The Reverend Billy Duane Boedecker
Church On The Rock Baptist Assembly
Route 6 Box 66
Oatmeal, TX 75013
Orville Heller
Pitiful Valley Mobile Home Park
#3B
Pity’s Sake, TX 75301
February 12, 1985
Dear Orville,
Poindexter from down at Gruntpoppers Pet Store over in North Zulch stopped by here this morning and said you was in there last Tuesday asking about the purchase price of a big ole African Mambo Snake. He said that you told him you was gonna set up a tent over there behind the used car lot with that immigrant Cambodian boat boy your church is sponsoring.
What has got into you, Orville? Haven’t I warned you to keep away from them Charismaniac influences! I knew this would happen when you revealed to me that you’d got the (so called) spiritual gift of talking in tongues. I declare, cousin I get so concerned about your Eternal Salvation sometimes that I barely
have the energy to worry about my own. Continue reading →
Are you a serious Christian who is tired of being tarred by the same brush as say– the whacko members of the Westboro Baptist Church? Are you sick of smug atheist nimrods with mainstream media platforms lumping you in with Islamo-terrorists?
If so, get over it. You can’t control the behavior of others. You can only be held responsible for your own. Make sure you act admirably and don’t make anyone disbelieve the love of Christ.
On Tuesday, The President of the United States sat down with three YouTubers for post State of The Union Speech Interviews. For all the conservative pundits out there who are decrying how such a stunt diminishes the office, I say relax. Barry’s done much more damaging things to the prestige of the presidency in the six plus years he has occupied said office.
And for those worried about the health of the Fourth Estate, let me assure you that despite the best efforts of individual journalists, the news media is, and alwayshas been more about the money than about the truth.
I learned about what really drives the news as a young reporter at a radio station in Central Texas. I did the afternoon drive shift and was tasked with loading my newscasts with as many local stories as possible. One afternoon I reported on the arrest of a young man who was caught in the act of burglarizing a gas station. Shortly thereafter I got a call from the station manager. He ordered me to kill the story. It seems the boy’s daddy bought airtime on the station and he was upset that we covered the story of his son’s arrest.
Fairly fresh from a Media Law & Ethics course from the Graduate School of Journalism at UT, I launched into a screed about how we couldn’t kill the story, how the people had a right to know the truth . . . and just as I was about to invoke the sacred name of Edward R. Murrow, the station manager interrupted me with a bulletin. The business of the radio station was to sell air time. I could either kill the story as told or find work elsewhere. It was a harsh lesson but I’m a quick learner. Lots of other reporters have learned this bitter lesson as well. News media that is supported by ad revenues will always cave to the pressure of their advertisers. Why do you think that negative stories about big tobacco never appeared until the government banned most cigarette advertising?
This situation has grown ever worse ever faster since television surpassed newspapers as the nation’s main source for news. And the last thing that the professional political class is interested in is the dissemination of the truth. For them it’s all spin all the time, and the more journalistic integrity is compromised the better they like it.
That said, you can’t blame the White House for trying this bold new way to reach out to the distracted younger generation. Baby boomers were conditioned to sit and watch what came on TV when it came on. Kids who have grown up with the Internet and DVRs are much harder to reach than the older crowd the Republicans are chasing.
I suppose they figure that since the audiences for Hank Green, Bethany Mota and GlowZell Green have demonstrated an astronomically low threshold for quality infotainment and inane crap, they are excellent prospects for the Democratic Party.
Here’s an interesting video about the state of historical knowledge among young people in America.
Has it ever occurred to you that one hundred pianos all tuned to the same fork are automatically tuned to each other? They are of one accord by being tuned, not to each other, but to another standard to which each one must individually bow. So one hundred worshipers met together, each one looking away to Christ, are in heart nearer to each other than they could possibly be, were they to become ‘unity’ conscious and turn their eyes away from God to strive for closer fellowship.
― A.W. Tozer, The Pursuit of God
I hate hearing leftists say that America’s strength comes from our diversity. That’s B.S. I especially hate it when reasonable people parrot that same idea.
Our strength comes from diverse cultures melding together in unity behind the American way of life. Sadly, that way can only be viewed in the rear view mirror now. We used to believe in and teach our children about God-given liberties and the rights of the individual; limited government, and that with a little hard work, anyone can realize the American dream.
Now kids are taught that America as founded sucks and always has sucked. That government is the source of all rights and prosperity, and if we just pay a little more in taxes and give up just a little more liberty, Washington D. C. will solve all our problems and we’ll all be happy and equal.
John Adams said “Our constitution was made only for a moral and religious people. It is wholly inadequate to the government of any other.” As a nation our pianos are no longer tuned to the Creator. We have taken our eyes off God and the fellowship among all Americans has suffered greatly.
The Reverend Billy Duane Boedecker
Church On The Rock Baptist Assembly
Route 6 Box 66
Oatmeal, TX 75013
Orville Heller
Pitiful Valley Mobile Home Park
#3B
Pity’s Sake, TX 75301
January 27, 1985
Dear Orville,
I was wondering if in your travels you had ever come across a fella by the name of Eustice Tarrybone. He’s in town this week for that revival over at the Temple of Faith Assembly of God. Anyway he’s gonna be preaching his message all this week and I was curious to know if the two of you had ever crossed paths. I have not personally met the gentleman, but from what I hear tell, the two of us wouldn’t exactly get along too well. Continue reading →
Am I the only one who’s tired of FaceBook posts with titles like: Which Gilligan’s Island Castaway Are You? or Find Out Which Asparagus Dish You Are or Which Serial Killer Are You?
Enough with these links to sites that give you some “psychological” quiz to lump you into some meaningless category.
People– If you’re posting this crap to FaceBook, you’re not entertaining or enlightening your “friends,” you’re telling the world that you have too much friggin’ spare time on your hands.
Give us all a break and go volunteer at a soup kitchen, visit lonely elderly folks at a nursing home, adopt a pet, become a Big Brother or Big Sister, or just go out and pick up litter by the side of the road.
Therefore, my dear friends, as you have always obeyed–not only in my presence, but now much more in my absence–continue to work out your salvation with fear and trembling,
Philippians 2:12
They say that ignorance is bliss, and I know people who have no idea that their true human nature is polluted by original sin. They think that they are basically decent human beings. They don’t lie cheat or steal. They have never murdered anyone or willfully cheated on their tax return, so they’re in fine standing in God’s eyes. They’re pretty good– at least good enough.
The problem with this view is that they have no true idea of what is acceptable in God’s eyes because they are blinded by the false belief that their standard of goodness is the same as the Almighty’s.
I pray for these people. I ask that their eyes would be opened and they would realize how bad we all are. So bad that we need someone else to pay the toll.
Working out our salvation is a choice, just like working out our bodies. I can choose to exercise, or I can opt to be a couch potato. But if I never realize that working out is necessary, I’ll never get off the sofa.
Right now I’m going to go hit the Total Gym. Must confess that I blew off the elliptical trainer yesterday.