Sunday, October 24, 2010


Since it is hunting season, does that mean I can shoot the hunters?  Yeesh!

We went to church this morning at a home church and it was interesting.  I like it.  There was no weird preaching.  (The church we went to these past few weeks, the preacher was saying that Obama is the antichrist, everyone is going to be raptured very shortly, and the earth is going to be "purified by fire" in 2012.)

How church went this morning.  Open with prayer, sing a couple of songs, read two chapters from the New Testament, and read two chapters from the Old Testament, then close with the Lord's Prayer.  There is no preaching.  However, after church was over, we hung out for several hours, let the children play, and we just talked.  About everything.  We even discussed a bit about what was read.  There was no need for after church, discussing with the children what the preacher had said and how wrong it was. 

I remember everyone trying to say Bush (1 and 2) were the antichrist.  Ironically enough, I never remember hearing it about Clinton.  But this whole "Pin the tail on the antichrist" this is garbage.

2 John 1:7 For many deceivers are entered into the world, who confess not that Jesus Christ is come in the flesh. This is a deceiver and an antichrist.

1 John 4:3

And every spirit that confesseth not that Jesus Christ is come in the flesh is not of God: and this is that [spirit] of antichrist, whereof ye have heard that it should come; and even now already is it in the world.

1 John 2:22

Who is a liar but he that denieth that Jesus is the Christ? He is antichrist, that denieth the Father and the Son.

1 John 2:18

Little children, it is the last time: and as ye have heard that antichrist shall come, even now are there many antichrists; whereby we know that it is the last time.

So, anyone that denies Christ is an antichrist.  Anti simply means against.  As for the world being "purified" in 2012, this is reminding me a lot of the whole millennium thing where people were buying $500 generators for $3000.  I don't know what is going to happen in 2012.  I don't know what is going to happen tomorrow.  I have an idea because I have plans in my head, but there is no guarantee that what I have planned for tomorrow is actually going to happen.

The whole Mayan calendar thing could be something as simple as whomever made the calendar ran out of ink.  (Or carving stone as the case may be.)  My Bible says nothing about 2012.  It tells me how to live my life.  Not how to panic over some vague event that might or might not happen.  Instilling panic in people from a pulpit (or attempting to) trying to tell them they are doomed in just over a year is not how to go about preaching.  (Well, you're doomed if you don't get raptured.)

So, this morning's church service was rather refreshing.  And, I got to hold a baby.  They have three children and their oldest is the same age as Hannah.  So, she has her hands full.

When we got home, we checked on the animals and went for a walk to our "new, new" neighbors.  We cut through the woods to see how long it would take.  One hour, twenty minutes.  Since we are going to be going there on a semi-regular basis, we are going to cut a walk path.  That way, they can come visit us as well.  Their car is low, so they would not make it down the logging trail.

We saw a black rat snake on the walk.  It was about four feet long.  It's nonpoisonous so we let the children have a look (from a distance just to be safe and keep in their mind snake safety) until he (she?) slithered off.

Also on the walk (thus the yelling in the title) we came across a deer stand.  Someone set up a 55 gallon drum on our property to use as a deer stand.  Guess what?  We now have a 55 gallon drum complete with lid and locking ring.  Also on our property, there was a bunch of cigarette butts.  Someone standing in one place smoking for quite a while.  This was near our driveway.  I am not happy.  I don't care if you hunted here every day for the past 100 years.  This is private property.  We live here.  This is our land.  There is a take line that you are more than welcome to.  The Army Corps of Engineers has happily marked it out for you saying "Hunt Here!"  Thus the whole "take line."  It means "Take your butts over there and hunt your deer, bobcat, coyote, otter, bear, etc over where the white marks are and take the animals that are there.  TAKE LINE."  Get the heck off my property.

The only people that are allowed to hunt here are people that I know and trust around my children with a loaded firearm and have my permission.  If I don't know you, go away.  If I know you and you haven't asked, go away.  If I know you and don't trust you around my children with a loaded firearm, get the heck away.  Simple as that.  I don't even have to like you.  I can think you are the worst person in the world, but if I know you can handle a gun, I am not going to deny you a chance to feed your family if your primary source of food is game.

But coming on my property without my knowledge or consent is a good way to get your butt handed to you. 

1 comment:

ravinlunachick said...

Did you leave a nice note for the hunter to find when he comes back to his deer stand? I would have. We have woods on the edge of our property, and a creek, and have a lot of trouble with people riding 4-wheelers along the creek bed. Somebody even drug their used-to-be-alive Christmas tree under the bridge and up the hill, just to leave behind for us. Nice, huh? I keep hoping I'll eventually catch them, but no luck yet.