Original posted by Kit Lange at The Patrick Henry Society
There are days when I am filled with sadness for the state of my nation. There are days when I am filled with frustration, anger, and yes sometimes even rage. The disgusting state of our government, seeking control and the enslavement of its citizens, sometimes makes me wonder if the fight is even winnable. For decades, better men and women than I have stood on liberty’s line and faced down those whose evil appetites want nothing but our freedom, and some days it seems like we are even further in the rabbit hole than ever.
Today is not one of those days. Today I am filled with hope, because this morning patriots from across America will stand in a small town in the Pacific Northwest and say NO. What started as a small group of patriots standing up has gone viral, because we’ve had enough. Enough.
In the aftermath of a horrific event, that has taken lives forever and changed many more, the liberty that belongs to all of us is more at stake than ever. Nine souls were taken last week, by a coward whose name should be forgotten for all time. Their families are devastated, filled with a loss that only others in their position can ever truly fathom.
To us, they are fellow Americans who deserve our love, our support, and our defense. To Obama, they are nothing but a quick stop and photo on the way to a party with Jamie Foxx, where attendance costs $10,000 per person. They are an easy poster child for his agenda of criminalizing gun owners and removing the one obstacle left between the federal government and their dream of total control. To Obama, their dead loved ones were an opportunity. To us, they were Americans.
by Fabienne Harford from desiringGod
Pride will kill you. Forever. Pride is the sin most likely to keep you from crying out for a Savior. Those who think they are well will not look for a doctor.
As seriously dangerous as pride is, it’s equally hard to spot. When it comes to diagnosing our hearts, those of us who have the disease of pride have a challenging time identifying our sickness. Pride infects our eyesight, causing us to view ourselves through a lens that colors and distorts reality. Pride will paint even our ugliness in sin as beautiful and commendable.
We can’t conclude that we don’t struggle with pride because we don’t see pride in our hearts. The comfortable moments when I pat myself on the back for how well I am doing are the moments that should alarm me the most. I need to reach for the glasses of Christ-like humility, remembering that nothing good dwells in my flesh, and search my heart for secret pride and its symptoms.
On Saturday, June 27th, our friend, Leo Stratton, grabbed his video camera and recorded this yearly Portland, OR event – The Naked Bike Ride. Approximately 10 to 20,000 bicyclists take to the streets to protest the use of fossil fuels, women’s rights, minority justice, and maybe just irritation and chafing, to ride around the city naked without fear of punishment. This is the first of several videos (oh yeah, he has more of this lunacy on video) and this is an hour before the race hits the streets of S.E. Portland. Watch at your own risk as you will not be able to unsee these people and their assorted bums, wobbly bits, body hair and body paint.