President Trump’s favorite president, Andrew Jackson, gained the fame, which eventually elevated him to the White House by victoriously leading an army of Tennessee Volunteers in the decisive Battle of New Orleans during the war of 1812.
Jackson personally financed his volunteers. Brother Jed & Co. are volunteers; there are men, who know of our fighting experience, who have the wealth to finance us.
Another famous Tennessean, Davy Crockett, fought and died defending the Alamo with five volunteers under his command. Each volunteer was promised 4,600 acres of land by the Provisional Government of Texas for fighting.
If you do not have great wealth than I am asking you to donate $46 as payment for our volunteer work on the campus battlefields.
The motto of Tennessee is “The Volunteer State.” Alas, today the Volunteers are primarily known as the football or basketball team of the University of Tennessee, not as mighty warriors defending and expanding our country.
Quit yourselves like men; Don’t be a couch potato devoted to watching sporting events. Be a watchman on the wall and get in the fight or else support those of us who are at war. If you are from Tennessee perhaps you should double the $46 offering and make it $92.
Paul asked a relevant rhetorical question in 1 Cor 9:7: “Who goeth a warfare any time at his own charges?”
Remember Sister Cindy Smock is the prime fruit of The CMUSA over the years. I picked Cindy from the orange trees of Florida. When Cindy was converted, Anita Bryant was at the height of her career and the main promoter of Florida o.j. She paid a heavy price opposition to the homosexual way.
I used to say that Anita Bryant was the #2 woman in Christendom (my mother was #1). When we got married, Cindy advanced to # 1.
The noted rebuke I directed her way at UF in 1978, “Repent of your sins, you wicked woman,” may be the most famous pick-up line into the Kingdom of God in the history of the church.
Where would Cindy be if I have not been there to reprove and exhort her?
Cindy’s ambition had been to become the next Barbara Walters. Can you imagine Cindy on the View with those witches? Just the horrible thought should make you want to dig in your pockets and send us that $1000 bonus gift for our reserve fund. Or consider Cindy sitting in the seat of Rachel Maddow of MSNBC? That nightmare ought to make a monthly donor out of you.
“And it came to pass at the time when kings go forth to battle, David sent Joab, and his servants with him to war. . . But David tarried still at Jerusalem.”—2 Samuel 11:1.
Beforehand, David was always at the forefront of battle. Last year, Joab and his men were delivered from the Syrians and the Ammonites, but they did not win a decisive victory. The conclusive triumph only came when David led all of Israel into the battle. David slew 700 men in chariots, 40,000 horsemen and personally smote the captain of the Syrian host.—2 Sam 10.
Both through custom and experience David knew, “I need to be in the fight.” Alas, he remained at Jerusalem. If David had attended to what God wanted, he never would have attended to what God did not want!
The Devil will tempt old warriors with battle fatigue. After all, we have our excuse; we have fought more than our share of wars. There are the affairs of state or our local church, which require our attention. We deserve the solace of the palace and our family.
The old warrior must constantly rouse himself and beware, when he thinks he stands less he falls. War against Israel’s enemies had always kept David focused and strong against the temptation of the flesh and the wiles of the devil, who at this very time was plotting against David to bring him down.
Fall is the time when campus preachers go off war against sin, death and Satan. If we don’t take the offensive against the Evil One, then we become vulnerable to his fiery darts.
August 19, at Purdue University, I will rouse myself from the comforts of Jerusalem and invade the campuses wearing the whole armor of God and wielding the Sword of the Spirit, which is the Word of God.
Brother Jed & Co. need our friends on the home front to arise and be counted at one of the 10 “Liberators” to give $1000 now or to pledge yourself to be one of the new 10 monthly donors. Dig deep into your pockets to finance this mission, my friends.
For decades we have heard politicians campaigning for terms limits for Congressmen. If they get elected, their ardor for terms limits usually cools. Perhaps its time for have term limits for government bureaucrats, the deep state or as it has become known since Trump’s rise “the swamp,” which has become a permanent government.
Andrew Jackson deserves most of the credit for what became known as “the spoils system.” “To the victor belongs the spoils.” Jackson is one of Trump’s favorite president. He is my favorite Democrat president. The spoils system was a reform movement under Jackson. Instead, of a limiting a certain number of years for bureaucrats, a new administration ought to be able to fire the entrenched officials and bring in his own men.
Christ Cuomo curse laden invective with the repeated use of the preferred expletive among sinners of our time is comparable to what we hear everyday on campus, when students become upset with my preaching.
Few students can express themselves in casual conversation without constant use of the grossest profanities. The girls are as bad if not worse than the boys. When I scold students for their misuse of language, their usual response is “They are just words.” This retort stirs up my ire even more.
“Just words,” I reply. “This university is built on words, which are supposed to express great thoughts and ideas. The language arts are what separate us from the dumb animals. When you abuse the language, you are lowering yourself beneath the brute beasts.”
Professor Henry Higgins challenged Eliza Doolittle in “My Fair Lady, “The majesty and grandeur of the English language, it’s the greatest possession we have. The noblest thoughts that ever flowed through the hearts of men are contained in its extraordinary, imaginative, and musical mixtures of sounds.”
The noblest thoughts of the English language are contained in the King James Bible with which, starting August 19 at Purdue, Professor Smock will be confronting students. There is no book comparable. If you like what I am doing, please help during our fund-raising campaign. The KJ Bible has the power to transform anyone’s tongue
Yesterday, Cindy gave me the assignment of watching the two youngest grandsons (ages 1 & 2), while she packed to take the boys back to Martha’s in Missouri. She also had to pack for Evangeline’s and Justina’s oldest daughters to take them on to a holiness camp meeting in Searcy, AR, where we met Myrna about a decade ago.
Packing for three girls was quite a job for Cindy, because the ladies are expected to wear a different outfit for each morning and evening session. At least so Myrna says. Travelling with Myrna was like travelling with a wardrobe. She had 14 different outfits, no jeans or shorts.
I am hanging around home because I had to teach the adult Sunday School lesson and have my Bible Study Tuesday morning after which I will drive to meet Cindy and the granddaughters at the old fashion camp meeting, which everyone ought to experience.
Anyway, Cindy had a lot of work to do, so the grandfather had to entertain the grandsons. Now this was an unknown task for me, since I raised five daughters and no sons.
One thing I noticed about the brothers, which I deeply appreciate, is that they get along well together. The older does not pick on the younger, which may be a calculated move on his part because it appears that the younger will soon be bigger and huskier than the older.
The first hour was spent in the family room, which operates as a second play room, when the grandchildren visit. They have so many toys available that they quickly go from one to another. I thought to myself, “Too bad we don’t have cotton fields; I could send them outside to pick cotton, where they could productively spend their energy and learn discipline.”
The second hour I took them out on our porch, which spans the front of our house. Most of the time the boys spent running back and forth the length of the porch.
I observed that the oldest, Hudson, already is a self-imposed goal setter. One of these goals was to ride the concrete lions, which guard our entry. Afterwards, he cried out, “I did it.” He said that a number of times during his visit. Sometimes I wasn’t sure what he had accomplished. Nevertheless, he reminded me of my favorite boyhood story from the Golden Books, “The Little Engine That Could.” Hudson recalls to me that little blue engine that was able to climb the mountain because he thought he could.
While the boys were running and examining every thing on the porch, including my fountain and even the little stems falling from the trees, I picked weeds. I can’t stand weeds in my garden. Hudson decided he would help me. Alas, he picked the flowers instead of the weeds. I am going to have to teach that boy discernment.
Hudson is very outgoing and friendly; he rushes to hug grandfather numerous times throughout the day almost knocking me down on some occasions. On the other hand, I could not get Nixon to even sit on my lap until during this porch time when he reached out to me for the first time. I sang the old limerick to him, “Trot, trot to Boston to buy a loaf of bread; trot, trot home again the old horse is dead.”
Hudson wanted to get into the action so I was soon bouncing both of them on my knees and singing until I was ready to drop dead. Before that happened, Cindy came to my rescue and when they saw the grandmother, it was all over for the grandfather. So, what was a grandfather to do now? Take a nap, of course.
This soliloquy of Lady Macbeth petitioning the demons to enter her breasts and take possession represents the unsexing of women as well as men, which I have seen in my lifetime.
It started with the unisex movement of the ’60s. Followed by the feminist movement of the ’70s which was a direct attack on the natural affections of a mother to care for the children of her womb. We watched “the fairer sex” degenerate into the blood-guiltiness of Lady Macbeth, who yearned for the spirits to strengthen her to spurn her husband to murder Macbeth’s kinsman, King Duncan
Alas, in fifty years we have debased ourselves from unisex to multiple genders, which is demonic beyond the imagination your normal person when I was coming of age in the ’50s.
This trend among women of the last half-century, if continued, will end in turning them into hags as represented by the trio of witches (weird sisters), who tempted Macbeth to murder in order to vainly satisfy his selfish ambition.
Shakespeare’s Macbeth the spiritual battle between good and evil and the natural against the unnatural. The battle has been raging since the fall of Lucifer; we Christians must arm ourselves for this spiritual warfare. Macduff, in the end, slays Macbeth with the sword and Lady Macbeth dies at her own hand.
As I have been meditating on Shakespeare’s Macbeth the last two days, I have been thinking of my father who was Chairman of the English Department at my Alma Mater. As chairman he annually chose to teach the Shakespeare course. I was too immature (rebellious) ito take the course from my father. I regret in my old age that I did not take advantage of so many opportunities my parents offered. How interesting would it be to sit down and discuss Macbeth with my father now! Alas, that will have to wait for Heaven.
My father spoke of Shakespeare and John Milton as being the greatest writers of English literature. I fear professors do not emphasize the classics as they once did. The English professor who gave my father’s eulogy said, “Doctor Smock represented the Great Tradition.”
Students do not have the Biblical background to understand or appreciate a Milton or Shakespeare. In high school I remember studying Shakespeare’s Julius Caesar. However, if I remember correctly, we only read Mark Antony’s, “Friends, Romans, Countrymen,” speech. I remember as a boy that I enjoyed dramatically quoting these lines in front of a mirror over and over, which may have been a seed which later geminated into my life as a preacher.
Twenty or so years ago I revisited John Milton, especially Paradise Lost. I was able to discuss it with Dr. Eugene Etheridge, who was also an English professor and one of my early mentors. I have always been fascinated with the classical or ransom theory of the atonement, largely spurred by Milton. I am going to make it a goal to revisit Shakespeare, who possessed a genius understanding of human nature.
Reading Shakespearean English is like reading the KJV Bible for the first time. But it is well worth the effort.
My father, George Smock
How do we reconcile the warning and sometimes even the condemnation of the rich in the Bible with other passages that promise wealth to the obedient in the faith?
For instance, Deut. 8:18: “But thou shalt remember the LORD thy God: for it is he that giveth thee power to get wealth, that he may establish his covenant which he sware unto thy fathers, as it is this day.”
God brought the Jews out of Egyptian bondage with the silver and gold of Egypt; he promised them a land that flowed with milk and honey. But what did they do with the gold? Aaron melted it down and instructed the people to bow down to a golden calf.
Make sure we do not make an idol of our doctrines of health and wealth.
“We must seek first the Kingdom of God and his righteousness and the things which sustain life will be added unto us.”—Matthew 6:33.
If our heavenly father takes care of the fowl of the air, he can certainly provide for us. The lilies of the field are arrayed better than Solomon ever was. We can expect to be clothed better than the grass of the field.
Paul promised the Philippians, “My God shall supply all your needs according to his riches in glory by Christ Jesus (4:19).”
The Philippians had been generous to support Paul in his mission. Therefore, God blessed them abundantly. The Philippians were determined to use their resources to help Paul established the New Covenant among the nations of the world. The more wealth that the church has the better it can fulfill the Great Commission.
Proverbs teaches us how we can leave an inheritance for our grandchildren. A nation is only as strong as it’s churches and its families. “21Trouble pursues the sinner, but the righteous are rewarded with good things. 22 A good person leaves an inheritance for their children’s children, but a sinner’s wealth is stored up for the righteous. 23 An unplowed field produces food for the poor, but injustice sweeps it away.”—Prov 13.
Present Trump was elected to make America great and wealthy again. To do this he must have the backing of the church, which needs not to be ashamed of wealth and success.
The riches that the Bible warns against are ill-gained riches or gained primarily to consume upon our own lusts. This unrighteous mammon is stored up for the righteous.
We should be content in what we have for the present. The covetous can’t enjoy what they have because they are craving for more, never satisfied. However, present contentment should not eliminate ambition to improve our estate.
Wealth is gained over the long-run through wise investments and hard work, not the lottery. Fields need to be plowed; we have too much unfallowed ground in America. Oftentimes the poor are poor because they will not till the soil (talents) they have. Christians need to put their hands to the plow. Be careful about get rich quick schemes, cheating and fraud or promoting socialists’ schemes for redistributing the wealth.
Beware of the unrighteous mammon!
The following is a prayer I have prepared for my weekly Bible Study group based upon Psalms 23-30. Can I get an AMEN from Face Book friends? Franklin Graham has called for National Day of Prayer for President Trump on June 2:
Father thou hast prepared a table for your obedient servant, President Trump, in the presence of his enemies. Anoint him with the oil of the Holy Ghost until his cup runs over. Let the two angels of goodness and mercy follow him wherever you lead and direct. Let him not be ashamed of his desire to MAGA. Help him return our beloved country to our foundations. Allow not his myriad of enemies, who hate him with a cruel hatred, triumph over him; make them ashamed who hate him without a cause.
Redeem President Trump, O God, out of all his troubles. Guide him in judgment and teach him your will. Deliver him from the bloody men of the swamp whose hands are mischief and their right hand is full of bribes. When the devourers come upon him and his family to eat of his flesh and drink of his blood, make the gluttons to stumble and fall. Keep his head lifted up above his enemies, who surround him and would drag him into the quagmire.
Help the President to maintain his consistent joyous spirit, which is his strength. Deliver him not over unto the will of his enemies: for false witnesses are risen against him, who breathe out cruelty. Strengthen his courageous heart. Draw him not away with the wicked, and with the workers of iniquity, which speak peace to the American people, but mischief is in their hearts. Let the President’s voice thunder majestically to empty the miry swamp as he shines the light on their sleaze.
Bestow unto President Trump thy favor so that everything he touches will prosper. May he never be moved.
In Jesus Name, Amen.