It is time for the intimidation and threats to end.  Churches and pastors have a constitutional right to speak freely and truthfully from the pulpit – even on candidates and voting – without fearing loss of their tax exemption.
The Alliance Defense Fund is seeking pastors to stand with them and once again reclaim their constitutional right to speak the Truth.  Visit the ADF for info on the way Pastor's can fight back.

“Obama ain’t black.”

I turned to look over my shoulder to see who had uttered that ridiculous statement.

“Pardon Me?” I squinted at the dark-skinned man who had just interjected himself into my over-coffee conversation with my buddy, Kevin.

“Obama ain’t black.” He said again more matter-of-factly as he walked around the porcelain dividing wall and stood at our table where he could be more active in our conversation.

“My name’s Andree,” he said as he extended his hand. “I couldn’t help but hear what you boys had been discussin’ and I don’t mean to stick my nose in where it don’t belong, but I couldn’t leave without settin’ you straight. Obama ain’t black.”

I looked at Kevin as he shifted nervously in his seat, not sure how to take this visitor to our table.

“Well, have a seat Andree,” somewhat trying to judge the book by its cover. “I’m Dave, but most folks call me Coach, and this is Kevin.” Kevin extended his hand politely.

“Oh, I know who you are. I‘m always seein’ you in the news and I listen to your radio show, that’s why I decided I needed to say something. Do you mind if I have a seat?”

“Absolutely…sit down.” He had my attention as I tried to figure out where this conversation was headed.

“I don’t have a whole lot of time, so let me say my piece and then I gotta get off to work.” He was dressed neatly in his brown package-delivery service attire.I want you to know that not all black folk are the dummies the media makes us out to be. Lots of us think for ourselves. You have a voice, Coach, but more importantly, you have courage. You are not afraid to say what needs to be said. I know that about you. I don’t really know you…but I know that about you. The kind of courage you have is rare these days.”

“Thanks, Andree,” I said as I looked into his deep, thoughtful eyes. “Feel free to say what is on your mind, brother….” (Bells and sirens starting going off in my head.) I had just called this strange black man “brother” – and not because he was black but because I’ve developed a habit of calling fellow Christians “brother.”

“Please forgive me, Andree,” I hurriedly interjected an apology for my insensitive remark. “I didn’t mean anything by it…sorry if I offended you.” He leaned forward slowly and looked directly in my eyes. “See, that’s why I sat down here, brother; and we are brothers. They’ve got even honest folks like you afraid to speak the truth. Talk to me like I’m white, and I’ll talk to you like you were black, OK? Let me fill you in on what is really going on.” “Obama ain’t black -- only his skin is. He is what I like to call a BOSCO…Black On Skin Color Only. They are doing all they can to try and convince everyone that he is black but Obama is white.”

I was not sure how to react. I was only thinking what would be said about me if I were to say this on my radio show or write about it in my weekly column. But I wasn’t about to do that. I’m aware of the double standard that exists. Only whites can be racists, blacks can’t. To say what Andree had just said has ruined many a career. A white guy would have to be a fool to raise questions regarding Obama’s blackness in today’s PC culture.

“Come on now, Coach,” he continued. “I know you are a man who is not afraid of the truth, so let me pass you a little pepper to mix with that salt of yours. The only thing black about Obama is his daddy. Other than that, he is a white boy. His mama was a white woman from Kansas, he was born in Hawaii, his daddy wasn’t even an American, he moved to Indonesia at the age of six, moved back to Hawaii at the age of ten where he lived with his white grandparents who enrolled him in an uppity prep school. He went to college at leftist Columbia, and eventually Harvard law school. How many boys from the hood can claim those accomplishments? There ain’t one thing black about his life-experience. Obama is a BOSCO. If he had a white face he would just be another Dennis Kucinich.”

“Jesse Jackson is black. Al Sharpton is black. Minister Farrakhan is black. But Obama…sorry, Coach, Obama ain’t black. You see, those in the black community will tell you that you are black by the way you behave, not by the color of your skin. It is a cultural thing, as the rappers love to say.”

“Clarence Thomas was never accepted by the black community. Neither was J. C. Watts, or Kenneth Blackwell, or Michael Steele. In fact, Bill Cosby was on of the most admired blacks in America until he started talking like he was white…expecting black daddies to raise their babies. Remember, being black is a cultural thing. Bill Clinton was black and so was Hillary, at least until she ran into Obama. He made her look like a pale-face. Why, just last week Rev. Jackson accused Obama of ‘talking down to blacks.’ How does a black talk down to blacks?”

“I get all of that, Andree, but why is Obama so popular with limousine-liberal, white politicians?” I asked.

“Come on, Coach, I thought you were sharper than that. Obama is popular because he is a BOSCO. He has a black face, which makes all of those on the black-plantation vote for him out of hope, but he talks and thinks like a white guy. Jesse couldn’t pull that off. Sharpton could never appeal to white folks, but Obama can pull it off because he doesn’t act black, he just looks black. He is less scary to white middle class America. He thinks and speaks like them. Most whites will vote for a black face, but they will never vote for the black culture. Obama holds the black vote and snookers the white vote.”

Look what happened when it was discovered that Barry O. may have thought like a black guy. You remember Rev. Wright and his black liberation theology? Well, for twenty years Obama was buddies with the Reverend so that he could convince the black community that he wasn’t just another J. C. Watts, but when the truth about the way his pastor really thought came out, Rev. Wright was booted off of the bus. Why? Rev. Wright scared white folks. He reminded folks of Jackson, Sharpton, and Farrakhan. But not Obama. Remember, Obama was raised white.” “Connect the dots for me, Andree.” How I wished others could hear this average black man’s perspective. “Why has he risen so fast? No one had even heard of him five years ago.” “Coachie,” he giggled. “I thought you were smarter than you are showing, being a talk-show host and all. The Democrats aren’t interested in Obama’s skin color. They are interested in his politics. Obama is a socialist...which is what they like. But it is deeper than that. They used to call Clinton the “Teflon President” because nothing stuck to him. Well, Obama is the “radioactive” candidate. You don’t dare touch him or it will be death to your career.”

“If you mention his religion, you are a racist. If you question his experience you are a racist. When you point out his leftist record you are accused of racism. If you are against anything he stands for then it has to be because you are another one of those hateful, racist bigots. He’s untouchable. Barry is a white socialist liberal with a black man’s face. Come on, Coach, do you think his meteoric rise had anything to do with his skin color? He is the perfect candidate to sell socialism to America.”

“I ain’t gonna say he is a Muslim like some others, but he sure isn’t a real Christian. I am a Christian and that is why I sat down to talk to you. Somebody has to tell the truth, Coach, somebody with some courage. Obama is a big-government socialist dressed up in a Willy Wonka suit. He will destroy what is left of America.”

“I love this country. I fought in Iraq for her….saw lots of men die. And I’ll tell you this; they didn’t die so that a woman could kill her baby or so that a man could marry a man. And I quaran-dam-tee you they didn’t fight and die to see this country handed over to the communists.”

“Barack Obama is not black, Coach. He is a white big-government liberal with a chocolate veneer. If he gets elected we’ll all be slaves. Please tell folks, Coach. Somebody has to do something. I know you are not afraid to speak the truth. Lots of folks are counting on you.”

He got up, shook my hand and walked out to his brown truck.

“Hmm.” Kevin grunted at me. “I hope you’re not thinking of taking that one on?”

“Not me,” I winked. “I could never get away with saying those things.”

Where are today's patriots and lovers of God? Are you one?

Washington Crossing the Delaware by Emanual Leutze

July 4th, like many of our other holidays, has lost much of its true meaning in the minds and hearts of many Americans. For many it is now just a day for parades, cookouts, and fireworks. Many of us have forgotten (if we were ever taught in the government schools that we attended) the profound, earth-shaking significance of this date and everything it represents for freedom, for civilization, for the first, and still only genuine, experiment in government founded squarely on the bedrock principles and beliefs of the Christian faith.

Even those of us who have some understanding and appreciation of this, dare we say it, miraculous, even supernatural, event in the history of the world usually fail to appreciate just how astounding, how improbable, how unique, indeed how truly miraculous, this event was, the signing of a Declaration of Independence and the birth of a nation of, by, and for the people. We are prone to just mindlessly repeat the lessons and stories we've heard, "Oh yea, there was a Boston tea party, and Paul Revere's midnight ride, and the Battle of Bunker Hill, and then George Washington defeated the British, and now here we are," as if it was no big deal, nothing very controversial, difficult, or fraught with peril. Nothing could be further from the truth.

What we call now the "American Revolution" was from the beginning, and until the surrendur of General Cornwallis in 1781, a venture of the most incredible daring and bravery and boldness and faith imaginable. The men who signed this Declaration and who authorized it and approved it and then fought for it had incredible faith in God, in His truth, in His Word, in the dignity that He confers on His creatures, in His will for them to have "life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness," and in their ability, and right, under His guidance, to govern themselves. And they were willing to put on the line their lives, their families, their fortunes, in short, everything that they had, to fight for what they so profoundly believed in. It was probably Patrick Henry who most eloquently and memorably put into words the sentiments that drove these courageous patriots to risk their lives: "Is life so dear, or peace so sweet, as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery? Forbid it, Almighty God! I know not what course others may take; but as for me, give me liberty or give me death!"

And they took these risks against incredible odds. The British army at that time was a formidable and brutal foe. King George sent four 30,000 man armies to put down this "rebellion," armies of highly trained and experienced professional soldiers. The American army, at least initially, was almost entirely just local and state militia, amateurs, just farmers, craftsmen, seamen, etc. pressed into emergency service, and in the early battles it showed - these militiamen invariably turned and ran when the battle got heated or even just threatened to go the wrong way. Washington is said to have lamented at one point, "Are these the men with which I am to defend America?!"

The American army suffered defeat after defeat after defeat, rarely winning a battle. It was often poorly equipped, poorly provisioned, hungry, sick, demoralized. It was infested with spies. All around them were colonists still loyal to the crown and quite eager to do or say anything that would assist the British troops and undermine the "rebels." The British had a policy of offering "pardons," and rewards, to any "rebel" who put down his arms and pledged allegiance again to the King and many accepted these "pardons" and rewards. There were many others just sitting on the fence, waiting to see which way the tide of the war turned so they could jump on the winning side. The cause of the American army and the American nation struggling to be born was an uphill battle from the beginning and for virtually the course of the entire war. It was hard, painful, costly, dangerous, scary, and the outcome very much in doubt.

Signing of the Constitution by Howard Chandler Christy

Lovers of liberty and righteousness, lovers of America and all that she has been, is now, and can be in the future, lovers of God, may we humbly and lovingly ask you a question today? We are today engaged in another battle for freedom, for righteousness, for America, and for our God. This battle too may be hard, painful, costly, dangerous, and scary, and the outcome very much in doubt. Are you a soldier in this battle? Are you now, or are you willing to become, a warrior in the "culture war" for the future, for the soul, of America?? Do you have the faith and the courage and the boldness of our Founding Fathers who risked everything they had so that a nation of liberty and righteousness could be born? We need men and women today, right now, with the same faith and courage and determination to fight for this country, for its principles, and traditions, and ideals.

This is what Minutemen United is all about, fighting for our country, and our God. Please join us. Your country, and your God, are calling you to this high, and noble, and urgent purpose.

May God continue to bless America, as America continues to serve and glorify Him.

In a city that harbors our nation's worst serial murderer (George Tiller), and allows sodomites to parade their sin like Sodom, and is inspired by the devil himself to silence the Gospel of Christ; we should not be surprised that Pastor Mark Holick has become a thorn in its side.  Pastor Mark was arrested again this past week for storming the gates of hell in Wichita, Kansas in the mighty Name of Jesus.  This time it was the Wichita
Pride Parade. 

We have often said, "It takes a village to kill a child."  Yes, it takes the complicity of an entire village to promote the kind of wickedness that is presently parading its sin and perversion in the streets of Wichita, Kansas.

What does it take?

It takes the deafening silence of the church.  Do you hear it?  The enemies of God are arrayed in all of their arrogant glory attempting to stomp the Gospel of Christ into oblivion.  It takes our governmental agencies viewing Christians as the real trouble makers and "disturbers of the peace," all the while turning a blind eye on those who have cast God's law to the ground. It takes businesses kowtowing to the abortion industry and the radical homosexual agenda.  It takes our public schools promoting "safe sex" (read: teaching our kids how to sin and go to hell), any religion but Christianity, an absolute acquiescence to the radical homosexual agenda, and the right of anyone to kill a child when and where they choose.

Keep given 'em heaven, Pastor Mark.....

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On July 2nd, we sent out to 8,273 homes in Atlanta a powerful message that exposes Planned Parenthood's abortion/racist agenda that has led to a black genocide.  Please keep in mind that out of 40,000 children this city kills annually, 25,000 are black.  Most of the minority community is still blinded to this harsh reality.  We prayerfully hope that scales will fall from their eyes and this wolf in sheep's clothing will finally be revealed.
On Monday, July 14th, Operation Rescue/Operation Save America will host a press conference in Atlanta during the national event.  Rev. Jesse Lee Peterson from B.O.N.D. will be the featured spokesperson.  Rev. Peterson will affirm to the minority community the message that they are receiving in their homes even as I write.  Check out Rev. Peterson's promotion of the event in Atlanta on his website.

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I know I make other Christians nervous. I’m not always sure why that is and to be honest with you, I wish everyone liked me. But, that’s not the way things are and I've learned to live with that fact. As Frank Sinatra sang “I Gotta Be Me.”

“You are like the thing in the middle of the washing machine….the agitator…” Pastor Greg wrote. “You slap us around real good, shake us all up, and send us off with our heads spinning. I haven’t figured out yet if I like it or not, but I do have to admit you knock the starch out of us.”

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Our Founders were brilliant men. When they wrote the First Amendment to the Constitution they used the phrase “or prohibiting the free-exercise thereof.” They knew what any back-woods football coach knows…use it or lose it. If you don’t exercise the muscle then it loses its power. Exercise is the key to strength. If we can’t freely exercise our faith, then we might as well not have it.

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