Resurrect the Republic

Folks, let's face it the Republic is dead. With a stroke of a pen, the fraud-in-chief signed America's death certificate this week. She died a slow, painful, and near her end, a pleading for life death caused by the cancer of progressivism, a disease of the brain that causes the host to believe the Constitution is no longer relevant, it has outlived its usefulness, and that Government experts know what is best for the people and nation.

When I tried to put my feelings into words, I had a strong sense of loss, a grieving, as if I mourned the passing of a dear, loved one. That's why I wore black clothes most of this week. Now, I never met a feeling I can trust so as rational thought regained control, I looked to God, the Supreme Ruler and Judge of the Universe. Re-connecting with my Creator in prayer has a way of grounding, stabilizing, and clarifying. God reminded me that He holds the future in His hands, and no matter how much the pretended leadership of this nation mocks Him and those of us who know the Risen One - Yeshua - we know He has resurrection power. In this truth, we have faith.

With this faith, I have to choose. Will I continue to serve a false hope that somehow we, who are finite, can turn the ship of state around? Or, will I follow the lead of the Infinite, Holy One? In a recent after-signing speach, the mocker-in-chief ridiculed those of us who opposed the death legislation and feared the loss of freedom in America. He laughed at the notion Armageddon would begin, asteroids would strike the planet, and great cracks in the earth would appear. He said he looked up to see if these things would happen and as it turned out, it was a nice day. The Lord reminded me of other self-proclaimed world leaders who mocked the Almighty: Pharaoh, Nebuchadnezzar, Alexander the Great, and Caesar. God in His mercy gave them time to repent. However, while God deals with our proud leaders in Washington, what do we, the people do.

As I see it, faith leads me to choose resurrection life. How do we resurrect the Republic? People of faith, and specifically the Body of Christ, must begin in prayer. Most of us are keenly familiar with this passage of scripture from 2 Chronicles 7:14, "If . . . My people who are called by My name humble themselves and pray, and seek My face and turn from their wicked ways, then I will hear from heaven, will forgive their sin, and will heal their land." For me, the sin of progressivism stands out. It is a slow destroyer, but a destroyer nonetheless. I reject progressivism in all its many forms, and specifically false compassion that believes Government can provide better for people than the Creator. I embrace the cause of liberty anchored by the Constitution. I choose to stand shoulder-to-shoulder with other liberty-loving Americans who look to our nation's new birth of freedom, re-founded on Constitutional principles, which protect our God given rights of life, liberty, and pursuit of happiness - the guarantee that what He provides to His people is not taken away under the guise of redistribution by a government of, by, and for elites.

Christmas Miracle

On Saturday, December 19, 2009 around 1 PM, I had a bad accident. To avoid hitting a small, mid-1980s, gray, "well used," Honda Civic (no tail lights), I chose to lay my motorcycle down on a busy street. Time seemed to shift its physical properties and slowed its natural pace. I remember saying a quick, "Jesus help me prayer," reminding myself to hang on and starting the ditch process I had studied, mentally prepared for many times, but after years of riding, I never had to use. I remember the initial impact with the street, then things are a bit fuzzy until maybe seconds, maybe minutes later.

I looked to my left and saw a large, black pickup truck heading for me and it stopped in the street's center lane next to me (in the left lane). I turned my head to the right and watched the little Honda drive away. I heard car doors slam, and then a woman looked into my helmet, identified herself as a paramedic licensed in another state, but requested my permission to, "Check me out."

I felt burning pain throughout my back, chest and right shoulder. I could not breathe, but I managed to tell her, "Okay." As she asked me a bunch of questions, checked my responses to hand and foot movements, I watched a young woman, and someone else, lift my bike off of my right leg.

I heard someone ask, "Did anyone call "9-1-1," and I heard another say, "Yeah, I did and they're one they're way."

Then, I heard the sirens, and saw a fire truck pull near my left side. The Lakewood Police, Fire and Rescue, and others asked me more questions, and I answered them as best I could. All I could think about was my wife, Mary, and how we were supposed to meet for lunch at the restaurant just down the street from where I laid. I kept asking someone, please call her, but I guess they had other things on their minds. Then, the paramedics decided to cut me out of my jacket and pants. I knew my gear had kept me alive, but I was not too sure for how much longer, because I still found it difficult to breathe. Then, that first lady paramedic looked into my helmet again and said, "I know you may not believe me, or may not want to hear this now, but you are going to be okay."

I do not know how long it took the rescue team to scrape me off the street, strap me to the most painful board on the planet, and place me in the ambulance, but I remember begging someone, anyone to call Mary.

They could not get an, "IV," started. Each time they tried, my veins collapsed. I heard one of the paramedics say, "We better get him to the hospital." We took off right away.

Sometime later in the hospital, after x-rays, cat scans, the removal of my helmet, and the successful insertion of an, "IV," I got the attention of one of the young police officer's who promised to call my wife.

Hours passed before Mary and our thirty-year old daughter, Michelle arrived. I was still strapped to the, "torture board," when our thirty-five-year-old son, Dan, showed.

This is when the miracle happened. For almost three years, our son and daughter have not spoken to one another. As I watched them work together to support their mother, my dear wife, Mary, God filled me with His joy. I was so grateful to Jesus for letting me witness His use of my broken body, to bring reconciliation between our children. The greatest Christmas gift I could receive was seeing our children treating each other with kindness. This joy transformed into strength, and I knew I would be okay.

Don't get me wrong, the pain did not go away, but I had a joy and strength that surpassed the damages, which listed can be sung to the, "12-Days of Christmas," tune: 6 broken ribs, a broken collar bone - in 3 places, and a fractured shoulder blade.

My riding days are probably over (Mary demands that I sell the bike after it is fixed), the orthopedic surgeon tells me that it will take a year for all my broken bones to heal, and I still may have to have shoulder surgery if she is not satisfied with my progress. Nevertheless, if God used a crash to help bring our children back together again, it is okay.

Another Nail In America's Coffin

The Senate ignored the will of the people of the United States of America. It's time to fight, no longer with words.

Book Recommendation

Folks,

Last night, I started reading a novel. The title of the book is, "Patriots." It is written by James Wesley Rawles. The Amazon Link is: http://www.amazon.com/Patriots-Novel-Survival-Coming-Collapse/dp/156975599X/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1255267201&sr=8-1 .

This is not a book review because I have only read the first two chapters. However, I can tell that this work is important for others to read. If you suspect that the our government's behavior is taking our nation and the entire world down a path to economic and social collapse, James Wesley Rawles paints a, I believe, near future scenario that is realistic and tells how his characters were prepared to face for what followed. Since I don't know how the book ends, I can't spoil the story for anyone. Based on what I've read, if you care anything about the Constitution of the USA, I recommend that others read it too.

Charles J. Patricoff

Author of the Civil War Series: Destination Hope

October 4, 2009 – Bible Study – Psalm 55:1-23

What is the main point?
It is a fearful thing for us, who understand righteousness and desire to live upright lives, to see wickedness abound (vs 4), and to see our leaders - elected leaders - act wickedly (vs 3). Where is the justice for the American citizen taxpayer? Are we reduced to nothing but subjects to BHO and his cronies? Why did he and his wife, and their friends have to fly to Denmark to make another speech, and why did they have to take separate planes - all at the expense of American citizens? Who would have benefited if they had won the Olympic prize? The questions are endless because wickedness knows no bounds.

What does God reveal about Himself?
Yet, God sees, He hears, and He knows the judgment He plans for the wicked. BHO has violated his covenant (vs 20) - to protect and defend the Constitution, which he considers to be fundamentally flawed. God will let BHO and his house (including his Czar friends) go down alive to Sheol, for evil is in his dwelling, and in his midst (vs 15).

What insights can I apply to my life?
As for me and my house, we will serve the Lord (Joshua 24:15). Our God is our refuge (vs 8). Even when He brings terrible calamity upon our nation for its many grievous sins, I know I can trust Him (vs 23).

How can I honor God with this passage?
I choose to repent of my sins - open and secret - for only when I humble myself under the mighty hand of God can He raise me up to be the man He intends - a light unto the Gentiles and a hope to His people - Israel.

Radio Spot

Folks,

Friday, September 11, 2009, I will be on the morning show, "The Breakfast Table," on AM-91 (KPOF 910) from 7-8 AM to talk about the Saturday 9-12 Rallies in D.C. and Denver (see link below). I hope to see you Saturday at the Colorado State Capital Building (West Steps).

Charles
THE CONSTITUTION MATTERS


9.12 March on Denver

Glenn Beck's, "Common Sense"

I finished Glenn Beck’s, “Common Sense.” If you know what it means to be a Liberty-loving American, please read his book.