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The enemy of our souls would have us subscribe to the mentality of being endlessly busy, and therefore it being excusable to relegate God to a Sunday morning church service, if that. Thus, many in our churches today are powerless Christians and/or Christians in whom faith and fellowship with God is sorely wanting.
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We Never Dreamed Of An Evil Like Obama

January 17, 2014

When I was growing up we looked forward to the future with an anticipation of wonder pursuant to the possibility of flying cars and space stations on distant planets. The wonderment of science captured the imagination of many children in those days.

We grew up with statesmen and leaders we were proud of and looked up to. Sure they were men and women with feet of clay, but they loved America and cared about her future. There were turbulent days that helped shape my young mind. I recall vividly the tumultuous times in Africa that I read and studied about through the 1960s. I recall one particularly gruesome National Geographic story that actually showed pictures of pipes that were forced down the throats of Africans by their own tribesmen. I remember the day I met my new neighbor Tanya. She had just arrived from Hungary where her country was being invaded by Russian Communists. I will never forget her showing me a stick with foil around one end. She told me her grandfather, who was still in Hungary, had made it for her. It was a magic wand, and she could use it to make wishes. Remarkably, I still remember the solemnity she spoke with as we sat on the front steps of her family’s home which was next door to my house.[adsanity id=8405 align=alignleft /]

I remember the quiet days at my grandmother’s house during the summer. I recall entering Jr. High School and feeling just a little more grown up. Summers at my grandmother’s were spent hunting, fishing, playing word games, traipsing through the woods, playing army, and attending vacation bible school. I will always remember Mrs. High, my homeroom and algebra teacher, as she wept when word came across the school public address system that President Kennedy had been assassinated. A bright afternoon turned suddenly dark, even though we didn’t fully grasp the impact of what had happened.

Then High School. Things were changing and changing quickly. Vietnam was now a part of our lives, as was Dr. Martin Luther King and campus unrest. There was the first manned space flight, the first manned space orbit, and we watched with astonishment as man first stepped on the moon.

Growing up, we were proud to be Americans. We had the security of solid home lives and extended families living within walking distance. Our neighborhoods were Rockwellesque. While many were concerned about the draft and Vietnam, our concerns still focused on careers, work, getting married and beginning families. We were excited about life and looked forward to enjoying the America we loved. And then things changed.

The rioters on our college campuses weren’t just dissenters — they were hardcore communists and Marxists. They advocated for and protested against the very traditions that had shaped our lives and made us a better country. Suddenly life was no longer sacred unless you were the perpetrator of a crime, and then, the more heinous your crime the more precious your life. The lives of unborn children were no longer deemed sacred. Stay-at-home mothers were looked down upon as ignorant and uneducated. God was no longer welcome in the public schools. And then, the Marxist protestors became professors and began taking over the college classrooms. Ecology was no longer an elective you took to simply mark time in your final semester; it, seemingly overnight, had become a pagan form of earth worship that students were being forced to embrace.

And out of that cauldron of Erebus came the likes of Obama. Even though he grew up with a life of privilege, the culture around him was one of hatred, bitterness, envy, and distrust. The hope of tomorrow in his world was one of overthrow and rebellion.

We grew up loving America and with the desire to embrace all she had to offer. Obama grew up with and associated with those who taught divisiveness, conquest, antipathy, and rage.

Never in our lives, as we were growing up, did we envision an America such as we live in today. We could never have imagined a government that stripped people of their property rights and financial freedoms. Never could we have imagined having such an Erebusic reprobate tapped to lead our nation. President Kennedy was a philanderer of epic proportions, but still he and Jackie brought dignity and pride to the office he held. Jackie Kennedy was the embodiment of class, dignity, and sophistication.

But the Obamas are the antithesis of that. They are the personification of tawdry, common, and dishonesty. Growing up, nothing prepared us for that which We the People are confronted with today. Nothing prepared us to think that one day our beloved country would be lorded over by those who hated her and her people. We had a history of the evil and divisive misdeeds wrought on the people of America by Democrats, but we were never prepared for those in the Party of Lincoln to mimic their behavior and seek to transmogrify the Republican Party into a de facto Democrat Party.

We may never be able to return to the days we enjoyed in the recent not-so-distant past, but if we do not man-up and realize who our real enemies are we are destined to become a gulag with paved streets juxtaposed to mud ruts and frozen horizons.[adsanity id=11210 align=alignleft /]

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Mychal Massie

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Mychal Massie

Mychal S. Massie is an ordained minister who spent 13 years in full-time Christian Ministry. Today he serves as founder and Chairman of the Racial Policy Center (RPC), a think tank he officially founded in September 2015. RPC advocates for a colorblind society. He was founder and president of the non-profit “In His Name Ministries.” He is the former National Chairman of a conservative Capitol Hill think tank; and a former member of the think tank National Center for Public Policy Research. Read entire bio here

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