Revelation 17:1 And there came one of the seven angels which had the seven vials, and talked with me, saying unto me, Come hither; I will shew unto thee the judgment of the great whore that sitteth upon many waters:
THERE IS NO POST TODAY. HOPE EVERYONE HAS A VERY MERRY CHRISTMAS AND SPENDS TIME WITH THEIR FAMILY AND LOVED ONES; BECAUSE THAT IS WHAT LIFE IS REALLY ABOUT. THE NEWS FOR TODAY IS THAT WE CELEBRATE THAT CHRIST OUR SAVIOR WAS BORN. MAY EVERYONE HAVE PEACE AND JOY ON THIS CHRISTMAS DAY AND FORGET ABOUT THE MEANINGLESS FAKE NEWS THAT HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH WHAT LIFE IS ALL ABOUT. GOD BLESS YOU ALL!
VERSE FOR THE DAY
Matthew 1:21 And she shall bring forth a son, and thou shalt call his name Jesus: for he shall save his people from their sins.
Goldback Pros & Cons and a SCAM WARNING (VIDEO) – Financial Prepper – OLDER VIDEO BUT VERY GOOD VIDEO ON THE PROS AND CONS OF GOLDBACKS. JUST SAW MIKE ADAMS TOUTING THESE IN A VIDEO. OF COURSE HE IS SELLING THEM THROUGH AN AFFILIATE SITE. THEY ALSO TOUCH ON THE SUBJECT OF BREAKABLE 50 GRAM VALCAMBI BARS WHICH ARE BETTER PRICED AND ARE 999,9 FINE GOLD. I PERSONALLY WOULD NOT RECOMMEND THE GOLDBACKS!!!!!!!!!!!!
Matthew 1:23 Behold, a virgin shall be with child, and shall bring forth a son, and they shall call his name Emmanuel, which being interpreted is, God with us.
IMAGE FOR THE DAY
LYRIC FOR THE WEEK ( I HAVE NO GIFT TO BRING THAT’S FIT TO GIVE A KING )
Come they told me (ba rum bu bu bum) A new born king to see (ba rum bu bu bum) Our finest gifts we bring (ba rum bu bu bum) To set before the king (ba rum bu bu bum) Rum bu bu bum, Rum bu bu bum So to honor him (ba rum bu bu bum) When we come
Little baby (ba rum bu bu bum) I am a poor boy too (ba rum bu bu bum) I have no gift to bring (ba rum bu bu bum) That’s fit to give a king (ba rum bu bu bum)
Shall I play for you (ba rum bu bu bum) On my drum Then he nodded (ba rum bu bu bum) The Ox and Lamb kept time (ba rum bu bu bum) I played my drum for him (ba rum bu bu bum) I played my best for him (ba rum bu bu bum) Rum bu bu bum Rum bu bu bum Then he smiled at me (ba rum bu bu bum)
Me and my drum Me and my drum Me and my drum Me and my drum Me and my drum
( Little Drummer Boy by Katherine Kennicott Davis )
‘Twas The Night Before Christmas” – ( Biden Version )
‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all thro’ the White House, Not a creature was stirring, not even the louse; The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, In hopes that St. Hunter soon would be there; The children were nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of them danc’d in Old Joe’s head, And Jill in her ‘kerchief, and I in my Depends, Had just settled my dementia brain for a Dark Winter’s end. When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, I tripped out of bed to see what was the matter. Away to the window I stumbled with a crash, Tore open the shutters, and threw up the sash. The moon on the breast of the new fallen snow, Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below; Then, what to my wondering eyes should appear, But a minature sleigh, and some good-looking deer, With a gun-toting driver, so corrupt and so quick, I knew in a moment it was Hunter holding his prick. More rapid than eagles his hookers they came, And he whistled, and shouted, and call’d them by name: “Now! Dasher, now! Dancer, now! Prancer, and Vixen, “On! Comet, on! Cupid, on! Dunder and Blixen; “On top of me, and under me and to the top of the wall! “Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!” As dry leaves before the wild hurricane fly, When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky; So up to the bedroom the hookers they flew, With the sleigh full of Sex toys and St. Hunter too: And then in a twinkling, I heard on the roof The prancing and pawing of each little hoof. As I drew in my head, and was turning around, Down the chimney St. Hunter came with a bound: He was dress’d all in fur, from his head to his foot, And his skivvies were all tarnish’d with cigarette ashes and soot; A bundle of Sex toys was flung on his back, And he look’d like a peddler just opening his pack: His eyes – how they twinkled! his dimples how merry, His cheeks were like roses, he long ago lost his cherry; His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow, And the beard of his chin was covered in blow; The stump of a hash pipe he held tight in his teeth, And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath. He had a broad face, and a little round belly That shook when he laugh’d, like a bowl full of KY jelly: He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf, And I laugh’d when I saw him in spite of my brain-dead self; A wink of his eye and a twist of his head Made me so proud of him, I had nothing to dread. He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, And fill’d all the stockings; then turn’d with a jerk, And laying his finger aside of his nose He took one last snort and up the chimney he rose. He sprung to his sleigh, to his girls gave a whistle, And away they all flew, but he forgot his pistol: But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight- Ten percent for the “Big Guy”, and to all a good night.
Psalm 72:10-11The kings of Tarshish and of the isles shall bring presents: the kings of Sheba and Seba shall offer gifts. Yea, all kings shall fall down before him: all nations shall serve him.
Numbers 35:33 So ye shall not pollute the land wherein ye are: for blood it defileth the land: and the land cannot be cleansed of the blood that is shed therein, but by the blood of him that shed it.
John 18:36 Jesus answered, My kingdom is not of this world: if my kingdom were of this world, then would my servants fight, that I should not be delivered to the Jews: but now is my kingdom not from hence.
Gov. Pritzker peppered with questions about Illinois’ gun ban registry (VIDEO) – Bishop On Air – IN THE VIDEO WHEN ASKED WHY CERTAIN WEAPONS NEED TO BE REGISTERED PRITZKER STATES THAT YOU WANT TO KNOW WHO OWNS WHAT THEY CONSIDER SO-CALLED ASSAULT WEAPONS. THAT PRETTY MUCH SUMS IT UP, THEY WANT TO KNOW WHO HAS THEM FOR CONFISCATION PURPOSES AS REGISTRATION DOEN’T PREVENT USAGE AND CRIMINALS SURE WON’T BE REGISTERING. AS OF THIS WEEK WITH TWO WEEKS TO GO FOR THE REGISTRATION DEADLINE APPROXIMATELY 6,000 WEAPONS HAVE BEEN REGISTERED OUT OF 2.4 MILLION FOID CARD HOLDERS IN ILLINOIS. THAT’S 0.25% OF FOID CARD HOLDERS AND I’M SURE MANY HAVE MORE THAN ONE WEAPON. THAT SHOULD TELL YOU SOMETHING!!!!!!
Matthew 25:42-45For I was an hungred, and ye gave me no meat: I was thirsty, and ye gave me no drink: I was a stranger, and ye took me not in: naked, and ye clothed me not: sick, and in prison, and ye visited me not. Then shall they also answer him, saying, Lord, when saw we thee an hungred, or athirst, or a stranger, or naked, or sick, or in prison, and did not minister unto thee? Then shall he answer them, saying, Verily I say unto you, Inasmuch as ye did it not to one of the least of these, ye did it not to me.
LYRIC FOR THE WEEK
It’s Christmas time
There’s no need to be afraid
At Christmas time
We let in light and we banish shade
And in our world of plenty
We can spread a smile of joy
Throw your arms around the world
At Christmas time
But say a prayer
Pray for the other ones
At Christmas time
It’s hard, but when you’re having fun
There’s a world outside your window
And it’s a world of dread and fear
Where the only water flowing
Is the bitter sting of tears
And the Christmas bells that ring there
Are the clanging chimes of doom
Well, tonight thank God it’s them
Instead of you
And there won’t be snow in Africa this Christmas time
The greatest gift they’ll get this year is life (oh)
Where nothing ever grows, no rain nor rivers flow
Do they know it’s Christmas time at all? (oh)
(Here’s to you) Raise a glass for everyone
(Here’s to them) Underneath that burning sun
Do they know it’s Christmas time at all?
Feed the world
Feed the world
Feed the world
Let them know it’s Christmas time again
Feed the world
Let them know it’s Christmas time again
Feed the world
Let them know it’s Christmas time again
Feed the world
Let them know it’s Christmas time again
Feed the world
Let them know it’s Christmas time again
( Do They Know It’s Christmas by Bob Geldorf and Midge Ure )