Note: You do not have to be a Christian, or even religious, to glean truths from ancient texts, such as the Bible.
In the Bible there are prophets, they do the heavy lifting. They try and change the zeitgeist of the day, appealing to the people to turn back from the path that they are on, and to remember how they were commanded to live. One might call them eccentric, for instance; they wore funny clothes like a camel’s hair cloak, ate peculiar things like locust, had really weird types of transportation, including a fish big enough to swallow a man and then spit him out in the last place on earth he wished to be, right at the doorstep of his enemies.
Ultimately, most of them were killed in horrific ways – beheaded, sown in animal skin, burned alive, slain with a sword, etc. Now, not all died horrific deaths, but a good many did, as to make one think twice before proclaiming oneself as this type of herald. Yet, in times of great calamity, one or more would always arrive on the scene and, in the particular story, call for repentance and/or proclaim doom, but also provide hope and a path to blessings and restoration.
The South must have her prophets!
Now, I’m not talking about telling the future, although a general look at what is happening around us makes that not only possible but easy. The obtuse nature of many today can make anyone observant enough to seem like a regular Elijah or an Ezekiel.
Interesting thing about Elijah, he took on a wicked woman, Queen Jezebel. He won great victories over the false prophets, those who should have been serving the God of their people, but who instead turned towards the pleasure gods of the wicked tribes around them, the very tribes which they had been commanded to drive from their land. But, in the end, he went and hid under a tree, in fear for his life from a belligerent woman. I’ve met a few men like this before.
Ezekiel is a different character altogether, he saw visions of fire from heaven, wheels within wheels, angelic beings of all sorts, enough to make a fantastic fantasy film. The Valley of Dry Bones is an amazing story where God brings a dead nation back to life by the breath of His Spirit. But most importantly, in my opinion, he gives us the story of watchman on the wall. The watchman was to watch for those with swords approaching the wall, and to warn the people of impending doom. If the watchman blew the trumpet in time for the people to be warned, he had done his job. If the people did not heed his blast, their destruction was upon them, and his hands were innocent of their blood. However, if he did not blow his horn to warn the people, their destruction was on the watchman. And, shame on him!
So, speaking in my most prophetic voice, not wishing that any of you should not be warned, and securing my place among the valiant and blameless watchmen. I blow my trumpet and declare to you this day!
Shame, shame, shame on you, Southern man!
Who has bewitched you?
You live comfortable with your new Yankee Karens, driving you from the public spaces, crawling in fear that they may call you a hurtful name. Just be honest, you are afraid of telling even your family and friends of your love for the South and her people, in the fear that they may reject you. Well, shame on them if they do, but even greater shame on you if they have no clue as to the love you have for Dixie!
Why do you complain about your adversaries, as you stand motionless to do anything about it?
Now, you’ll complain about all the things wrong in America, when all you should really be concerned about is the South and your state. You embrace the symbols and culture of this evil degenerate empire that laid waste to your people, and are still trying to destroy every memory of her beauty and glory. You’ll raise your Yankee flag, and you will celebrate your Yankee holidays. As a matter of fact, you’ll celebrate one this week, Veterans Day. However, in almost all your Yankee-occupied Southern towns, there will be no SCV contingent allowed to march, but you will still vote for the same mayor or councilman that have denied them the opportunity to honor our heroic dead. Do you even consider that all these war dead were completely unnecessary?
Shame on you!
Are you that naive to think some carpetbagger politician will be your savior?
How absurd! But you go right ahead and believe the plan, fly your Trump flag, because you’re too much of a coward to fly the flags of your people. I’m not even talking about flying the Confederate Battle Flag, but at least fly your state flag, or perhaps a variety of Southern flags that won’t raise much suspicion among the uninformed. But whatever you do, do not desecrate our flags by pairing them with the Empire’s rag, and especially not above them. Perhaps a long time ago in the past, when there was a relative peace among us, that may have been tolerable. But now they are digging up the graves of your ancestors.
Shame on you!
Why do you blaspheme a holy and righteous God with your national idolatry?
You actually place signs on your churches that read “Pray for America,” when the Lord God of Heaven is answering the prayers of our Southern martyrs, breaking apart the tyrannical American Empire bent on your enslavement. They sacrificed their gold, their blood was spilt to secure a Christian nation on our soil, and you dishonor them by placing both Empire and Israeli flags on the churches they built. Not just outside those buildings but snuggled up close to the Lord’s table and your pulpits.
Shame, shame, shame on you!
My dear brothers and sisters, as a herald for our people, I humbly and lovingly admonish you to turn from these ways. Return to everything beautiful that is Southern: our history, our traditions, our culture, our folkish, and ancient ways. Reject the illusion that America can be fixed or should be fixed. Become Southern again, unashamedly and exclusively. You will turn the hearts of the next generations from despair to jubilation in a revival of the greatest people to have ever called upon the name of the Lord, your people.
Deo Vindice!
God save the South!
Service to God and honor to the South.
Amen sir! This is such a timely exhortation. I went to hear a lecture recently at a public library on Dabney. The D.A.R. was there to ‘sanitize’ the substance of what was to follow with a prelude that included Bellamy’s pledge. I walked out. I also heard apologies made for Luther by Ligonier Ministries for his ‘antisemitism’ in a recent online presentation marking the German Reformation. I’m sure many more disgraceful examples could be cited by our other readers.
A few years ago (2016, I believe it was), my family and I attended a fiddler’s convention in Frankville, Alabama. We had been to this convention a few times prior to this, and had a wonderful time. This one was different. Before the music began, the master of ceremonies got to the center of the stage, and was bragging on Donald Trump authorizing dropping a few bombs on Syria. He didn’t elaborate on how this bombing benefitted those of us in this old schoolhouse in Frankville. (I suppose he didn’t know that the only group it benefitted was the U.S. war profiteers who manufacture the bombs.) Then he instructed someone to move the Yankee flag to the center of the stage. I knew what was coming next – the ‘pledge of allegiance.’ I’m sure my family and I were the only ones in that building who did not recite the pledge. I noticed the MC glaring at me, and assumed he would confront me in a few minutes, but he never did. The fiddlers were inferior to the ones who had played there in years past. Of course, I was in a foul mood after having to endure hearing all these naive Southerners recite the pledge to the flag of the government which hates their guts. We haven’t been back to the Fiddler’s Convention in Frankville since then.
Thank you,sir. I remember the Ligoner apology, for that , and their truly heretical misinterpretation on the matter of slavery at a recent conference. God will call them into account.
We share at least one pet peeve that drives us both up the proverbial wall. Another one for me is “Pray for Our Schools.” Why, in God’s holy name, would I ever pray for these degenerate Yankee indoctrination centers and cesspits?! The public “education” system is another idol that people (and way too many Southerners) worship in this country, as I’m sure you well know.
Concerning your comments about the vaunted “Stars and Stripes,” I wrote an article for my family members a year or so back titled “Southern and Confederate, by the Grace of God.” Since I wrote it specifically for family members, it contains too much personal and family information to publish here. But there is an anecdote I tell at the beginning of the article that I can share. One of our (female) family members for whom the article was written worked up courage to ask me why I never hold my hand or my hat over my heart during the playing of the National Anthem at public sporting and other events. The article goes on to explain my position on it, but what I answered the inquisitor initially was that, “Just as soon as they raise the Stars & Bars on that flagpole and the band plays “Dixie,” at that moment and not before will you see me snap to attention, and place my hand over my heart.” Permit me another anecdote:
We were at a H.S. football game playing away maybe three years ago or so. The home team band of course played the National Anthem, and I of course stood stoic during its playing with everyone around me looking intently and worshipfully at that Yankee rag, as they have been taught and systematically conditioned to do and in spite of what it truly represents. This is all bad enough as it is, but as soon as the last note sounded, the fella in the press box suggested over the loud speaker that we should all give a huge round of applause to the band for playing the national anthem of “the greatest country that has ever existed on the planet!” At that point I could take no more and blurted out, “Oh my God!; let’s cool our enthusiasm for the godless United States, shall we, Ricky Bobbie?” If looks could kill, I’d have been a dead man at that instant. It doesn’t bother me, though; if they don’t like it they can lump it, as they say. They’re definitely not gutsy enough to challenge me on the point, at least not face-to-face.
Pretty good write-up – a bit too “in your face” for my tastes, but not bad in any case.
Your sermon is a 10 sir. Keep in mind the “shamefuls” you’re speaking to have no upbringing or training. They need a PLAN. A manifesto. A … SOUTHERN MINUTEMAN FIELD MANUAL. A … STANDARD SOUTHERN UPBRINGING textbook, etc. Each one of us = a nation of one! If we all get trained and combine all the “ones,” a new nation will be born. Also remember a LOT of southerners hopped over a state line to escape the horrors of war just before and during Civil War I. “The South,” can and should be expanded by about 1 state out along the border. The whole south and nothing but the south so help us God. A successful CSA II = an “enlarged” all white south.
And there’s no time to waste concerning ourselves with what … older adolescents … are doing with any kind of “ball.”
http://nicholasstixuncensored.blogspot.com/2022/11/republican-wave-too-many-commies-blacks.html
https://ncrenegade.com/blood-moon-bloodbath-democrats-steal-midterms-communism-comes-home-to-america-crime-inflation-record-gas-prices-war-open-borders-and-corruption-win-big/
We can’t of course always agree on everything, Josey. The other side of that two-sided (one side pretty and shiny, the other side ugly and dirty) coin is that we can’t possibly always disagree on everything either. The above (minus the unnecessary and superfluous elipses and all-caps) is a thing we can certainly agree on, you and me.
Essentially what you’re saying, in not so many words, is that it isn’t necessarily the fault of the “shamefuls” that they are the shamefuls that they are in a great many cases (do correct me if I’m reading you wrongly here); that in fact they are counted among the shamefuls due in large part to their (shameful) upbringings.
If that is what you’re saying, then I couldn’t agree more. Christian charity towards the unfortunate other has to be a factor in all of this too; that I was personally raised and educated in a good, Christian home and community, doesn’t in any way mean that I should look on the misfortune of others not so fortunate as me as some sort of personal defect. They were “dealt a bad hand,” so to speak, and we should acknowledge that as much as we can without sacrificing principles.
It’s a fine line to walk, I know; but we have to walk it and remain faithful nonetheless. …
Conspiracy theorists are the new prophets of the predicting the future sort and some for sure (maybe all actually) are from the South.