Give the Devil Hell

June 23rd 2038

Letters from the Front

06/23/38

Hello Church, John told me how he wrote to you all of my physical troubles, and I am filled with unending joy at the thought of your prayers for my physical well-being. I know our God is well able to heal. The only negative I have, tumbling around my mind as I lay here to heal, is that I am physically unable to go and preach to the Hell-bound souls beyond the walls of this Hospital. Regardless of if I am well enough to walk, however, I will be leaving this building before July 3rd. My mind is settled on this day, because, as you all know, July 3rd is the traditional day in which the public abortion takes places the night before the vote. I may be crawling to the sidewalks I am allowed to be upon, to preach against this evil, but bloody knees are the smallest of prices to pay against such wickedness. 

This thought, however, has spurred something within me, and the main thing I wish to communicate to you with this letter. To help me, I will be digging deep into the past of the former United States of America, to pull truths from a battle they fought.

What can I do against the evil of child sacrifice, while my body is unable to keep me upright?

What can you do, against the evil of child sacrifice?

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“I do not forget that Christ and his apostles,—

harmless, undefiled and prudent as they were—were

buffeted, calumniated and crucified; and therefore my

soul is as steady to its pursuit as the needle to the

pole. No dangers shall deter me. At the North or the

South, at the East or the West, — wherever

Providence may call me,—my voice shall be heard in

behalf of the perishing (slave), and against the claims

of his oppressor.”

“I am for immediate and total abolition”

So wrote William Lloyd Garrison on September 23rd 1831. The son of an absent father, Garrison started his own newspaper “The Liberator”, for one reason.

To fight.

To stand in the face of insurmountable evil, and against those who would dare to defend it, Garrison began an aggressive campaign against the Federal Slavery Establishment. Using the government of his day, against itself, he launched an attack against the slave owners and those who not only do such things but encourage others to, by employing what is considered the first mail campaign in history. Working with Presbyterian Clergyman, Theodore S. Wright, the duo used the former U.S. Postal service to send over 100,000 copies of The Liberator across the former United States. Landing on the desks of Pastors, Post Offices, Senators and Slavers, this antigovernmental campaign garnered the attention of Postmaster General, Samuel L. Gouverneur. Being the son-in-law of a former United States President, (Monroe) Gouverneur moved against Garrison with the boldness that only nepotism can birth. He declared Garrison a public nuisance, and refused to deliver any more copies of The Liberator.

When the Federal Post Office refused to deliver his word to the South, Garrison took to other means to spread his propaganda. With abolitionist language flowing South from the pen of Garrison, far worse results than denying him access to the mail came about. Results such as riots and mobs. Bounties placed upon his head; and State Governments issuing arrest warrants.

Up to the point of one of his men, in a thermopylaen stance, died defending a printing press from a mob, and Garrison himself being dragged through city streets and flogged in the public square.

On what ground did this small and weak man stand, to defy the American Government? The ground of the Christian Doctrine of all men being created equal. The Christian Doctrine of our right to life coming from God, and the government existing to protect that right.

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Are there any Preachers, any Pastors, any pew-warming Christians alive today, who would dare to stand against the State to a degree such as this? We can grant that there are examples in the more recent day of the men of God disobeying unjust and unconstitutional dictives handed down to them from thier federal overlords. One need look no further than the scantily clad virus that was ushered across the stage of the former United States, and their 2020 "Election", while the magicians in power crossed their fingers, hoping she caught our attention.

So when a Government sanctions evil, approves of wickedness, and funds sin, who will be there to stand before God on behalf of the land?

At the very least, we expect those within whom the Holy Spirit resides, will have the testicular fortitude to passively defy a government who oversteps its God-ordained sphere of authority. Hopefully, every Christian has a line drawn within their soul in such a way that when the whites of the eyes of whatever authority they may be under, cross it, they will do as the Christian’s of old have always done, and oppose them. Be it an abusive husband, an adulterous Pastor, or a tyrannical government.

Are there any evils, here in  the 2038 Demos, that ought to boil the blood of every redeemed sinner, urging them into action? Be there any wickedness so dark, crawling through our amber waves of grain that it stokes the neon wrath of God against us? Do we have anything we can oppose with such force, that when the pagans read our sermons they will burn them with just as much shallow gumption as they did to those of the ancient preacher, Charles Spurgeon, when he denounced slavery?

Yes.

Abortion.

That wind which blows where it wishes has gathered together the towering clouds of God’s righteous judgment, and should the shed blood of children continue to stain the opaque columns of our Capitol, those clouds which now hang poised above the land between the shining seas, will pour out fire from heaven in waves against which none can stand.

What will we, as the hands and feet of God, engage in, to save those being led away to slaughter? What weapons, do we as Christians, get to employ in our fight against the evils of child sacrifice? It’s an important question, because many faithful Christians, for many faithful years, rose to challenges grand, to ensure that the blood of tyrants and brothers would be the coin necessary to enter the land of the free.

Though our weapons against the kingdom of darkness are not carnal, but are mighty, there has always come a time when in the course of events, the faithful must set aside their black robes and rise against the waves of wickedness that threaten them.

Are we, in 2038, at that point? 

This author doesn’t think so.

Many others, however, do.

They are waiting, just beyond the treelines of towns with no stoplights, waiting for any excuse to larp as revolutionaries. 

So what do we do? When those thirsty for the blood of children, parade our streets with wire coat hangers, how does a Christian respond? When the vermillion stream which flows from our Capitol, sweeps the next generation beneath its ruby waves, how should a child of God react?

How should one whose own sin was one time ushering them to death, react to the iniquitous tar of abortion that so clogs the very arteries of our Nation?

I ask this, because it must be us who leads this charge. It must be us, sons and daughters of God; Descendents of the King; Blood-bought Saints of the most high God. 

It must be those who claim no credit in their salvation. Who know within their very marrow, that if God did not act on our behalf, it would be our undying cries that fill the caverns of hell.

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Those whose hearts of stone have been chiseled from dead chests,

must be the tip of the spear against federally funded human sacrifice.

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It must be us, brothers and sisters, for if any other may succeed, they will simply replace abortion with some other greater evil.

So what do we do? The answers are many but the workers are few.

When spiritual accolades fall not, and the wreaths of valor and courage remain unspun, and in fact, the opposite is what greets you for your efforts, what will you do?

You plant your feet on the sidewalk, and preach with chests full of the righteousness of God, calling sinners to repentance and mothers to mercy. Praise God for you and those of your ilk. Take not this article to dissuade against street preaching outside of Auschwitz as a divine means to end abortion.

But perhaps the gift of courage in the face of such Molochian wickedness evades you. Perhaps the thought of their words being spewed in your direction alongside their saliva and slurs, causes your spirit to shirk back. If that is you, fear not.

Ephesians 2:10 has taught the saints for centuries that the good works our King has prepared for us, preexisted us. He made you, for the work that only you can do. Does this mean you ought not push yourself to place your roots within the same soil as that of your local Planned Plantation, calling them to repent through strained vocal chords and shaking hands? Not at all. In fact, I would say that you are flirting with sin to outright exclude yourself from a Clinic Ministry, instead of testing your mettle upon the sidewalks of Auschwitz. Some were made for such a ministry, others were not, which are you?

How do you know?

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Where then does this leave you, oh you of little fight? If you have pushed against your sin nature, and gone to those places whose halls cry out for justice, only to find out that your knees were weaker than your resolve…it leaves you exactly where your King has placed you. With the talents He has given you, to do the work that existed before you.

In this fight against the crimson stained gates of America, the Church will prevail. She will prevail, not only because God will prevail, but because of how He has ordained her to do so. She is a body. She is an army. She is not simply those who stand on sidewalks gray and preach till throats grow red. She is not simply the quiet sign holder, who wishes they could speak up, but still stand nonetheless. She is not simply those with suit, tie, and political acumen, who urge legislatures to kiss the Son lest they perish. She is not those who have pushed themselves to the very edge of the talents that her Master has given her, only to realize they are better suited to fight such a war by bloodying their knees in prayer until the sun rises on their whispered words.

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The Church is both Aragorn charging the front gate,

and Frodo and Sam sneaking around the back.

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So how does a member of the Church militant, within the confines of fearing the consequences of their sin more than the whip of their Earthly master’s, wage such a war? The first answer will also be the last. But it is the answers in between the first and last, where many a well-intentioned Christian will fall outside of the confines of a just war. 

The first answer is to preach the Gospel of Jesus Christ, outloud, with your mouth. To soften a human heart, is done not by the wit, grit and cleverness of a human mind vomiting forth human words, for a human heart is far too hard for such tactics. Faith comes by hearing, and hearing by the Word of God. Speak of Christ, who He is, what He has done, and why He has done it. Preach the Gospel, and let the words that are incapable of returning void, have the effect that God has foreordained for them to have on the ears of those whom He has foreordained for them to fall upon.

Do you want to end abortion? Then preach the Gospel. Preach it to your friends, your family, your coworkers, your enemies, and to the homeless man you just gave a sandwich to. Preach it to your Mayor, to your Assemblyman, to your Senator, and should your words have the providence of falling on the ears of anyone further up that dusty ladder to hell, preach the Gospel to them as well. Preach it outside of the Plantations, private or corporate. Preach it to the IVF clinics, and to the woman considering passing her child through the flames. Preach it outside of every building that dares to destroy the Imago Dei living within the safety of her mother’s womb.

Let the Gospel go out from your mouth, and see how great a forest a little fire kindles.

Preaching the Gospel is the first and last answer to how we end abortion.

But if you are anything like me, you may get lost in the middle somewhere.

And it is here, in the unglorified middle, where the temptation to force glory may cause us to wander into territory a Chirstian ought not be in. It is in the middle, when our words are falling on deaf ears, that the whistling whiskey Stills nestled deep in the hill country, call us to join forces with the Christless conservatives aching for war.

God has given us the means of preaching the Gospel; the means of prayer; and the means of exercising our political rights in the same way that the Apostle Paul leaned on his Roman rights. We have at our disposal the means of creating art that glorifies God. Movies, music, books and paintings. Sculptures and Scripts. We can use art to show how beautiful beautiful is, and how ugly ugly is.

We establish Godly laws, and build a fair and just society, such that would cause a woman who was considering murdering her child, to give pause. We show love in insurmountable heaps and bounds that we begin to question if it's possible to ever hate. We wage a war of life, against a culture of death.

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Since we left the Garden, the children of God have been conforming this

world into the image of Heaven, so long as God has been

conforming us into the image of Christ.

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There are those of us who have handcuffed ourselves to butcheries, putting our own freedom on the line. We have faced down tyrants dressed like judges and judges dressed like tyrants. We have called police officers to repentance, been shot at, spit on, threatened with baseball bats, and have been followed to our homes by those thirsty for the blood of the yet to be born. We have taken up our Cross, on behalf of those who lack the inherent ability to do so.

However, if two score years on this Earth has taught me anything, it’s that there will always be more Crosses.

They call to us, their wooden beams creaking in the early morning light, but only if we are so willing to hoist them atop our shoulders. Only if we are willing to look to those who carried them before us, teaching us that the yoke is easy and the burden is light. Those with backs of iron and brows of steel, who stood their ground so that the eyes of a thousand tyrants would fall on them instead of the innocent. Those who wrestled over the truths of what a man of means must do to combat evil, and were reluctant to take any action that may even have the peripheral scent of sin upon it.

Christians who lied and deceived their government, in word and deed. Who took great pains to place their rearranged lives on the line in such a way, that the hegemons who hunted them continued to fall short. Those who hid slaves and housed jews. Who created networks of networks, to continually be one step ahead of Mengele. Those who lied to Jerichoian thugs, and deceived Egyptian baby killers. 

Rise up men of the most high God!

Let your actions fall not on this side of eternity, but let the sweat from your exertion fall in sheets upon that golden river of light that flows from Calvary’s side. Let the halls of heaven ring true with songs of celebration to our God for creating someone like you. Let the angels look on with bated breath as you defy the principalities and powers upon whom our King treads.

Let the voice that God gave you and you alone, ring true with the Gospel proclamation of salvation and freedom in no one but Jesus Christ.

And then…download a VPN. The Demos provides them for free, to all of her citizens. 

Create a fictitious person with a fictitious name. Give them a fictitious birthday, and a fictitious day of her last period. Go to a website that allows you to receive a text message without giving out your real phone number, to confirm the appointment you schedule online. Then schedule another one. And then another. Fill Auswitchz’s calendar until he is booked solid for months at a time, and if the toll takers at Auschwitz catch on, and online appointment scheduling is put on pause, then look to Dachau or Warsaw. With the reach of the internet at your fingertips, the damage you can do to the kingdom of darkness is longer than this article can list. Block your number and call them on behalf of your “daughter” to schedule an appointment over the phone. Or, if you are a woman, and able to speak directly to someone that wants to dismember your child, call them to schedule an appointment for yourself.

Be shrewd. Be deceptive. Be clever.

If you live in such a town, rent a mini storage unit. With cash. Under a fake name. Buy a fleet of burner phones, an auto dialer, and an IP scrambler.

Yes, go to these Plantations and preach. Yes, urge your local legislatures to pass God honoring laws. Yes, be in constant prayer.

And yes...

Use the infrastructure of modernity to give the devil hell.

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“I am aware that many object to the severity of my language, but is there not cause for severity? I will be as harsh as truth, and as uncompromising as justice. On this subject I do not wish to think, or speak, or write with moderation. No! no! Tell a man whose house is on fire to give a moderate alarm; tell him moderately to rescue his wife from the hands of the ravisher; tell the mother to gradually extricate her babe from the fire into which it has fallen; but urge me not to use moderation in a cause like the present. I am in earnest—I will not equivocate—I will not excuse—I will not retreat a single inch—and I will be heard. The apathy of the people is enough to make every statue leap from its pedestal, and to hasten the resurrection of the dead.”

William Lloyd Garrison

“To the public”

The Liberator; issue #1

Jan. 1st 1831

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Shawn Polemos

Missionary to The Vote.