Canadian Mennonite pastor converts to Christianity

December 29, 2009

Rev. Jim Shantz is a Mennonite Alberta Conference Pastor. In 2008 he experienced a second conversion: from Christian Zionism to Christianity. In the honest pastor’s own words: “This tour was the needed life experience to expunge any vestige of Christian Zionism in me!” Read about his conversion entitled Christian Zionism!?

It would be nice to see other Mennonite conversions. I noticed in the January 2010 Mennonite Brethren Herald that editor Laura Kalmar referred to Christianity as a “Judeo-Christian tradition.” So she is not yet a fully optimized Christian. In fact, this “Judeo-Christian” thing is not very old. According to Jewish New World Order expert, Dr. Henry Makow, “All religions will be permeated with Judaism without even being noticed by the masses, and they will all be under the invisible all-seeing eye of the Grand Architect of Freemasonry.”

What’s wrong with Joseph Farah of WorldNetDaily?

December 29, 2009

Joseph Farah of WorldNetDaily is a Christian Zionist and an apologist for the racist and apartheid State of Israel, a firm believer in Israel’s  ethnic cleansing of the Palestinians and the USA’s torture practices.

Without a doubt, he is a top-rated useful idiot, masquerading as a conservative Christian, but in fact promoting the political Zionist agenda of extermination of the Palestinians. This is no surprise because it’s what Christian Zionists are supposed to do.

Christian churches that do not worship political Zionism, some surprises

December 27, 2009

Denominations are not listed in any particular order. And, of course, not all congregations are fervently anti-Zionist. This would depend largely on the clergy and governing boards of each church. And some congregations known as “cults” (for example, Jehovah’s Witnesses) say “There [is] no Scriptural support for political Zionism.”


Roman Catholic

Reformed Church In America

Greek Orthodox



United Church of Christ

Baptist (some)

United Methodist

Disciples of Christ

Episcopal Church

Pentecostal (none) Unfortunately, most charismatic denominations such as Pentecostals belong to the Christian Zionism cult, with rare exceptions.

For further details, see Challenging Christian Zionism.

Here are a few Canadian churches that have been duped by the Christian Zionist and Israeli front organization known as Chosen People Ministries.

One major Christian Zionist cultist and Israeli front man is Charles McVety of Canada Christian College who has established a “Chair in Israel Studies” with the Jewish Masonic Order B’nai Brith whose Executive VP “Dr.” (honourary from McVety’s college) Frank Dimant is first Chair.

Anxious for Armageddon

December 27, 2009

In Anxious for Armageddon author Rev. Dr. Donald E. Wagner (deceased 2007), professor and director of the Center for Middle Eastern Studies at North Park University in Chicago, tells of his conversion from Christian Zionism, the belief that Christians should “bless” the political state of Israel, even when it commits genocide (as in Gaza). The catalyst for Dr. Wagner’s conversion was his being bombed by Israeli Zionists while he visited Christians in Lebanon.

World’s most famous Christian prisoner

December 27, 2009

The world’s most famous Christian prisoner, Mordechai Vanunu, has been arrested again. Why doesn’t an outfit likeThe Voice of Martyrs mention Vanunu’s name? Answer: As Christian Zionists, they would rather please the racist apartheid State of Israel than to request prayer and help for a true Christian. It’s that simple.

Vanunu, a Moroccan-born Jew who converted to Christianity says this in an interview with Eileen Flemming of We Are Wide Awake:

“I am not harming Israel. I am not interested in Israel. I want to tell you something very important. I suffered here 18 years because I am a Christian, because I was baptized into Christianity. If I was a Jew I wouldn’t have all this suffering here in isolation for 18 years. Only because I was a Christian man.”

And here are a few other Christian prisoners of conscience, in Zionist prisons for the crime of asking questions.

Does everyone have “the right to freedom of thought, conscience and religion”? Obviously not.

Scam alert: Kwanzaa “racist holiday from hell” says Rev. Jesse Lee Peterson

December 26, 2009

Kwanzaa is a “racist holiday from hell” says black cleric Rev. Jesse Lee Peterson.

So why do so many Christians unwittingly celebrate Kwanzaa which begins December 26. Is it right for Christians to celebrate something started by Marxist political activist Ron Everett / Maulana Karenga, a convicted murderer and torturer of women?

Kwanzaa’s “official black, green, and red flag promotes racial separatism and violence.” The seven-branch Kinara was probably borrowed from the self-worship religion of the Babylonian Talmud.

Interestingly, about 98 percent of Black Americans celebrate Christmas, not Kwanzaa.

So together, let’s celebrate the One who promoted love and peace for the whole world. Merry Christmas!


December 25, 2009

When Zionists are in control it's difficult to get to Bethlehem.

Protect your web surfing session

December 25, 2009

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Baptist Zionists United for War

December 25, 2009

Almost 1.4 million innocents have been killed in Iraq since the US-led war began. And it’s no surprise that Zionist Christians played an important part by using their theory of  “just war.” Israel-worshipers Richard Land; Bill Bright, chairman of Campus Crusade for Christ International; Chuck Colson, chairman of Prison Fellowship Ministries; D. James Kennedy, president of Coral Ridge Ministries; and Carl Herbster, president of the American Association of Christian Schools, all said George Bush did a good job in Iraq!

The Christian Zionist hypocrisy continues today (Dec. 24, 2009), according to Philip Giraldi, with arch-Israel worshiper, John Hagee, taking the lead in promoting a destructive “Christian” war. And wannabe president Sarah Palin is already preaching war for Israel.

Christmas Eve 1921

December 24, 2009

Pa never had much compassion for the lazy or those who squandered their means and then never had enough for the necessities. But for those who were genuinely in need, his heart was as big as all outdoors. It was from him that I learned the greatest joy in life comes from giving, not from receiving.

It was Christmas Eve 1921. I was fifteen years old and feeling like the world had caved in on me because there just hadn’t been enough money to buy me the rifle that I’d wanted for Christmas. We did the chores early that night for some reason. I just figured Pa wanted a little extra time so we could read in the Bible.

After supper was over I took my boots off and stretched out in front of the fireplace and waited for Pa to get down the old Bible. I was still feeling sorry for myself and, to be honest, I wasn’t in much of a mood to read Scriptures. But Pa didn’t get the Bible; instead he bundled up again and went outside. I couldn’t figure it out because we had already done all the chores. I didn’t worry about it long though; I was too busy wallowing in self-pity. Soon Pa came back in. It was a cold clear night out and there was ice in his beard. “Come on, Matt,” he said. “Bundle up good, it’s cold out tonight. “I was really upset then. Not only wasn’t I getting the rifle for Christmas, now Pa was dragging me out in the cold, and for no earthly reason that I could see. We’d already done all the chores, and I couldn’t think of anything else that needed doing, especially not on a night like this. But I knew Pa was not very patient at one dragging one’s feet when he’d told them to do something, so I got up and put my boots back on and got my cap, coat, and mittens. Ma gave me a mysterious smile as I opened the door to leave the house. Something was up, but I didn’t know what.

Outside, I became even more dismayed. There in front of the house was the work team, already hitched to the big sled.  Whatever it was we were going to do wasn’t going to be a short, quick, little job. I could tell. We never hitched up this sled unless we were going to haul a big load.

Pa was already up on the seat, reins in hand. I reluctantly climbed up beside him. The cold was already biting at me. I wasn’t happy. When I was on, Pa pulled the sled around the house and stopped in front of the woodshed. He got off and I followed. “I think we’ll put on the high sideboards,” he said. “Here, help me.” The high sideboards! It had been a bigger job than I wanted to do with just the low sideboards on, but whatever it was we were going to do would be a lot bigger with the high sideboards on. After we had exchanged the sideboards, Pa went into the woodshed and came out with an armload of wood — the wood I’d spent all summer hauling down from the mountain, and then all fall sawing into blocks and splitting. What was he doing? Finally I said something. “Pa,” I asked, “what are you doing?” “You been by the Widow Jensen’s lately?” he asked. The Widow Jensen lived about two miles down the road. Her husband had died a year or so before and left her with three children, the oldest being eight. Sure,I’d been by, but so what? “Yeah,” I said, “Why?” “I rode by just today,” Pa said. “Little Jakey was out digging around in the woodpile trying to find a few chips. They’re out of wood, Matt.” That was all he said and then he turned and went back into the woodshed for another armload of wood. I followed him. We loaded the sled so high that I began to wonder if the horses would be able to pull it.

Finally, Pa called a halt to our loading, then we went to the smokehouse and Pa took down a big ham and a side of bacon. He handed them to me and told me to put them in the sled and wait. When he returned he was carrying a sack of flour over his right shoulder and a smaller sack of something in his left hand. “What’s in the little sack?” I asked. “Shoes. They’re out of shoes. Little Jakey just had gunnysacks wrapped around his feet when he was out in the wood pile this morning. I got the children a little candy too. It just wouldn’t be Christmas without a little candy.”

We rode the two miles to Widow Jensen’s pretty much in silence. I tried to think through what Pa was doing. We didn’t have much by worldly standards. Of course, we did have a big woodpile, though most of what was left now was still in the form of logs that I would have to saw into blocks and split before we could use it. We also had meat and flour, so we could spare that, but I knew we didn’t have any money, so why was Pa buying them shoes and candy?? Really, why was he doing any of this? Widow Jensen had closer neighbors than us; it shouldn’t have been our concern.

We came in from the blind side of the Jensen house and unloaded the wood as quietly as possible, and then we took the meat and flour and shoes to the door. We knocked. The door opened a crack and a timid voice said, “Who is it?” “Lucas Miles, Ma’am, and my son, Matt. Could we come in for a bit?” Widow Jensen opened the door and let us in.  She had a blanket wrapped around her shoulders. The children were wrapped in another and were sitting in front of the fireplace by a very small fire that hardly gave off any heat at all. Widow Jensen fumbled with a match and finally lit the lamp. “We brought you a few things, Ma’am,” Pa said and set down the sack of flour. I put the meat on the table. Then Pa handed her the sack that had the shoes in it. She opened it hesitantly and took the shoes out one pair at a time. There was a pair for her and one for each of the children — sturdy shoes, the best, shoes that would last. I watched her carefully. She bit her lower lip to keep it from trembling and then tears filled her eyes and started running down her cheeks. She looked up at Pa like she wanted to say something, but it wouldn’t come out. “We brought a load of wood too, Ma’am,” Pa said. He turned to me and said, “Matt, go bring in enough to last awhile. Let’s get that fire up to size and heat this place up.” I wasn’t the same person when I went back out to bring in the wood. I had a big lump in my throat and as much as I hate to admit it, there were tears in my eyes too. In my mind I kept seeing those three kids huddled around the fireplace and their mother standing there with tears running down her cheeks with so much gratitude in her heart that she couldn’t speak. My heart swelled within me and a joy that I’d never known before, filled my soul. I had given at Christmas many times before, but never when it had made so much difference. I could see we were literally saving the lives of these people. I soon had the fire blazing an d everyone’s spirits soared.

The kids started giggling when Pa handed them each a piece of candy and Widow Jensen looked on with a smile that probably hadn’t crossed her face for a long time. She finally turned to us. “God bless you,” she said. “I know the Lord has sent you. The children and I have been praying that he would send one of his angels to spare us.”

In spite of myself, the lump returned to my throat and the tears welled up in my eyes again. I’d never thought of Pa in those exact terms before, but after Widow Jensen mentioned it I could see that it was probably true. I was sure that a better man than Pa had never walked the earth. I started remembering all the times he had gone out of his way for Ma and me, and many others. The list seemed endless as I thought on it. Pa insisted that everyone try on the shoes before we left. I was amazed when they all fit and I wondered how he had known what sizes to get. Then I guessed that if he was on an errand for the Lord that the Lord would make sure he got the right sizes.

Tears were running down Widow Jensen’s face again when we stood up to leave. Pa took each of the kids in his big arms and gave them a hug. They clung to him and didn’t want us to go. I could see that they missed their Pa, and I was glad that I still had mine. At the door Pa turned to Widow Jensen and said, “The Mrs. wanted me to invite you and the children over for Christmas dinner tomorrow. The turkey will be more than the three of us can eat, and a man can get cantankerous if he has to eat turkey for too many meals. We’ll be by to get you about eleven. It’ll be nice to have some little ones around again. Matt, here, hasn’t been little for quite a spell.” I was the youngest. My two brothers and two sisters had all married and had moved away. Widow Jensen nodded and said, “Thank you, Brother Miles. I don’t have to say, “May the Lord bless you,’ I know for certain that He will.” Out on the sled I felt a warmth that came from deep within and I didn’t even notice the cold. When we had gone a ways, Pa turned to me and said, “Matt, I want you to know something. Your ma and me have been tucking a little money away here and there all year so we could buy that rifle for you, but we didn’t have quite enough. Then yesterday a man who owed me a little money from years back came by to make things square. Your ma and me were real excited, thinking that now we could get you that rifle, and I started into town this morning to do just that. But on the way I saw little Jakey out scratching in the woodpile with his feet wrapped in those gunnysacks and I knew what I had to do. Son, I spent the money for shoes and a little candy for those children. I hope you understand.”

I understood, and my eyes became wet with tears again. I understood very well, and I was so glad Pa had done it. Now the rifle seemed very low on my list of priorities. Pa had given me a lot more. He had given me the look on Widow Jensen’s face and the radiant smiles of her three children.

For the rest of my life, whenever I saw any of the Jensen’s, or split a block of wood, I remembered, and remembering brought back that same joy I felt riding home beside Pa that night. Pa had given me much more than a rifle that night; he had given me the best Christmas of my life.

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