Lyle's Blog

Mom died in July of 1996. She had liver disease for years and suffered since 1982. When she passed, I didn’t cry. I was numb, almost indifferent, not to her, but to the reality of it all. No, it had to settle in, plague me with guilt.

I hadn’t been a good son. Oh, I said I love you, was “kind”, or so I thought. But for years my self-centeredness cursed me. She was Mom and I was a very old child.

After a few days I went to her grave. I wept bitterly. I told her I was sorry but she couldn’t hear me. Why was she so pure and I so sinful? Scripture tells us we have hearts of stone and we need a heart of flesh, one that can feel, ache, and appreciate and be thankful for the blessing we have.

My mother was that unwavering blessing. I guess I’m trying to encourage you to say things while ears can still hear and tears can come from joy and not regret.

I went to that grave a couple of times after that. I wept more tears. I knew the truth. I needed forgiveness but Momma couldn’t hear me anymore.

It is by Jesus Christ I can lay that burden down and it by Jesus Christ I can see Momma again. I love you, Momma.

In the world of BLM, only black lives matter. Black people are the only ones that face discrimination. They are the only ones that were slaves. Truth be known, blacks were slaves and many were brutally treated but then slavery was a way of life for thousands of years. Every race and creed have been slaves. Slavery has developed a population that resents previous ownership and now want reparations. In fact, we are supposed to kiss their feet.

A majority in this country are ungrateful for the achievements and sacrifices of previous Americans because our ancestors grew up in a culture that was born in a time where slavery was a part of normal life.. If you inherited slaves at eleven years old, our all-wise and pig-headed elitist malcontents deem that somehow that boy, born before the end of slavery, is somehow guilty of sin, a sin that the whole world participated in.

This is a burden we would usually not thrust on a boy so young or so we thought. In the day when everything a white does is a hate crime we find the young are not exempt from the rage of the mob.

Recently a twelve-year-old boy was arrested for writing some clearly inappropriate things to a popular footballer. Yes, what wrote was wrong, but it is hardly the things you arrest a young boy for.

The left finds no problem letting the worst criminals out of prison for the sake of the coronavirus hoax, but arrest a child for saying something racial. Apparently the left has christened hate crimes as the ultimate breaking of the law. To heck with theft, assault, rape, mayhem, riot, and murder.

If BLM, ANTIFA, and other assorted miscreants are not brought under control, the left will achieve their dream of unfettered revenge. Our founding fathers gave us a republic which enabled us to become better people. The left believes that they made the wrong choice and that we should have followed the French model of revolution.

The mob is now confronting successful, “overly wealthy” citizens in their homes. They want blood, heads to roll, and their appetite is insatiable. Boiling down this ill-conceived concoction of self-induced misery, the left has declared itself moral and virtue free, doomed to perish in wanton stupidity.

By destroying the past, their future lies in ruins and they become recipients of the zonk prize behind door number three. By seizing unearned booty their government checks will be underwritten by no one and the promises they made to their followers will be realized as empty.

This is a generation of our making by allowing the young to bathe in Marxist dogma and worship at the alter of everything self. It is to our shame that we’ve allowed liberty to slip through our fingers without much protest.

We’ve never said no loud enough. We paid for the schooling that taught them to hate us. Will we have to pay back what we never stole? Will there be a fight? Will we wear masks forever? If so, your life isn’t worth living.

Having something worth living for is important; having something worth dying for most important. What will we give in exchange for our soul?

I grew up in the Assemblies of God church. I loved the old hymns and still do. One declared “There’s a new name written down in glory and it’s mine: A new name. God gave Jacob a new name, Israel. I would imagine he gives us a new name too and it’s written in the Lamb’s book of life.

Jacob was known for his not so good a reputation. He wrestled with God. He wanted to be blessed and in the process, God wounded him and gave him a new name. Like the apostle Paul, he carried with him the constant reminder that his strength comes from God. We do too if we are children of God.

Pastors lead us in words of repentance which may be all well and good, I don’t know. What I do know is that we have deeply offended God, enough to send to us to hell. My sin must be eradicated, forgiven if I’m to have any relationship with God.

If we want eternal life with God, if we really love him, we would be in anguish about our sin. Repentance comes from a remorseful heart. Then we must wrestle with God, not let go, have a relentless desire for his blessing. The things that hurt Christ will hurt us. Repentance leads us to give our all to him.

The disciples were puffed up when they cast out demons, healed the sick, and raised the dead. Pretty cool stuff. Everybody’s impressed and you can get a large following. You may become famous, popular, in-demand everywhere.

But Jesus warned them; there is only one thing that’s important. What is that one thing, the question you must ask yourself? Is my name written in the Lamb’s Book of Life? Is there a new name written down in glory, is it mine, that’s what I must know. Have I wrestled with God, communed with him enough, that He knows my name.

We are warned to make our election sure, that we are in that ‘number’.

I will not boast in anything, no gifts, no power, no wisdom. But I will boast in Jesus Christ, his death and resurrection.

For months we were for the most part under house arrest in most of the United States. Our Bill of Rights vanished right before our eyes with the exception of the second amendment. Or so we thought.

A couple in St. Louis had their weapons confiscated because they were brandishing them in front of a mob that threatened them. No, we can’t have any ability to protect ourselves from anyone because just seeing our gun might conjure up horrible thoughts of oppression from those in the mob.

I doubt there will be a “patriot” that stands against this assault on our freedom. We might put up a little fight in court but let’s face it, the government has unlimited money and better attorneys.

What this means is that somebody must sacrifice their life, property, their everything to stop this robbery. In other words, the civil war which is necessary to maintain liberty must be initiated by someone who won’t give up their protection from the mob which is sponsored by the state.

How easy was it for the state to tell churches they could not meet and in California that Christians couldn’t sing so as to prevent the dreaded, end-of-the-world virus from killing everyone on the planet.

Keep your gun. Don’t turn it in. Go to church without a mask. In fact, go everywhere without one. It’s time to refuse to be led by tyrannical fools.

“Never trust a person who isn’t having at least one crisis.” Adolf Hitler. People like me aren’t driven by the crisis of the day. I’m not panicked by government propaganda. I can’t be trusted. I’m not as easy to fool.

The final showdown is here between right and wrong We are going to war, not over “wrongs” of the present, but wrongs of the past. The left is warring against history. So they are very close to replacing our republic with a socialist state.

We’ve ignored the writing on the wall for too long. The left have desires on your property and even your very soul. Socialism, then communism, is their goal. My advice? Take the risk. You have everything to gain and nothing to lose.