The Soul Doctor, Brother Jed’s Virginity Test.

I can understand why females might begrudge virginity tests by gynecologists; their tests are invasive. Brother Jed’s test is not physically invasive.

Daily on campus, I ask, “How many of you girls are virgins?” Typically, a small minority raise their hands. Actually, more of them may be virgins then are willing to admit to it. Unfortunately, virginity, not promiscuity, carries a stigma in college life.

Next, I ask, “Who is willing to submit to Brother Jed’s virginity test? This is not a physical exam; it is a verbal test.”

Usually, I will find a willing humanist patient.

“Question number 1, have you ever had a penis in your vagina?” If she answers no, I inquire: “Number 2, have you ever had a penis in your mouth?” If she passes that test, I proceed: “Number 3, have you ever had a penis in your anus?” If she passes, I finally ask, “Have you ever had a penis in your hand?”

If she answers positively to any of these questions, I declare: “You fail the virgin test!”

If she answers negatively to these interrogations, I have one final question, “Are you a lesbian?” If she answers no, I declare: “You have just passed Brother Jed’s virgin test. Let’s all give this girl a hearty applause.” If she confesses to being a lesbian I warn, “If you have had your tongue in a vagina, you are not a virgin.”

Often a boy will claim to be a virgin and he wants to take the test: “I just have one question for you boy, are you a virgin because you can’t get any or are you a virgin because you don’t want any?”

For the girls, who have lost their virginity or given away it away without marriage, I say, “This is the good news; you can become a born-again virgin. Now girls don’t get to excited; I can’t promise you a new hymen; I am speaking figuratively. Spiritually, you can get your virtue back. In the sight of God, you can become as pure as the driven snow and you still might get a decent husband.”

Pausing to reflect for a moment, I then extend a word of encouragement, “On the other hand, the Bible does say all things are possible with God. If you are really a good girl, pay your tithes, sing in the choir or teach Sunday School, perhaps God can do a little miracle down there. And with the touch of his finger, he could give you a new hymen. Now I admit; I have never heard of that happening. But who ever heard of a virgin conceiving a child until Mother Mary came on the scene?”

Jennifer Gunter, a gynecologist who writes about women’s health issues, claims that virginity is “a patriarchal social construct.”

Social constructs are ideas that has been created and accepted by the people in a society but are not objective realities. Alas, the Blessed Virgin was not familiar with 20th Century pseudo social science.

Secularists and humanists are moral relativists, who are determined to abolish the very idea of virginity, because they likely lost their virginity illegitimately. Do away with the concept and in their twisted minds, girls will lose their guilty conscience. They may sear their conscience but they will still be condemned before God, if they don’t repent and believe the gospel.


Quin Hillyer, a senior commentary writer for the Washington Examiner, defends himself against President Trump recently calling the Never Trumpers “human scum.” Hillyer writes to Trump that “for two generations the Hillyers have worked in the trenches for the things your conservative allies value most.”

Many Never Trumpers report of being in the trenches for a long time, even decades before Trump became a warrior. We should all appreciate their stand; however, the trench mentality may be the problem.

Since the modern conservative movement of the mid-20th Century, we have not gained ground; we been pounded and lost ground. We keep having to abandon long held trenches and dig new ones further and further back. In retreat mode, we constantly have to redefine and water down conservatism.

We are thankful for William F. Buckley who battled in the trenches for decade with his National Review, which ironically now has become one of the most influential anti-Trump publications.

Conservatives under the leadership of Buckley dug their trenches in academia and “little magazines” other than the National Review. They became the conservative “intelligentsia,” a position of honor welcome at the Establishment cocktail parties. Others became advisers to Republican presidents and some even served in the bureaucracy.

Ronald Reagan was the political general who strove to establish conservative principles in government during the eighties. Reagan, however, did not take on the swamp, deep state, like Trump or Tail Gunner Joe McCarthy did in the fifties. Reagan, as good as he was, did not have the energy or leadership qualities or star power of Trump.

McCarthy, after some initial success of exposing the State Department as being infiltrated by communists, was finally defeated in his heroic efforts. Alas, since McCarthy, the media and establishment historians have been able to do such a number on him that few conservatives will defend McCarthy and are often afraid to expose liberals with the c-word for fear of being labeled as “McCarthyites” or some other pejorative like “racist” or “Nazis.” Trump has no fear of phony liberal labels.

In 1964 Barry Goldwater snatched the nomination for president from the Rockefeller wing of the Republican party before the evangelicals became politically active. When they were activated by Falwell, Sr. in the 70’s, Goldwater made the mistake of failing to embrace them and consequently his influence slowly was neutralized. We do give Goldwater credit for setting the stage for Reagan’s victory in 1980.

Suddenly out of no-where a new leader is raised up by God, Donald J. Trump. He appears on the political scene with the backing of powerful evangelical conservatives like Jerry Falwell, Jr., Dr. James Dobson and Franklin Graham. Donald Trump is elected president!

Trump exhorts the conservatives to go over the top of the trenches, and take the offensive against the liberal establishment. The entrenched conservatives say, “No way. We will be killed in no-man’s-land!” [Which just might be the case]. Conservatives are often afraid to be in control; they are content to be social and political critics instead of governing.

Trump is a natural leader. He is of the mentality that he will die trying. Or maybe a better way to look at it, Trump lifts the banner and shouts, “To hell with trench warfare, we are losing our country. Let’s man the tanks and roll over the bastards.”

Or even better, Trump commands, “Land by sea with the marines. Attack from the air with planes bombard the Capitol, which the traitors have occupied for decades.”

Commander-in-Chief Trump has the aggressiveness of Patton and the audacity of Billy Mitchell. The armchair generals fought Patton, especially when he even had the daring to slap a hospitalized soldier diagnosed with shell-shock. Patton called him a “goddamn whimpering coward.”

Billy Mitchell was court-marshaled [read impeached] as a result of accusing the Navy of “incompetency, criminal negligence and almost treasonable administration of the national defense.” Patton and Mitchell were not generals who were suited to fight a war of attrition; they were too tactical for the trenches.

Trump’s forerunner and ally Rush Limbaugh took the conservative movement to the airwaves to become “the father of talk radio,” which communicates with the common man in a manner which Buckley and his disciples could not do. Trump was ready and willing to get down and dirty with Hillary something the 16 Never Trumper candidates would not have done. However, some of them have been smart enough to board the Trump Train as soon as they recognized that it is unstoppable.

Never Trumpers need to rise up and go over the top. Otherwise Trump will continue to slap you in the face and call you worse names than even came out of Patton’s foul mouth. Patton hit the shocked soldier, pulled him out of bed and commanded him to return to the front lines. The General even reached for his pistol.

The Never Trumpers don’t know what they are dealing with in Donald J. Trump. He will not take flack from the Never Trumpers. Patton had to apologize to keep his command. But who is gong to make Trump apologize? Certainly not that witch in the House, Nancy P. Nor will the wimp at the Weekly Standard, Bill Kristol. Trumpites have the back of the President.

Is the Traditional Better?

My church still has a traditional form of worship, where the congregation stands and sings together to the grand organ with pipes dominating the front of the church. Each member of the congregation is holding a hymnal, robustly singing the same anthems that we have for all of our lives.

There is no minister of music with a microphone in hand singing over us; no television screen with the same simple lyrics to sing over and over and over. There is no band playing too loud; there is a robed choir, which has the best singers in the church. . . just chancel and congregational singing and hearing from God through great composers such as Charles Wesley and Isaac Watts.

There are no windowless walls with the lights low, no flashing lights or smoke from the stage. There are beautiful stained-glass windows, depicting Biblical scenes and reflecting light shining gloriously over God’s people and there are grand arches soaring high above and beautiful antique chandeliers hanging lofty over our heads.

So it has been since I was a boy attending the same church with my family, little has changed, except there are few, sometimes no, boys and girls. More often than not there are no children to come forward for the children’s sermon, even though the moment is still listed in the program. The boys and girls are now hoary-headed.

During worship my mind often goes back to the mid-20th Century, when I was a child and sat beside my parents and brothers and sister in the same pews. The pews were not cushioned then. Yet, the pews were much fuller with saints most of whom are now singing in the heavenly choir; sometimes I can almost hear their voices. I remember serving as an acolyte but now the acolyte is another one of those hoary heads!

Silently, I take solace in knowing the Proverb, “The hoary head is a crown of glory, if it be found in the way of righteousness.”—16:31


The President should not have chosen the word lynching to describe the Nancy’s (Caiaphas’) inquiry into Trump’s impeachment. Nancy’s sham is more like a mock trial and Crucifixion.

One Democrat operative said on Fox News that Trump needs to stop playing the victim and govern. In fact, Trump is veiling his ultimate victory in defeat, which his enemies, so blinded by pride and arrogance, cannot see. Trump will use impeachment to take back America from the claws of the beasts of the swamp.

Jesus was a victim on the Cross but through his Resurrection he became Christus Victor. The Ransom theory of the atonement is a metaphor which views the Crucifixion as the means by which Satan was trapped and defeated.

Satan overreached in conspiring to put Jesus to death; the Devil and his cohorts in the Sanhedrin condemned an innocent man. Neither Death nor Satan nor Hell could hold Jesus, because he was guiltless.

Jesus emerged victoriously from the tomb on the Third Day saying, “All power is given unto me in Heaven and in Earth.”

Trump will use this crucifixion to consolidate his authority and power and bring down “the deep state” and MAGA.

Trump the supreme strategist always wins. He will snatch victory out of the clutches of evil men just has he did with the Mueller “Investigation” [read: Inquisition], who in the end was exposed as an old uninformed fool.

Even should the House impeach the President and his “friends” in the Senate forsake him and convict him of phony “trumped up” House charges, he will be inaugurated as President for a second term by the people, the Deplorables. The way of the Cross ends with the Crown.


October 18, 2019, Purdue

I started preaching with my banner and drew an audience of 8 to 10 with whom I had a good discussion for about 20 minutes until it broke up. One girl had just two weeks ago been baptized by one of the campus ministries, gave a bold testimony. Hopefully, this will be the start of her being a strong student witness. A Catholic boy also stood up for the Lord.

On the other hand, a brazen woman boasted that she was an adulteress, lesbian, drunkard and a gossip. She had no shame whatsoever. It is remarkable how harden a person can quickly become in their sins. There was nothing attractive about this woman whatsoever neither physically or spiritually.

Later one of the outwardly prettiest lesbians that I recall meeting introduced herself to me as I was waiting for the next break. She merely wanted to take a selfie with my banner behind her. Obviously, she had no shame over her sin either.

About 1:30 a long-time preacher friend, who is a chemist, drove down from Wisconsin with his family. He had a 5 ½ hour drive having to go through Chicago. He preached between the break when there were few students. His message was, “What do you love, darkness or light?”

A Jewish boy with whom I have had several confrontations confronted the preacher. The Jewish boy did not even believe in the Torah. His religion appeared to be “standing up for what is right.” Clearly, he had no universal standard to which he could appeal for determining right from wrong. He could not see anything wrong with sodomy.

At the break, the preacher’s wife, Mary, spoke mostly giving her testimony. Her mother had been a radical feminist and her father a Marxist. Mary went to the University of Wisconsin and soon realized the hypocrisy of the feminists and fell into the drunken party life. However, during her undergraduate years, she found the Lord. She was influenced by the ministry of my long-time friend, Leonard Allen. Mary gathered several students around her.

For a time, the three of us each had people around us. There was a group of five, apparently 12 to 13- year old boys, gathered, who hung around for a while. They had lots of questions. They were not very respectful but I have encountered a lot worse.

I left campus at 3:30 while Mary was having intense dialogue with a young. There were many parents/high school tour groups, which passed by throughout the afternoon,


Pastor Jeffries calls his friend, President Trump, a “Christian Warrior.” Trump is reviving the warring spirit within the hearts of Christians, who have been overtaken and neutralized by the pacifism. Our epic hero Trump is waking up the church to the crusading spirit of old, which made the church great and enabled her to conquer with the sword of Truth and the shied of faith. The unbelieving world and the pacifists within the church picture us “Deplorables” as crazy. Paul warned that “the preaching of the cross is to them that perish foolishness but unto us that are saved it is the power and wisdom of God.”

Happy Columbus Day

October 14, 2019, Indiana State University

I carried a hand held sign which Sister Pat made for me which read, “HAPPY COLUMBUS DAY!” I announced to the students that in 1492 Columbus sailed the ocean blue and discovered American. I figured some would want to inform me that Columbus did not discover America. Sure enough; someone informed me about Leif Erickson. Let the dialogue begin!

None of them have been taught that Leif Erickson was a Christian. I did get a about an hour of mileage out of the Columbus issue, explaining how he paved the better way to the Cristianization of the “New World.” I compared the visionary and heroic life-giving faith of Columbus to the pagan way of death of the indigenous peoples with their false Gods.

Mental health as opposed to mental disorders was our main topic for the last hour. An overweight female claimed to have eating disorders. What is my solution? Start eating orderly. What about those suffering from depression? I answered chose the joyful life in Christ instead of the depressing life of unbelief and hopelessness. Terrible sufferings were inflicted by Jesus; yet he asked forgiveness of his enemies and he ended up a victor instead of a victim.

A high percentage of students claim to be afflicted with depression or some such mental disorder. One came out dressed with a black cone hat and multi-colored robe she claimed to have depression. I said, “No wonder you are depressed you admit to being a witch.” No wonder the students are depressed they lack vision and hope beyond this life, which is reflected in darkness and despair in this life.

I taught that we need to get over or overcome bad things that have happened to us in the past by keeping the proper perspective that we have ourselves wrong others. We need to be ready to forgive and not harbor bitterness nor blame God. I spoke of guilt which can rob of us peace of mind. They did not want or accept my simple life choice solutions. They have come to prefer their drugs or maybe the sympathy they gain for being a victim of past wrongs. The alternative to rejecting the joy of the Lord is accepting a life of gloom and ultimate doom.

Christopher Columbus faced a lot of hardships and rejection in his life; yet by faith he was more than a conqueror over his trials, tests and tribulations. On May 20, 1506, in Valladolid, Spain, with his two brothers and two sons at his side, Columbus uttered his last words: “In manus tuas, Domine, commendo spiritum meum (Into your hands, O Lord, I commend my spirit).” Thus, he assured himself of eternal happiness.

I was planning on only spending an hour on campus, since I wanted to prepare for my Tuesday morning Bible Study and pack to go back out on the road after the study in the morning. I ended up being on campus for three hours. Cindy and Pat stayed home in preparation for going out of town.



October 11, 2019, Arkansas State University

“Sister Cindy’s Slut Slamming Show” quickly captivated students’ attention. Two policemen arrived and we had a least two with us all afternoon. They did a good job of not allowing students to get too close or to jump up on the platform from which we spoke. The police here do not allow use of the F-Word. On several occasions the police had to talk to students about their use of foul language. To the credit of the students none argued with the police but complied.

Of the hundreds of campuses, I have preached on over almost a half century I never remember the police controlling the students cussing tongues. I commended the police for their stand. Sister Cindy said at the end of the day, “ASU is becoming my favorite campus over Texas A&M.

Sister Cindy was the star performer today. Twice I lost all but a few students as they surrounded Sister Cindy. They were very interested in her new sermon on the three hoes in Jesus ancestry. Hopefully, it gave the loose women on campus hope that they could yet accomplish something good in life.

When we tell the story of the woman caught in adultery in John 8, We often relate it in from the Jed and Cindy Paraphrase Edition of the Bible. Jesus finals words to the woman in this Bible are, “Be a Ho No Mo!” Students today picked up on that and several times in unison chanted, “Be a Ho No Mo!”

At one point at least 50 students form a prayer circle, often in these situations they are praying against our influence. Cindy prayed with a girl who has a Baptist/Methodist background. When she first came to campus, she was attending some of the Bible studies and Christian gatherings but she gradually slipped into the party life. The girl said to Cindy that when she got back to the dorm the first thing she was planning on doing was to call her mother. We are the answer to countless prayers of parents.

Once back in the 70’s I even had a parent from C.U. call me to thank me for being a positive influence on his son who was enrolled at the University. I stayed in the father’s home for many years in my visits to Boulder and he became a decades long financial supporter of our mission. He has since gone on to his reward.

Late in the afternoon a sweet girl wanted to personally interview me, I did not want to lost my stage 4 audience, so I said we could do it here. The students complied with her request to be quiet doing the interview which had a calming effect on them until we left campus at 5:30 after an early start of 10:45.


October 9, 2019, Southern Illinois University & S.E. Missouri St.

We started the day at Southern Illinois; however, we waited 90 minutes for a significant class break yet it never happened.

Since we were only an hour from Cape Girardeau, Mo, I decided to move on to that campus where we preached annually when we lived in Missouri for nine years. I called my friend, Bob N., who is a local Christian businessman. He reminded of the day over a decade ago, when the President of the University approached the Chief of Campus Security and asked, “Can’t we stop this?” The Chief responded, “This is the most exciting thing we have had at S.E. Missouri State since I have been here!” Later that week the Chief, who was a backslidden Assembly of God member, got right with God. This afternoon my friend, Bob, drove by campus to give me a generous check.

Cindy started preaching at 2 PM, which is later than we usually begin a meeting. Cindy gathered a crowd by reproving and rebuking two girls who were waiting for a bus. Eventually, we had a crowd of four hundred people. They were very stirred. The current Chief of Security walked up and asked, “Are you Brother Jed?” He smiled when I affirmed that I was and said, “OK”.

I held high my staff crucifix, which might have saved me from hear today. The image of Jesus on the cross took a blow which was directed towards me by a man who claimed he was an (expletive) Christian. He appeared to have many mental issues as so many students have.

The Christians were virtually all against us; they cannot bear our holiness doctrine. They were defending sin by claiming it is impossible to live holy. Two professing Christians were overbearing. I tried to get away from them when I was on the sidelines but they hounded me whenever I moved away. They claimed this was their way of showing love. They were claiming that it is impossible to continuously avoid sin.
We hated to have to leave shortly after 5 PM since we want to make Jonesboro, Arkansas to preach tomorrow.


October 8, 2019, Eastern Illinois

Cindy started preaching and the students tried an old tactic, which is to discourage people to engage us. Actually, they turned their back on Cindy and formed a little group. This ploy rarely works for long. Soon a few broke ranks and then they all did and Cindy had a sizable crowd. When the campus security arrived, they encouraged the students to move on if they did not want to hear our message. I did not notice anyone leaving. The two policemen stayed for most of the afternoon.

A smaller group soon gathered around Sister Pat. The students were comparatively behaved today as measured by past visits. I engaged a young man who was relatively familiar with the Hebrew Scriptures, who actually listened to my answers to his questions. Later, he came up to talk to me privately. He was raised a Catholic; however, after he started dating a Jewish girl, she informed him he would have to convert to Judaism if the relationship were to continue. Evidently, they are not dating anymore but he wants to study to become a kabbalist, which is a school of thought in Jewish mysticism. He was a serious young man.

When I was preaching, a middle-aged lesbian, whom I assumed worked for the university, started distributing condoms. I thought this would be a good time to call back Cindy to give her signature, “The Condom Gospel,” message. Meanwhile, I was on the outskirts of group gathered around the condom woman. She claimed to have a “wife.” She was showing the girls some female condom and how it is worn or whatever.

For the last hour I had an attentive crowd of largely women. Sister Pat said, “You sure captured the attention of those girls.” Since I was preaching with my staff crucifix, I reminded the students that to become a Christian is to embrace the cross which require a life of self-denial and results in suffering, sorrow, pain and rejection. Alas, rebellious men are unwilling to sacrifice a life of self-indulgence for the life of self-sacrifice.