Crossing Lines

Of all the things that have been happening stateside the past few days, the most heartbreaking of all has been the silence of the church. Not only has the church been wholly silent save for a few voices here and there that couldn’t help but make their objection known, but some hip, cool, and socially edgy pastors even saw fit to join parades and apologize for the stick-in-the-mud Christians who still cling to the notion of anything being sin or sinful.

In private e-mails with certain people I’ve been getting the ‘all sin is equal and we shouldn’t focus on homosexuality’ line, but since this is the ‘gotcha’ question of our day you can’t help but focus on it.

Nobody is asking preachers on television what their opinion is on lying, cheating, or bearing false witness, but the first question out of the gate is always, ‘what do you think about homosexual marriage?’

The conversation has moved beyond the act of homosexuality and the fact that God calls it sin, into the land of whether or not homosexual marriage is something to oppose, or embrace wholeheartedly in our suicide run toward judgment.

As a nation we’ve crossed another line, and as far as I am concerned it was an inevitability as long as the church continued its slumber, which it has. The only sound being heard from most churches are snores and the occasional belch after pizza night, with prayer, supplication, brokenness and repentance having been long abandoned for things that are easier on the knees, and more than just a handful of old fuddy-duddies could enjoy.

Our only mission is to grow our mission without a second’s thought as to the quality of members we are growing our missions with. We have talked ourselves into believing that the impressive size of our congregations proves that God is with us and that His stamp of approval shines bright upon our compromise and heresy, refusing to take into account that a tree is known by its fruit and right now our fruit is poisoned. Our fruit is killing innocent souls. Our fruit is strengthening the hand of the wicked and causing the hearts of the righteous to be grieved.

Dare we still beat our breast and say God is with us? Dare we still stand proud and say God bless our nation? Dare we still assume His protection or favor after all we have done to shun Him and His precepts as a nation? If we do then we are delusional, and yes I know that many a soul live their delusion every day, believing wholeheartedly that God cares not for what you do, what you say, how you live, what you practice, as long as you raised a hand in some sort of edifice calling itself a church at some point in your life.

As a nation we have crossed a line and there is no going back. As a nation we have made our position crystal clear Very soon God will, in no uncertain terms, make very clear what He thinks of the decision we’ve made.

For those who look at the situation and think to themselves ‘at least it’s over’ let me be the fly in your ointment and say it’s not over by a longshot. In order to know when this will be over you must first understand the intent with which this entire drama unfolded, and it wasn’t so two men who sodomize each other on a regular basis could have a marriage license. The intent, the endgame, the big picture is the utter destruction of the family unit, a complete rejection of morality, and a wholesale doing away with anyone still clinging to Biblical precepts and principles.

I’ve been telling you persecution was coming for the better part of six years, and now we have but little time left to prepare our hearts if we haven’t done so already.

With love in Christ,
Michael Boldea Jr.

The Future In Hindsight

Before Romania was a democratic country it was a communist country, and before it was a communist country it was a monarchy. With each transition certain things took place that shaped the nation for the next fifty years, and most often not for the better. One need not be a student of history to see certain key events play out and draw certain conclusions based on said events.

One of the first things the communists did when they came to power was strip the rich of their wealth, imprison every voice of dissent, and appoint little more than troglodytes to positions of power.

Nothing is more dangerous than an imbecile with power, and all that was required of them was to remember who gave them said power, and obey whenever called upon to act.

And so, people who had worked their entire lives to build something for themselves were kicked out of their homes, and their homes were given to others who never had either the desire or wherewithal to succeed in life, all in the name of equality.

A strange thing happened when these homes were given away to those who had neither worked to build them or upkeep them. Within a matter of years these homes were nothing more than hollow shells, raped of their beauty and their once stunning presence, because those who had been given stewardship of them did nothing to maintain them and treated them as one would something they didn’t have to work for.

Even here, in Botosani, a relatively small and poor city, there are the husks of once breathtaking homes, and one need only close their eyes and imagine what they were like at their peak to be both speechless and broken of heart.

What all those foaming at the mouth and screaming about equality, and taking it all away from the rich to give to the poor don’t understand is that equality has always been and will always be a fantasy. No matter the government, no matter the system, no matter the restrictions, there will always be those who will outwork, outthink, and outhustle the vast majority, and make a better life for themselves and their families.

Give a man who didn’t have to work for it a mansion, and within a hare’s breath it will be turned into a dung heap, because what you didn’t work for you don’t respect, and what you don’t respect you don’t strive to maintain.

I am poor by choice. I’ve made money in the past, I know how to make money in the present, but money does not appeal to me, nor do material possessions. Wealth and the message I preach are irreconcilable and forever destined to be apart, and that bothers me not an iota. I choose to see my daughter grow up rather than spend my time and energy amassing possessions. Those experiences are more valuable to me than a new car or a big home. That said, this is a personal choice, and as such I cannot ask someone who has chosen to pursue wealth to give what he has amassed to me because I chose not to pursue the selfsame wealth.

I write this article today because given that another election is around the corner, our beloved politicians will once again be beating the inequality drum at a fevered pitch, not bothering to include themselves among the evil rich, but though they are multi-millionaires in their own right somehow consider themselves removed from said title.

When you fuel the fire and fan the flame of such a mentality, when you make a mass of individuals believe they are entitled to something they didn’t work, sweat, bleed, and sacrifice for, it becomes impossible to put the genie back in the bottle and have things be as they once were.

The utter desperation to win elections have made people nearsighted, and as yet they do not see the reality that once you let this particular dog off the leash it will not stop until it has devoured everything in its path.

If you want to see the end result of what this mentality produces you need look no further than former communist bloc countries where the entrepreneurs, the visionaries, the educated, and the hard working were stripped of their possessions only to watch them be squandered by the mobs who were told that they deserved what others had worked for simply because it was more fair this way.

With love in Christ,
Michael Boldea Jr.