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My youngest daughter can play with an empty gallon jug of
water for hours. She’ll push it across the floor pretending it’s a train, she’ll
bang it on the floor pretending it’s a drum, she’ll take the top off and try to
peek in to see if there’s any water left, she’ll try to throw it up in the air
to see what sound it makes when it comes crashing back to earth, and every time
she gets her hands on an empty jug, she’s in her own little world.
Yesterday, while her mother was running some errands, I
brought her into my office and let her play on the floor. I watched her out of
the corner of my eye as she played with such complete contentment plastered on
her face, that I understood what true contentment really was.
True contentment is not simply saying that we are content
when in point of fact we are wrestling with issues in our hearts. It is not
plastering a smile and nodding along to positive affirmations while we are racking
our brains endlessly trying to figure out the pieces to a puzzle so complex its
very scope escapes our understanding.
The Word tells us that godliness with contentment is great
gain. The two must be coupled, intertwined, and matured as one in order for
optimal gain to occur. While many of us strive for godliness, the number of
those who strive for contentment is frightfully small.
No matter how much we pursue godliness, many of us are still
ill at ease, trying to figure out the mysteries that will not be revealed until
seals are broken, and that which was kept in the shadows will be brought to the
Contentment is a priceless virtue, especially in times such
as these wherein it’s easy to let one’s mind wander, and attempt to make
connections that are tenuous at best.
Be content in godliness. Be singularly focused on godliness,
and allow it to nourish your spiritual man to the point that you will not
inquire as to what will be tomorrow, but rejoice in the fulfillment of
contentment for all that God is to you today.
It’s easy to get caught in the trap of the next thing, the
next message, the next warning, the next prophecy, and we become so addicted to
what’s next that we lose our peace in the present. God is as in control over
tomorrow as He was over yesterday and as He is over today. We pursue godliness because
we want to deepen the bond of fellowship with Him, not because we may get some
insider information on what will occur in the future.
Yes, I believe in the prophetic, I believe in dreams, in
visions, in revelation and in God speaking through certain vessels regarding what
is to come, but what I do not believe in is chasing after revelation rather
than after Christ.
It is not prophecy with contentment that is great gain, nor
is it visions with contentment, or dreams with contentment for that matter. It
is godliness with contentment that is great gain, and it is the principle thing
we must focus on.
Build up contentment in your heart to the point that it is
not a forced mimicking of it for the sake of those watching, but something
pure, and true and honest, something sincere that is as evident in you, as is
my daughter’s contentment each time she gets her hand son an empty gallon jug.
With love in Christ,
Michael Boldea Jr.
I woke up with a message in my inbox this morning informing
me that just because I’d mentioned Christmas in some interview or another, I
was now on a one way, non-refundable trip to the bowels of Hades itself, wherein
I would be the enemy’s footstool for millennia on end.
That was it! My fate was sealed, I was doomed, and I would
evermore suffer the torments of hell itself because I dared to utter the word
Christmas, and even intimated that people should have a merry one. How dare I?
How dare I wish people a Merry Christmas?
Just for the sake of context, I said nothing about Santa,
Christmas trees, presents, egg nog, reindeer, yule logs, stockings, or other
such accoutrement usually associated with Christmas by those who fail to grasp
that it’s about the birth of Christ, and nothing else.
I actually went back and listened to what I said, and all I
said was that it was a good time of year to be more introspective, and meditate
upon what the birth of Christ meant for mankind, as well as it being a good
opportunity to share Christ with those who as yet to do not know Him.
I was going to let this go, as is the case with most of the
negative correspondence I get from individuals who have taken to being one-man
outrage armies, but this caught me on a bad day, so here we go:
If you’re myopic enough not to see that sentencing people to
hell for celebrating the birth of Christ, even if He wasn’t really born on
December 25th, is a bit rash if not outright nutty, then you are
likely doing more harm to the body of Christ than any atheist who mocks and
insists that there is no God.
If you’re myopic enough not to see the forest for the trees
and refuse to acknowledge that you are attempting to dishearten the hearts of
the righteous by your insistence that if they don’t get in line behind you and
say as you say they are somehow disqualified from the Kingdom, then there is
evil in your heart that needs to be repented of.
If you’re myopic enough not to see that self-sensor regarding
speaking the name of Christ, and sparking a conversation regarding His sovereignty
no matter the context is counterproductive to the mandate of sharing Jesus with
one and all, then you are helping in the decline of Christianity in the western
Churches are closing down by the thousands, atheists, witches,
warlocks and all manner of evil are seeing a swelling of their ranks, but yes,
the hill we should all be willing to die on is sending anyone who would utter
the words ‘Merry Christmas’ to hell. Good job! Well done! No wonder the church
is in the shape it’s in.
Oh, and by the way, Merry Christmas!
Those who are even halfway awake are aware of the battle that
is raging. It is a war that is being waged on multiple fronts, but
unsurprisingly, for the same common goal and purpose. What’s worse, is that
even many so-called Christians, who would betray Christ Himself in order to be
liked by the world, are lending their voices in support of the minions of
darkness, not understanding the reason behind the reason certain things are
being shoved down the throats of an unsuspecting and oftentimes unwelcoming
Whether it’s this seemingly out of nowhere push to embrace
transgenderism even in children as young as five, to the rejection of gender
being a binary absolute, to the dismantling of the family, to the forced abdication
of authority by men as the heads of their homes, one common purpose binds them
all, and that purpose is the undermining of God’s sovereignty, authority, and
If you believe that the reason sixty-seven genders are being
pushed as the new normal simply because we want to be inclusive of every
mentally deranged person out there, I’ve got some stunning beachfront to sell
you in Arizona that is woefully under-priced.
When people are losing their jobs, their livelihood, their
reputations, and their ability to support their families because they object to
the idea of watching a girl take a shower in the boy’s locker room simply
because she feels like a boy, it’s no longer about being tolerant and
inclusionary, it’s about submitting to the new normal, or being crushed
underfoot. Their desire is not to coexist as a minority, but to lord over the
majority, employing fear and intimidation as the ever present sword of Damocles,
ready to swing at the merest whisper of dissent.
And underneath it all, when you peel back the layers of this
rotten onion, it’s not about tolerance, it’s not about acceptance, it’s not about
embracing people who are different, it’s about spitting in God’s eye, and
insisting that by sheer force of human will alone we can make God out to be a
“God created man and woman? Really? What about the 65 other
genders? Where did they come from?”
“Man is fearfully and wonderfully made? Really? What about
those who are born with male parts but feel like women?”
“Family is optimal for civilization? Are you saying that all
those single mothers are less than optimal?”
“Fathers need to be the head of their household? What are
you, some closet supporter of the patriarchy?”
And so it goes, straw man after straw man, all intended to
chip away at the God of the Bible, and His sovereignty. Make no mistake, this
is the endgame. This is the reason behind the reason we are seeing this descent
into insanity in our culture, and if the church does not begin to do what it
has been tasked with doing all along, which is be an anchor firmly planted in
sanity, this madness will only grow, escalate, and metastasize.
You have an eleven-year-old boy, dressed in drag, dancing on
stage in a gay bar, and rather than condemn the parents, rather than condemn
all those pedophilic perverts who threw money at a boy dressed as a girl who
wasn’t even a teenager yet, it is being praised as trailblazing, progressive, the
height of tolerance and virtue.
And where’s the church? Silent as always!
Oh, I’m sure we’ll find some so-called pastor wearing skinny
jeans and horn rimmed glasses encouraging us to be tolerant and embracing of
such madness, or defending the child’s right to self-expression even though he
is far too young to understand the context of what he participated in, or that
he had been sexualized by perverted hedonists.
The voices of sanity, however, seem to have gone away, busy
doing other things, or voluntarily grown quiet for fear of being targeted by
the outrage mob, and being called a hater or some sort of phobe. Understand
that this is their go to when they have no rational argument supporting the
insanity they’ve embraced. They lash out mercilessly, trying to make an example
of anyone who would stand against the tide, hoping that the vast majority of
decent, rational folks will learn their lesson and keep their mouths shut.
If the progression of what we are seeing is not troubling to
you, then you should check your pulse; You may just be dead!
The rubber band keeps getting stretched, and increasingly
vile and aberrant practices are being championed and embraced. We are literally
flirting with the idea of normalizing and mainstreaming pedophilia, and still
the church says nothing.
How will we stand before a sovereign God with any reasonable
expectation of hearing well done thou good and faithful servant? That is the
question many churches ought to be wrestling with today.
With love in Christ,
Michael Boldea Jr.
Throughout history there has always been something or someone
that came seemingly out of nowhere, to disrupt the status quo. When it was an
individual it was like a starburst in pitch black night, blinding,
otherworldly, unavoidable. When it was a movement, an invention, or a new technology,
those who are first to see them for what they are get on board, and those who
do not are left scratching their heads and bemoaning their decisions as they
watch what they thought was stable, secure, and indestructible turn to rubble
before their very eyes.
Either way, those who do not live with the expectation of the
disruptive constant always seem to get blindsided, and those who do, always
seem to be nimble enough to see it coming, and react early enough wherein they
are not negatively affected.
A wise man lives with the expectation of change, and hedges
against it. A fool goes along with the ebb and flow of the tide, never finding
himself on sure footing, never truly being at peace, because he is always
living in an environment of uncertainty.
It used to be that disruptive change occurred once every
century or so. Buggy whip makers had a hard go of it when Henry Ford unveiled
his assembly line for automobiles, but there was nothing that came along five
years later that upended the automobile industry.
Nowadays, it seems disruptive change is occurring at the
speed of sound, and everywhere you turn, something is being upended and turned
inside out. Whether it’s politics, the way people shop, the way people travel,
the way people date, or the way people interact, it has all been upended, and
just when you think you’ve found your footing, it gets put through the blender
once more, and is revamped anew.
Because of the ever present disruption, change, uncertainty
and volatility, more and more people are looking for something stable, constant,
and unchanging. They are looking to invest their time, their energy, their
heart, and their life in something of permanence, that will not be turned on its
ear in a matter of months, and be altogether worthless within a few years’ time.
There is permanence in Christ. By His own word He is
unchanging, and in Him there is no shadow of turning. There is no disruptive
force, nor individual that can cause God to alter His plans against His will,
and knowing this, we know that He will always be stable, a constant, the true
north for the human soul.
And yet, somehow, rather than optimize our message to
showcase the permanence of our God, we are trying to follow in the world’s
footsteps, attempting to find new ways to rebrand, repackage, and remake the
eternal God of all that is. We have concluded, and erroneously so, that if
everything in the world is in a disruptive pattern, God must be as well if we
hope to reconnect Him with mankind.
God will not be remade in man’s image, no matter how much the
soothsayers might want it so. God will not acquiesce to calling sin something
other than what it is because political correctness demands it. God will not be
manipulated, cajoled, worn down, or otherwise deterred from keeping His promises,
and judging righteously among all nations.
With love in Christ,
Michael Boldea Jr.
It was bound to happen. It was only a matter of time and everyone
knew it. Some were holding their breaths waiting for the inevitable, while
others steeled themselves, hoping they wouldn’t be the ones on the receiving
end. It’s not selfish. It’s just pragmatic. I would rather something happen
somewhere else, far from my family and loved ones, than to my family and loved
ones, and I think that’s a shared sentiment the world over no matter how selfless
one might consider themselves to be.
Those who thought the last time was the last time were proven
wrong, and those who hoped against hope that it wouldn’t happen again, had their
hopes shattered by the sharp edges of reality. As I said, we all knew it. We
all knew that a white Christian male was, at some point, going to walk into
another public place where there were sure to be innocent women and children, and
yelling “Merry Christmas” at the top of his lungs mercilessly open fire on
Oh wait! That has happened a total of never! Never once has a
Christian, white male or otherwise, walked into a crowded market and opened fire
on people who wanted to do nothing more than buy some overpriced trinkets, and perhaps
take a picture with a giant turkey leg. The absurdity of it all is that the
only unknown factors were the where and the when, never whether or not another
of these tragedies would once more play out on the world stage, or what the
general profile of the individual who would carry it out would likely end up
being. Spoiler alert: It was not a white Christian male!
In case you haven’t heard, the latest place to witness
firsthand the viciousness of the acolytes of the world’s most peaceful religion
was Strasbourg France. It was at a Christmas market, and a couple dozen
thunderclaps later, three people will never see another sunrise, and a dozen or
so will never forget that particular day for as long as they live.
We are told by propagandists masquerading as journalists that
the most dangerous demographic currently inhabiting planet earth is white
Christian men, but for the life of me I can’t find the data to back up this
assertion no matter how hard I try.
Don’t get me wrong. Data exists as to the demographic responsible
for the overwhelming percentage of terrorist attacks in our modern era, but it’s
not white Christian men. Numbers don’t lie, and facts are stubborn things no
matter how many talking heads want to pretend otherwise.
This particular ambassador of the religion of peace was
radicalized in prison, something he was accustomed to even at the relatively
young age of 29. He walked into a Christmas market intent on taking lives in
the name of Allah, yelling ‘Allahu Akbar’ before opening fire. This is the
reality of this tragedy, no matter how much some might try to whitewash,
obfuscate, or otherwise ignore certain key facts.
Personally, I’m waiting for the first shark jumper in the
media to insinuate that these men who are shooting up Christmas markets and
running over people with their cars are actually Christians pretending to be
Muslims in order to give Islam a bad name. Think that’s a little far fetched? Just
you wait! Nobody believed people would get ostracized for insisting that gender
is binary either, but here we are, and fully grown adults with what appears to
be fully formed and functioning brains, are trying to convince other fully
grown adults with fully formed and functioning brains that rather than two
genders there are now 63.
This is what godlessness has wrought. Young men radicalized
into taking the lives of people they’ve never even met for no other reason than
to glorify a dead god, men stripped of reason regurgitating absurdity until
they start to believe it as truth, disillusionment with everything, and an
inability to relish and appreciate the simple things in life. Throw in an ever
increasing suicide rate among every age demographic, and this supposed utopia
we’re all racing toward seems like nothing less than hell itself.
With love in Christ,
Michael Boldea Jr.
If ever there was a nation of people more docile and all-embracing
of the idea of globalism than the French, I have yet to come across it. It
mattered not what the latest lunacy that came frothing from the mouths of
self-titled experts was, the French lapped it up and begged for seconds.
Outlaw plastic, carbon, cars, planes, and toilet paper? Sure,
of course, makes sense. Sign us up. We’ll even throw in cow flatulence and
outdoor grills for good measure. And so the globalist agenda proceeded
unchecked, unopposed, and largely praised by a populace that has been
propagandized and culled to the point of perfectly mimicking a lobotomized
individual who can do little more than drool on themselves and wait for their
next government check to come in the mail.
Then something happened. It was unexpected, and caught the
entire global elite by surprise. It was not something they foresaw, it is not
something they planned for, and it is not something they ever imagined would
occur in France of all places.
So great was the strain on the backs of the lobotomized masses,
that something snapped. It was the proverbial straw added to the back of the
proverbial camel, and all the pent up rage, anxiety, anger, disappointment and
fear poured forth like a rush of water breaking a dam.
The straw could have been anything, but it just so happened to
be a gas tax. This was it! The last insult, the last governmental leech to
bleed the host just a little, because there is a fine balance between taxing
the masses just enough to keep them clocking in to work and being good little
automatons, and taking one cent more than they are willing to fork over because
they’ve realized there’s more of their hard earned money going to government
than to their own families.
And so the lowly masses raged, and their wrath would not be
satiated by the scrapping of the new tax, nor by the call for holiday bonuses
by employers who could afford it.
Unfortunately, because they had for so long allowed
incompetent, mentally deficient individuals to pass laws and dictate policies,
when it came time to take to the streets, rage, stale baguettes, and body odor
is all the French had to stand against a tyrannical government.
We must come to terms with the undeniable reality that any
time there is a push for new legislation, or for a new limitation on the
individual’s rights in this country, the reason put forth isn’t really The Reason.
There is always a secondary objective, a secondary motivation as to why certain
things are pushed and encouraged, that is far more sinister than the one being
Rage as they might, the most the French people can do at this
juncture is throw a few brick and burn down their own neighborhoods. They’ve
abdicated both self-governance and the ability to defend themselves and their
loved ones, and now they must suffer at the whims of tyrants and miscreants,
because though they are told they have a voice and are being heard, the truth of
the matter is that once control is had, those in control will still do what
they want when they want it.
This is why America vexes them so. They cannot accomplish
their agenda as long as the average citizen still has the ability to defend
himself. This is why they rage so, this is why they are frothing at the mouth,
this is why an actual member of the United States House of Representatives
warned gun owners that if they plan to resist, the government has nukes, so it
would be a short lived fight.
The French can’t undo what they have done. Their fate is
sealed, as is the fate of every nation that has surrendered their rights to the
globalist cabal. While this nation still has its sovereignty, while this nation
still has its rights, we can either acknowledge that the fight is real, or brew
a nice cup of sleepy time tea and go back to sleep until we, like the French,
get our backs broken and start manifesting our impotent rage in the streets to
With love in Christ,
Michael Boldea Jr.
I don’t believe in multi-tasking. Allow me to rephrase: I don’t
believe that multi-tasking works. I’ve met people, my wife included, who insist
that they can do two things simultaneously and equally well, but no matter how
insistent such individuals are, my skepticism is not abated.
I have tried to multi task and I have utterly failed at it.
What ends up happening is rather than two tasks being done equally well, two
tasks get done shoddily, almost embarrassingly so, to the point that it takes
me twice as long to go back and fix the jobs I attempted to multi-task, as it
would have taken me to focus on a single task until it was completed.
I have been busy. That is the good news. The bad news, as is
readily discernible, is that certain things I used to do regularly have been
placed on the back burner. This blog is one of those things, and it has been a
long time since I’ve sat down to write something exclusively for the blog.
While I was away I’ve nearly completed the next book that I
will be releasing entitled The Battle Tested Believer, but with this project
nearing its end I thought it a good time to dust off the ole’ blog, and get
back into the regular rhythm of posting on here.
Much is happening in this world of ours, and not much of it
is good or positive. Prophetic events are flying by faster than we can
catalog them, and it seems the church has once more taken its default
position of comfortable numbness, and blissful sleep.
To be perfectly frank, I also need a place to vent since I
can tell by her facial expressions that bending my wife’s ear on a regular
basis has become less than fun for her. She suffers me, as all wives likely do,
but I can tell that the well of her patience is by no means bottomless, and I’m
nearing the bottom. Yes, I say these things in jest, so no marriage advice
My youngest daughter turned 1 last week. She is shuffling
around, determined to keep her balance, discovering a world that was heretofore
closed off to her. I watch her explore her surroundings, the awe of it all
intoxicating, and I can’t help but feel that I can do more, perhaps even should do more to make sure that if the Lord
tarries, the world she and her sister grow up in is not dark, and godless, and
Whether we like to admit it to ourselves or not, it seems the
darkness is getting a bit darker, and the light is getting a bit dimmer. I don’t
want to be counted among those who by doing nothing allowed evil to triumph. I
don’t think I could look my girls in the eyes if that’s what I concluded about
And so, here we are again, staring down the darkness and the
minions thereof, wielding the truth like the flaming sword that it is, and
hopefully reassuring some of you that you are not alone, and that yes, God
still has His remnant, unsullied and pure.
I don’t know what taking the blog off the back burner will
mean as far as frequency, but it will be a priority once more, and if I have
anything to share, it will be done posthaste.
With love in Christ,
Michael Boldea Jr.