Worn out fighter
I appreciate the zeal for the battle on this site, but unfortunately I cannot find men who are equipped to do battle against evil in high places--inept government.
Please see if you can give me some encouragement. Somehow we need to wake up fathers and equip them to stand and protect against the enemy.
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Born into a working class family in a small farm town. I had a grandmother who loved her Bible. She alone was the Christian and the one who sought to keep the family in the church. Grandpa couldn't help her because he was uneducated, he succumbed to alcoholism in his old age.
At 8 years I was literally convicted and went forward requesting to be baptized into Jesus's family. It was an earnest request and I was given an attraction to the Bible and the Christian movie epics like The Ten Commandments, King of Kings, etc. I picked up on things Christian, I had some Christian teachers in grade school, and I was a favorite of a priest who opened his door to the boys of the town. He was a good man desiring to teach us swimming, mind building games, and confidence. I read an illustrated Children's Bible from cover to cover by the time I was 12, and from there much of the New Testament.
By the time I finished high school, I had more exposure to God's word than all my friends, although I didn't realize it. I thought we were all Christians, even though we were doing what everyone else was doing. In high school we all knew the churches in the small town were dead. No joy, laughter, and wholesome fellowship. More like the Baptists running down the Assemblies of God, and basically no competent pastoral leadership.
Married at 19 to my high school sweetheart. We did the usual party thing with friends we grew up with. I was also advanced in work experience from working with my father starting at age 10.
My first son was born at my age 23. I read the Bible from cover to cover, it didn't fully click in my mind. Second son born at age 25. I had a family to raise. I managed to provide, but always funds were tight. I successfully found full time employment with the National Park Service, hoping to move the family out of the dying farm town. Great career and no better place to raise a family "in God's country."
When my sons were old enough to be babysat, my wife decided she needed a social life. The social life centered on the bars. Our friends were there. I hated the waste of money and time "fellowshipping" with drunks and those seeking to take the party from the bar to the hot tub. I couldn't put up with it, $250.00 a month spent at the bar was too much. We argued, our relationship strained, hospital bills for pnumonia, etc. When I refused to go to the bar, she pulled her hair out thinking that she was missing out on something. I desired a close-knit family, but she needed the attention and praise of friends TO THE EXTREME. She admired the landowner "cliques" in the bar. I was a peon and gave them heck, earning a reputation as a tough no-nonsense guy. I have lots of funny stories...
Finally, after she prepared her way by convincing friends and family that my temper was something to be feared, she took my sons and left. She moved into free government housing and got a job as a bartender. I WAS DEVASTATED. And I could not find help from friends who also attended the congregation in the bar. She filed for divorce after a year of separation. I remained innocent in order to NOT GIVE THEM AMMUNITION TO USE AGAINST ME. I picked up my sons EVERY weekend.
I read the Bible again. This time the words jumped off the page. I understood it because I was not under the illusion that my wife and friends were Christians. They claimed to be, but they knew nothing of God's word. Come to think of it, I never saw my wife reading a Bible, or my "friends." I was completely alone.
Divorce court: I did not break the marriage contract. I never laid a hand on her, and I did not commit adultery, she did. The judge applied family law in a fashion that made it legal for at-fault mothers to throw away not-at-fault fathers and steal his children and income. He would not return my sons to me because "this is not a moral court" and she was not doing anything illegal, "shacking up and bartending are not illegal." The judge actually said the things in quotes above.
I was horrified and worried about my sons being raised that way. Who was going to teach them to be wise loving fathers? Will my grandchildren have fathers?
I decided the best way to teach the Truth was to stand on it, in the face of silly judges etc. It was the only way I could see to reach my family and friends with the Truth. I openly and to their face refused to go along with unjust court orders. I demanded my sons back, but again she was not doing anything that would win me a custody battle. I knew I would need to write a book in the hopes of waking up fathers. God lined things up in my life amazingly, preparing me for battles increasing in scope and nature. While I mantained a healthy relationship with my sons.
I did write the memior. However, as you can imagine, such a stand against the government authorities confused my "Christian" family. I also could not find support in churches. I had to go it alone, seeking, finding, testing, and standing on scripture. No one loves my sons more than I do, and my role as father was taken from me against my will. Evil was being rewarded and good was being punished in the court.... I just couldn't give in to that.
Anyway, I believe that God may have chosen the "weak and insignifacant" to shame the wise, the courts and the educated-beyond-their-intelligence crowd administering government, today. I have no contacts to publishers. I gave my testimony to a pastor after attending a church for six monthes. He asked for volunteers, I offered to get to know him and volunteer so he asked for my testimony. After I gave it to him, he said my services were not needed. He cited Romans 13.
I am worn out. The battles are over, but I still cannot break through. My family and friends still need the Truth. I am still searching for friends, but I tend to intimidate, for some reason.
Can you help? Do you have a friend who might review my manuscript? It is written with humor and sarcasm, I think in the fashion of Mark Twain. It needs polishing, I'm sure, but the love of a father and the love of the Father comes through clearly.
America's fathers need to be equipped to stand on the Truth, to love, lead, teach, provide for, and PROTECT their children from our increasingly debauched culture. Too many generations have not been equipped, Ex 20:5,6KJV.
I have opened a huge can of worms, THAT MAY BE A SPARK TO TURN MEN BACK TO THE WISDOM OF GOD. Mal. 4:6
Please see if you can give me some encouragement. Somehow we need to wake up fathers and equip them to stand and protect against the enemy.
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Born into a working class family in a small farm town. I had a grandmother who loved her Bible. She alone was the Christian and the one who sought to keep the family in the church. Grandpa couldn't help her because he was uneducated, he succumbed to alcoholism in his old age.
At 8 years I was literally convicted and went forward requesting to be baptized into Jesus's family. It was an earnest request and I was given an attraction to the Bible and the Christian movie epics like The Ten Commandments, King of Kings, etc. I picked up on things Christian, I had some Christian teachers in grade school, and I was a favorite of a priest who opened his door to the boys of the town. He was a good man desiring to teach us swimming, mind building games, and confidence. I read an illustrated Children's Bible from cover to cover by the time I was 12, and from there much of the New Testament.
By the time I finished high school, I had more exposure to God's word than all my friends, although I didn't realize it. I thought we were all Christians, even though we were doing what everyone else was doing. In high school we all knew the churches in the small town were dead. No joy, laughter, and wholesome fellowship. More like the Baptists running down the Assemblies of God, and basically no competent pastoral leadership.
Married at 19 to my high school sweetheart. We did the usual party thing with friends we grew up with. I was also advanced in work experience from working with my father starting at age 10.
My first son was born at my age 23. I read the Bible from cover to cover, it didn't fully click in my mind. Second son born at age 25. I had a family to raise. I managed to provide, but always funds were tight. I successfully found full time employment with the National Park Service, hoping to move the family out of the dying farm town. Great career and no better place to raise a family "in God's country."
When my sons were old enough to be babysat, my wife decided she needed a social life. The social life centered on the bars. Our friends were there. I hated the waste of money and time "fellowshipping" with drunks and those seeking to take the party from the bar to the hot tub. I couldn't put up with it, $250.00 a month spent at the bar was too much. We argued, our relationship strained, hospital bills for pnumonia, etc. When I refused to go to the bar, she pulled her hair out thinking that she was missing out on something. I desired a close-knit family, but she needed the attention and praise of friends TO THE EXTREME. She admired the landowner "cliques" in the bar. I was a peon and gave them heck, earning a reputation as a tough no-nonsense guy. I have lots of funny stories...
Finally, after she prepared her way by convincing friends and family that my temper was something to be feared, she took my sons and left. She moved into free government housing and got a job as a bartender. I WAS DEVASTATED. And I could not find help from friends who also attended the congregation in the bar. She filed for divorce after a year of separation. I remained innocent in order to NOT GIVE THEM AMMUNITION TO USE AGAINST ME. I picked up my sons EVERY weekend.
I read the Bible again. This time the words jumped off the page. I understood it because I was not under the illusion that my wife and friends were Christians. They claimed to be, but they knew nothing of God's word. Come to think of it, I never saw my wife reading a Bible, or my "friends." I was completely alone.
Divorce court: I did not break the marriage contract. I never laid a hand on her, and I did not commit adultery, she did. The judge applied family law in a fashion that made it legal for at-fault mothers to throw away not-at-fault fathers and steal his children and income. He would not return my sons to me because "this is not a moral court" and she was not doing anything illegal, "shacking up and bartending are not illegal." The judge actually said the things in quotes above.
I was horrified and worried about my sons being raised that way. Who was going to teach them to be wise loving fathers? Will my grandchildren have fathers?
I decided the best way to teach the Truth was to stand on it, in the face of silly judges etc. It was the only way I could see to reach my family and friends with the Truth. I openly and to their face refused to go along with unjust court orders. I demanded my sons back, but again she was not doing anything that would win me a custody battle. I knew I would need to write a book in the hopes of waking up fathers. God lined things up in my life amazingly, preparing me for battles increasing in scope and nature. While I mantained a healthy relationship with my sons.
I did write the memior. However, as you can imagine, such a stand against the government authorities confused my "Christian" family. I also could not find support in churches. I had to go it alone, seeking, finding, testing, and standing on scripture. No one loves my sons more than I do, and my role as father was taken from me against my will. Evil was being rewarded and good was being punished in the court.... I just couldn't give in to that.
Anyway, I believe that God may have chosen the "weak and insignifacant" to shame the wise, the courts and the educated-beyond-their-intelligence crowd administering government, today. I have no contacts to publishers. I gave my testimony to a pastor after attending a church for six monthes. He asked for volunteers, I offered to get to know him and volunteer so he asked for my testimony. After I gave it to him, he said my services were not needed. He cited Romans 13.
I am worn out. The battles are over, but I still cannot break through. My family and friends still need the Truth. I am still searching for friends, but I tend to intimidate, for some reason.
Can you help? Do you have a friend who might review my manuscript? It is written with humor and sarcasm, I think in the fashion of Mark Twain. It needs polishing, I'm sure, but the love of a father and the love of the Father comes through clearly.
America's fathers need to be equipped to stand on the Truth, to love, lead, teach, provide for, and PROTECT their children from our increasingly debauched culture. Too many generations have not been equipped, Ex 20:5,6KJV.
I have opened a huge can of worms, THAT MAY BE A SPARK TO TURN MEN BACK TO THE WISDOM OF GOD. Mal. 4:6
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