ReformedWretch
Puritan Board Doctor
I mean what I say here, I hate it with a deep, deep passion that literally burns within me. I know that I need to use this hatred to drive me to prayer, and may it do so, but right now I am just ticked off. I am literally sick to my stomach watching this ecumenical bunk passed off as truth to all of those with itching ears desperate to hear anything that will confirm their non-surrender to Jesus Christ as acceptable. I want to literally fight all who share this watered down "œlove is tolerance" garbage to anyone, but especially to anyone that I love. I want to run the streets of my town to prepare for a "œRocky" kind of battle against the over-hyped foe who thinks he has the battle won because the masses are in his corner.
The enemy struts and poses, flexes, jukes and jives for the camera´s every single day promising to be the champion everyone has been looking for. He struts around with his head held high going so far as to even suggest that the Lord blesses him and the utter nonsense he spews. While embracing sin and deceit in the name of peace and comfort he dares claim that the Lord accepts him and his, and you too, if you only follow him into your destruction that he has cleverly presented as a sweet smelling flower. This promise is assured by pointing out to all who will listen the many relationships he has that can prove his success and trustworthiness.
Only the silly little challenger believes that self-sacrifice and dying to yourself daily is the way to success! Only that weak little fool thinks that his old ways can possibly triumph over the new and improved ways of tolerating sin by calling it peaceful, embracing debauchery by refusing to judge, and uplifting heresy in the name of tolerance and making friends.
Well let me tell you something you puppet of the devil. I am sick to death of you and cannot stand the sight of you for one second more. Clothed in the armor of the Lord I stand ready against you to expose you as the lying fool you are. I may have to take a few licks to get in a shot or two of truth, I may loose some that I hold dear, and I may even feel like throwing in the towel from time to time, but I will fight on. I will see many rescued from your foul snare set before them, because all whom the Lord calls shall answer! The elect will see you for who you are and turn to even run from you and I will be there pointing the way for them in which to flee. And I dare you, yes, I said I dare you, to stand in their way.
I am sick to death of this champion and Lord willing, I shall be used in his exposure and utter defeat.
Amen!
The enemy struts and poses, flexes, jukes and jives for the camera´s every single day promising to be the champion everyone has been looking for. He struts around with his head held high going so far as to even suggest that the Lord blesses him and the utter nonsense he spews. While embracing sin and deceit in the name of peace and comfort he dares claim that the Lord accepts him and his, and you too, if you only follow him into your destruction that he has cleverly presented as a sweet smelling flower. This promise is assured by pointing out to all who will listen the many relationships he has that can prove his success and trustworthiness.
Only the silly little challenger believes that self-sacrifice and dying to yourself daily is the way to success! Only that weak little fool thinks that his old ways can possibly triumph over the new and improved ways of tolerating sin by calling it peaceful, embracing debauchery by refusing to judge, and uplifting heresy in the name of tolerance and making friends.
Well let me tell you something you puppet of the devil. I am sick to death of you and cannot stand the sight of you for one second more. Clothed in the armor of the Lord I stand ready against you to expose you as the lying fool you are. I may have to take a few licks to get in a shot or two of truth, I may loose some that I hold dear, and I may even feel like throwing in the towel from time to time, but I will fight on. I will see many rescued from your foul snare set before them, because all whom the Lord calls shall answer! The elect will see you for who you are and turn to even run from you and I will be there pointing the way for them in which to flee. And I dare you, yes, I said I dare you, to stand in their way.
I am sick to death of this champion and Lord willing, I shall be used in his exposure and utter defeat.
Amen!