All posts for the month December, 2014
These are future leaders!?
One argument against any form of religion (especially Bible Christianity) is that religion is the instigator of all wars. Is that true? After watching this 14 minute video perhaps that type of thinking will change.
It is “funny” how people do not think anything about a man in a red suit standing on every street corner in every town (at the same time) and then traveling at neck breaking speed going ALL around the world to deliver presents once a year BUT a real personal God to whom we are ALL accountable!? No way!
This is a story a friend put on his Facebook page I thought you might enjoy it as I did.
A CHRISTMAS STORY TO REMEMBER
It was Christmas Eve 1881. I was fifteen years old and feeling like the world had caved in on me because there just hadn’t been ...enough money to buy me the rifle that I’d wanted for Christmas.
We did the chores early that night for some reason. I just figured Pa wanted a little extra time so we could read in the Bible. After supper was over I took my boots off and stretched out in front of the fireplace and waited for Pa to get down the old Bible.
I was still feeling sorry for myself and, to be honest, I wasn’t in much of a mood to read Scriptures. But Pa didn’t get the Bible instead he bundled up again and went outside. I couldn’t figure it out because we had already done all the chores. I didn’t worry about it long though I was too busy wallowing in self-pity.
Soon Pa came back in. It was a cold clear night out and there was ice in his beard. “Come on, Matt,” he said. “Bundle up good, it’s cold out tonight.” I was really upset then. Not only wasn’t I getting the rifle for Christmas, now Pa was dragging me out in the cold, and for no earthly reason that I could see. We’d already done all the chores, and I couldn’t think of anything else that needed doing, especially not on a night like this. But I knew Pa was not very patient at one dragging one’s feet when he’d told them to do something, so I got up and put my boots back on and got my cap, coat, and mittens. Ma gave me a mysterious smile as I opened the door to leave the house. Something was up, but I didn’t know what..
Outside, I became even more dismayed. There in front of the house was the work team, already hitched to the big sled. Whatever it was we were going to do wasn’t going to be a short, quick, little job. I could tell. We never hitched up this sled unless we were going to haul a big load. Pa was already up on the seat, reins in hand. I reluctantly climbed up beside him. The cold was already biting at me. I wasn’t happy. When I was on, Pa pulled the sled around the house and stopped in front of the woodshed. He got off and I followed.
“I think we’ll put on the high sideboards,” he said. “Here, help me.” The high sideboards! It had been a bigger job than I wanted to do with just the low sideboards on, but whatever it was we were going to do would be a lot bigger with the high side boards on.
After we had exchanged the sideboards, Pa went into the woodshed and came out with an armload of wood – the wood I’d spent all summer hauling down from the mountain, and then all Fall sawing into blocks and splitting. What was he doing? Finally I said something. “Pa,” I asked, “what are you doing?” You been by the Widow Jensen’s lately?” he asked. The Widow Jensen lived about two miles down the road. Her husband had died a year or so before and left her with three children, the oldest being eight. Sure, I’d been by, but so what?
Yeah,” I said, “Why?”
“I rode by just today,” Pa said. “Little Jakey was out digging around in the woodpile trying to find a few chips. They’re out of wood, Matt.” That was all he said and then he turned and went back into the woodshed for another armload of wood. I followed him. We loaded the sled so high that I began to wonder if the horses would be able to pull it. Finally, Pa called a halt to our loading then we went to the smoke house and Pa took down a big ham and a side of bacon. He handed them to me and told me to put them in the sled and wait. When he returned he was carrying a sack of flour over his right shoulder and a smaller sack of something in his left hand.
“What’s in the little sack?” I asked. Shoes, they’re out of shoes. Little Jakey just had gunny sacks wrapped around his feet when he was out in the woodpile this morning. I got the children a little candy too. It just wouldn’t be Christmas without a little candy.”
We rode the two miles to Widow Jensen’s pretty much in silence. I tried to think through what Pa was doing. We didn’t have much by worldly standards. Of course, we did have a big woodpile, though most of what was left now was still in the form of logs that I would have to saw into blocks and split before we could use it. We also had meat and flour, so we could spare that, but I knew we didn’t have any money, so why was Pa buying them shoes and candy? Really, why was he doing any of this? Widow Jensen had closer neighbors than us; it shouldn’t have been our concern.
We came in from the blind side of the Jensen house and unloaded the wood as quietly as possible then we took the meat and flour and shoes to the door. We knocked. The door opened a crack and a timid voice said, “Who is it?” “Lucas Miles, Ma’am, and my son, Matt, could we come in for a bit?”
Widow Jensen opened the door and let us in. She had a blanket wrapped around her shoulders. The children were wrapped in another and were sitting in front of the fireplace by a very small fire that hardly gave off any heat at all. Widow Jensen fumbled with a match and finally lit the lamp.
“We brought you a few things, Ma’am,” Pa said and set down the sack of flour. I put the meat on the table. Then Pa handed her the sack that had the shoes in it. She opened it hesitantly and took the shoes out one pair at a time. There was a pair for her and one for each of the children – sturdy shoes, the best, shoes that would last. I watched her carefully. She bit her lower lip to keep it from trembling and then tears filled her eyes and started running down her cheeks. She looked up at Pa like she wanted to say something, but it wouldn’t come out.
“We brought a load of wood too, Ma’am,” Pa said. He turned to me and said, “Matt, go bring in enough to last awhile. Let’s get that fire up to size and heat this place up.” I wasn’t the same person when I went back out to bring in the wood. I had a big lump in my throat and as much as I hate to admit it, there were tears in my eyes too. In my mind I kept seeing those three kids huddled around the fireplace and their mother standing there with tears running down her cheeks with so much gratitude in her heart that she couldn’t speak.
My heart swelled within me and a joy that I’d never known before filled my soul. I had given at Christmas many times before, but never when it had made so much difference. I could see we were literally saving the lives of these people.
I soon had the fire blazing and everyone’s spirits soared. The kids started giggling when Pa handed them each a piece of candy and Widow Jensen looked on with a smile that probably hadn’t crossed her face for a long time. She finally turned to us. “God bless you,” she said. “I know the Lord has sent you. The children and I have been praying that he would send one of his angels to spare us.”
In spite of myself, the lump returned to my throat and the tears welled up in my eyes again. I’d never thought of Pa in those exact terms before, but after Widow Jensen mentioned it I could see that it was probably true. I was sure that a better man than Pa had never walked the earth. I started remembering all the times he had gone out of his way for Ma and me, and many others. The list seemed endless as I thought on it.
Pa insisted that everyone try on the shoes before we left. I was amazed when they all fit and I wondered how he had known what sizes to get. Then I guessed that if he was on an errand for the Lord that the Lord would make sure he got the right sizes.
Tears were running down Widow Jensen’s face again when we stood up to leave. Pa took each of the kids in his big arms and gave them a hug. They clung to him and didn’t want us to go. I could see that they missed their Pa and I was glad that I still had mine.
At the door Pa turned to Widow Jensen and said, “The Mrs. wanted me to invite you and the children over for Christmas dinner tomorrow. The turkey will be more than the three of us can eat, and a man can get cantankerous if he has to eat turkey for too many meals. We’ll be by to get you about eleven. It’ll be nice to have some little ones around again. Matt, here, hasn’t been little for quite a spell.” I was the youngest. My two brothers and two sisters had all married and had moved away.
Widow Jensen nodded and said, “Thank you, Brother Miles. I don’t have to say, May the Lord bless you, I know for certain that He will.”
Out on the sled I felt a warmth that came from deep within and I didn’t even notice the cold. When we had gone a ways, Pa turned to me and said, “Matt, I want you to know something. Your ma and me have been tucking a little money away here and there all year so we could buy that rifle for you, but we didn’t have quite enough.
Then yesterday a man who owed me a little money from years back came by to make things square. Your ma and me were real excited, thinking that now we could get you that rifle, and I started into town this morning to do just that, but on the way I saw little Jakey out scratching in the woodpile with his feet wrapped in those gunny sacks and I knew what I had to do. Son, I spent the money for shoes and a little candy for those children. I hope you understand.”
I understood, and my eyes became wet with tears again. I understood very well, and I was so glad Pa had done it. Now the rifle seemed very low on my list of priorities. Pa had given me a lot more. He had given me the look on Widow Jensen’s face and the radiant smiles of her three children. For the rest of my life, Whenever I saw any of the Jensens, or split a block of wood, I remembered, and remembering brought back that same joy I felt riding home beside Pa that night. Pa had given me much more than a rifle that night, he had given me the best Christmas of my life
While Christians and others who will not convert to Islam are beheaded the Muslim community in Australia is being lifted up as a most patriotic, caring and loving group. In spite of the fact it was an Islamist that held the hostages within the cafe and two of them were murdered the world now sees smiling Muslim women bringing a wreath to Martin Place. However, I do have two questions about this picture; First, why was not ONE of these women wearing the burka? Secondly did the media think to ask why? There had to be a reason why none wore the burka and why the media didn’t ask the question and I think I know the answer to both!
Now, just because it was a Muslim that killed these two hostages doesn’t make most rational thinking people hate all Muslims. However, it does make one more aware or does it? What actually occurs is any words used to speak out against the monsters of Islam that are beheading people all around the world are labeled as Islamphobic and almost anything can be considered “hate”. One would have to assume even a blog such as this may come under suspicion.
There is not a true Bible believing born again Christian that hates a Muslim. They need to turn to Christ just as any person must. The point is that the world is overlooking the hostility of Islam and all of us non-Muslims, infidels, will pay the price. That price is a high price as one can readily see from Iraq, Afghanistan, Pakistan, Syria, Saudi, Egypt and numerous other places where Islamic Sharia is established! No we do not fight hate with hate but we do live in a real world where there are millions of Muslims who would rather kill you than “ride the bus with you”.
Monday December 15, 2014 Muslim Man Haron Monis walked into a cafe in Martin Place, Sydney, Australia taking 17 people as hostages. Early the next morning two hostages and Monis were dead. At the same time the mad Muslim man of Martin Place was terrorizing a Sydney cafe Islamic terrorists were slaughtering over 100 students and teachers in a Pakistani school.
Because a Muslim was the gunman in the Sydney cafe the media began their protection of Islam by saying he was a lone wolf, mentally ill and was not really a Muslim. Whatever! Along with this media onslaught one individual tweeted #illridewithyou. This tweet according to the bbc.com had “40,000 tweets using the hashtag #Illridewithyou in just two hours, according to Twitter Australia; 150,000 in four hours. And it’s been rapidly growing since.” The murderer and his faith followers became the victims that day.
Surely the terrorists who murdered the children and their teachers in Pakistan are not true Muslims either! All the Islamic Council of Victoria and the United Muslim Migrant Association could say concerning the Pakistan murders is they strongly condemned “this callous and senseless act of violence. ICV believes that retributive acts of violence between groups who are in conflict are not the solution to the problem.” It was just an act “of violence” caused by two groups “in conflict”!? What a PATHETIC outcry to such murderous violence!
Why aren’t there thousand of Muslims on the Sydney streets protesting both the Sydney and Pakistani murders like they did the film about their Mohammad? WHERE ARE THEY? WHERE IS THE VERY PUBLIC OUTCRY BY THESE FOLLOWERS OF ISLAM? WHAT HYPOCRISY!!!!
All the tweeting, media protection and silence in the midst of this world-wide Islamic terrorism is reminiscent of the time when a man by the name of Pilate asked the Jews whether they wanted a guilty murderer by the name of Barabbas or a guiltless man called Jesus to be set free? Those political religious hypocrites of that day chose freedom for Barabbas and a cross for Jesus! Not much has changed!
The following is from quadrant online. The love fest and defense of the “Religion of Peace” began only a few hours after the Muslim terrorist and two innocent people were dead.
“Over the days to come we’ll hear how the Martin Place gunman was a lone wolf, of which there seem to be entire packs, how he wasn’t acting in accordance with the religion of peace and, just for good measure, that he was undoubtedly insane. Like the killer himself, those tired and blind excuses have whiskers on them
Thirteen years have passed since that gloriously blue-skied morning in Manhattan, where the maps and posters on my son’s classroom shivered on the walls as a jetliner rumbled low overhead and, lucky for him, kept going for a few more seconds. It slammed into the World Trade Centre, the second to hit its target that morning, and helped consign some 3000 innocent souls to their doom. We were told that day how everything had changed. Except it hadn’t, not then and not today in Australia.
Within an hour of 9/11’s impacts, decent Americans were forming spontaneous posses outside New York mosques to protect innocent Muslims from the vigilante reprisals they fully expected. There were no payback attacks, of course, there never are. The dead were all down town, under the smoking rubble. But that was the meme, soon parroted, incredibly, by none other than President George W. Bush, who ludicrously assured the world that Islam is the “religion of peace”. Nineteen devotees of that faith had just committed mass murder for a morning’s work and there was the Free World’s leader papering over the vile philosophy that inspired them. Bush was far from the simian doofus his detractors insisted, but he came close that day and, when the topic was Islam, on many others thereafter.
Today, after Sydney was brought to a standstill, two innocents were murdered, a police officer wounded and several others injured, that same old kumbayah script is being dusted off and recited for the umpteenth time. On ABC radio just now, some well-meaning young woman was close to tears as she poured her sympathy on the “real victims” of the coffee shop siege. She didn’t mean the slain Katrina Dawson and Lindt store manager Tori Johnson, or Ms Dawson’s three now-motherless children. It was those poor Muslims who are going to be viewed with suspicion all over again.
Funny thing, that.
Australian kids get blown to bits by Muslims in Bali, and it’s Muslims who are said to suffer most.
Sydney sees a riot by a 1000-strong mob of rampaging weird beards incensed that someone on the other side of the world made a YouTube film about their precious Prophet, but it’s not the merchants who lost business or the cops pelted and thumped who are said to have suffered. Nor is it the amity and amenity of an otherwise modern and mostly peaceful metropolis that was done an injury. It’s those poor, oppressed Muslims.
Two policeman are stabbed ten weeks ago in suburban Melbourne, one almost killed, by a brain-washed teenage jihadi and “the backlash” that never happened scores acres of ink in the Fairfax press and many, many concerned words on the ABC — far more attention than is devoted to a critically wounded cop and the progress of his recovery.
Today, if you want to display your well-educated and thoroughly nuanced concern, get on Twitter and endorse the #Illridewithyou hashtag, the idea being that Muslim women need protection, not from fathers and brothers obsessed with “honour”, but “rednecks” who will be rampaging from Sydney to Perth, tearing off hijabs and burning mosques and demonstrating all the intolerance that another creed, the secular one preached tirelessly in universities and newsrooms, insists is woven into the very fabric of the racist Australian soul.
I’ll ride with you? Pardon me, but it is thoughts of those unwitting passengers who rode with Mohammad Atta on September 11 that come most immediately to mind. It is thoughts, too, of the London commuters who rode a double-decker bus with yet more homegrown jihadis and finished their lives as footnotes to the 7/7 massacres.
Two pernicious philosophies – radical Islam and unquestioning multi-culturalism – define and limit the debate the larger Australia caught between those two extremes is forbidden to have. Why is that no one wonders how that much-mentioned religion of peace throws up so many adherents who are anything but?
Muslims oppressed? Ask yourself this: when Scientologists fleece fools, who do you hear arguing that relieving simpletons of their cash is a misinterpretation of what cult founder L. Ron Hubbard intended?
But with Islam the connection between violence and scripture isn’t allowed to be uttered. It’s all there in the Koran and hadiths. You want peaceful Islam, stick to the early bits, where the voices transcribed from a schizophrenic desert warlord’s head are somewhat more pacific. Fancy something a bit more militant? Turn to the latter pages, where you can find permission for lopping heads and smiting infidels and parking jumbo jets on buildings full of folks whose only crime was reporting to their desks with bagels and coffee.
Remember that over the kid-glove days to come. Remember that when tame reporters regurgitate dubious tales of harassed hijab wearers and vandalised mosques – alleged attacks for which no one ever seems to be apprehended. Given the lack of arrests you might almost think they were staged, exaggerated or never happened at all. As for reports of racist incidents, you can file one in a twinkling, courtesy of a standing message form at the Islamophobia Register. It’s that easy.
And one last thing. When you wonder why the media bleats about Australian racism, rather than Islam’s intolerance, bear in mind that the MEAA, the journalists’ union, just honoured Fairfax columnist and Radio National compere Waleed Aly as the nation’s best and most incisive analyst and commentator.
Aly’s appraisal of terrorism, as delivered after Muslims bombed the Boston Marathon? Why, the prize insight that terrorism is no worse than “a perpetual irritation”! And anyway, as Aly concluded, it was probably white, right-wing terrorists who did it anyway.
As a revered and well-paid mouthpiece for the multi-culti industry, how could he say anything else?
Roger Franklin is the editor of Quadrant Online. He spent the months after 9/11 attending funerals for fathers of his son’s classmates, many of whom were New York City cops and firemen.”
Yesterday my wife and I spent most of the day and well into the evening watching the siege in Sydney, Australia. When we went to bed about 10pm we both said it will be over in the morning and the defense of Islam will begin. We rose from sleep at about 5am the next morning and the siege had ended and sure enough the news channels were busy talking to leaders of Islam and promoting the idea that it is a religion of peace. The mad man murderer of Martin Place who took at least two other innocent lives was claimed to be not a true Muslim. Have you heard that before?!
Not long after the siege the in-thing was to twitter “I’ll ride with you” in the hope to stop any so called “Islamphobia”. The propaganda has begun.
Here are a few photos of that siege. In Photo One the mad man murderer had a flag with Arabic writing put on the cafe window. That flag had the Arabic words “”There is no god but Allah; Muhammad is the Messenger of Allah.” Sounds pretty Islamic to me!
Photo Two gives the rap sheet of this mad man murderer. He was an Iranian (Muslim) refugee. He was walking as a free man with all these charges against him. What else could the public expect of such a person?
Photo 3 is Lakemba Mosque the day after the siege. Note there are no women in this photo! One wonders how a world bent on equal rights, feminism, same sex marriage, etc. etc. are so defensive of a religion that when it governs the political landscape all true freedom for the infidel (non-Muslim) is abrogated. Wherever Islam governs the non-Muslim (infidel) suffers. When Islam takes control politically the infidel pays a jizya tax! Welcome to reality.
In Photo 4 are some of the hostages running for their lives from the hands of this mad man murderer of Martin Place. However, this picture is also of us, the Western world, as we surrender our freedom of religion, speech, self-defense, law, etc. etc. to the Islamic push for Sharia law. The mad man murderer of Martin Place Sydney was a Muslim practicing what he believed were the teachings of Islam. There are MILLIONS of the same type of Muslims all over this world that believe the same thing. This WAS not a lone wolf! This mad man murderer may have been the sole Muslim in the Martin Place cafe, Sydney, Australia but he has MILLIONS of other Muslims in Iraq, Afghanistan, Syria, Pakistan, Indonesia, and other places who believe in what he was doing!
A true religion of peace is exactly that; a religion of peace. That religion is built on Jesus Christ, the only begotten Son of the living God. In the Bible, the Book of Christianity, it says this; Romans 10:15 “…How beautiful are the feet of them that preach the gospel of peace, and bring glad tidings of good things!” Ephesians 6:15 “…with the preparation of the gospel of peace”. In the New Testament it was the Christians who were persecuted and often put to death and not the other way around. It is the same today, the Christian is not persecuting others to convert but they are being persecuted for their faith by those like the mad man murderer of Martin Place. May this siege by the mad man murderer of Martin Place not bring more laws that strip away more of our freedoms but may the mad man murderer of Martin Place cause people to find the true “Prince of Peace” Isaiah 9: 6, God the Son, the Lord Jesus Christ.
What made this University of Connecticut professor of anthropology so raving mad? As strange as it may seem it was not just the preaching of the Bible that set this man off but specifically a sign that read “Evolution is a Lie”. But really, how can a professor get so upset, so in a rage over a sign!? He reacted like a Muslim when someone may say what they consider derogatory about Mohammed. Perhaps Evolution is his religion?!
Well the answer to his raging madness is spoken of in the Bible. Psalm 2:1 asks “ Why do the heathen rage, and the people imagine a vain thing?” and then 2Timothy 3:13 we are told “But evil men and seducers shall wax worse and worse, deceiving, and being deceived.” Yes, it may seem harsh but this professor is an evil raging man, a seducer, deceived and deceiving. He (1) is teaching his students that evolution is a fact and not merely a theory which is a lie and (2) he has been deceived into believing that lie himself. One would think a professor of anthropology in a well respected University would have enough self control not to go raving mad just because someone is carrying a sign saying “Evolution is a Lie”. But on the other hand who wants to be told they are teaching a lie. Therefore since evolution is taught in most if not all universities as a FACT and not a theory this sign just might set a professor off! Haw dare anyone question the theory he teaches to have the audacity to call it a lie. Who are these simpletons. I am a PROFESSOR and you? Who are YOU!?
This theory of natural evolution has gained many proponents but that doesn’t change the fact it is simply a theory and a lie from the pit of hell. Atheistic evolution has sought to replace God with naturalism or as is so often called Mother Nature. Who thought up such a story that would delude so many? It wasn’t some University Professor but none other than that personage called Satan, the Devil. He is the founder and promoter of this lie and he has been a good salesman. Today most scientists, professors and others in all walks of life accept evolution as a fact and not as it really is just a theory.
In the world today those holding to the theory of evolution are thought of as intellectuals. But if one holds to Biblical special creation they are looked upon with scorn as though they are religious fanatics and anti-intellectual. Biblical special 24 hour six day creation is considered as simply religious whereas evolution is looked upon as true SCIENCE, though the Bible describes it as “science falsely so called”!
The government well funded Australian Broadcasting Corporation (ABC) had the article “Too Much Faith in Schools: The Rise of Christian Schooling in Australia’ by Marion Maddox (who holds PhDs in Theology and Political Philosophy) may be read in its entirety at ( http://www.abc.net.au/religion/articles/2014/03/20/3968199.htm). In this article the author mentions the 2014 debate between evolutionist Bill Nye and creationist Ken Ham. She stated that the debate was held in the United States “…the home of whacky Christianity.” The author went on to say that Ham and other creationists like him promoted “the idea that God created the world in six days a mere 6,000 years ago.” Think for one moment, was this author there 6,000 years ago to know for sure that the world was not created then? Does this author know where to go and read something from someone that was there 6,000 or 6 million years ago? No she doesn’t know any thing written by anyone that was there six thousand or six million years ago. Of course a Bible beliver can go to the Bible and read the words given to Moses from that One who was there but that of course would not be acceptable to the author of the article. Why would not the Scriptures be sufficient? Well, note the phrase “whacky Christianity”. Those who hold to Biblical special creation are “whacky” according to her and professors such as the one in the you tube. Could one say this of any other religion; especially Islam? It is almost assured that if Marion Maddox had stated this about Islam she would be constantly looking over her shoulder to see who was following her; if she still had a head to look over her shoulder with. But I digress.
The Bible speaks of people like the present day evolutionary professor and Marion Maddox. In Acts Chapter 17, Paul the apostle does some street preaching while in Athens. His preaching caught the special attention of two particular groups, the evolutionary atheistic Epicureans and the pantheistic Stoicks. These men had heard Paul preaching “Jesus, and the resurrection” so “they took him, and brought him unto Areopagus, saying, May we know what this new doctrine, whereof thou speakest, is?” Paul agrees and as he stands on Mars Hill before these men with this great opportunity to preach he not only preaches the resurrection but creation, repentance and judgment.
Consider a few points from this sermon. In Acts 17 verse 22 Paul defends the doctrine of creation by saying “God that made the world and all things therein, seeing that he is Lord of heaven and earth, dwelleth not in temples made with hands”. Here Paul declares there to be a personal God which created all things! The atheistic evolutionary Epicureans did not think Paul was speaking about theistic evolution, as some liberal Christians do today, but they understood, and rightfully so, that he was speaking about special creation in six literal 24 hour days as presented in Genesis!
Then in verse 26 Paul announces the fact that all humans come from one couple and are therefore of “one blood”. This teaching repudiates what the world is seeking today in making same sex relationships as normal. Shock, horror, same sex humans in sexual relationships do not reproduce. Paul preached that God “…hath made of one blood all nations of men for to dwell on all the face of the earth…” According to Paul humans were created by God and are directly related one to another through the original couple, Adam and Eve.
In verse 29 these men learned from Paul that we are made in the image of God our Creator; “Forasmuch then as we are the offspring of God, we ought not to think that the Godhead is like unto gold, or silver, or stone, graven by art and man’s device.” The non-conformist Matthew Henry in remarking on this verse wrote “God honoured man in making his soul after his own likeness; but man dishonours God if he makes him after the likeness of his body. The Godhead is spiritual, infinite, immaterial, incomprehensible, and therefore it is a very false and unjust conception which an image gives us of God, be the matter ever so rich, gold or silver; be the shape ever so curious, and be it ever so well graven by art or man’s device, its countenance, posture, or dress, ever so significant, it is a teacher of lies.”
Then in Chapter 17 and verse 30 Paul declares that God “now commandeth all men every where to repent”. What are they to repent of? They are to repent of their unbelief, their worship of man, their personal sins and of man-made idols. These were hedonistic Epicureans and pantheistic idle worshiping Stoicks to whom Paul was speaking similar to many who are living today.
Paul in verse 31 speaks about a day of judgment “in the which he will judge the world in righteousness by that man whom he hath ordained; whereof he hath given assurance unto all men, in that he hath raised him from the dead.” There will be a judgement day whether the evolutionist, atheist and religious idol worshiper thinks so or not! That judgement will be performed by Him who rose from the dead, Jesus Christ.
Now, Paul has gone full circle; beginning in verse 18 with the resurrection and now in verse 31! The Christian faith rises or falls on the truth of the resurrection! Paul handles the subject of the resurrection in 1 Corinthians 15. For all men to be judged means they too will be resurrected just as the Lord Jesus whom he preached had been. This they could not or would not understand and believe. Their reply to Paul’s preaching was that “some mocked: and others said, We will hear thee again of this matter.” Oh, man may mock God today but in the end “He that sitteth in the heavens shall laugh” at them for their mocking. As to those who would hear about the resurrection later the simple truth is they may not have that opportunity for no man is guaranteed another day. However, “certain men clave unto him, and believed: among the which was Dionysius the Areopagite, and a woman named Damaris, and others with them.” Praise the Lord for the few that did hear and believe! Three groups of people, the mocking, the putting off and the believing. The question is “What group are you in?