CAESERISM - ABSOLUTE GOVERNMENT; IMPERIALISM
As this country gets closer and closer to this type of autocratic government that thinks it can control every aspect of our lives, we must stand firm in our devotion to God and our determination to obey him rather than men (or government). Since this topic was covered under the A’s (Absolutism) I won’t belabor the point and instead pass along a poem I received from Mark McWhorter that paints the picture very clearly. As way of disclaimer, I am a pacifist and would never encourage physical acts of violence against our present government or any other government that I might live under, but there are ways of fighting that do not shed blood, and we must realize that there is a battle going on.
Title: A VISITOR FROM THE PAST”
Author: Thelen Paulk
I had a dream the other night, I didn’t understand.
A figure walking through the mist, with flintlock in his hand.
His clothes were torn and dirty, as he stood there by the bed.
He took off his three-cornered hat, and speaking low, he said:
“We fought a revolution, to secure our liberty.
We wrote the constitution, as a shield from tyranny.
For future generations, this legacy we gave.
In this, the land of the free and the home of the brave.”
“The freedom we secured for you, we hoped you’d always keep.
But tyrants labored endlessly while your parents were asleep.
Your freedom gone, your courage lost, you’re no more than a slave.
In this, the land of the free and the home of the brave.”
“You buy permits to travel, and permits to own a gun,
permits to start a business, or to build a place for one.
On land that you believe you own, you pay a yearly rent.
Although you have no voice in choosing, how the money’s spent.”
“Your children must attend a school that does not educate.
Your Christian values can’t be taught, according to the state.
You read about the current news, in a regulated press.
You pay a tax you do not owe, to please the I.R.S.”
“Your money is no longer made of Silver or of Gold.
You trade your wealth for paper, so your life can be controlled.
You pay for crimes that make our Nation, turn from God in shame.
You’ve taken Satan’s number, as you’ve traded in your name.”
“You’ve given government control, to those who do you harm,
so they can padlock churches, and steal the family farm,
and keep our country deep in debt, put men of God in jail,
harass our fellow countrymen, while corrupted courts prevail.”
“Your public servants don’t uphold the solemn oath they’ve sworn.
Your daughters visit Doctors, so their children won’t be born.
Your leaders ship artillery, and guns to foreign shores,
and send your sons to slaughter, fighting other people’s wars.”
“Sons of the Republic, arise and take a stand!
Defend the Constitution, the Supreme Law of the Land!
Preserve our Great Republic, and each God-Given Right!
And pray to God, to keep the torch of Freedom burning bright!”
As I awoke he vanished, in the mist from whence he came.
His words were true, we are not free, we have ourselves to blame.
For even now as tyrants, trample each God-Given Right.
We only watch and tremble, too afraid to stand and fight.
If he stood by your bedside, in a dream, while you’re asleep,
and wonders what remains of our Rights he fought to keep.
What would be your answer, if he called out from the grave:
“IS THIS STILL THE LAND OF THE FREE AND THE HOME OF THE BRAVE??”