.

Flying quietly below the radar, the CCP has been acquiring technology without paying a cent toward developing it, carefully taking control of the world’s shipping businesses, infiltrating our corporations and science laboratories, and using American investor dollars to float the cost of its own factories and companies—and then, adding insult to injury, insisting that that money stay in China.

War between nation-states in the twenty-first century looks much different than war in the nineteenth and twentieth centuries. Instead of bombs and bullets, it’s about ones and zeros and dollars and cents: economics, finance, data information, manufacturing, infrastructure, and communications. Control those fronts today, and you can win a war without firing a shot. It’s a simple, logical strategy. And it is one leaders in the West have been very slow to grasp.

Our political, military, corporate, and fiscal leaders have failed to recognize the subtle game the CCP has been playing. They have been operating, understandably, under the now outdated idea that war is fought only with bombs and bullets. The CCP strategy, however, is to fight in other ways, utilizing a variety of tactics. It advocates and sponsors a constant focus on theft, coercion, economic sabotage, and monopolization of infrastructure on a global level—all to increase China’s sphere of influence. Everywhere.

Like the B-2 bombers I flew, the CCP’s stealth war isn’t truly covert. It has been hiding in plain sight. How did we miss it? I’m not interested in pointing fingers at one particular party. Both Republican and Democratic elites have missed the signs—or are complicit—and as a patriot who cares about my fellow citizens, my main interest is to defend the people of this country and the ideas that have driven it since it was founded.

Perhaps nothing threatens the CCP more than the Constitution of the United States. China’s president, Xi Jinping, has stated as much, and CCP documents that I will share make clear that fundamental American concepts—the rights of free speech and freedom of religion—are threats to the authoritarian power of the CCP, which believes that these liberties must never be allowed to take root in China and must never be the rights of Chinese citizens.

The CCP’s fundamental loathing of our Bill of Rights and other legal protections should be chilling to anyone who values freedom. It is the primary reason I am writing this book. I want to alert the world to China’s stealth war and its strategy to dominate the planet by focusing on six spheres of influence: the economy, the military, global diplomacy, technology, education, and infrastructure.

China is closing in on achieving its goal of influencing the politicians and corporations of the United States. If this happens, fundamental freedoms we take for granted—the ability to criticize a politician or a policy, to publish political statements, to report on governmental abuse or inefficiency, to sing the lyrics you want, to study literally any subject under the sun, to visit any website, no matter what ideology is espoused—will come under assault.

As for our economy, it will continue to erode, as the CCP arranges to use our own capital against our own best interests. Trade terms will be less favorable. Chinese-owned and -manufactured products will flood our markets, creating a further trade imbalance that will favor the CCP’s interests. The job market and average wages will continue to stagnate. Our best and brightest will be recruited by Chinese-owned companies—which are, as we’ll see, ultimately property of the CCP.

American politicians who attempt to counter pro-CCP rivals will find themselves fighting against operatives who are bought and paid for, as the CCP uses its limitless cash to influence policies in Washington, DC.

Equally frightening, if not more so, the CCP is also using its authoritarian power to reshape, rewrite, and airbrush historical truths—earning the nation a joke moniker among academics who study the disturbing manipulation of historical fact: The People’s Republic of Amnesia. The era of digitization makes editing history and creating national amnesia a matter of just cutting, pasting, and deleting. A fascinating study by Glenn Tiffert, “Peering Down the Memory Hole,” documents how past issues of China’s leading law journals were published on Chinese digital platforms for academic research, but without specific articles within them that revealed attacks on the concept of rule of law. Those attacks presented an inconvenient truth now that China seeks to portray itself as law-abiding and just. So they were banished. “Simply put,” writes Tiffert, “the Chinese government is leveraging technology to quietly export its domestic censorship regime abroad and, by manipulating how observers everywhere comprehend its past, present, and future, it is enlisting them without their consent in an alarming project to sanitize the historical record and globalize its own competing narratives.”

The end result, if China succeeds in all its goals, will be a United States of America that is devoid of the principles that shaped our nation.

These are the dystopian outcomes that loom before us. It is not a question of if. It is a question of when, unless we take preventative measures. The strategies the CCP deploys across the globe have been in effect for decades. And under its current power-hungry leader Xi Jinping, it is trying to accelerate influencing operations by attempting to become the world’s technology leader, corner the telecommunications market, and export totalitarian social controls to the leaders in developing nations.

This book does not aim to just sound an alarm. It is meant as a call to arms, one that details how the United States and the rest of the free world can combat—and break up—China’s stealth war. In doing so, I hope we can save the very thing that has driven our nation—and the world—forward for nearly 250 years, a shared value of what Franklin Delano Roosevelt and Winston Churchill termed the four essential liberties in the Atlantic Charter: freedom of speech, freedom of religion, freedom from want, and freedom from fear.

So consider this book a primer on how the CCP has conducted its war, a point-by-point how-to manual for stopping its march toward control of the West, and, yes, a terrifying warning. If we fail to respond immediately and decisively to protect our economy, our security, our institutions, and our free society, we will descend, as much of China already has, into a nightmarish dystopian society. A foreign totalitarian state will monitor our lives, our thoughts, who we see, and what we say. And if it doesn’t like what we do or think or say, it will take action against us.

Some cynics will accuse me of being alarmist or sensationalist. These people are afflicted with the same blind spot I once had. I have examined why I was so oblivious to CCP aggression and why the rest of the world still has a similar blind spot. I now attribute it in part to hubris—our cocksure confidence in ourselves and our system. Our belief that America’s socioeconomic model, its war machine, and its political model are the best in the world has helped fuel a profound confidence that we can overcome any challenge. That confidence has proven shortsighted. The blind spot remains in place—and has increased in size—because the CCP are professional liars who have had exquisite training.

Blinded by our own greed and the dream of globalization, we’ve been convinced that free trade automatically unlocks the shackles of authoritarianism and paves the way to democracy. The promise of cheap labor, inexpensive goods, and soaring stock prices has been spellbinding, but by giving up our manufacturing expertise and dominance, we have given up our independence and sold out our own citizens by stripping them of work. And we’ve been duped: investing in an authoritarian nation that insists the money never leave the country is basically allowing our pockets to be picked—or, rather, allowing our treasury to be raided.

America, other Western nations, and all democratic countries now face our biggest challenge since World War II—one with dire implications for the United States and the world at large. I hope this book—and the much-needed response I pray it spurs—is not too late to stop the authoritarian juggernaut, the stealth war, that is being waged against us.

NEXT UP: Today a trusted and valued friend who was part of the Istog Kosovo dairy project, who now also with his AC church has a dairy presence in Haiti, who I recently invited to visit Panama since I just left the premier dairy county in OH and 6 months after being in Panama discovered I now live in the premier dairy province where most of Panama’s 400,000 dairy cows reside, who just happened to text me inviting me to check out his friend and blogger Steve Endress at “gritandlove.org” which I immediately did reading several of his personally written posts. I concentrated on his Sept 15 post titled “Influence explained” since it follows up rather well on my introduction above about anabaptists being at the crossroads, I felt compelled to share it with you thinking some of you may well wish to check the site weekly for his depth of wisdom. Enjoy.

Wendell’s Words of Conclusion:

I do hope and pray that the story I have shared with you of my personal journey with God will be an encouragement to your own journey with God. His methods of operation are not confined by natural limitations. He operates in both natural and supernatural realms. When we see His hand at work, our faith and trust is increased, which is the reason I have shared with you this story of my personal journey with Jesus.

Stories that point us toward God’s power and grace are so inspiring! Stories of God’s miraculous power and love are not only tucked between the covers of the Bible; there are modern stories of miracles unfolding all around us right now. Like a flashing neon sign, they point to Jesus, the living God who is the same today, yesterday, and forever!

         Jesus is the perfect representation of God. He looks just like God because He is God. Amazingly, He is the One who is with you, right now, even as you read this sentence! He is for you, despite all your imperfections. He alone holds all power and authority! He is the One who has declared incredible promises that He desires to personally unlock in your life full of purpose and fulfillment, no matter the circumstances you find yourself in at this moment of HisStory.

         Yes, don’t kid yourself, there is a price. I have told you a bit of what it has cost Daisy and me and continues to cost us personally. However, in looking back over my life, I would never, ever exchange the meaningful and thrilling destiny that Jesus has led our family into, through & beyond, in exchange for a successful life as defined & lauded, by secular society.

        The brutal reality is that all the enticing stuff of this world will neither endure nor satisfy. They are merely dangerous distractions! Only His word and such as the fruits of the Spirit (Gal 5:22-23) offer eternal value, in accordance with God’s purposes spanning eternity, are worth the investment of our lives. His eternal purposes include you.

Remember that scrap of paper from my last year of high school that during a burst of inspiration, I had written “You won’t find your real purpose for living until you find a purpose worth dying for.” It changed my life. It will yours too.

I am reminded of two of Jim Elliot’s many quotes as he, Nate Saint, and three others, were speared to death Jan 8, 1956, while attempting to contact and befriend the Auca tribal group in Ecuador.  “He is no fool who gives what he cannot keep to gain what he cannot lose.” and “Father, make of me a crisis man. Bring those I contact to decision. Let me not merely be a milepost on their road of life, but make me a fork in their road, inviting men to either choose life or death, upon facing Christ in me.”

         Would you dare to surrender your life ambitions and agenda, by faith – with no strings attached – into His loving hands? Watch what He will do in you and through you, for your good and joy, and His glory, as you follow Him by faith on an exciting journey along a narrow path.

“But you are my witnesses, O Israel!” says the Lord. You are my servant. You have been chosen to know me, believe in me, and understand that I alone am God. There is no other God – there never has been, and there never will be. I, yes I, am the Lord and there is no other Savior.” Isaiah 43:10-11NLT)

HALLELUJAH  *  HALLELUJAH  *  HALLELUJAH

NEXT UP: Book review of 2019 STEALTH WAR: How China Took Over While America’s Elite Slept.

Little Then Did I Know or Understand the Amazing Way God Works In a Person’s Life.

This book, Go Now, is filled with bold faith and miracle stories from the head hunters in the northern Philippines to Communist China where Wendell and his wife Daisy, made over 1000 border crossings with suitcases filled with Bibles. Wendell gives you an intimate inside look at how God worked deep in his heart rescuing a discontented young man and crafted him into an effective tool for His service. Now, onto post #8 of 9.

Pastor Derstine stopped and said, “Wendell, just invite the Holy Spirit to fill you. Say it out loud as if He is actually right here with you.”

Without hesitation, I whispered, “Holy Spirit, please fill me,” and I meant it, from the bottom of my heart.

At that moment, something happened. How can I describe it? It was as if that strange and wonderful bubble that had enveloped me suddenly went inside of me. It was like inhaling a most wonderful aroma. It it filled the very core of my being. It was sweet powerful and warm. It was love. How do you describe something indescribable? How can you explain something that has no earthly comparison, something that can only be understood by experiencing it?

Someone has called it liquid love, and yes, perhaps that could begin to describe what it felt like. I couldn’t move. I didn’t want to do anything to cause this to ever end. I drank long and deep of His presence, like a deer that longs for streams of water. That long season of thirst that had been haunting my soul found real gratification as I was immersed, baptized, into God’s very presence.

The people who brought Pastor Derstine to the meeting threw our bikes into the back of their old van and drove us back to the Voluntary Service Center. The tension and the anticipation for the past 24-hours was now eclipsed by the life-giving encounter with a loving God. I carried this deep in my heart as I tumbled into bed later that night. I still had many unanswered questions. In fact, there were more questions than ever, but I figured I could ask Pastor Derstine about those in the morning.

Sleep evaded me as I lay on the bed through the night hours. I was being drenched in the God’s presence in a way that seemed to put me in a euphoric state. I had full assurance that everything was going to be alright in my life. Doubts that had plagued me were now non-issues, washed away by the unquestionable level of reality that can only be comprehended when a human encounters a living God. I was certain this amazing experience was the one sure thing that would lift me out of all the brokenness of my past and set me on that path of purpose that had been so elusive up to now. I just knew it.

In the morning, I found that Pastor Derstine had left on an early morning flight. With him flew the answers I had hoped he could give. Yet with a new confidence, I felt sure that from now on I would have easy access to those answers.

BOTTOM LINE:

Little then did I know or understand the amazing way God works in a person’s life. Little then did I comprehend what kind of upheaval I had just opened my life up to, that the Holy Spirit Himself was about to lead me into. The One who was now pouring so much love into my soul was about to begin demonstrating His love in other ways; ways I would not understand or appreciate, at least not for many years.

“After his baptism, as Jesus came up out of the water, the heavens were opened and he saw the Spirit of God descending like a dove and settling on him. And a voice from heaven said, “This is my dearly loved Son, who brings me great joy.” Then Jesus was led by the Spirit into the wilderness to be tempted there by the devil. (Matthew 3:16 – 4:1 NLT)

To be concluded tomorrow.

I Simply Wanted – No, I Needed – To Connect With God, Like A Son Needs To Bond With His Father.

This book, Go Now, is filled with bold faith and miracle stories from the head hunters in the northern Philippines to Communist China where Wendell and his wife Daisy, made over 1000 border crossings with suitcases filled with Bibles. Wendell gives you an intimate inside look at how God worked deep in his heart rescuing a discontented young man and crafted him into an effective tool for His service. Now, onto post #7 of 9.

The following evening was hot and sultry when I set off with a friend named Terry on our bicycles for what we anticipated would be a one-hour ride to the church. When we finally found the church, we knew from the music pulsating through the open windows that we were late. The meeting was in full swing and packed with people jumping, stomping, clapping, and singing their hearts out. An usher met us at the back of the church and raising his voice so he could be heard above the roar of praise, he told me there were still some seats in the front row so we found them before the music finally came ended.

An offering was taken, announcements were made, the special music presented, and finally, the message was preached. I don’t remember a word of it, except when Pastor Derstine gave a closing invitation for those who desired “to receive the baptism of the Holy Spirit.” He referenced Psalm 42: 1 in his invitation, “As the deer longs for streams of water so I long for you, O God.” Those simple words pierced straight into my heart with an unexpected force.

This simple scripture seemed to describe me perfectly and gave a clear answer to my confused spiritual condition. Religion had clouded the simplicity of the answer that had been at my fingertips all along. I simply wanted to find my way back to God! Why was that so hard to understand? I wanted – no, I needed – to connect with God, like a son needs to bond with his father. That was the simplicity and the heart of the matter. This was not about any sort of religious experience. It was about a real encounter with a real God, perhaps like I had experienced years ago when God met me and healed me of those warts.

Yes, that is what I was longing for. I had an intimate experience with God as a 10-year-old boy when God revealed His love for me in a special way. For a long time, I had been longing for a recurrence of that experience as an affirmation of God’s continued love for me. Now I understood God had something even better for me. He was offering Himself in the form of His Spirit to enable a bond in between Father and son. It suddenly dawned on me that God was probably longing for this bonding as much, or even more than I was.

I didn’t understand all the theology about the Holy Spirit, but I did understand that I was a dissatisfied Christian who simply wanted more of God’s presence. Enough of the endless discussions, analyzing and posturing! I was a child who needed his Father, and I would do whatever was necessary to make that happen.

After the invitation was given for those who desired the infilling of the Holy Spirit, I eagerly stood in response. I squeezed my eyes closed in a failed effort to keep the tears from sneaking past my eyelids; I didn’t know why I felt like crying. While I knew others were standing around me, I felt isolated and safe as if I were in a kind of invisible bubble. I knew there was music playing and people singing again but I could hardly hear it. I saw people praying for those who had gone forward, but it seemed that God Himself was in the bubble with me and I was oblivious to most of what was happening around me. He was here, waiting for me.

After a few minutes in this strange ethereal state of being, I felt someone put his hand on my head and began praying that I would receive the gift. From the voice, I realized it was Pastor Derstine.

To be continued tomorrow.

I’m Finally Ready, But You Say Tomorrow Night, Not Now?

This book, Go Now, is filled with bold faith and miracle stories from the head hunters in the northern Philippines to Communist China where Wendell and his wife Daisy, made over 1000 border crossings with suitcases filled with Bibles. Wendell gives you an intimate inside look at how God worked deep in his heart rescuing a discontented young man and crafted him into an effective tool for His service. Now, onto post #6 of 9.

I tried to express my thoughts about the Holy Spirit and Gerald soon perceived my confusion. He quietly interrupted “Wendell, you know the Holy Spirit really isn’t up for discussion. He is a person. He is who He is and He is a gift that God has offered to those who put their faith in him. God knew all along that we would need a helper if we were going to truly live the destiny that he designed for us. But you won’t be able to understand the Holy Spirit until you receive Him first, just like you can’t understand any kind of a gift until you actually receive it. It’s only after you unwrap the gift that you begin to understand what the gift really is, it’s value, its purpose, and the heart of the One who has given it.

After a pause to let all this sink in, Gerald continued, “There is a lot I could tell you about the Holy Spirit and how He is exactly what your heart has been longing for but like I said, it would be a bit pointless for me to explain Him to you until you actually received Him.

I don’t know why I began to relax, but I did. I felt like something was coming to a conclusion; I was beginning to see light at the end of a very long dark tunnel. Perhaps I was discovering something to hope in, and though I didn’t have any real idea what this was all about, I knew I needed to pursue this gift, this mystery, with all my heart. I didn’t realize it at the moment, but what I was actually feeling was God Himself, His presence and His affirmation of the words that Pastor Derstine was speaking. I knew my next step was to somehow receive this Holy Spirit.

“OK … So … what do I need to do next?” I asked. “I’m ready.”

He smiled and looked into my eyes for an uncomfortably long time. “Well, hmmm … not here and not tonight,” he said with a sudden determination.

My heart sank, for I was so ready right now!

ANY OF YOU EXPERIENCE THIS WHEN YOU WERE PUMPED & PRIMED?

“I think there are too many people around here in this house that might get offended if we take this any further,” he finally said softly, tactfully mindful of others staying at the Voluntary Service Center who were opinionated on the subject of the Holy Spirit. “But don’t worry. This is what we can do. It just so happens that I will be speaking about the Holy Spirit tomorrow night at a church up in the Bronx. Why don’t you come to the meeting? It will be a good place for you to receive what God has for you and you won’t have to try to explain it to those who might try to talk you out of what God intends to do.”

To be continued tomorrow.