Pen of Iron

So many people worship in the flesh nowadays. They figure that because the ear of the flesh is pleased, and their body is driven to motion, then it must be from the Holy Spirit...HOLY Spirit. I guess hymns are too spiritual for the flesh. Well I'm here to let you now that Bible-believing youths like myself (I'm 25) still love the good ol' hymns and we sing our lungs out, rejoicing in Christ Jesus.

"He Leadeth Me", A Capella, the Drummond Family



Bible Baptist Church congregational music (Dr.Ruckman)

"Arise My soul, Arise"


"And Can It Be" (If ever there was a runner-up to "Amazing Grace" being the Christian national anthem, "And Can It Be" is the one.



"Psalm 23" Judy Theophanopoulos ( my Pastor's wife. You should hear her sing Psalm 3 though I don't have it now"




"I'd Rather Have Jesus", Dallas Holm


And to end, again congregational music from the Baptist Bible Church in Pensecola:
"I've A Home Beyond The River", is number 499 in the hymnal "Great Hymns of the Faith".

My church here in Laval sings its lungs out when it comes to this hymn



We worship the Lord Jesus Christ in the spirit, not in the flesh, but with joy my friends, with joy.

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On December 11th, some deceived, bitter, blinded by hatred wackos blew a couple of vans up and I suppose themselves along as they brought down the UN building in Algeria.

My aunt is a UN chief who had been newly assigned to Algeria. Most unusually, her visa kept getting delayed, and when it finally came through, it was just in time for my aunt to arrive for the explosion. She had been there less than 24 hours. The building collapsed over her. My aunt trusted her soul to the Lord Jesus Christ years ago. God allowed her to be present for the explosion. She is not dead. The Lord preserves his saints. After a maddening day for my mother, as pieces of information were being forwarded to her, seeing she is an immediate relative and also a UN employee, we finally found out that she had head wounds and was in the hospital.

Both my aunt and mother were flown to Switzerland, where my aunt is still recovering in a hospital. She was fortunate. There were over 70 killed and about 200 wounded. One woman lost both her legs.
The first thing my aunt told me on the phone was

"And we know that all things work together for good to them that love God, to them who are the called according to his purpose."
Romans 8:28

Compare that one to the Muslim god. Listen I don't care about the UN, nor do I buy the beast created for public consumption by the media that is "Al-Quaeda".
But don't come telling me that those people are fanatics who misunderstand Islam and misinterpret the Qur'an. I've read some parts of that book, in Arabic. Let me tell you this: Those "fanatics" are more honest than the moderate Muslim, they aren't misinterpreting anything. They don't care about public opinion like the moderates do, so they read that book a lil more honestly. It is a petty book of a petty god whose spirit is drenched in vicious hatred and devilish zeal.

On the morning of the 12th I received a call from Copenhagen. A soft-spoken, sympathetic lady was contacting immediate family of the wounded. She addressed me with the usual humanistic clichés for consolation. I answered that I didn’t like seeing my aunt get hurt, but that she had trusted the Lord Jesus Christ years ago, so that we weren’t worried; had she died, we would know where she had gone. I could hear her swallow her spittle when she heard that. She didn’t have the pre-programmed mundane answer to that one. No psychological training had seen that one coming. With stunned difficulty she mumbled “it’s nice to have something to hang to”…

I could’ve told her I was trusting the tooth-fairy to keep her alive and she would have answered me the same thing. I can’t stand that “good for you” attitude. Yeah buddy, and it’s good for you too! I’m not trusting some mystical higher power, I’m not trusting the force, I’m not trusting a rabbit-leg or a horse-shoe, I know whom I have believed, and his name is the Lord Jesus Christ, the Son of the living of God. I know what he did for me, I know his character, his personality, his like and dislikes, I know his love, his justice, his zeal, his jealousy, his holiness.
We talk to each other everyday.

You have to die for your god. My God died for me...and for you too.

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This is a man who was born-again and is a Bible believer.
Catholicism is anti-Biblical.

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The audio quality is not the greatest but you can hear how the crowd jeers and mocks Ian Paisley as he preaches the true gospel of the Lord Jesus Christ and denounces the blasphemy that is the mass.
Unphased by the jeerings, Ian Paisley preaches on.

Shame on all preachers who cowar and shake the hand of Rome.

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The madness of it would be humorous, were it not so tragic.

Here you've got a bunch of middle class to rich youth who were educated above their intelligence. They're so educated that they exhibit the classical symptom of intellectual impotence: the complete and utter inability to process common sense.

The sight is pathetic. They're convinced that because they succumbed to the intellectual oppression of evolutionary *gag* science, they are become ascendant masters of humanity. Somehow they believe they've achieved an evolutionary leap of consciousness from their donkey-riding grandfathers of the Lebanese villages and look upon their roots with the same kind of triumphant nostalgia with which a chick would behold the egg-shell wherefrom it crawled.

Mr. and Mrs. academia boast a dizzying arsenal of scholarly terms as they proceed to drown you in terminology. They mock the average man as brainwashed by the same media which they spend hours watching yet somehow, swear they, remain immune to its nefarious influence.
And yet, to one's surprise, they have wholly assimilated its world-view and terminology:

1) evolution is a fact
2) Born-again Christians are bigoted fanatics
3) belief in a difference between the sexes and the races is evil
4) there is no absolute truth
5) Israel is wrong to defend itself

Number 4 is laughable. You might recognize yourself. Above all things you fear ridicule from your peers. You want to prove that you're an educated, open-minded intellectual.
You believe in a castrated god, that floats out there in space, impersonal enough that your conscience can never be ruffled by his laws and judgments. In the image of your own dishonest cowardice, you believe in a god that presents humanity with 60 000 equally valid ways to
74 000 aspects of some monistic truth.
You dare not openly offend the faith of the religious (though you utterly despise them in your heart) unless they're of the Bible-believing variety. The latter are fair-game. After all, you must prove your credentials as an enlightened member of the world-community.
You don't hesitate to classify the Bible in the category of "myths" yet you brazen-faced hypocrite haven't read enough literature in your life to be able to tell the difference between Homer and the New England Journal of Medicine.

You are your own god and your own final authority. You believe in the finality of your own moral code, customized to soothe your conscience and justify your actions. The word "sin" is alien to your repertoire.
All this from a most imperfect creature, who commits mistakes, flops on tests, crashes cars, hurts friends, ends up with unwanted pregnancies, criminal records, cheats, trips, aches, revels in laziness and sleep, stinks, vomits, denies responsibility, wastes money, forgets, dabbles in sexual perversion, gossips, is ungrateful, unforgiving, rebellious, etc

Yet YOU have YOUR own moral standard...ha! Excuse me while I puke in disgust.Get some spine and do something truly "intellectual" you bigoted ignoramus; pick up a King James Bible and read it from cover to cover, and study some history while you're at it, then we can have the semblance of an intelligent conversation where you can in pity show me the light.

Till then, I'll still be fighting sporadic urges to vomit in disgust at your philosophical system.

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It's been a while since the last study on Bible doctrines. I hope it'll increase your faith.

42 years, 42 stations, 42 months, 42 chapters

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Only by pride cometh contention: but with the well advised is wisdom (Proverbs 13:10)

If you stop to think about this verse you will notice it has two segments.

First segment. Only by pride cometh contention. My son made a very sobering thought on the subject. When you judge others, it is only because you think you are better than they are, he said. What you are really saying is that you are better than they are, that you do things better than they do and that you are a better person. That is what self-righteousness is all about, he added.

The second segment is: "but with the well advised is wisdom".
A contentious character is contrasted by the well advised.

Sometimes, if not many times, yeah if not always, we do not have all the details that surround a certain circumstance, or the many factors involved. Our thoughts and opinions of others could change drastically if we are well advised of all the various issues at play.

That is why the Bible says: BUT with the well advised is wisdom.

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It is good to scroll back from time and time and read your own posts. You'd be surprised to see your own words speak back to you. They could be a consolation as you go through the fiery trials.

Moreover, God was merciful in allowing me to be at my church this weekend and listen to two Navajo preachers, Wilson Calvin and Terrence Calvin preached to us (along with Stan Scot and Charles Andrews) for their preaching catered to my needs in many ways.

Here are some edited selections from a post dated January 2007 entitled Salted by fire or burned with fire. Which one are you?

Tested and tried, perfected and purified. That should be the case for every Christian. If not, then burned with fire is the judgement that awaits those who deny our Lord Jesus Christ.

Hebrews 12:29 - For our God is a consuming fire.

We will all appear before the Judgement Seat of Christ 1 Corinthians 3:13 - Every man's work shall be made manifest: for the day shall declare it, because it shall be revealed by fire; and the fire shall try every man's work of what sort it is.

In the meantime, our lives are salted and we are offered as a living sacrifice for the Godly fire is at work in our lives perfecting and purifying us. Mark 9:49 - For every one shall be salted with fire, and every sacrifice shall be salted with salt.

Talk out trials. My mother's summer accident has been a severe trial in my life. Trying us:1 Peter 1:7 - That the trial of your faith, being much more precious than of gold that perisheth, though it be tried with fire, might be found unto praise and honour and glory at the appearing of Jesus Christ: Purifying us:1 Peter 1:22 - Seeing ye have purified.

We know that gold is purified in fire Revelation 3:18 I counsel thee to buy of me gold tried in the fire.

Isn't that encouraging to read when you are going through fiery trials.
Thank you Lord Jesus for your living word. Like the rain on a dry ground, it shall always accomplish its purpose and refresh some thirsty soul.

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These sermons have been directed to people who have been born again by the Spirit of God by trusting the shed blood of the Lord Jesus Christ as FULL payment for ALL their sins.
The doctrine concerns such people. If you are not saved from hell yet, see paragraph above.
So now, dear born-again believer, if you are out of the will of God, out of fellowship and miserable, don't be afraid to return to Him. He will gladly take you back.

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David Peacock has a southern accent. It might be hard to understand... but you will understand. Listen to every word.

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Why do bad things happen to good people? This question has been asked over and over again, and I do not think the answer is easy to give. Needless to say that according to God’s word in Romans 10:12, there is none that doeth good, no, not one.

Over three weeks ago, my 81 year old mother who came to visit me from California fell down the stairs at my home. We woke up at 1:30 in the morning to the sound of a thump, only to find her lying on the middle landing of the stairs half conscious in a pool of blood. She was immediately transported by ambulance to a nearby hospital where I have spent the last two and half weeks of my life. She had suffered severe head trauma with five broken ribs.

My mother is a very godly woman. It broke my heart to see her lying in such pain and agony as she suffered hemorrage in the skull, fractured ribs with complications to follow including a strange hormone that the brain started producing, followed by a sharp drop in the blood sodium level as the white cells tripled coupled with urinary tract infection. She almost contracted pneumonia which would have threatened her already weak heart condition, not to mention the bruises and hematoma all over her body. She also lost her mobility, etc.

Why did all that happen? I don't know yet. We had just returned from a revival in Ohio, and were glorifying the Lord as another one was waiting for us at our local church. My mother and I were planning to go to yet another Arabic revival later in August. Then disaster struck.

I spent the first three days in the emergency ward by her bedside not knowing if she will or will not make it. Thankfully prayers were lifted up everywhere and the Lord saw us through. She is now recovering slowly but surely.

God never answered Job about all his troubles. I hope I will get an answer some day. In the meantime, I am thankful she is alive.

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Ever wondered about Daniel's 70 weeks?
Listen to Part 1 of a 6 part series on them by Dr.Estep.
You will see how a Bible-believer divides the word of truth, in subjection to the command found in 2 Timothy 2:15.

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Bible Doctrines

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Picked up from his home in the wee hours of the morning on 24 July 1947, Haralan Popov spent 13 years of his life in Bulgarian communist prisons where he was brutally beaten, physically and mentally tortured, all because he would not deny the Lord Jesus Christ.

In this small book you see communism in practice as to communism in theory. Communism demands complete uniformity and subservience. In the beginning I was greatly distressed to see how Mr. Popov was beaten to a pulp but when his trial came they asked his family to bring him his best clothes only to appear to the press and international reporters who were allowed to attend that there was nothing wrong behind communist jails. But as the book progressed I was appalled at the depravity of man. The horror scenes you read about would make you wonder if the men who tortured this brother are really human beings.

In the book you see how man has the capacity to rise to the greatest spiritual height, but he also has the capacity to sink to the lower most vile level. Only man has that range. In one instance, Mr. Popov recounts how his captors dug a pit, a punishment pit (reminded me of the bottom pit of Satan) in which 100 men were later shoved and the lid closed above their head leaving them gasping for a breath of air and left to starve to dealth. How this pastor ever survived is a miracle.

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If we haven't posted in a while, it is because we have been so busy with church-related activities; revivals, here and in Ohio. We are so blessed we can barely keep up. There is nothing worth comparing to knowing and serving the Lord Jesus Christ.
In a way I'm glad we haven't been around Pen of Iron much. Constantly attending to a website betrays a weak Christian life. How much praying and reading can one be doing when he is continually updating a site?

Until next post, this is Revelation 2:17 reminding you that the Lord Jesus Christ is the only begotten Son of God, and that putting your trust in His shed blood for the forgiveness of your personal sins is the only way you will ever enter into heaven.
Rome remains the scarlet harlot church of Satan, sworn enemy of the Bible and every Bible-believing Christian; ain't nothin' new under the sun.

Even so, come Lord Jesus.

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Before your mind goes wild thinking that in addition to the house I now own a condo, let me tell you what this condo is all about.

First of all, this condo is in the lot called "The good shepherd". It can house two people and my monthly installment does not exceed $61.- per month over a period of four years. Right now I only own the piece of land. If I want to buy a bronze plaque with my name on it, I could do that later on. Transportation fees and moving arrangments also are costly but then again I can buy a separate package later on. On the ownership deed, Claire, the seller, wanted to write "permanent condo". but I happily refused. Just call it a "condo" I said, if that is the terminology you use for a grave. For me, what you insist on calling a condo in order to hide the tragic reality of death is in fact NOT my permanent residence because I am getting out there on Resurrection Day.

Bewildered, Claire looked at me with tears in her eyes. I had been witnessing to her for about an hour now. She had come over so that I could formalize the transaction, and as I had promised her a couple of months ago, she would talk to me about the funeral plans but I would talk to her about my resurrection plans.

I would like to have what you have she said referring to the ease with which I handled the subject, and seeing the joyous look on my face. I kept on witnessing to her. Before the evening was over she was ready to pray with me. And she did. I cannot with all sincerity tell if she got saved or not, but I was amazed to see the tears sparkling in her eyes every now and then while I talked.

Next week, we are going to Ohio, I explained, but when I come back, will you give me permission to call you and invite to come to my church and hear some good bible teaching. She agreed. I left four gospel tracts with her which she promised she would read later that night. I encouraged her and she was going to start reading the gospel of John and searching the Bible for more truth which like most of us who come from Catholic background, knew very little about.

It not a common thing for people to talk with ease about a morbid subject (a grave, a condo or whatever you want to call it) but while Claire and I enjoyed the cake on the table, I thought of the verse in Nehemiah who said in 8:10 Go your way, eat the fat and drink the sweet, .. for the joy of the Lord is your strength.

One of the things I like about my recent acquisition is that it paved the way for me to also witness to the taxi driver who drove me as fast as he could (without any irregularities) in order to make it on time to my Claire appointment. The taxi driver turned out to be a Lebanese whose 21 year old son, Elie, was not what his father would like him to be. I promised Maurice that my son would get in touch with his son and may be the Lord will do something there as well.

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"Who did you come for?" was the question that I heard over and over again this Sunday afternoon after I bolted out of Bible Baptist to attend a funeral memorial service at a Catholic church.

Whereas I thought I was going to my friend's husband service, it turned out that there were three dead people who were being prayed ... or being remembered. Have mercy on them, the priests chanted. Prayer for the DEAD.

Excuse me? Who did you come for?

Is it not for JESUS?

The service was held in memory of three dead men and people wanted to find out to which dead person did you belong.

And let me tell you. The church was packed and I mean packed. I could not find a single parking spot when I arrived at Sainte Suzanne (the name of the catholic church where the ceremony was being held). Hundreds of people were in attendance. I parked a good ten minutes away and made it on foot the rest of the way.

The service went on and the chants too. I tried to find some mention of Jesus in what I heard but everytime God was mentioned, he was outshined by Mary. What a contradiction. The service was all over the place. One word about Jesus, others about the saints or Mary or humanity. As the communion service progressed, the chants honoured Mary as being higher the Cherubims and the Seraphims etc. She was hailed as the mother of ..... blasphemy after blasphemy and I struggled as I tried not to listen but I listened attentively to see if there was any hope, any ray of light that might shine in that darkness.

Sadness came over me as I pondered that once I was just as ignorant and in the dark as most of these people who were now lining up to partake of the body of Christ.

I was praying and asking the Lord to illuminate the hearts of the droves of lost sheep, all struggling in the dark. An announcement was made about some sort of a conference. The word was in a language I did not understand. A separate offering was collected. People were putting in $20 bills, but that would not buy them eternal life or eternal security, I pondered. How sad..

As I left the service, the only verse I could think of was what Jesus said unto him, Let the dead bury their dead: but go thou and preach the kingdom of God. Luke 9:60.

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One of my favourite sermons. Lester Roloff after he had been wrongfully imprisoned.
Lots of singing, and some powerful preaching.
Today Jack Patterson continues Roloff's ministry to the downtrodden youths.

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I'm in Nova Scotia, in the little town of Digby, on the northwestern horn. I drove back the youth group of Biblebelievers' Baptist Church from Montreal, 14 hours of driving time. Out of cash and gas.
Consecrated, Redeemed, I didn't get to pass by western union yet and might not be able today. Don't worry, I'll be taken care of. I might also be teaching Sunday school. Please pray for me. Been praying much with Pastor Peter, it's a real blessing.

It is now 5:50 P.M. over here. We're an hour ahead of Montreal.

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Isa 26:19 ... together with my dead body shall they arise. Awake and sing, ye that dwell in dust: for thy dew is as the dew of herbs, and the earth shall cast out the dead.

Okay. So since I turned fifty years of age I keep getting notification from all sorts of health departments asking me to go for all kinds of tests. The latest episode was a letter I got from the funeral parlour asking me if I have made funeral arrangements. I realize this may shock some of you but interestingly enough, and being the organized person that I am, and since we do not have a family cemetery in Canada, I figured I should be ahead of the game and I signed the application form returning the questionnaire in the postage-paid envelope.

Last night a lady from the parlour called me and we went over my requirements. Did I want a regular burial or cremation. (I am a Christian I replied, I wanted the traditional Christian burieal). Where did I want to be buried and why. I had picked a location and explained the reason for that particular spot being that I knew several believers buried there. The lady, for some reason, wanted to know what did I mean by "believers". Of course that threw the subject wide open and I got to witness to Claire who was quite open to the gospel. You call it burial site, but it is resurrection ground (got that from my assistant pastor, Brian). I want to rise with fellow believers from the same spot. She wanted to hear more about the resurrection and life after death. I explained to her that in order to rise you must fulfil one condition: you must be born again. I believe in God and in good, she said. I repeated the condition. You must be born again. You talk like one of the men I buried she replied (lol). We speak the same langauge because we have the same spirit, I replied.

For over half an hour, Claire and I conversed and I got to witness to her very clearly about her need to trust the Lord Jesus Christ. Again, she did not understand what I meant by "trust". Again I explained that it is not by works of righteousness but by faith we are saved through grace, not by works lest any man should boast. Also that whosoever shall call upon the name of the Lord shall be saved, that on the cross he had paid the price for all our sins and when he cried "it is finished" he had completed the job.

In the end, the lady agreed to meet with me in June to complete the formalities on condition that she would tell me about the burial plan and I would tell her about my resurrection plans.

Talking about the formalities, I wish to say that the stone they lay on the grave will cost $2500 alone and it has to conform to certain norms if I want it made elsewhere. I have often wondered about the epitaph that I would want on my grave.

I think I would like the verse above especially the phrase: awake and sing ye that dwell in the dust: thy dew is as the dew of herbs..

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