HAPPY BIRTH PERSON DAY YOU PASSIVE DOLT.

Woke Folk cannot leave anything alone. They can never find enough things to be offended by, or to categorize as ‘racist’. To them, nothing is innocent. Now the Woke are trying to desecrate Mother’s Day 2021—the first one in my life that I have spent without my mom. Their latest invented category, designed to obliterate ‘Mother’ from our vocabulary, is: Birth Person. A term invented by crazy person?

Apparently, Birth Person liberates us from the racist, sexist, oppressive title of Mother. How stupid is that? How inane is that? Anyone who feels victimized by being called Mother, must have far deeper emotional and mental issues than this blog could ever fully address.

Birth Person is the next new term they will force on us. It will be the next required lie. Like the Airline Industry giving you the option to call your gender unknown. The sheepish Airlines would never have caved to such a silly thing if there were enough scientists and biologists with…well, enough gender to stand up to Woke-lore.

Nothing makes Woke bullies giddier than when one of their new terms becomes mandatory. They literally squeal with delight.

Did you hear the impassioned plea the ‘Wokist’ made for Birth Person? She appeared to be experiencing birth pangs while trying to make this a cause—a wrong to righted. She shared the pain she had suffered being called Mother!

But she is only a small part of the problem in America. The biggest problem comes from people who are too afraid to stand up to this insanity. And it is more than a harmless insanity. When they force us to use their words, it insults our courage, intelligence, and threatens our freedom.

They are as good as screaming at you, “HAPPY BIRTH PERSON DAY, YOU PASSIVE DOLT!” They count on the cowardice of corporations. They pander to the intellectually insecure, who will do and say anything to remain viable to the academic community.

They are relying on your fear of being labeled racist, transphobic, and, the grandmother of all slurs: xenophobic. Or should I have said the grand-birth-person of all slurs?

You may be fearful. You may be docile. Whatever. The fact is that every day the freedom to think—the freedom to disagree—the freedom to worship is being eroded by Woke bullies that few Americans are willing to stand up to. And shame on you for not standing up to them.

I take you now to my encounter with Woke pronoun terrorism. “I self-identify as a _____,” they said to me. “And that is what you will call me.” I told them I would not call them anything that is not true, because that would make me a liar.

When I asked them if I could be known as a 20-year-old man. They said, “Of course not, because you are not 20 years old.”  “Not even if I self-identified as one?” Their silence spoke volumes.

Do you not get it? We are breathing life into moral craziness and tyranny when we give credence to this garbage. Worse still, we are condemning our children to live under the domination of angry, crazy people.

I remember a day when Americans did not scare this easily. We used to be able to tell who the wolves among us were, who ‘self-identified’ as sheep.  Happy Mother’s Day.

A MOTHER’S DAY MIRACLE IN LAS VEGAS

Our tent went up in a dangerous part of Las Vegas in May of 2018. The site was surrounded by poverty, violence, and despair. That was the spot that God chose for us. We learned of the needs of this area in a very unusual way: Prayer tents.
These smaller tents offered free prayer to anyone who would ask. Locals simply entered the tent and teams would pray for them.  That is when we discovered the number one thing that burned in the hearts of these inner city moms. They all prayed for protection for their sons who were caught in the crossfire of gangs.
That is when an idea from the Lord ignited our outreach. We instructed moms to tell their children that this year for Mother’s Day they didn’t want flowers, chocolate, or a dinner in a restaurant−tell your sons and daughters you want them to come to the tent and hear the Gospel.
No sooner had this idea come, than we got a second one from the Lord: A raffle to pay one month’s rent to the winning mom.
We gave out the raffle tickets on Sunday, Mother’s Day, and told them the prize would be given out the next night. The Monday night was also designated as the night the mothers would be accompanied by their children.
Monday the tent filled up early. Soon it was time for us to give away the prize of one month’s rent. That is when something extraordinary began to happen. When we called out the winning ticket, a woman began shouting thanks to God, but not for the reason you might think.

She exclaimed that she had prayed that God would let her win, so that she could give it to a mom who could not be at the tent meeting.   “I want to give this to a woman I know who has two young children. She is in a wheelchair, and lives in a trailer park.”
The next day Mechelle, Frank Saldana, and some of our team went to the trailer park. They walked into the manager’s office and asked the lady in charge if she could tell us how to find that mother.  The manager began crying when she heard why we were looking this mom.  “I was going to evict her today! It’s my job, but I hated having to do this. This is a miracle.”
Mechelle, Frank, and the team sat with this wonderful woman in the wheelchair that was facing homelessness that very day. Not only was her rent made current, but Frank gave her a card for Inner City Action, and said, “Don’t worry about where you are going to live, just call us and we will make sure you will be okay.”
Tuesday night a businessman came up to us and said, “I need to pay the rent for both of these moms.”
Let’s go back to the original Monday night. We had found a Mother’s Day weapon! The tent was jammed with moms, sons, and daughters. I preached a simple direct call to surrender to Christ. The altar was flooded with young people, and mothers all over the tent got the greatest Mother’s day gift of their lives−the gift of knowing they would have their children with them in heaven, for eternity!

We wish all the moms the very best and blessed Mother’s day!

 

 

 

The best Mother’s day message ever

Never could it be possible for any man to estimate what he owes to a godly mother.  Fathers and mothers are the most natural agents for God to use in the salvation of their children.

 

 

Godly Mothers

By Charles Spurgeon

“I was privileged with godly parents, watched with jealous eyes, scarcely ever permitted to mingle with questionable associates, warned not to listen to anything profane or licentious, and taught the way of God from my youth up.”

“Then came a mother’s prayer, and some of the words of that prayer we shall never forget, even when our hair is grey. I remember, on one occasion, her praying thus: “Now, Lord, if my children go on in their sins, it will not be from ignorance that they perish, and my soul must bear a swift witness against them at the day of judgment if they lay not hold of Christ.” That thought of a mother’s bearing swift witness against me, pierced my conscience, and stirred my heart. “

“Fathers and mothers are the most natural agents for God to use in the salvation of their children. I am sure that, in my early youth, no teaching ever made such an impression upon my mind as the instruction of my mother; neither can I conceive that, to any child, there can be one who will have such influence over the heart as the mother who has so tenderly cared for her offspring.”

“A man with a soul so dead as not to be moved by the sacred name of “mother” is creation’s blot. Never could it be possible for any man to estimate what he owes to a godly mother. Certainly I have not the powers of speech with which to set forth my valuation of the choice blessing which the Lord bestowed on me in making me the son of one who prayed for me, and prayed with me.”

“How can I ever forget her tearful eye when she warned me to escape from the wrath to come? I thought her lips right eloquent; others might not think so, but they certainly were eloquent to me. How can I ever forget when she bowed her knee, and with her arms about my neck, prayed, “Oh, that my son might live before Thee!” Nor can her frown be effaced from my memory, —that solemn, loving frown, when she rebuked my budding iniquities; and her smiles have never faded from my recollection, —the beaming of her countenance when she rejoiced to see some good thing in me towards the Lord God of Israel.”

“Yet I cannot tell how much I owe to the solemn words of my good mother.”

With all of our heart we honor mothers whose Godly love moves heaven and quakes the gates of hell and brings heaven to earth.   -Mario Murillo Ministries

Happy Mother’s day from the distant past

 

Every once in a while someone writes something that belongs to the ages.  Sit down and read one of the best things ever written about mothers…

“Never could it be possible for any man to estimate what he owes to a godly mother,”

By Charles spurgeon

“I was privileged with godly parents, watched with jealous eyes, scarcely ever permitted to mingle with questionable associates, warned not to listen to anything profane or licentious, and taught the way of God from my youth up.”

“Then came a mother’s prayer, and some of the words of that prayer we shall never forget, even when our hair is grey. I remember, on one occasion, her praying thus: “Now, Lord, if my children go on in their sins, it will not be from ignorance that they perish, and my soul must bear a swift witness against them at the day of judgment if they lay not hold of Christ.” That thought of a mother’s bearing swift witness against me, pierced my conscience, and stirred my heart. “

“Fathers and mothers are the most natural agents for God to use in the salvation of their children. I am sure that, in my early youth, no teaching ever made such an impression upon my mind as the instruction of my mother; neither can I conceive that, to any child, there can be one who will have such influence over the heart as the mother who has so tenderly cared for her offspring.”

“A man with a soul so dead as not to be moved by the sacred name of “mother” is creation’s blot. Never could it be possible for any man to estimate what he owes to a godly mother. Certainly I have not the powers of speech with which to set forth my valuation of the choice blessing which the Lord bestowed on me in making me the son of one who prayed for me, and prayed with me.”

“How can I ever forget her tearful eye when she warned me to escape from the wrath to come? I thought her lips right eloquent; others might not think so, but they certainly were eloquent to me. How can I ever forget when she bowed her knee, and with her arms about my neck, prayed, “Oh, that my son might live before Thee!” Nor can her frown be effaced from my memory, —that solemn, loving frown, when she rebuked my budding iniquities; and her smiles have never faded from my recollection, —the beaming of her countenance when she rejoiced to see some good thing in me towards the Lord God of Israel.”

“Yet I cannot tell how much I owe to the solemn words of my good mother.”

With all of our heart we honor mothers whose Godly love quakes the gates of hell and brings heaven to earth.   -Mario Murillo Ministries