"The Commission"

I found this at:
http://www.persecutionblog.com/2008/09/the-commission.html

The Commission
by G. Shirie Westfall

I asked the Lord to help my neighbor,
And carry the gospel to distant lands,
And to comfort the sick, but he said to me,
If you love me, be my hands.

I asked the Lord to go to the dying,
And the orphan in the street,
And visit the prisoner, but he said to me,
If you love me, be my feet.

I asked the Lord to look to the poor,
And watch over each babe that cries,
And see each man’s need, but he said to me,
If you love me, be my eyes.

I said to the Lord, I want to serve you,
But I don’t know where to start.
To love is the answer, he said to me.
If you love me, be my heart.

Environmentalists Crying Over Dead Trees! Hilarious!

I Need To Write

My brain is spinning right now. God has been doing so much in me that I don't know quite what to do with myself. I sit here during break, and while I used to always have reading or something I wanted to do, I now just feel restless and out of place. I love working here, but at break time I just feel so pointless and lost. Same with home. I get on my computer, but just can't think of anything to do on it. Then I put in a dvd, and get bored watching it. Then I go to read, and my brain starts spinning so fast I can not focus. What does this mean? It is quite annoying.

I have recently started getting involved in the Voice of The Martyrs ministry and am really enjoying it. They are such a neat and essential ministry. They give normal people like me practical ways to be a blessing and help the "least of these." It is so incredible to think of the millions of persecuted Christians worldwide. I was so angry while during the Olympics China was parading around acting as if they were some great nation, while at the same time arresting Christians and anyone who might say something to the news about their oppressive government. I just sent a letter to a 76 year old woman through voice of the martyrs named Shuang Shuying who with her son was hosting a house church. The police found out and beat them in the street near the site of the Olympics and then arrested them both. So now this 76 year old woman with all sorts of health problems (some doubtless related to being beaten by the police) is serving time in prison for her crimes. I have also read about a girl just recently in Saudi Arabia who believed in jesus and when her father found out, he beat her, cut out her tongue, and then killed her. Then the press picked it up and put it in the news across the country as a warning to what happens when you convert. There are so many stories like that of things that happen every day. It really blows my mind. But when I am doing something to help these people and minister to them in some small way, I feel perfectly at peace. I just wish I could feel this peace all the time :-).

Why Obama is Terrifying

This video shows why Obama is the WRONG choice. He will reduce and handicap our nation's defenses worse than even Bill Clinton...

Dear Mr. Obama

A very powerful video...

9/11

Wow, it has been seven years since that awful attack. I was sitting in homeroom when I heard about it, but did not believe it until it was announced in chapel. I remember that whole day huddling by a small radio in shock trying to figure out what was going on. In one day we were attacked at both World Trade Centers, the Pentagon, and the third major attack was thwarted by some brave passengers aboard United 93. It really does not seem like it was that long ago because as soon as the day comes, I feel the exact same as I did in 2001. I woke up this morning as as I turned off my alarm I saw the date, September 11, and immediately started praying, thanking God for our leaders, our military, and especially George W. Bush. I watched a dvd about the radical Islamist movement around the world and it is absolutely terrifying what is going on. Praise the Lord we have a President who understands the threat and has done everything he can to keep us safe. And I take comfort knowing that since 2001 we have sent hundreds of thousands (if not millions) of radical Islamists to the grave. But if only our dimwit President in the '90s had looked past his fear of hurting his "image" and taken action to stop these radicals, we could have stopped 9/11. But I hope that everyone in our nation today takes time to remember what happened and thank God for President Bush, our brave troops, and everyone else in our government who have supported them. Also, I hope people stop blocking out the memory of this event so they can see clearly who they should vote for in November. The choice is absolutely clear.

Here is a video shown at the Republican National Convention having to do with 9/11, it is really good.

Excerpt from John McCain's Speech

(I was not impressed with John McCain's speech. It was generic and borderline socialist at times, but it had heart and that was the best part of it. This portion really shows the heart of John McCain, regardless of his politics.)

...Long ago, something unusual happened to me that taught me the most valuable lesson of my life. I was blessed by misfortune. I mean that sincerely. I was blessed because I served in the company of heroes, and I witnessed a thousand acts of courage, compassion and love.

On an October morning, in the Gulf of Tonkin, I prepared for my 23rd mission over North Vietnam. I hadn’t any worry I wouldn’t come back safe and sound. I thought I was tougher than anyone. I was pretty independent then, too. I liked to bend a few rules, and pick a few fights for the fun of it. But I did it for my own pleasure; my own pride. I didn’t think there was a cause more important than me.

Then I found myself falling toward the middle of a small lake in the city of Hanoi, with two broken arms, a broken leg, and an angry crowd waiting to greet me. I was dumped in a dark cell, and left to die. I didn’t feel so tough anymore. When they discovered my father was an admiral, they took me to a hospital. They couldn’t set my bones properly, so they just slapped a cast on me. When I didn’t get better, and was down to about a hundred pounds, they put me in a cell with two other Americans. I couldn’t do anything. I couldn’t even feed myself. They did it for me. I was beginning to learn the limits of my selfish independence. Those men saved my life.

I was in solitary confinement when my captors offered to release me. I knew why. If I went home, they would use it as propaganda to demoralize my fellow prisoners. Our Code said we could only go home in the order of our capture, and there were men who had been shot down before me. I thought about it, though. I wasn’t in great shape, and I missed everything about America. But I turned it down.

A lot of prisoners had it worse than I did. I’d been mistreated before, but not as badly as others. I always liked to strut a little after I’d been roughed up to show the other guys I was tough enough to take it. But after I turned down their offer, they worked me over harder than they ever had before. For a long time. And they broke me.

When they brought me back to my cell, I was hurt and ashamed, and I didn’t know how I could face my fellow prisoners. The good man in the cell next door, my friend, Bob Craner, saved me. Through taps on a wall he told me I had fought as hard as I could. No man can always stand alone. And then he told me to get back up and fight again for our country and for the men I had the honor to serve with. Because every day they fought for me.

I fell in love with my country when I was a prisoner in someone else’s. I loved it not just for the many comforts of life here. I loved it for its decency; for its faith in the wisdom, justice and goodness of its people. I loved it because it was not just a place, but an idea, a cause worth fighting for. I was never the same again. I wasn’t my own man anymore. I was my country’s.

I’m not running for president because I think I’m blessed with such personal greatness that history has anointed me to save our country in its hour of need. My country saved me. My country saved me, and I cannot forget it. And I will fight for her for as long as I draw breath, so help me God...