Charles Spurgeon's Morning & Evening, September 28, 2014


"The Lord looketh from heaven; he beholdeth all the sons of men." Psalm 33:13

Perhaps no figure of speech represents God in a more gracious light than when he is spoken of as stooping from his throne, and coming down from heaven to attend to the wants and to behold the woes of mankind. We love him, who, when Sodom and Gomorrah were full of iniquity, would not destroy those cities until he had made a personal visitation of them. We cannot help pouring out our heart in affection for our Lord who inclines his ear from the highest glory, and puts it to the lip of the dying sinner, whose failing heart longs after reconciliation. How can we but love him when we know that he numbers the very hairs of our heads, marks our path, and orders our ways? Specially is this great truth brought near to our heart, when we recollect how attentive he is, not merely to the temporal interests of his creatures, but to their spiritual concerns. Though leagues of distance lie between the finite creature and the infinite Creator, yet there are links uniting both. When a tear is wept by thee, think not that God doth not behold; for, "Like as a father pitieth his children, so the Lord pitieth them that fear him." Thy sigh is able to move the heart of Jehovah; thy whisper can incline his ear unto thee; thy prayer can stay his hand; thy faith can move his arm. Think not that God sits on high taking no account of thee. Remember that however poor and needy thou art, yet the Lord thinketh upon thee. For the eyes of the Lord run to and fro throughout the whole earth, to show himself strong in the behalf of them whose heart is perfect towards him.

Oh! then repeat the truth that never tires;

No God is like the God my soul desires;

He at whose voice heaven trembles, even he,

Great as he is, knows how to stoop to me.


"Go again seven times." 1 Kings 18:43

Success is certain when the Lord has promised it. Although you may have pleaded month after month without evidence of answer, it is not possible that the Lord should be deaf when his people are earnest in a matter which concerns his glory. The prophet on the top of Carmel continued to wrestle with God, and never for a moment gave way to a fear that he should be non-suited in Jehovah's courts. Six times the servant returned, but on each occasion no word was spoken but "Go again." We must not dream of unbelief, but hold to our faith even to seventy times seven. Faith sends expectant hope to look from Carmel's brow, and if nothing is beheld, she sends again and again. So far from being crushed by repeated disappointment, faith is animated to plead more fervently with her God. She is humbled, but not abashed: her groans are deeper, and her sighings more vehement, but she never relaxes her hold or stays her hand. It would be more agreeable to flesh and blood to have a speedy answer, but believing souls have learned to be submissive, and to find it good to wait for as well as upon the Lord. Delayed answers often set the heart searching itself, and so lead to contrition and spiritual reformation: deadly blows are thus struck at our corruption, and the chambers of imagery are cleansed. The great danger is lest men should faint, and miss the blessing. Reader, do not fall into that sin, but continue in prayer and watching. At last the little cloud was seen, the sure forerunner of torrents of rain, and even so with you, the token for good shall surely be given, and you shall rise as a prevailing prince to enjoy the mercy you have sought. Elijah was a man of like passions with us: his power with God did not lie in his own merits. If his believing prayer availed so much, why not yours? Plead the precious blood with unceasing importunity, and it shall be with you according to your desire.

Brute' doesn't wish the Grizzly Flu even on Wall Street investors


Light Suckers

Volume 16, Issue 39

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The Creation of the World
In the beginning, God created the heavens and the earth. The earth was without form and void, and darkness was over the face of the deep. And the Spirit of God was hovering over the face of the waters.

And God said, “Let there be light,” and there was light. And God saw that the light was good. And God separated the light from the darkness. God called the light Day, and the darkness he called Night. And there was evening and there was morning, the first day.
Genesis 1:1-5

Life is too short to even begin to discuss the religion of atheistic evolution that believes if you construct a creation myth mathematical model that dates back a few billion years, where random events (chaos) will in someway create designs, eventually leading to life and the amazing universe, contrary to all natural scientific law; It’s a religion stupid!

Likewise if you are a conservative evangelical Christian that believes the calculations made by Bishop Usher in his office truly determined, henceforth and forevermore, creation happened on some fall Sunday afternoon in 4004 BC, you suffer from the same delusional faith in the power of human deduction through mathematics.

Actually those Orthodox Jews have there own date that bears little resemblance to Usher’s, or many other dates created by Christians over the years. A thousand years really makes little difference when this Creation story seems to be a very complex design to obscure the actual created dates from idol makers and their desire to profit from such religious enterprise, in stature or financially.

There are two types of people in this world; those who try their best to make the best decision with the obstacles life puts in their path and move on. If those decisions work out, that is a good thing, if it seems that the decision, while it seemed good going in, turned out in rapid hindsight to have exacerbated the problem. They still carry on. From day to day, sometimes they seem to light up the room, some days not so much, but as a general rule they take continual positive steps to improve their lives and the lives of others. Through God’s common graces, these “children of light” are the most populous sector of humans on earth.

I was going to say “ on the other end of the population spectrum,” but realized they are a truly unique human subspecies. These folks are the “Light Suckers.” Using a more explicit term these people are elitists existing individually or in groups and institutions, which are designed not as what we might call today as “open source” but rather in closed communities that attempt to bring about there agendas by whatever means required.


Slip Sliding Away

Volume 16, Issue 38

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Slip sliding away, slip sliding away
You know the nearer your destination, the more you slip sliding away

Whoah God only knows, God makes his plan
The information's unavailable to the mortal man
We're workin' our jobs, collect our pay
Believe we're gliding down the highway, when in fact we're slip sliding away

Slip sliding away, slip sliding away
You know the nearer your destination, the more you slip sliding away
Paul Simon 1977

When you look historically at 1977 it really wasn’t a bad year, or a good year, but a couple of years down the road, we could clearly see that the minstrel prophet had pretty much nailed the year when things began slip, sliding away. Some gremlin called stagflation was raising its head, hence Paul Volcker’s predicessor at the Federal Reserve, G. William Miller only lasted 16 months (March 8, 1978 – August 6,1979).

It was about that time in Seattle the housing prices began to skyrocket. The so-called Boeing Bust was over. We found a bungalow in the Wallingford district of Seattle and made on offer and it was accepted before the house actually came on the market. At that time, I assume before the Community Investment Act of 1977, you could only use one income to qualify for a loan, which my job as a young Boeing Engineer just made the threshold. Things got rather dicey when at closing we were told that we had to pay for all the oil in the 675-gallon oil tank, which supplied the oil furnace. Back then being asked to unexpectedly come up with almost $900 was not spare change you had lying around.

The point being, when we sold the house just before the Reagan election the price had more than doubled. The only upgrade we did was to install a new 200 Amp electrical service entrance; lest I forget 2 incomes could then qualify for a home loan.

A little Internet research doesn’t take long to find some rather well done articles about how the United States has been slip sliding away since the late 1970s, especially when the focus is on American politicians love affair of getting people into owner occupied dwellings. Housing prices upward forever, well at least about 30 years.

The real difference between the past slip sliding away, is in the past there always seemed to be generally only one greased slope instigator. In September 2014 there seems to be too many to count, and a few of those could basically end life in the United States in the form American’s have come to expect.

Last Wednesday night I had a meeting in Spokane, and by the time I got home, I really wasn’t interested in what the President’s speech on ISIS-ISIL might have contained. The next morning when I read some of the analyses of his proposals, I got out a ladder, climbed to the top of the roof and screamed at the top of my lungs, “You’ve got to be kidding.” Barack Obama was about as seriously focused as he has ever been in his presidency, yet this can quickly slip and slide into a quagmire where options really no longer exist.


Charles Spurgeon's Morning & Evening, September 14, 2014


"There were also with him other little ships."
Mark 4:36

Jesus was the Lord High Admiral of the sea that night, and his presence preserved the whole convoy. It is well to sail with Jesus, even though it be in a little ship. When we sail in Christ's company, we may not make sure of fair weather, for great storms may toss the vessel which carries the Lord himself, and we must not expect to find the sea less boisterous around our little boat. If we go with Jesus we must be content to fare as he fares; and when the waves are rough to him, they will be rough to us. It is by tempest and tossing that we shall come to land, as he did before us.

When the storm swept over Galilee's dark lake all faces gathered blackness, and all hearts dreaded shipwreck. When all creature help was useless, the slumbering Saviour arose, and with a word, transformed the riot of the tempest into the deep quiet of a calm; then were the little vessels at rest as well as that which carried the Lord. Jesus is the star of the sea; and though there be sorrow upon the sea, when Jesus is on it there is joy too. May our hearts make Jesus their anchor, their rudder, their lighthouse, their life-boat, and their harbour. His Church is the Admiral's flagship, let us attend her movements, and cheer her officers with our presence. He himself is the great attraction; let us follow ever in his wake, mark his signals, steer by his chart, and never fear while he is within hail. Not one ship in the convoy shall suffer wreck; the great Commodore will steer every barque in safety to the desired haven. By faith we will slip our cable for another day's cruise, and sail forth with Jesus into a sea of tribulation. Winds and waves will not spare us, but they all obey him; and, therefore, whatever squalls may occur without, faith shall feel a blessed calm within. He is ever in the centre of the weather-beaten company: let us rejoice in him. His vessel has reached the haven, and so shall ours.


"I acknowledged my sin unto thee, and mine iniquity have I not hid. I said, I will confess my transgressions unto the Lord; and thou forgavest the iniquity of my sin." Psalm 32:5

David's grief for sin was bitter. Its effects were visible upon his outward frame: "his bones waxed old"; "his moisture was turned into the drought of summer." No remedy could he find, until he made a full confession before the throne of the heavenly grace. He tells us that for a time he kept silence, and his heart became more and more filled with grief: like a mountain tarn whose outlet is blocked up, his soul was swollen with torrents of sorrow. He fashioned excuses; he endeavoured to divert his thoughts, but it was all to no purpose; like a festering sore his anguish gathered, and as he would not use the lancet of confession, his spirit was full of torment, and knew no rest. At last it came to this, that he must return unto his God in humble penitence, or die outright; so he hastened to the mercy-seat, and there unrolled the volume of his iniquities before the all-seeing One, acknowledging all the evil of his ways in language such as you read in the fifty-first and other penitential Psalms. Having done this, a work so simple and yet so difficult to pride, he received at once the token of divine forgiveness; the bones which had been broken were made to rejoice, and he came forth from his closet to sing the blessedness of the man whose transgression is forgiven. See the value of a grace-wrought confession of sin! It is to be prized above all price, for in every case where there is a genuine, gracious confession, mercy is freely given, not because the repentance and confession deserve mercy, but for Christ's sake. Blessed be God, there is always healing for the broken heart; the fountain is ever flowing to cleanse us from our sins. Truly, O Lord, thou art a God "ready to pardon!" Therefore will we acknowledge our iniquities.

Brute' reflects on why so many high falutin humans are really disgusting!


Rejuvenating Invention

Volume 16, Issue 37

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First Law: If a body is at rest it remains at rest or if it is in motion it moves with uniform velocity until it is acted on by a resultant force.
Second Law: Force is equal to mass multiplied by acceleration.
Third Law: For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction.

Newton’s Laws of Motion, in simple form

I had heard that Chuck Todd, the new anchor of NBC’s “
Meet the Press” had conducted a decently in depth interview with Barack Obama. It seems this new kid running one of the Sunday news shows did agitate the president somewhat, but as with all politicians operating in these environments. answers quickly morphed into stump-talking points. This was particularly true when it came to Obama’s hope for the 2014 midterm election. Obama quickly presented a moderately long list of what he believed that government could do for the people and absolutely nothing else.

Now if you read last week’s
Spring of Liberty, where we asserted that our federal government had usurped God as the head of the American universe, Obama’s remarks channeled 100 years of American Progressivism almost perfectly. Furthermore Obama’s comments probably were not all that different than many church attendees heard at their Sunday services. The only “minor” distinction was Obama was talking about the Federal Government as god, and at least some of the preachers were talking about God as God.

A follow-up question about what would happen should Republicans actually regain control of the Senate, Obama really seemed to have no idea what the Republicans would offer as his alternatives. In that regard the president speaks for the vast majority of everyone, except the indocrintated GOP.

So what does this have to do with the three natural laws of physics postulated by Sir Isaac Newton (1642 – 1726)?

I will use Newton’s Third Law to help us show neglecting it created most of the mess we Americans find ourselves today, and by extension the rest of the world. Looking at even the simplified versions of all three laws, it seems that none of them have any relationship to the balderdash of what we are achieving in trying to construct a new world order based on human divinity. I also found out that Newton’s Third Law is also the “Law of Karma.” Ooh, hum, what goes around comes around.


Charles Spurgeon's Morning & Evening, September 7, 2014


"And when they could not come nigh unto him for the press, they uncovered the roof where he was: and when they had broken it up, they let down the bed wherein the sick of the palsy lay." Mark 2:4

Faith is full of inventions. The house was full, a crowd blocked up the door, but faith found a way of getting at the Lord and placing the palsied man before him. If we cannot get sinners where Jesus is by ordinary methods we must use extraordinary ones. It seems, according to Luke 5:19, that a tiling had to be removed, which would make dust and cause a measure of danger to those below, but where the case is very urgent we must not mind running some risks and shocking some proprieties. Jesus was there to heal, and therefore fall what might, faith ventured all so that her poor paralysed charge might have his sins forgiven. O that we had more daring faith among us! Cannot we, dear reader, seek it this morning for ourselves and for our fellow-workers, and will we not try today to perform some gallant act for the love of souls and the glory of the Lord.
The world is constantly inventing; genius serves all the purposes of human desire: cannot faith invent too, and reach by some new means the outcasts who lie perishing around us? It was the presence of Jesus which excited victorious courage in the four bearers of the palsied man: is not the Lord among us now? Have we seen his face for ourselves this morning? Have we felt his healing power in our own souls? If so, then through door, through window, or through roof, let us, breaking through all impediments, labour to bring poor souls to Jesus. All means are good and decorous when faith and love are truly set on winning souls. If hunger for bread can break through stone walls, surely hunger for souls is not to be hindered in its efforts. O Lord, make us quick to suggest methods of reaching thy poor sin-sick ones, and bold to carry them out at all hazards.


"There is sorrow on the sea; it cannot be quiet." Jeremiah 49:23

Little know we what sorrow may be upon the sea at this moment. We are safe in our quiet chamber, but far away on the salt sea the hurricane may be cruelly seeking for the lives of men. Hear how the death fiends howl among the cordage; how every timber starts as the waves beat like battering rams upon the vessel! God help you, poor drenched and wearied ones! My prayer goes up to the great Lord of sea and land, that he will make the storm a calm, and bring you to your desired haven! Nor ought I to offer prayer alone, I should try to benefit those hardy men who risk their lives so constantly. Have I ever done anything for them? What can I do? How often does the boisterous sea swallow up the mariner! Thousands of corpses lie where pearls lie deep. There is death-sorrow on the sea, which is echoed in the long wail of widows and orphans. The salt of the sea is in many eyes of mothers and wives. Remorseless billows, ye have devoured the love of women, and the stay of households. What a resurrection shall there be from the caverns of the deep when the sea gives up her dead! Till then there will be sorrow on the sea. As if in sympathy with the woes of earth, the sea is forever fretting along a thousand shores, wailing with a sorrowful cry like her own birds, booming with a hollow crash of unrest, raving with uproarious discontent, chafing with hoarse wrath, or jangling with the voices of ten thousand murmuring pebbles. The roar of the sea may be joyous to a rejoicing spirit, but to the son of sorrow the wide, wide ocean is even more forlorn than the wide, wide world. This is not our rest, and the restless billows tell us so. There is a land where there is no more sea--our faces are steadfastly set towards it; we are going to the place of which the Lord hath spoken. Till then, we cast our sorrows on the Lord who trod the sea of old, and who maketh a way for his people through the depths thereof.

Brute' is very concerned about the future of the human developed world.


The Spring of Liberty

Volume 16, Issue 36

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Question with boldness even the existence of a Government; because, if there (must) be one, it must more approve of the homage of reason, than that of blindfolded fear.
Thomas Jefferson paraphrase

For a huge minority of the American populace, Monday’s Labor Day celebration could be best describes in terms of “Life Sucks!” Probably the difference between Monday’s Labor Day and memorials during the Great Depression was you could exchange today’s term “huge minority” for a then “huge majority.” Sometime in the long forgotten past, Labor Day was celebrated in the context of when workers could expect a somewhat secure living wage from one (1) job, which was closely linked with a hope when you reached your “retirement” years, you could live modestly above the poverty level.

There was a link on The Drudge Report early last week that stated something to the effect that the 40-hour workweek was just a long forgotten dream. I didn’t bother to follow, because if there are any concepts that are more politically charged than any other in the USA they are jobs and work. In reality Americans work more than any other nation and that 40, 50, 60 hours is really just divided on status and revenue rather than the concept of “work” itself. The poor may need 2, 3, or 4 jobs of total labor quantity to get by. On the upper end of the economic scale it might be just one (1) job (profession) but the physical and emotional demands expected are in many cases as bad or worse than fostered on the working poor.

Let’s face it, the universal constant among the residents of the United States of America on Labor Day 2014, means you are required to be essentially a “work-a-holic.”

The American Dream and it is now a dream, is all about “work!” In the olden days it was “work hard” and you will be rewarded. With the Baby Boomers and beyond it was, “Work smart, not hard (and you will be rewarded). The American universal law is basically you either “work” or you starve. That has somewhat changed over the years, but in essence, social programs only foster state dependence in exchange for the dole, where the dole means you really can’t afford to “work.”

No other country in the history of mankind has done a better job of brainwashing its subjects in the “virtues” and necessities of work than the USA. While I am at it, with really nothing but diddlysquat in return.