Bask In The Awesome

I invite you, all ten of you readers, to bask in the awesomeness of this bedtime song.

Your Old Friend,

LSP

Resurrection Of The Body

Church was good today, as it always is, and I preached on the bodily resurrection. When was the last time you heard a sermon on that? On the reality of the resurrection, sure, but its bodily aspect? Not so much, I'll wager.

Preachers scare shy of it, I think, for two reasons. Firstly, they take it for granted and secondly, it's a hard doctrine. That a body should rise from the dead? Outrageous. But that's what we believe and Scripture's clear, so is tradition. But why is it so important.

Long story short, because anything less than a bodily resurrection isn't really a resurrection at all, leaving us with a ghost or an immaterial shade. And that's fine except that it isn't fully you because we're composite beings, made up of body and spirit. For the real person, you, to rise from the dead, there has to be a bodily rising or you're left with nothing more than a ghost.

To put it another way. The body which decays and dies is the proper subject of resurrection, unlike the soul which is immaterial. If the former doesn't rise then the latter's left free-floating and resurrection hasn't occurred, just the given continuance of the soul.

Speaking of which, it's long past time for a range day. Fill the truck up with guns, get out in the country and blast away.

Proven medicine for mind, body and spirit.

Gun rights and MAGA,

LSP

Not Happy

Lo and behold, World War III didn't start last night, at least not immediately, so that's all good. But it came dam close. 

Ask yourself this. Are we, and the West at large, in the grip of evil people, people who would destroy what's left of our civilization for the sheer nihilist joy of the ruin. And have these wicked people co-opted our government?

Good question. In the meanwhile, thank God the Russians didn't fire back last night, and I'll be straight-up. I'm not happy about this at all. 

We should be allies with Russia in the face of the twin evils of the Secularist and Islamic Jihad. Nationalist Trump and nationalist Putin should be working together, contra globalists. There's clear commonality.

Has that been hijacked by the Illuminati Death Stooges of the NWO? Don't say House of Saud and...

Don't fear the Reaper,

LSP

Satanist Illuminati Goes To War

Trump has just launched against Assad for... Al Qaeda, the Jihad, and while we're at it, Saudi Arabia. Good work, Illuminati Satanists, we're now on the edge of World War Three.

And why? Because Assad apparently used chemical weapons on his own people as he was winning a war. Because he's an evil idiot? Sorry, that adjective applies to the bombers.

I'm tempted to say WTF. As it is, please pray this doesn't get any further out of hand.

Remember this, he was a murderer from the beginning.

Your Friend,

LSP

Prep For The Eschaton

Rain's lashing down, thunder rumbles, lightning flashes and we're listening to Waylon while loading magazines and cleaning actions. Be prepared, right?

For what? The Eschaton. That's getting mighty close, lately, and I ask you, have you seen the doomsday clock tick-tocking more dangerously?

Pray, please, that we don't go to war. Again. Especially as Al-Qaeda's air force and the army of Saudi Arabia.

Lock up the pedo globalists instead.

Your Pal,

LSP

Comey's Awesome Book

Fired NWO plaything, James Comey, has written a book attacking President Trump and America's attractive and popular First Lady, Melania. 

You can read about the love Democrats have for their jilted paramour over at Lyin' Comey. "No credibility" is the least of it, and others have even accused lying, leaking, Illuminati Comey of orchestrating a coup against America's lawfully elected President.

That would make James the-Illuminati-dumped-me Comey a traitor.

Cheers,

LSP

Road Warrior

C'mon kid, let's roll, which roughly translated means, hurry up, we're walking to school with the dogs via the Pick 'n Steal for coffee and I don't want you late.

Soon enough we were over the start line and heading for the Shamrock, staffed by Nepalese, thank you very much and mind the kukri, with Friday gamboling along like a puppy and Blue following at a more sedate pace.

Blue Valhalla's getting on in years and someone's been stealth feeding him when I'm not looking, so he's getting a bit portly. This isn't fair on the furry protector and means I'll have to put a lock on his feed bin or maybe a sign, "DON'T OPEN THIS. IT WILL EXPLODE AND DESTROY YOU."

Coffee, school, and dog walk objectives reached, I relaxed on the front office porch and thought about the effect of various bullets on my YETI mug; a range day's obviously in order. Then, Daily Office said, I drove to Fort Worth down good old I35W.

It's not a bad drive until you get to the metrosprawl, then it's a nightmare. What evil satanic geniuses convinced the American public to live in vast plastic sided suburbs, intersected by highways roaring past decaying strip malls. It's bad enough now, imagine the future.

One day the plastic will sag, decay, and fall, leaving square miles of chipboard houses to quietly implode back to nature while the highways collapse; the sheer slum of it will challenge all but the bravest explorers. Remortgage that, I dare you.

Regardless, I made it to the clergy day at Holy Apostles and very edifying it was too. Bishop Iker gave a good presentation on the state of the litigation against the Diocese and Dr. Stephen Noll talked about marriage. 

After lunch, I headed back to the compound, picked up the kid, drove him to work, drove back to the Compound, drove to Lake Whitney to say Mass and watched a film because it was the church's film night.

We watched the Gospel of John, which is just that, the Gospel of John narrated, with actors doing their thing in the background. I love John's Gospel. Then, kid being delivered to the church, it was time to brave TX-22 and get back to base.

The dogs were excited to see us. The pack was back, and I tell you, several hundred miles worth of driving aside, it all made for a good break from watching WWIII unfold in Syria and the slow moving coup against the President.

I file this exciting story under "road warrior."

God bless,

LSP

The Idiocy Of Assad

So let's get this straight. Syria's Bashar al-Assad is winning a war against Saudi Arabian, Qatari and US proxy terrorists, such as our frenemies, Al Qaeda. 

Then all of a sudden, as he's on the very cusp of victory, stupid Assad decides to throw it all away by dropping chlorine filled barrel bombs on Douma. We know this because the saintly White Helmets told us he did it and because, obviously, he's an evil idiot.

There you have it. Assad, the stupid, evil, idiot, Gas Killer Animal exposed by the heroic White Helmets, and soon to be struck down by hubris in the form of  a hail of US, UK, French and Saudi munitions. But there's a problem with this picture.

Assad, whatever else he might be, isn't stupid and he isn't an idiot, he's a geeky opthamologist. An opthamologist that dared to cross the House of Saud and its billions by refusing to let them drive a pipeline through his country.

Then there's the Islamist White Helmets, who operate exclusively alongside Al Qaeda and associated Jihad head-chopper savages as a kind of medical propaganda support group, funded by countries such as the US, UK, Belgium, Qatar and, go figure, George Soros. 

You can read about these altruists here, here, here and here. Regardless, we fund them so they must be telling the truth, right?

As you reflect on that axiom, the Russians have gained access to Douma, which has been liberated from the Western/Saudi funded Jihad, and they haven't found any evidence whatsoever that a chemical attack took place.

So who's lying. The Al Qaeda support group we've come to Netflix love as the White Helmets, or the idiot who isn't an idiot, Bashar Assad?

You, the reader, be the judge.

Kizmet,

LSP

War Drums Pounding

As Americans we must face the possibility that we have a criminally insane government in Washington that is leading the world to destruction. (Paul Craig Roberts)

Coming straight out of the pages of you-can't-make-this-s**t-up, the US and its allies are on the brink of war with Russia, with Trump twitter blasting at 5.57 am this morning:

Russia vows to shoot down any and all missiles fired at Syria. Get ready Russia, because they will be coming, nice and new and “smart!” You shouldn’t be partners with a Gas Killing Animal who kills his people and enjoys it!

To be fair, the President's warlike tweet followed on from a statement by Russia's ambassador to Lebanon, Alexander Zaspykin, to Hezbollah's al-Manar TV:

If there is a strike by the Americans, then we refer to the statements of President [Vladimir] Putin and the chief of staff that the missiles will be downed and even the sources from which the missiles were fired.

Why America's apparent rush to war? Because Assad reportedly used chemical weapons against men, women and children in Douma, days after Trump announced his intention to withdraw troops from Syria, and months after Russia warned of future false flag chemical attacks in the region.

Leaving aside the improbability of Assad threatening his own winning position in the Syrian civil war by provoking US escalation, the reliability of anti-Assad reports of chemical weapons use, and the US-admitted fact that these aren't confirmed, why is there a war in Syria in first place? 

Surely not because Saudi Arabia and Qatar wanted to put a pipeline through Syria to export liquid natural gas and petroleum to Europe and Assad stuck with Russia and said no.

Maybe it's just me, but I don't think Saudi Arabian interests and those of their bought and paid for puppets are worth another world war. Speaking of which, Trump has to win the prize for being the Worst. Russian. Puppet. Ever.

Stormy And Kibble

Except for Stormy Daniels, who functioned as a Kremlin sleeper agent for decades until Mueller's keen-eyed FBI sleuths raided the infamous Moscow double agent, Michael Cohen, and his law firm.

За здоровье!

LSP 

Boycott Kimmel

So who is this Jimmy Kimmel, some kind of dog food? You can join the popular grassroots movement to boycott racist, MillSoc, Melania hating Kimmel here, if you haven't already. Along with 196 thousand others and climbing.

Carry on,

LSP

Melania Mondays!

Here at Melania Mondays! we're pleased to report a surge of grassroots support for America's popular and glamorous First Lady, after she was attacked by Millionaire Socialist, Jimmy Kimmel.

MillSoc Kimmel, net worth $35 million, mocked the way Melania read stories to children at the White House Easter Egg Roll, making fun of her accent. The wealthy leftist's racist jibes provoked a furious response from Sean Hannity and caused outraged citizens to sign a petition demanding a boycott of Kimmel's show.

The petition has been signed by over 150,000 people and accuses Kimmel of "true bigotry" and a "disgusting attack" on "our First Lady." It will be sent to "the front door of Disney/ABC studios" in California.

Unfazed by Kimmel's racism, Melania beamed to cameras as she stepped out in style for a date night in Washington DC with the President.

You can sign the Boycott Kimmel petition here and well done, Melania, for doing your part to make America great again.

MAGA,

LSP

In The Land Of Welby's Chinos

Far-sighted readers of this popular theology blog will remember John Davies, the recently appointed Anglican Archbishop of Wales. When asked by the BBC before Easter if he believed in the bodily resurrection of Christ, the prelate replied, "I don't think any of us actually knows, frankly."

At least Davies is honest about his mild mannered, Athenaeum Club style apostasy, and you can imagine it unfolding in the dining room of the place with a glass of after Synod, after lunch port with his atheist friends, as  a ghostly Fr. Brindley chokes on his claret. But where does this leave us? 

If Christians don't know if Christ rose bodily from the dead then they're not sure that He beat death, they're not sure if the Apostles were deluded and the Gospel a fraud. For that matter, they're not sure if Jesus is God and, for this Welsh school of semi-theology, they don't know if the whole thing stops with the Cross, which has the unfortunate effect of turning Christianity into a sinister death cult.

The 19th and early 20th century Scottish preacher, Alexander MacLaren, has this to say. Take heed, Davies, and everyone else.

You have the cross rising there, gaunt, black, solitary. But unless on the other side of the river you have the resurrection, no bridge will ever be thrown across the gulf, and the cross remains dead, being alone. You must have a resurrection to explain the cross, and then the life and the death tower up into the manifestation of God in the flesh and the propitiation for our sins. Without it, we have nothing to preach which is worth calling the gospel.

If he whom we believed to be our sacrifice by his death and our sanctification by his life has not risen, then all which makes his death other than a martyr's vanishes, and with it vanish forgiveness and purifying. Only when we recognize that in his cross explained by his resurrection we have redemption through his blood, even the forgiveness of sins, and by the communion of the risen life from the risen Lord possess that new nature which sets us free from the dominion of our evil. Then is faith operative in setting us free from our sins.

Then there's St. Paul (1 Cor15: 12-19).

Now if Christ be preached that he rose from the dead, how say some among you that there is no resurrection of the dead? But if there be no resurrection of the dead, then is Christ not risen: And if Christ be not risen, then is our preaching vain, and your faith is also vain. Yea, and we are found false witnesses of God; because we have testified of God that he raised up Christ: whom he raised not up, if so be that the dead rise not. For if the dead rise not, then is not Christ raised: And if Christ be not raised, your faith is vain; ye are yet in your sins. Then they also which are fallen asleep in Christ are perished. If in this life only we have hope in Christ, we are of all men most miserable.

Of all men most miserable. With the image of Archbishop Davies in your mind, picture another doubter, Thomas, who reached out and touched the wounds of Christ. "My Lord and my God," said the Apostle. We stand for that, here in the Diocese of Fort Worth, however imperfectly.

Archbishop Davies was last seen above the skies of Haverfordwest, Pembrokshire, in the land of Welby's Chinos.

God bless,

LSP