“Religion and politics don’t mix.” I have been told that many, many times. Friend and enemy alike have argued the point.

Let’s see now. What do they mean by religion? “Religion” is the enemy of Christianity. Therefore, religion and Christianity don’t mix. A Christian believes in one God, manifest in flesh as Jesus Christ. The other gods are imposters. The only route to heaven is acceptance of Jesus Christ. The other gods are imposters. The only route to heaven is acceptance of Jesus Christ as Lord and Savior. Not Muhammad. Not Allah. Not Jehovah. Jesus Christ only. Christ didn’t say “any man can come to my Father by Allah, Mohammad or universal brotherhood.” He said: “No man cometh to the Father, but by me.”

At Valley Forge, in the winter of 1777-1778, 218 years ago, General Washington and his army were discouraged, half-starved. Washington was about to leave his post. But, in the providence of Almighty God, a letter fell into his hands. This letter was written by a soldier to his mother and said: “Mother as long as we have General Washington as our leader we will win this war for freedom under God.” Washington returned to his tent, tore up his resignation, fell on his knees before God in prayer, then went forth to lead his tattered and starving army to one of the greatest victories in history.

And for the most part, our founding Fathers were Christians. Our Constitution is Christian-oriented. Our history is Christian. And if our future is NOT Christian, we are finished as a free people.

Politics and Christianity don’t mix? Baloney. They’ll either mix or our free Republic is going to Hell.

I received the above article recently from a friend and agree 100%. There is a growing number of Christians that will not be silenced or intimidated and I am proud to be a part of them. I also know how the story ends and we win!

—CC—

The late Tom Anderson was a journalist I had great respect for. This was one of my favorite articles of his.

FABLE OF THE FLEAS

And it came to pass that two young fleas fell in love and after a short courtship married and settled down. They found a large, good-natured, and inactive dog for a home.

Theirs was truly an ideal life. Food, shelter, and heat were provided. There was a housing unit in every wrinkle. Life was sweet and easy. All they did was eat, sleep and multiply.

Freedom from want and fear had been attained, and they and their offspring enjoyed the abundant life.

But the patient old dog, sore and unappreciated, grew weak and weary. Unable any longer to support the hungry and rapidly multiplying non-productive population, he finally staggered off into the woods and died.

Consternation reigned among the fleas. They held meetings, protesting that the economic system had let them down. Some even threatened to vote for the other party. There was talk of suing the old dog for lack of cooperation.

Many of those panicky parasites perished on the spot. Others, bitter in spirit, trudged off into the cruel world and died by the roadside, trying to thumb a ride on another dog. None thought of shifting for themselves.

Now the moral of this little story is that if too many people depend on society, or government to look after them, to provide them with security, they may end in want and distress amid the wreckage of a nation. Let us not forget that there is no substitute for self-reliance, individual striving, and thrift, to provide for our future needs.

—CC—

Another of my favorites was written by a lady friend of his that he had not seen in a long time.

Dear Tom,

I have become a little older since I saw you last, and a few changes have come into my life since then. Frankly, I have become quite a frivolous old gal. I am seeing five gentlemen every day. As soon as I wake up, Will power helps me get out of bed. Then I go to see John. Then Charlie horse comes along, and when he is here he takes a lot of my time and attention. When he leaves, Arthur ritis shows up and stays the rest of the day. He doesn’t like to stay in one place very long, so he takes me from joint to joint. After such a day I’m really tired and glad to go to bed with Ben gay. What a life!

Remember, old folks are worth a fortune, with silver in their hair, gold in their teeth, stones in their kidneys, lead in their feet, and gas in their stomachs.

P.S. The preacher came to call the other day. He said at my age I should be thinking about “the hereafter.” I told him, “Oh I do all the time. No matter where I am, in the parlor, upstairs, in the kitchen or down in the basement, I ask myself “what am I hereafter?”

—CC—

Things are not great in our country. In fact, the following article sums it up.

“It is a gloomy moment in the history of our country. Not in the lifetime of most men has there been so much grave and deep apprehension; never has the future seemed so incalculable as at this time. The domestic economic situation is in chaos. Our dollar is weak throughout the world. Prices are so high as to be utterly impossible. The political cauldron seethes and bubbles with uncertainty. Russia hangs, as usual, like a cloud, dark and silent, upon the horizon. It is a solemn moment. Of our troubles no man can see the end.”

Sounds like it could have been written today. It actually appeared in Harper’s Magazine October 10, 1847.