Why do the nations gather together? Why do their people devise useless plots? Kings take their stands. Rulers make plans together against the LORD and against his Messiah by saying, "Let's break apart their chains and shake off their ropes." The one enthroned in heaven laughs. The Lord makes fun of them. Then he speaks to them in his anger. In his burning anger he terrifies them by saying, "I have installed my own king on Zion, my holy mountain." I will announce the LORD'S decree. He said to me: "You are my Son. Today I have become your Father. Ask me, and I will give you the nations as your inheritance and the ends of the earth as your own possession. You will break them with an iron scepter. You will smash them to pieces like pottery." Now, you kings, act wisely. Be warned, you rulers of the earth! Serve the LORD with fear, and rejoice with trembling. Kiss the Son, or he will become angry and you will die on your way because his anger will burst into flames. Blessed is everyone who takes refuge in him. (Psalms 2:1-12)
Well, the big top of the world's largest circus has finally been pulled down and put away for another year as an offended God continues to look upon the collective foolishness which was displayed therein. A conference two years in the planning, involving 192 countries, all of whom marched to the same Green gong, and yet with such apparent catastrophe at stake, none could reach the consensus they told us they had all along - except to outline a draft agreement in the dying hours of the whole charade. It was not the foundational capstone of a one world government they were hoping for, but rather a hastily written, ill-conceived, face saving pile of piffle scribed after 11 days of having been immersed in what can only be described as the completely absurd. SUCKED IN!
SUUUUUUUU-CKED .... INNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!
Did they think we were stupid? You bet they did citizen - and some continue to do so, yet their greatest error was to seriously under estimate the God of those who yearn for the truth. The very suggestion that the Creator of the universe is in any way indifferent or even incapable of maintaining His own creation would have to be one of the most absurd and damnable insults to a holy God that I dare imagine. Of course this whole thing was and will always be about making ourselves God - the same stunt the tempter successfuly employed in Eden. The last time man aspired to ascend to the heights of the heavens the Father had to confuse his language so that he could not come into agreement and so achieve his own self-glorification. Remarkably similar to what has just occurred in Copenhagen some 4000 years hence - don't you think?
I wonder if Nimrod had an adoring media contingent? I wager he would have loved today's Rent-A-Riot caper - that perpetually unemployed throng of 'you name it, we'll protest it for a new pair of moccasins, a bag of happy hooch and our fifteen minutes of fame.' activists, who can somehow afford to jet set around the world producing thousands of tons of that 'dreaded' CO2 in the process in order to attend these UN orchestrated farces for the benefit of the waiting liberal media eager to send the 'proof of consensus' imagery out to the already hypnotised masses.
Do you remember the global cooling hoax of the 70s? Folks this is just the same: repackaged and delivered 40 years later. And the 70s hoax was likely a repackaged form of something else from something earlier and so on ad infinitum. And make no mistake, this is not over folks, not by a long shot. You can be assured that the determination to succeed in the next contrived 'looming global catastrophe' will far surpass what we've seen so far in terms of bovine byproduct and media manipulation. Expect that which borders on sheer lunacy the next time around. The stakes are just too high to be otherwise.
From the opening comments to the closing doors, Copenhagen 2009 was nothing less than an exercise in the ridiculous, and its attendees to that end, well at home. As reporter Andrew Bolt so eloquently remarked.. There are maniacs in Copenhagen voting on your future. Indeed there were, like Venezuelan ElPresidente' Hugo Rafael Chavez who's 20 minute opening tirade spoke of revolutions to set all the people free by crushing capitalism and sending it back to the hell from whence it came. And not surprisingly this blithering imbecile earned a standing ovation for his unashamedly communist diatribe.
And then there is Mr. Human Rights himself, Robert Mugabe who said:
Of course Mugabe would know well of gasping and sinking and eventually dying because he has been inflicting the very same on his people for years. And I'm not even going to begin listing the veritable whoop of 'pro anything and everything but morality, ethics, rules and God' groups in attendance spouting their collective verbiage for the stimulation of their shared, solitary brain cell. The pro-communist and anti capitalist theme of Copenhagen 2009 was quite telling and left mostly unreported. Copenhagen 2009 was never about global climate, it was always about the global rule of unelected power brokers inflicting a totalitarian junket of communitarianism on the world which will eventually have as it's King and Commander one whom the Bible calls Antichrist. But at this juncture it would be prudent to put all of this into some kind of chronological perspective. Satan will get his 15 minutes of fame in his end time kingdom, but only when God permits it and not beforehand. This timetable is not of Satan's choosing nor is it that of his servants. God the Father has not surrendered His sovereignty or rule. Until that time comes He [God] is having his enemies in derision just as we have seen in Copenhagen, just as he promised and all for their having imagined a vain thing. Perhaps we can from this perspective, be somewhat entertained by the prancing clowns and dancing bears at Copenhagen and beyond. But never forget the player's names for they have a day of reckoning to face!
And then there are those, the black sheep of the human endeavour who dare lift their heads from the steaming pile just long enough and with just enough gall to tell the Emperor how it really is. These same are the climate 'deniers', those ghastly villains intent on bursting every green bubble they can find, and who will fight these liars and treasonous scumbags for as long as they have air in their lungs and fire in their hearts. Those who care more about the truth than their own reputation, whose conscience is more important to them than their career and whose God could never condone their indifference. One such champion, (I use that term advisedly) for a champion is one who does what is right as opposed to what is popular; one who has the courage to embark upon a journey alone, not swayed by the masses, considers all of the facts, all sides of the story, prays to his God for wisdom and then takes a stand for the truth. One such champion is Federal Senator Steve Fielding of the Family First Party who recently co-authored an Open Letter to the United Nations with Lord Christopher Monckton. That letter can be downloaded HERE
Most readers of the Watchman Report will know that Moriah Ministries Australia has not been a supporter of the Family First political Party over the years primarily due to the deluded dominionist aspirations of its founders Ashley and Andrew Evans. There is however a vast difference between supporting the truth and supporting an ideology. Senator Fielding has made a difficult stand for the truth in the face of an arrogantly hostile, scientifically ill informed squeaky wheel. We therefore support him and congratulate him along with those who have the chutzpah to stand with him. We congratulate both for having the courage of their own convictions so as to take a stand against such an outright lying evil.
Rudd on the other hand, along with his mealy-mouthed, can't make eye contact with the camera for longer than a nano second, lesbian look alike Penny W[r]ong should be in jail for deceiving the Australian people. They have effectively sought to commit treason and must be dealt with accordingly.
National secretary of the Citizens Electoral Council of Australia Craig Isherwood, in a media release dated December 17, 2009 insisted that Copenhagen was not about controlling the climate but rather the human population. He said...
"The draft Copenhagen treaties ban on the use of nuclear and hydroelectric power to reduce carbon dioxide emissions is to ensure nobody can escape the British oligarchy's plan to reduce world human population by 3 to 5 Billion people".
Mr. Isherwood went on to say...
"Prince Philip founded the World Wide Fund for Nature (WWF) in 1961 with the Nazi Prince Bernhard of the Netherlands specifically to reduce human population; in recent days both his wife and idiot son have pushed hard to salvage an outcome in Copenhagen which binds nations to reduce the carbon emissions that are a natural product of life. But by demanding that nuclear and Hydro - the only sources of baseload power that do not produce emissions are not part of the mix, they seek to ensure that the only way CO2 emissions can be reduced, is by reducing the total number of lives - mass murder."
Once again, it would appear, we are back to sacrificing human lives to Gaia. How far we have come in our quest to be civilised.
And for those who are not sure what to think, please consider this small example...
An average thunderstorm pours down several hundred million litres of water - equivalent to the amount of water that flows over Niagra Falls every six minutes. (That is just one thunderstorm folks.)
The same storm releases 10 million kilowatt hours of energy - equivalent to a 20 kilotonne nuclear warhead. (That is 20,000 tonnes worth of explosives in just one lightning strike folks.) And larger, more severe storms can be 10 or even 100 times more energetic. Coupled to that there are 16 million such storms around the world each year.
One bolt of electricity can reach up to 5 miles in length, contain over 100 million electrical volts, and soar to temperatures of 27,760° Celsius (50,000° Fahrenheit) and all in a split second. A single bolt of lightning is hotter than the surface of the sun. On average, lightning strikes the earth one hundred times every second. Lightning itself puts together two gases in the air, nitrogen and hydrogen, and makes... guess what? Fertilizer folks! That's right, when a lightning strike goes through the air it releases the nitrogen in the vapor form and absorbs it into water. That water then falls to the earth and fertilizes the ground. The earth, including our crops are fertilized by the nitrogen produced by thunderstorms. Can you see... the Creator is not only watering His earth, He is fertilizing it as well.
Please read the following discourse between the Creator of all that is and a man named Job concerning the mechanics of His [God's] amazing creation. In this age of out and out lies it is imperative to grasp a proper perspective and a timely reminder of the size and significance of man compared to that of the awesome God who created him from dust.
And Yahweh answered Job out of the tempest, and said, Who is this that darkens counsel by words without knowledge? Now gird up your loins like a man; for I will ask of you, and you teach Me.
Where were you when I laid the foundations of the earth? Tell if you have understanding!
Who has set its measurements, for you know?
Or who has stretched the line on it?
On what are its bases sunk, or who cast its cornerstone, when the morning stars sang together and all the sons of God shouted for joy?
Or who shut up the sea with doors, when it broke forth as it came from the womb?
When I made the clouds its robe, and darkness its navel-band, and set My limit on it, and set bars and doors, and I said, You shall come to here, but no further; and here your proud waves shall stop.
Have you commanded the morning from your days, and caused the dawn to know its place, that it might take hold of the ends of the earth; that the wicked might be shaken out of it? It is turned like clay under a seal; and they stand forth like a garment. And from the wicked their light is withheld, and the high arm shall be broken.
Have you gone to the springs of the sea? Or have you walked in search of the depths?
Have the gates of death been opened to you? Or have you seen the gates of the shadow of death?
Have you understood the breadth of the earth? Tell, if you know it all!
Where is the way where light dwells?
And where is the place of darkness, that you should take it to its boundary, and that you should know the paths to its house? You know, because you were born then. And the number of your days is great.
Have you entered into the storehouses of the snow? Or have you seen the storehouses of the hail, which I have kept for the time of trouble, against the day of battle and war?
How is it, the way the light is distributed, and how does the east wind spread itself on the earth?
Who has cut a channel for the flood, or a way for the thunderclaps; to cause rain to fall on the earth where no man is, a wilderness and no man in it; to satisfy the desolate and waste ground, and to cause the source of grass to spring forth?
Has the rain a father? Or who has brought forth the drops of dew?
Out of whose womb came the ice? And the frost of the heavens, who fathered it?
The waters are hidden like stone, and the face of the deep is frozen. ?
Can you bring the constellations in their season? Or can you guide the Bear with its sons?
Do you know the ordinances of the heavens? Can you set up their rulership on the earth?
Can you lift up your voice to the clouds, so that floods of waters may cover you?
Can you send lightnings, that they may go, and say to you, Here we are?
Who has put wisdom in the inward parts? Or who has given understanding to the mind?
Who can number the clouds by wisdom; or who can empty out the jars of the heavens, when the dust is melted into hardness, and the clods cling fast together?
Will you hunt the prey for the lion, or fill the appetite of the young lions, when they crouch in dens, and sit in the cover of their hiding place?
Who provides food for the raven, when its young ones cry to God and wander about without food?
Do you know the time when the wild goats of the rock bring forth?
Can you observe the calving of deer? Can you number the months that they fulfill? Or do you know the time for their bearing, when they bow down and bring forth; they send out their pangs. Their young ones are strong, they multiply with grain; they go forth and do not return to them again.
Who has sent out the wild ass free? Or who has loosed the bands of the wild ass, to whom I have assigned the wilderness for its home, and the salt land for its dwellings? He scorns the turmoil of the city; he does not hear the driver's shouts. He seeks out mountains for his pasture, and he searches after every green thing.
Will the wild ox be willing to serve you, or spend the night by your feed-trough? Can you tie the wild ox in the furrow with his rope? Or will he harrow the valleys for you? Will you trust him because his strength is great? Or will you leave your labor to him? Will you trust him, that he will return your seed and gather it to your grain-floor?
The wing of the ostrich beats joyously; though not like the stork's pinions for flight. For she leaves her eggs to the earth, and lets them warm in the dust, and forgets that a foot may crush them, or that the beast of the field may break them. She treats her young roughly, as if not hers; for her labor is vanity without fear; because God has caused her to forget wisdom, and He has not given her a share in understanding. At the time she lifts herself up on high, she scorns the horse and its rider.
Have you given the horse strength? Have you clothed his neck with a mane? Can you make him leap like a locust? The glory of his snorting is terrifying. He paws in the valley, and rejoices in his strength; he goes on to meet the weapons. He mocks at fear, and is not terrified; and he does not turn back from the sword. The quiver rattles against him, the glittering spear and the shield. He swallows the ground with quivering and rage; and he does not stand still at the sound of the trumpet. When the trumpet sounds, he says, Aha! And he smells the battle afar off, the thunder of the captains, and the shouting.
Does the hawk soar by your understanding? Will he spread his wings toward the south?
Does the eagle mount up at your command and make his nest on high? He lives and stays on the rock, on the crag of the rock and the strong place. From there he seeks food, and his eyes see afar off. And his young brood also sucks up blood; and where the dead are, there he is.
And Yahweh answered Job and said, Shall a reprover contend with the Almighty? He who reproves God, let him answer it.
And Job answered Yahweh and said, Behold, I am vile! What shall I answer You? I will lay my hand on my mouth. Once I have spoken; but I will not answer; yea, twice, but I will go no further.
And Yahweh answered Job out of the tempest, and said, Now gird up your loins like a man. I will question you, and you teach Me.
Will you also set aside My judgment?
Will you condemn Me so that you may be justified?
And have you an arm like God?
Or can you thunder with a voice like His?
Adorn yourself now with majesty and grandeur, and with glory and honor clothe yourself. Pour forth the rage of your wrath; and behold everyone who is proud, and abase him. Look on everyone who is proud, and bring him low; and tread down the wicked in their place. Hide them in the dust together; and bind their faces in darkness. Then I also will confess to you that your own right hand can save you.
Now behold behemoth, which I made along with you; he eats grass like an ox; see, now, his strength is in his loins, and his force is in the muscles of his belly. He hangs his tail like a cedar; the sinews of his thighs are knit together. His bones are like tubes of bronze; his bones are like bars of iron. He is the first of the ways of God; his Maker brings near his sword. For the mountains yield food for him, and all the beasts of the field play there. He lies under the lotus, in the hiding place of the reed and the marsh. The lotus trees cover him with their shadow; the willows of the brook surround him. Behold, though a flood presses, he does not run away; he feels safe even if Jordan swells up to his mouth. Shall any take him before his eyes, or pierce through his nose with cords?
Can you draw out the leviathan with a hook, or hold down his tongue with a cord? Can you put a reed rope into his nose, or pierce his jaw with a thorn? Will he multiply pleas for help to you? Will he speak soft words to you? Will he make a covenant with you? Will you take him for a servant for ever? Will you play with him as with a bird? Or will you bind him for your maidens? Shall your companions bargain over him? Shall they divide him among the merchants? Can you fill his skin with barbed irons, or his head with fishing spears? Lay your hand on him, think of the battle; you will never do it again. Behold, his hope has been made false; will not one be cast down at the sight of him? None is so fierce as to dare to stir him up; who then is able to stand before Me?
Who has gone before Me that I should repay? All that is the heavens is Mine. I will not keep silent concerning his limbs, or his mighty strength, or the grace of his frame. Who can take off the surface of his skin; who can come to him with his double bridle? Who can open the doors to his face? Terror is round about his teeth. The rows of shields are his pride, shut up with a close seal; one is so near to another that no air can come between them; they are joined one to another, they clasp each other so that they can not be separated. His sneezings flash forth light, and his eyes are like the eyelids of the dawn.
Out of his mouth go burning torches, sparks of fire leap out. Out of his nostrils goes smoke, as out of a boiling pot fired by reeds. His breath kindles coals, and a flame goes out of his mouth. In his neck remains strength, and terror dances before him. The folds of his flesh are joined together, cast firm on him; he cannot be moved. His heart is cast hard as a stone, even cast hard as a piece of a riding millstone. The mighty are afraid from his rising; they are beside themselves from the crashing. The sword overtakes him, but will not hold firm. The spear, the dart, and the javelin also. He counts iron as straw, bronze as rotten wood. An arrow cannot make him flee; slingstones are turned by him into stubble. Darts are counted as straw; he laughs at the shaking of a javelin. Points of potsherds are under him; he spreads sharp pointed marks on the mire. He makes the deep boil like a pot; he makes the sea like a pot of ointment. He makes a path to shine after him; one would think the deep to be gray-headed. On earth there is nothing like him, one made without fear. He beholds all high things; he is a king over all the sons of pride. (Job 38:1-421-34)
Does that sound like one who is indifferent to, or is at all incapable of nurturing His own creation?
What an utterly absurd notion!
... Or who shut up the sea with doors, when it broke forth as it came from the womb? Job 38:8
Can't you see? He was giving birth to this little blue globe we call home. Can you see He was describing his own attributes in Behemoth and Leviathan? Can you see that all creation proclaims His Glory? In reality, creation is the manifestation of His command: 'BE' - the physical representation of just a small portion of His beauty and power. This earth is HIS glorious creation, its beauty conceived in the beauty of who He is. How DARE we embrace for ourselves a distinction He alone deserves, presuming ourselves to be gods without Him. Should He withdraw His breath all life would cease, all stars would extinguish, and all creation fold into the darkness from which it came. We are not the ones who are in control HE is. He does not need our help, but oh... how we need His!
When I consider your heavens, the work of your fingers, the moon and the stars, which you have ordained; what is man, that you think of him? What is the son of man, that you care for him? Psalm 8-3:4
The writer of the Psalms saw the insignificance of man when compared to all of God's magnificent creation. What are we that He thinks of us? What are we that He cares for us? Genesis Chapter One speaks of the creation of the earth where the Spirit of the Lord hovered over the surface of the deep. The picture here is one of a mother hen brooding over her newborn chicks. That is the meaning of the Hebrew text. Does that sound like a neglectful God, One who would forsake this beautiful planet with all its intricacy and expressions of majesty, one which He alone created, assigning it rather to struggle according to the principles, blood and inconceivable gore of Darwinian evolutionary theory with man being the final destroyer? The Creator, who in His awesome power and unimaginable wisdom brought into being a beautiful, self-sustaining planet upon which He put his most treasured creations, the prime of which was man, witnesses too many of such arrogantly continuing to point their puny little fingers into his Holy face accusing Him of environmental neglect. That is their real message ladies and gentlemen. Why then does anyone pay such folk any heed?
What inconceivable arrogance, what unbelievable conceit. To assume ourselves, we, the collective dust of the earth - lord and masters of our own universe, guardians and sustainers of the earth, is to demonstrate for all of creation to see, our own immeasurable ignorance, vanity and pride. To seal the deal we conduct summits with like-minded fools so that we may proclaim our own 'wisdom' while shunning His. We truly do not get what we truly deserve. If you want to ponder mercy, ponder that.
Think about it folks, and as you do, think upon who is really being mocked here and by whom.
Anthropogenic climate 'disasters' only become a tantalising concept when one first rejects God - who He is, what He has done and what He has yet to do; and / or is the ulterior motive which sees the vessel as a means to achieving an end. The belief that mankind can regulate, alter or even irreparably damage the mechanics of that which the Creator has set firmly in place is tantamount to lunacy. To accuse The Creator of negligence by proxy and then have the pomposity to proclaim, "Give us your money, we can fix it" is nothing shy of blasphemous. In short, supporters of anthropogenic climate change are deniers of God - end of story!
Who is it then who will defend the Father's honour not because He needs it, but to testify to all creation of whom one serves and with whom one's hope is secure? Who will join me?
On which side of the divide do you abide my friend?
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