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Monday, May 17, 2021

Foreshocks

 I’ve never been a fan of crime documentaries. They just don’t appeal to me. To be honest, I’ve always found commentary on disasters, car wrecks, or gruesome crimes to be ghoulish at best. It’s one thing to slow down and rubber neck for a split second when you’re passing a car wrapped around a pole, it’s quite another to do a play by play of how someone’s tibia is poking out of their skin while your buddy is filming you for posterity, or in the hops of going viral.

This is the path we’ve chosen, this is the road we walk, and any commentary on the matter would be superfluous. There are plenty of others out among the interwebs who are chomping at the bit to say something about something just for the sake of saying it, but I’m not one of them.

Just remember, all that follows could have been averted had we humbled ourselves as a nation, and sought repentance. No, I’m not trying to rub salt in the wound, I’m just trying to remind anyone flirting with bitterness towards God that it’s not God’s fault. What follows is a direct consequence of our actions as a nation. We chose this! Life and death, good and evil were placed before us, and as a nation we made a choice. We knew the consequences, because the Bible spells it out clearly enough that even a dullard could understand the broad strokes of it all.

The only worthwhile advice I have to give is to steel yourself, or as the Old Testament is fond of saying, gird up your loins. What we are seeing both in this nation and throughout the world are just the foreshocks before the foreshocks that will herald the true shaking. If this is all it takes to rattle us, if this is all it takes to start talking about bowls and seals and the end being a breath away, it just proves that we haven’t done our due diligence, and do not as yet realize how bad it’s going to get on this spinning rock.

I wish it were not so. I have daughters I want to see grow up and start families of their own, but I know that by the time they come into adulthood this world will be a very different place than what it is today, just as today’s world is very different than what it was a few years ago.

What few are accounting for is the increase in velocity as we continue the downward spiral. We’re not descending at the same rate we were when the spiral started. With each revolution we speed up just a little more, because that is the natural order of things, and no amount of wishful thinking will change it.

Stay calm and carry on, knowing that you are safe under the shadow of His wing! That is perhaps the best piece of advice you will receive this week, perhaps even this year. I know, not bombastic, not exciting, I’m not sending you out in your backyard to dig a hole, or to buy a one-way ticket to the Amazon, but sometimes the best advice is common sense.

There is no escaping what’s coming upon the earth. There is nowhere you can go; there’s no hole deep enough you can dig, so just breathe, fellowship with God, be rooted in the Word, and trust that He’s got the whole world in His hands. If it is so, that includes you too!

With love in Christ,

Michael Boldea Jr. 

Tuesday, April 27, 2021

Dented Saints

 Something just isn’t right. I know you feel it, I feel it too, most folks do if they’re honest about it, but it’s better to keep your head down, bite your tongue, and watch from the sidelines how this thing is going to play out. We wouldn’t want to inadvertently use an acronym, do some basic math, or point to FBI statistics because, you know, that’s racist now. Oops, FBI is an acronym, well, there goes that.

What strikes me as grotesque to the point of feeling physical nausea is how readily the vast majority can ignore events they would have a legitimate grievance over and how completely they embrace twisted narratives if they happen to further a particular agenda. The names that ought to be on everyone’s lips aren’t, while the names of dented saints with blackened halos and broken wings are whispered in reverence.

A three-year-old boy died in Miami Saturday after someone opened fire at a birthday party, but no one will know his name. Sure, his immediate family might, but his name will never be stenciled on streets in large enough fonts as to be seen from space. The same goes for the seven-year-old girl in Chicago whose life was snuffed out by a stray bullet, as well as the little boy who was just sitting on his parents’ porch when he met his fate.

This was just from this past weekend. These were just the stories that tore at my heart. There were four fatal shootings and thirty-two wounded in Chicago alone, so it’s not like misery is in short supply. But rather than confront the real issue, we obfuscate, bloviate, sidestep, and find straw men because the truth, if we were to face it head-on, would hurt.

Before anyone gets the wrong idea, no, I’m not talking about the guns. The state of Illinois has some of the most stringed gun control legislation in the nation, and still, week after week, the bodies keep stacking up like cordwood. It’s happening everywhere, in every city, big and small, and the reason isn’t anything more complicated than godlessness. Yes, I know, it’s always about God with us Bible bangers, but if the hollow heart fits, well, then, murder she wrote and then some.

Let me break this down in shorthand because I hear the kids coming down the stairs. If your philosophical baseline and foundational belief are that the Son of God died to redeem you, that He laid His life down that you might have life, not only do you have higher self-worth, you see greater value in the lives of others around you.

When you assign a higher value to human life, both yours and everyone else’s, you’re less likely to try and snuff said life out. The son of God paid the ultimate price for you. Therefore, even if others don’t see value in you, He does. Because He saw potential, because He saw worth, because He made a priceless investment in you, you strive to live up to that which He saw in you.

I’ve done enough research into those who were ultimately caught and charged for the murder of others to conclude that, generally speaking, they were not regular churchgoers. I have yet to run across the description of a shooter that included, ‘he was a regular attendee of the Sovereign Grace Southern Baptist Missionary Alliance Church.’

So, yes, at the risk of sounding like a Bible banger, it is a godlessness issue, a spiritual problem, and one that stricter laws, more handouts, more police, less police, or no police will not remedy. It is, however, a problem that can be rectified with prayer, intercession, proper parenting, and, yes, more of God in everyday life.

With love in Christ,

Michael Boldea Jr.

Thursday, April 22, 2021

Takeaways

 It’s been said for so long that it’s become a cliché of sorts: if you don’t learn anything from your mistakes, you are bound to repeat them. The funny thing is that it’s true. It really is. The problem, however, arises when learning from your mistakes demands that you, as an individual, acknowledge you made one.

Because so many today are self-absorbed to the point of narcissism, they would rather bang their head against the same wall every day all day than admit to anyone, especially to themselves, that they made a mistake. In a time when everyone is lying to you about everything, self-awareness is priceless. That shortness of breath and tightening of the chest you experienced taking the three steps from the mobility scooter to your car in the Walmart parking lot isn’t body positivity. You’re too fat, and you’re about to have a heart attack! That hissy fit you threw in the coffee shop because your half-caff soy latte was missing the foam wasn’t you standing up for your civil rights; you were just being a shrew.

By far, one of the biggest mistakes most people made in the recent past is that they didn’t believe people at their word no matter how crazy what they said sounded. While the power-mad railed on about what they would do if by some miracle they took control, most people sat on their couches, shrugged their shoulders, looked at their spouse, and said, “well, that’s just crazy, that’ll never happen. This horse-toothed jackass is talking about outlawing burgers, cars, and private property. The other turban-wearing one is talking about defunding the police, making Washington D.C. and Puerto Rico a state, and opening up the borders. I don’t think that’s what they really mean.”

Well, guess what, buttercup? That’s precisely what they meant and then some. Now it’s too late to put the crazy back in the bottle, and what’s more, they’ve been emboldened to take their crazy to new heights. Don’t get me wrong, their puppet in chief is no slouch either. While they’ve been able to brush off criticism of his mental decline thus far, we’re headed for some choppy international waters, and if we’re not careful, we’ll find ourselves in a hot war with a nuclear power in no time flat.

I know, I know, the situation is under control. We are, after all, talking about the legend who stood up to Corn Pop steering the ship and making life and death decisions in the blink of an eye. It’s only his name, where he is, and what he’s supposed to be doing that he forgets on the regular. That life and death stuff, he’s sharp as a dull butter knife when it comes to that.

To say that we find ourselves in a mess is the understatement of the century. For the most part, we find ourselves here because we didn’t believe people when they told us exactly what they planned to do if they got the power to do it. Mayhap we can try not to repeat that particular mistake.

Maybe I’m just an old fuddy-duddy, but between glowing in the dark and having to spit roast my neighbor’s cat for sustenance and a few mean tweets, I’d take the mean tweets every day and twice on Sunday.

With love in Christ,

Michael Boldea Jr. 

Wednesday, April 7, 2021

Foresight

 Even if I were to triple up on the kid gloves, this would still sting. It’s not that I’m trying to be purposefully hurtful or mean-spirited, but rather, the situation demands it. I’m past hoping to shock people into wakefulness because if the past year and change haven’t done that, neither will my words.

If there is one mistake I made over the past year, I overestimated the average American’s intelligence level. I know, see, already stings, but if you’re honest with yourself about most of the people you run across daily, you’ll realize I’m right. The next time you’re driving about, just for fun, look at the other drivers, alone in their cars, and how many of them are wearing masks. That’ll tell you everything you need to know.

I heard it said somewhere that fat, dumb, and lazy is no way to go through life, but seemingly, most of this nation has set out to prove this saying wrong. It’s not like they’ll succeed, but they sure will give it the old college try, even though all they ever did in college was get drunk, get high, and well, you know, the other thing.

My job, at least the way I figure it, hasn’t been to tell you that there’s a curve ahead, but rather to tell you what’s waiting beyond the hill, a few miles down the road. I don’t know; perhaps I should have warned of the curves too, because by all accounts, even though we’re all seeing the turn, we’re white-knuckling the steering wheel, hitting the gas, and closing our eyes. Just because we refuse to acknowledge the road’s curve doesn’t mean it’s not there, nor does it mean that we won’t run off the road and crash if we don’t make the turn.

If there is a silver lining in all this, it’s that I no longer have to refer to most things in the future tense. The road isn’t going to get bumpy; it already is, but if you think this is as bad as it gets, you’re in for a rude awakening. I know, I know, rapture’s almost here, so it’s no business of ours, but maybe hold off on packing those bags and saying your goodbyes just yet. On the off chance that the writers of a fictional series got it wrong, maybe don’t make everyone you know think you’ve lost your mind because you gave your cat away and went on the highest peak you could find, waiting to be caught up.

So what awaits us beyond the hill if we do make the curve? Suppose we survive health experts trying to pump our toddlers full of hormone blockers, our homeland security bussing illegal migrants to all four corners, our elected officials guaranteeing hyperinflation, and our media stoking hatred with bated breath; what can we expect after all that?

Not to be an alarmist or anything, but if we were to look back in our history, we would realize that we’ve just created the perfect environment for a strongman to appear on the scene. When you have to strap on tactical gear just to go to the grocery store, when you are marginalized, scapegoated, robbed in broad daylight by thugs and politicians alike, when chaos is the order of the day, and you’ve been made into a shut-in by people who roam free, a strongman is a welcome respite.

Before you bristle, before you say that could never happen, just look back and see all the things that have happened even though you said they couldn’t. Just like God, the sun, the moon, and the stars, some things exist whether you believe in them or not.

With love in Christ,

Michael Boldea Jr. 

Tuesday, March 23, 2021

Just Like Jesus!

 You know something has gone horribly awry if you have to double-check to see if something you’ve read online wasn’t put out by the Onion. Sometimes people say stupid things in gest, and I tend to give them a pass for the most part. I’m not some hyper-sensitive boob looking to feign outrage and accuse someone of the worst sort of atrocity even though I know what they said was not intended in the way it was interpreted.

We used to extend people grace. We used to give people the benefit of the doubt. We used to allow for foibles, imperfections, flubs, slips of the tongue, and other such things, but no more. Selective outrage and unquestioning subservience have become our new drugs of choice. Like any cult, if you reject, denounce, or otherwise refuse to join the clique, well, then you should just be dispensed with. If not outright killed, then put in a deep dark hole and fed tofu and soy for the rest of your life.

Maybe it’s the testosterone making you so disagreeable to the idea of Communism. Perhaps it’s misplaced machismo, or masculinity, making you question the ever-changing science, but they have ways of dealing with that too. They’ll just put you in a dress, pump you full of estrogen, and play videos of people asking why you want to kill grandma with your selfishness on an endless loop. You’ll be moisturizing, wearing a face diaper, and singing the praises of Socialism in no time flat.

On a serious note, however, I received the same message from three different people yesterday, and I actually had to do a bit of digging to make sure it was not satire. I needed to make sure it wasn’t someone trying to pull a prank.

To be fair, just so we understand the context, I found it a wee bit cringe when Christians would go on and on about Donald Trump being King Cyrus reborn. If you are unaware of who King Cyrus was, he was an ancient king used by God as an instrument, although not a worshipper of the one true God. There was no talk of him being a saint, no talk of him being divine, just a type and shadow of a long-ago individual who did good despite himself.

Fast forward to the year 2021, and we have the following nugget from someone on Twitter: “Jesus fell three times carrying the Cross while on the way to Calvary to save us. Biden also fell three times carrying the hardship America is going through on his way to deliver Hope. Today God looked upon Biden and said, ‘this is my Son, the beloved, in whom I am well pleased.’”

I’ll just let that marinate for a minute, like a fart in an elevator. The Beth Moores of the world were all aflutter, up in arms, and beside themselves, because Donald Trump was compared to a godless king of the ancient world, but are perfectly fine with a man whose most profound thought of late was why does the pudding in his diaper have chunks being compared with Jesus!

So, to clarify, no, Joe Biden is not like Jesus; in fact, far from it. Joe Biden is a corrupt, addled, aging, power-drunk septuagenarian, perfectly fine with partial-birth abortion, late-term abortion, in fact, abortion of any kind, among other things. I’m confident that on the list of what Jesus would do, supporting the murder of the innocent is not among them.

I could go on because the list is long, but what would be the point? We must all now sleep in the bed that a man who can’t make it up a flight of stairs has made, and even at the risk of angering some of you, we deserve nothing less.  

With love in Christ,

Michael Boldea Jr. 

Wednesday, March 17, 2021

Not A Dream

 

If you've felt like the world has turned upside down and inside out, you are not alone. It's not a dream, it's not a nightmare, it's not an Ambien-induced episode, and there's no waking up from it. Unlike the cat ladies on Facebook who insist on posting the "hang in there memes," I'm honest enough with you to tell you how it is. Not how I hoped it would be, or what the best-case scenario will look like if a thousand things happen in sequential order, akin to winning the lottery thirty times in a row, but how it is.

This is where we are! We are at a point where more and more it seems that the governing class is daring God to judge this nation, almost thumbing their noses at Him. At this juncture, can any intellectually honest person say we are undeserving of judgment? Can any intellectually honest person say that the steps we've taken over the past couple of months are in harmony with the Gospel or bring honor to God? Maybe Beth Moore, but she's far from intellectually honest. I'll just leave it there because I don't want to make this a rant about Beth Moore.

I've never been a big fan of just saying something for the sake of saying it. I don't have to put out content to appease my Patreon members, nor am I interested in clickbait to somehow stroke my ego at the thought of how many eyes perused what I've written.

For the most part, truth be known, I write for posterity because continuing to yell at the top of my lungs to bar the stable door even though the horse has already bolted is wasted breath at best. Sure, some realized there is a cottage industry in feeding people morsels of false hope, but I'd rather you know the truth and prepare your heart for what is to come.

The sad reality is that we are beyond the point of peaceful redress. We are witnessing the current administration do nothing more odious than keeping their word, and for every so-called spiritual leader, pastor, teacher, evangelist, or angst peddler feigning outrage, too little, too late.

Because the other side isn't interested in dialogue, diplomacy, coming together, crossing the aisle, or some other such pabulum, they're all gas no break when it comes to destroying this nation. Because no boogeymen existed, they've had to conjure them, and in the process, have broad-brushed half of this nation's citizens as being bloodthirsty savages.

They're hoping calling people Nazis will keep enough of them quiet for long enough so they can ensure permanent control. What they have not as yet realized is that at some point, those they've demonized will become what they've been accused of being for the simple reason that they will have no other choice. When you vilify law-abiding citizens, deify criminals, strip a nation of its freedoms, give preferential treatment to illegals, and call your tax base selfish for wanting to keep more of what they earn, you have all the necessary components for combustibility.

At some point, you can't not trust your lying eyes anymore. At some point, even the most indifferent among us will have to acknowledge the horrors these caricatures have wrought upon this nation. At some point, fathers will look upon their sons and daughters' faces and realize their futures have been squandered. They will also acknowledge that if those who have grown rich by selling out their countrymen have their way, they will be subjects rather than citizens in short order. At some point, they will mourn the death of their nation, the loss of their freedom, the raping of their dignity, the destruction of their families, the perversion of their morality, the rejection of their God, and that sense of loss will turn to anger, then rage. When that sentiment reaches critical mass, no amount of gated compounds, barbed wire, or free money will hold back the tide.

What is coming is inevitable. It always has been. I was just hoping we'd get a little more time.

With love in Christ,

Michael Boldea Jr. 

Tuesday, March 2, 2021

Reality Check

We are about to get a firsthand, front-row demonstration of what Nineveh would have suffered had they not repented. I spent the better part of thirty minutes trying to soften the blow, trying to make it seem less dire than it is, but there's no getting around the truth of where we are, where we are headed, and what we are sure to see along the way.

The parallels are eerily similar until they're not. The point where the similarities between American and Nineveh diverge is the most essential of all, and that is repentance. Whether a nation took the path of repentance or continued down the path of rebellion is the determining factor for judgment or the postponement thereof.

Just as with Nineveh, men were sent to this nation to plead, implore, and even beg anyone who would hear to repent and turn their hearts back to God again. In large part, they were summarily mocked, labeled legalists, and called delusional because if God were going to speak to anyone, it wouldn't be some migrant farmer or some lowly street preacher. It would be a hipster pastor with skinny jeans and fake dark-rimmed glasses. Perhaps even a human caricature with face tattoos and lip piercings that identified as non-binary, but surely not some run-of-the-mill non-intellectual whose only noteworthy attribute was enduring persecution and torture for his faith. I mean, come on, if you want the message to penetrate, you have to choose the right messenger.

We pulled out every excuse in the book and even invented a few just so we wouldn't have to humble ourselves, just so we wouldn't have to turn from our wicked ways, just so we wouldn't have to repent. Repentance is a choice. It is an intentional, actionable, determinative choice! God can't make you do it; He won't twist your arm, or beat you over the head because then it wouldn't be genuine, heartfelt, heart-changing repentance.

The proposition was simple: If you repent, I will restore you. If you persist in your rebellion, I will destroy you. It doesn't get much simpler than that, but then again, it's hard to fill a three-hundred-page book with what you could declare in one breath, so most of the spiritual elites were uninterested. They'd rather twist themselves into pretzels trying to justify the lukewarm farce modern-day Christianity has become.

So, yes, we're headed toward some choppy seas, and the best we can do is make certain we are firmly affixed to the ship, so we don't get thrown overboard. Knowing what is about to be unleashed upon an unsuspecting public has less to do with prophecy or the prophetic and more to do with understanding how the world works and how predators react to weakness. All it takes is a modicum of honesty, even if being honest about it challenges our preconceived beliefs regarding this country's greatness. Sin has a corrosive effect, and even greatness can be eaten away at by it if it's allowed to fester. Not only has sin been allowed to fester, but it is also being celebrated, validated, and embraced by what were to be the antibodies to sin, the church.

As I've thought about this on and off for the past few days, the one thing I think very few are prepared for, even within the circles I run in, is the speed with which everything goes to ruin once God removes His protection from a nation. We're not talking about a slow two-century decline akin to the Roman Empire before finally being put out of its misery. That is something you should prepare for psychologically because it will shipwreck a lot of people.

With love in Christ,

Michael Boldea Jr.  

Thursday, February 18, 2021

Big Plans

 Whenever anyone in government says they have big plans for you, it should terrify you to no end. It should give you the shivers, send chills down your spine, and make you physically nauseous all at once.

If anything, Ronald Regan was understating it when he said the English language's scariest words are I'm from the government, and I'm here to help. He was not exaggerating for effect, nor was he being hyperbolic. If it's any consolation, it's not just this government; it's all governments. Imagine if these bumbling buffoons who couldn't find their ears with both hands and a flashlight weren't just incompetent by their very existence but harbored ill will toward the average taxpayer who keeps them employed for doing nothing more than inhaling and exhaling.

To those who have big plans for everyone else, both in government and without, everyone falls into one of two categories: you are either a subservient, obedient subject, or you are an obstacle in the way of progress. Funny how the people who spent the last four years calling everyone else Nazis are acting like them all of a sudden.

There is this misconception that paper pushers, bureaucrats, and loosely defined public servants are the best this nation had to offer insofar as intelligence, ability, and competence are concerned. Likewise, there is an oft regurgitated fallacy that public servants are good, decent, honest, upstanding people. Granted, at least half are. I was at three quarters, but the number is decreasing rapidly. However, that leaves the other half, who are bitter, vindictive, and outright evil in some cases.

I'm getting to something because I'd rather you know it sooner rather than later so you don't live under the illusion that the public servant is your last line of defense. If that is what you were counting on, then you have no line of defense.

I watched a video this morning of a woman who did a happy dance after shutting down a brewery on super bowl Sunday. Of all the things I've seen public servants do to average citizens over the past year in the name of protecting them from themselves, it shouldn't have gotten to me the way it did, but for some reason, it seemed grotesque and cruel the way few things do. Perhaps it was the gratuitousness and needlessness of it all that struck a chord. Whatever it was, it stayed with me for the rest of the day.

Regardless of how you feel about beer, or microbreweries for that matter, the business in question was legally allowed to operate. Still, this busybody of a health inspector decided she would take it upon herself to make right the world's wrongs and shut down a business for whom that particular day was likely the biggest day of the year. She had the power; it was her's to wield, and by golly if she wouldn't do just that. If shutting down the business is all that would have happened, if the video had cut to black and we wouldn't have gotten a glimpse of her dancing the jig, perhaps we could excuse her actions as overly cautious or well-intentioned. Having seen her reaction to crippling individuals who are just trying to scrape by, this woman's pettiness and vindictiveness are beyond dispute.

So what's the point this morning? It's a simple one. By his nature, man is neither good nor noble, selfless nor magnanimous. It is God who imbues nobility and virtue in man. The less of God there is in any given society, the less goodness, mercy, nobility, or virtue you will see. Couple that with individuals who see you as nothing more than the egg that needs breaking in order to make the omelet, and you will begin to understand where we are headed.

With love in Christ,

Michael Boldea Jr. 

Tuesday, February 16, 2021

Malicious Intent

 I almost got frostbite shoveling my driveway the other day from all the global warming. Yes, I shovel. I’m still young enough to do it by hand, and to be honest, it’s the only actual exercise I get in the winter. It’s not like I used to exercise more during the winter months before everyone started wearing a face diaper, but it’s a good excuse nevertheless. What, am I going to walk at a brisk pace on a treadmill with a mask on?

That’s the thing, though. We always find excuses for the things we fail to do. To us, the excuses seem reasonable and well thought out, and as long as you’re the only one your excuses are affecting, then no harm, no foul. However, it becomes problematic when we begin to excuse the behavior of others and twist ourselves into pretzels trying to find a reason other than malicious intent for what they are doing.

Now, before you schedule a stoning of yours truly in the public square, my wife was once a school teacher. I have the utmost respect for the profession, but not so much for the current standard-bearers of said profession. I get it. It must be fun pounding back Cosmos first thing in the morning and still getting paid, but like every free ride, it must end at some point.

The kids aren’t all right. They’re not adjusting to the new normal, and every study brave enough to do a deep dive into the secondary effects of keeping kids in front of a screen for a few hours a day and calling it education has drawn the same conclusion. If the data coming in is only half right, and the damage caused by children not being in class coming up on a year now is only half as bad as the numbers are hinting, it’s still catastrophic.

Would that I could spend my days in my pajamas making vision boards on Pinterest and still pay my mortgage, I wouldn’t want to go back to regularly scheduled showers either. Again, if the refusal to go back to work only affected the now borderline alcoholics calling themselves heroes for no apparent reason, I wouldn’t mind it so much. Their decisions, however, are affecting children, and the ripple effects are unquantifiable.

We will see the wreckage their selfishness has wrought only a decade down the road, but by then, we’ll likely be living in spider holes, eating earthworms, and trapping squirrels for their fur, so I don’t know how many people will have the energy to be incensed about what they’ve done.

There is a certain kind of malevolence, an open disdain of the average citizen, and yes, malicious intent to every other edict and proclamation coming from the so-called experts, as well as the ruling class. That’s okay, though. You’re not smart enough to see the bigger picture, nor selfless enough to sacrifice for the greater good. Just ask John Kerry as he disembarks his private jet how you not wanting to freeze to death in your own home is selfish on your part, and he’ll dazzle you with an in-depth explanation.

With love in Christ,

Michael Boldea Jr. 

Thursday, February 11, 2021

Retrospective Wisdom

 I recently started re-reading the first draft of my third book on prayer and came across a passage that, although written some five years ago, is packed with a retrospective wisdom of sorts. I found this passage within the context of Solomon’s prayer to God, and it struck me so profoundly that I had to re-read it a few times to make sure it said what I thought it said.

When it comes to book writing, I’m like a kid who was gifted a trunkload of Legos and wants to build them simultaneously. I have about eight books in various stages of completion sitting on my laptop. Since we are almost out of the diaper changing watch the kids every waking minute so they don’t tumble down the stairs stage, I’ve decided it would be an excellent time to roll a few of them out since I believe they are relevant for the body of Christ.

This was the oldest of the manuscripts sitting idle, so I decided to begin with the oldest and work my way to the present.

I believe that these short paragraphs written well over five years ago will do much to clarify the situation we are currently living through. I know some will not receive it in the spirit with which it was intended, but I would rather contend with the reality before me than fool myself into believing something that is counter to Scripture.

Solomon realized instinctively what Paul would later verbalize in his letter to the Romans, that there is no authority except God, and God appoints the authorities that exist. Whether to bless a nation or judge a nation, God appoints its authorities, rulers, and kings. As creatures limited in understanding, oftentimes, we do not perceive or understand God's plan in the appointment of a particular leader or a specific authority. One of the most common reasons we cannot see God's plan is due to the underlying assumption that the leader or authority was appointed for our blessing rather than our judgment. We want to believe that God will bless us despite ourselves, but His word confirms the contrary.

When we open our eyes to the reality that God establishes rulers to both bless and judge, we come to understand why certain men are in power in certain nations.

In a nutshell, this is what the church must now wrestle with. We must come to terms with the reality that just because we happen to reside in America, we are no more special than those in Uganda, Romania, or Poland. God judges sin in the land, and no nation, people, or tongue has ever received a reprieve from judgment without repentance. It’s not as though we weren’t given time to repent. Instead of humbling ourselves, we squandered the time we were given. Even if a game goes into overtime, it doesn’t mean it will go on indefinitely.

The real tragedy in all of this is that the Church didn’t even bother to get off the bench as the clock was ticking down. They much preferred to mock and look down on those that though outnumbered, still tried their best to eke out a tie hoping to go into double overtime.

With love in Christ,

Michael Boldea Jr.

Wednesday, February 10, 2021

Tug-of-War


It’s funny how some Christians still believe that the people who are basically advocating for the legalization of bow hunting toddlers up until they’re old enough to dial 911 for themselves have any limits on the depths of depravity to which they will sink. They are naïve enough to hope that individuals who have no qualms about dissecting a human baby and selling it for parts as though it were some wrecked car left on the side of the road have any moral compass or self-awareness.

What you defend in your day to day says a lot more about you than what denomination you belong to or what theological bend you represent. If you defend darkness and death, you align yourself with them, becoming them. If you uphold light and righteousness, likewise, you align yourself with them. You cannot defend the darkness while being a servant of the light, just as you can’t defend the light being a servant of darkness. Truth is stubbornly consistent, and though men might try to twist it, fragment it, or interpret it, it reverts to its original state.

The truth is that the servants of darkness today are, as Peter calls them, natural brute beasts, who only have one goal, and that is power. It’s not as though no one saw this coming because if you comb through the things I’ve written, the pattern is undeniably consistent. However, because they know that we know that they know that we know that their positions were not earned but rather stolen, their need to dominate, to silence, and to destroy will only multiply.

It’s like the guy who’s putzing around on a stolen bike in the neighborhood he stole it from. He’s always thinking someone’s eyeballing him, watching him, calling the cops on him, or is about to chase him down the street yelling about him being a thief.

Small people are vindictive people by nature. In their quiet moments of reflection and self-assessment, they acknowledge that they are individuals of no accomplishment, vision, or moral clarity. They are the kind of souls that have never built up anything meaningful, so all they know is how to destroy, tear down, and vilify.

They are not content to let the best argument win out in the end because they know they will lose. As such, we can no longer agree to disagree, but if you disagree, you must be banished, demonized, and ultimately destroyed. You must be brought low to the point that you can no longer provide for your family or afford to keep a roof over your head. Even then, at your lowest, they will say you’ve not suffered nearly enough for the great high crime of questioning the wisdom of pre-pubescent children being fed hormone blockers like it was candy.

In short order, I fear, we will learn a handful of indispensable truths that ought to have been self-evident. We will learn how tyrannical small people can be when given power, how policy ought to trump personality insofar as governance is concerned, and how hurt feelings don’t hurt nearly as much as an empty belly and an empty wallet.

As I was getting ready to publish these musings, a disturbing thought came to me: there’s no one coming to save us! No allied forces are coming over the hill, and there are no liberating armies ready to tear down the enemy’s gates. We were the last of the good guys. We were the last of those willing to sacrifice themselves to rescue strangers in peril. I know how it sounds, but it’s the truth! Sooner or later, you’ll come to realize it as well.

With love in Christ,

Michael Boldea Jr. 

Saturday, February 6, 2021

For Your Own Good!

 You don’t pull off the biggest con in human history, get away with it, and not gloat about it just a little bit. It’s like successfully swapping out the Mona Lisa without anyone noticing or intercepting a plane full of cash meant for the Iranian Mullahs and replacing it with funny money right under everyone’s nose. You can’t not gush over your genius. You can’t not call attention to all the moving pieces that had to work in synchronicity; you just can’t.

If nobody’s out there praising your coup, you’ve got to toot your own horn just a little bit. Don’t make it obvious. No, don’t admit that you rigged the presidential elections of the most powerful country in the world; call it fortifying the elections. I mean, if you think about it, they just gave the people what they people wanted, even though the people didn’t know they wanted it yet and voted en masse for the exact opposite of what they got. That makes no nevermind though. It’s just semantics. You say potato, I say illegitimate president, you know.

What’s undeniably clear is that you should be thanking the cabal for getting together to shape the fate of America. They did it for your own good, and you’re just too stupid to realize it yet. I mean, when you have names like Dorsey, Gates, Zuckerberg, and Bezos all agreeing that allowing free and fair elections would be tantamount to allowing a brain-damaged toddler to play with a loaded gun, what else could they do but step in?

You don’t know what’s good for you anyway. It’s a miracle you can click the like button on Facebook and buy it now on Amazon. We can’t have you thinking you have any say in who fills the most powerful office in the world. That’s just silly!

If you have no clue what I’m talking about, you will. It’s a story that’s just breaking, one that will likely have some serious traction even though the aforementioned masters of the universe will do everything in their considerable power to make it go away.

It is an article that will premiere in Time magazine in the coming days, titled, I kid you not, “The Secret History of the Shadow Campaign that Saved the 2020 Election.” The article goes on to explain how heads of multi-national corporations, paid rioters, power brokers, judges, and everyone in between conspired and poured hundreds of millions of dollars into an operation that had but one purpose: to make sure the 2020 elections swung in the right direction.

Although the piece reads like the guild ridden confession of an austere Catholic, the author is quick to point out that you shouldn’t jump to the conclusion that the election was rigged. Far from it, it was fortified. They nullified your vote and the votes of millions of hard-working Americans for your own good! You should be thankful. Come next election cycle you won’t even have to vote. They’ll just tell you who won, and that will be that.

This is what despotic nightmares are made of. This is how guys like Ceausescu won re-election with 100% of the vote. Even though the people were starving, and countless thousands risked being turned into Swiss cheese by gunboats as they fled for freedom, somehow, every election cycle, everyone turned out and voted the Communist party in for another term in unanimity.

I’m sorry to be the bearer of bad news, but the idea that we will take anything back in 2022, or 2024, is a laughable fantasy. It has been decided that you don’t know what’s good for you, so why keep up the pretense of elections anymore?

Before you brush the preceding off as some conspiracy theory, just remember, the notion that the 2020 elections were rigged was also considered a conspiracy theory until they came out and admitted to it.

To be fair, if you’d just succeeded in pulling off this level of fraud, could you bite your tongue and keep it to yourself?

With love in Christ,

Michael Boldea Jr.

Friday, February 5, 2021

Things Being Equal

 You give two men an acre of land, a bag of seed, a hoe, and a tiller each, and generally speaking, you have equality of opportunity. Sure, one of the two acres might have a few more rocks strewn about than the other, be on an incline, or not get the right amount of sun, but all in all, the two men have all the necessary tools as far as their opportunity for a harvest is concerned.

What they do beyond the point of having what they need will determine the outcome for each of them. One might not be as industrious as the other, one might not be willing to toil as hard as the other, one might know more about farming than the other, and so there is a divergence as far as outcome is concerned.

No two people will do something that is moderately complex in the same exact manner to ensure the exact same outcome. I know, I know, Michael Bloomberg thinks it’s as easy as making a hole with your thumb, dumping the seed in, kicking dirt over it, and eating ripe tomatoes a few days later, but there is a science to farming, and you need to know not only what you need to do, but when you need to do it.

It saddens me to no end to think that drive, skill, motivation, natural ability, determination, grit, and passion will have very little to do with how far my children get in life anymore. It makes my stomach churn to consider that all someone has to do to edge out one of my daughters for their dream job is to claim that they’re a transgender dyslexic amputee albino with a lazy eye even though they are less skilled and less qualified.

The decaying corpse of meritocracy will incubate all manner of nasty mutations. When they are spawned and fully realized, it will make the Chinese social credit system look like child’s play.

Of all the things that have been hemorrhaging from this administration the past couple of weeks, this is, perhaps, the most personal. Equality of opportunity is no longer good enough; now, there must be equality of outcome. It matters not how much harder or longer one individual works than the other; when they cross the finish line, they must do so simultaneously.

What this means, going back to the analogy of the two farmers, is that if one of the farmers breaks ahead of the other in his tilling or planting, non-elected bureaucrats will begin clubbing him about the head and shoulders until the other can catch up. If come harvest time one has more crop than the other, he gets punished and penalized for tending to his acre of land and making sure he gets the most out of it.

If success becomes a punishable offense, how long before people stop trying to be successful? If whether I run or walk toward the finish line matters not a smidgeon, why would I exert myself beyond the bare minimum?

In case you haven’t caught on, this is a gateway mindset to a nanny state, where all you have to do is sit in your basement with saran wrap around your face, and someone will be by to drop off a box of nacho cheese and macaroni every seven to ten days. Self-reliance and drive will not only be looked down upon but severely punished, because if perchance, you wake up at 3 am instead of 10 am and work eighteen-hour days instead of two, you are problematic and hate poor people.

It used to be the takers were just happy there were enough givers to keep them fed and clothed without having to toil. Now the givers have become the enemy for simply being givers because they are a constant indictment to the lazy and unmotivated that the only reason they haven’t succeeded in a country like America is that they didn’t really want to.

Before the Beth Moore fans clutch at their pearls and accuse me of insensitivity toward the plight of some indigenous peoples, immigrants, or dyslexic albinos, my family came here with nothing from a country the likes of which you want to turn this country into. Though rich by no means, I know that I will always be able to keep a roof over my children’s heads and food in their bellies with enough hard work and dedication. As paltry as that might sound to some, it’s more than can be said of most countries in the world.

With love in Christ,

Michael Boldea Jr. 

Wednesday, February 3, 2021

Volatility

 

I read somewhere that it’s probably a good thing not to speak carelessly. If memory serves, it had something to do with having to give account for every careless word spoken, not before your or spouse or your kids, but before God on the day of judgment.

Since for the past two weeks there has been enough hyperbole being regurgitated to drown the Statue of Liberty, I wanted to take a breath and objectively assess the speed with which the dismantling of America would be taking place over the next few years. It was never a question of whether they would try; it was always a question of how quickly they would move with some of the more damaging ideas.

If the past two weeks are any indicator, we’re in for a bumpy ride. Although for the sake of my children, I would like to add my voice to the chorus declaring that days of merriment and glee, sunshine, and unicorns are ahead of us, all indications point to the fact that we have reached our apex and are now undeniably on the decline as a nation.

If the powers that be get their way, sooner or later, more people than not in this country will know what rat on a spit tastes like. I know, I know, you think I’m just having fun with words, but look at all the things people said would never happen here, that are. We’re on a greased bobsled going downhill with no rails or way of slowing down.

One of the most disturbing things to have taken place over the past couple of weeks was the insistence that we weren’t killing enough babies in country, so we are now financing the slaughter of the innocent abroad as well. It was a practice that had been halted for the past four years, but no more.

Now, I know Christianity has had a makeover over the last couple of decades. It’s slapped on some lipstick, put on a low cut dress, and did its hair all nice and curly to appeal to the younger generation. But that’s not biblical Christianity, and try as we might, the Word remains stubbornly consistent when it comes to things like shedding innocent blood. No matter how much the newly minted non-binary intersectional pastors insist that baby murder is pleasing in the sight of the Lord, the Book says that any land that sheds innocent blood will be called to account for it.

That’s just one thing of three dozen things that have taken place since this new administration was installed, and as time goes by, we may yet delve into some of them.

This nation and the world as a whole is about to become very volatile. Weakness and uncertainty always invite aggression, and soon those who had for the past four years been restrained due to fear of reprisal will start testing boundaries once more. You don’t have to take my word for it; you’ll see it soon enough with your own eyes.

So what do we do? Simply put, we keep fighting the good fight. We remain the happy warriors we’ve always been, knowing that this life is but a vapor, a fleeting, passing thing like the flickering of a firefly in the dead of night. Eternal life beckons to us all, and how we get there will make no nevermind once we are there. If need be through trials and tribulations, then so be it.

With love in Christ,

Michael Boldea Jr. 

Wednesday, January 13, 2021

Making Martyrs!

 As per usual, the left is trying really, really, hard to do something really, really stupid as far as their cause is concerned. If you lend me your ear, no, I will not sing you a song, but I will try to explain my thought process and why this new round of impeachment and the attempted destruction of this president will backfire in such horrific fashion that I doubt the likes of those currently occupying the US Congress have enough mental wherewithal to grasp it fully.

A long, long time ago, I saw a movie called Braveheart. Yes, I know it is rated R, but that’s okay, I’m not Jehovah’s Witness, and I was talked into it by a pastor. If you’ve not seen the movie, it revolves around a man named William Wallace, who became a folk hero through an unfortunate chain of events and led a rebellion against the English. This movie was based on a true story. Yes, there was a William Wallace back in the 1300s who was hanged, disemboweled, beheaded, and quartered to send a message to anyone else considering fighting for their independence.

Up until his death, William Wallace was a hero to some, a warrior to others, and a trouble maker to others still. However, once the people saw what the English were capable of, he became a martyr around whose name the cause of liberation coalesced to the point that Scotland achieved its independence at the Battle of Bannockburn nine years later. I know, you thought I was kidding about that whole history wonk thing, but I digress.

Although there are always exceptions, most people have an ingrained sense of fairness. They see what is happening, and even if they didn’t like the guy, the one thought that rises to the surface is if they can do this to a sitting president who also happens to be a billionaire, what chance do I have?

That should be very concerning for those trying to bulldoze everyone’s freedoms and rights as though they were nothing more than a nuisance because, at some point, it will reach critical mass. You can get away with tyranny for a season, but tyranny always has an expiration date.

At least now, there no longer remains a need for pretense. Everyone has shown their true colors, and we know who stands for what. While they were the minority, they plaid the victim and howled at the moon over every slight, real or imagined. Now that they feel they have the upper hand, they’re going for the jugular with bloodlust and abandon. You already have people insisting that you should have your children taken from you and reeducated, that you should be put in a cage, and that there is no room for you in civil society if you did not vote for the sniffer in chief.

You must show remorse and do public penance for ever doubting that Joseph Robinette Biden was the most articulate, distinguished, intelligent, and intellectually superior individual ever to walk the earth or that elected officials wanted what’s best for you as a citizen. Bow before your overlords and repent! Keep your head down, and don’t you dare look them in the eye! Know your place, serf, and be content with the crumbs they choose to throw you from time to time, or else.

In their nearsighted attempt to ensure Donald Trump goes away, they will only make him a martyr, a folk hero the likes of Robin Hood or William Tell, and the harder they try, the more popular he will become.

With love in Christ,

Michael Boldea Jr. 

Sunday, January 10, 2021

Coexist!

 If you believed for a second that the people who risked federal prison for rigging a national election would just let bygones be bygones and continue with the status quo if they succeeded in their endeavor, you are inarguably one of the useful idiots Lenin so fondly referenced. Not that anyone paid any mind, but there have been some who for years pointed out that those who want to coexist will only want to do so until they have the power. Once power is attained, the whole notion goes out the window, to be replaced by submit or die, your choice.

History repeats itself because, contrary to the highbrow opinion we have of ourselves, man is woefully unoriginal. We fall into the same pattern generation after generation, and because it is such a consistent metric, we can get an idea of what’s in store for this nation in short order.

Granted, there are small but relevant differences from generation to generation, but the human condition’s overarching reality is the same. Intellectually inferior people with an aversion to hard work and personal responsibility will always try to game the system, attain power, then live off others’ labors using force and intimidation to keep them in line.

They often succeed because there are no rules they won’t break, there are no lines they won’t cross, and the thought of integrity or principle are as foreign and anathema to them as biblical theology is to Joel Osteen. Yeah, I know, punching down, but let me have that one. There isn’t much to smile about going on in the world today, so I have to take my merriment where I can.

But back to the serious, dangerous, and outright Orwellian actions we’ve been seeing of late, and keep in mind; there hasn’t even been an inauguration yet. Before you can use violence to do away with your opposition, you must first silence your opposition and render them irrelevant. How do you think guys like Hugo Chaves, Stalin, Lenin, or Nicolai Ceausescu got 100% of the vote every election while their citizens were starving? Because they allowed for free and fair elections or an honest policy debate?

The silencing has begun, but as always, I think they’ve underestimated just how much opposition there really is to becoming the next Venezuela, and, for now, at least, the average citizen can still defend himself, his family, and his home.

What is undeniable at this juncture is that eventually, they will set their sights on the Church because even if it begins in a roundabout manner, the target is always the household of faith. The enemy only has one enemy, and as believers, we tend to forget this more often than not.

I was having a phone conversation with a friend yesterday, and he asked what can be done at this juncture. I’ve thought about this on and off for some time, and here is the best advice I can give: Live every day as though you’ve just gotten a terminal diagnosis. You’ve always known something was off, that lump growing on the side of your neck wasn’t quite normal, but now you’ve been to the doctor, they’ve done the biopsy, and the bad news has been given.

You can waste your time going through the five stages of grief, hopscotching from denial to anger to bargaining to depression, or you can leapfrog to acceptance and live every day to its fullest. No, I’m not telling you to like it or embrace it, but to understand that this is now the reality we live in, and it will only worsen. We’ve always known this was coming, and like most, hoped we would get another four-year reprieve, but here we are, and save for a miracle, in the words of one Robinette Biden himself, dark days are ahead.

With love in Christ,

Michael Boldea Jr. 

Monday, January 4, 2021

High Hopes

Perhaps it’s just me, but I can’t shake the feeling that hopeful as everyone is for this upcoming year to be all they’ve ever dreamed of - to the point that the memory of the past year will evermore be expunged from their consciousness - it’s likely not going to. The best an honest, reasonable, realistic person can hope for is that this year is no worse than last year, but even that may be a bit of a stretch.

What if 2021 is the Tonya Harding to our collective Nancy Kerrigan, waiting in the wings with a metal pipe and malicious intent? That is a question to which we must have a decisive answer because I’m seeing people of all stripes, both Christian and otherwise, acting as though some arbitrary date automatically begins a new chapter, independent of the consequence of actions heretofore undertaken.

What does that mean in laymen’s terms? Well, we’ve run up a tab, our wallets are empty, we have no way of paying for what we’ve already consumed, but we’re still ordering the most expensive things on the menu. Eventually, the bill will come due. We are going to get cut off at some point, and an angry bouncer with a face scar will demand payment in full.

Sure, we can hope that some generous stranger comes along and settles our bill out of the goodness of their heart, but nobody’s that generous, and even if they were, nobody has enough to cover what we’ve already squandered.

So that’s just one issue. There are dozens of others waiting in the wings. Eventually, they’ll get tired of waiting. You can’t keep kicking cans down the road at Infinitum. Right now, as a nation, we are kicking so many cans it sounds like a newlywed couple’s car that was decorated by someone with OCD. All you hear is banging and clanging, with elected officials obsessively polishing the silverware while the ship is sinking.

Fix the holes first, then worry about the silverware. But there’s no profit to be made from fixing the holes. There are no cushy gigs you can get for your kids, or nephews, or spouses by doing what’s best for the American people. In order for their families to prosper, your family has to suffer. You’ve got to have someone to sell out in order to get paid, and for the most part, it seems the individuals elected to represent the people are selling out the selfsame people who elected them.

I could go on with the laundry list as to why I’m less than hopeful about this year being better than the previous year, but I don’t want to bum you out or cause consternation. I guess the point this morning if there is a point to this, is that your hope must be tethered in something other than a date, a person, a political party, or a bell’s palsy causing vaccine. Men will fail you; the government will fail you, even scrunching your eyes and wishing really, really hard for the best year ever will fail you. The one thing that will never fail you is God, and if you are anchored in Him, the waves may crash upon you, the winds may batter you, but you will remain whole. You will neither capsize nor crash upon the stones of hopelessness because the One in whom you’ve placed your trust gives permanence.

With love in Christ,

Michael Boldea Jr.