Bringing Home the Bacon

The start of another "New Year," and we're that much closer to the catching-away of the true Church. But before Christ can catch-away His waiting Bride, we can expect interesting times, like the crash of world stock exchanges, and the total abrogation of the US and Australian Constitutions (COD, 145:201-203). I expect the bottom to fall out of Commodities Markets, and a total collapse of world currencies, alongside the sinking of Los Angeles and 1500x4-500 miles of California with massive tidal waves before the Lord takes His children Home.

But let's commence the New Year on a light note.

A country preacher decided to skip services one Sunday and head to the hills to do some bear hunting. As he rounded the corner on a twist in the trail, he collided with a bear and went tumbling down the mountainside. His rifle went one way and he went the other.

He broke both legs, but that was the good news. The bad news was, the ferocious bear was charging him, and he couldn't move.

"Oh, Lord," he prayed, "I'm so sorry I skipped church to come out here and hunt. Please forgive me and grant just one prayer. Please make a Christian out of that bear. . . Please, Lord!"

Instantly the bear slid to a halt at the preacher's feet. Falling to its knees, its paws clasped together, the bear began to pray: "Dear God, bless this food I'm about to receive..."

Like that preacher, we'll each have decisions to make this year. Our decisions will mean the difference between eternal Life, or death. So before you make any decision, and before you ask God to grant your requests, test them by His Word to make sure they're His will and that you have a revelation of that Word. And when you have a revelation, be persistent.

We're very close to the time-frame of the vision in Matthew four, where Satan offered his one world government to the Lord Jesus: if He'd worship him. So there are many interesting changes taking place in our government and governments world-wide as national sovereignty and liberty is stolen-away from us by treacherous men anxious to buy a place for themselves in the coming NWO by selling out the citizens they're pledged to represent.

Here's another little story with a moral attached:-

A new Member of Parliament was being shown through the House by a veteran. Not content with the view from government's back bench, the new Member advanced to the Ministerial benches.

When his veteran guide remarked on his ambition, the new Member declared that from here he could see the whites of the eyes of the enemy. The veteran MP responded that Members across the House were Her Majesty's loyal Opposition, and that by the time he reached

Ministerial rank, all of his enemies would be seated BEHIND him! Words of wisdom. So long as Australia has the two party system of government, BOTH parties are controlled by the same foreign thugs. There's NO democracy and you have NO representation on any matter that doesn't conform with the plans of an unelected elite. And the purpose of changing Australia's Constitution is NOT to introduce a republic as we've been a republic since 1920. It's to enslave you and I.


In about 1900, an old skinner hitched the horses to his wagon, packed his traps and a few possessions and drove north. Some weeks later he called in to the small town of Carroll east of Gunnedah.

It was one Saturday morning when he walked into the general store. Sitting on the verandah were seven or eight of the local citizens.

The traveler spoke. "Gentlemen, could you direct me to the Keepit Swamp?"

Some of the oldtimers looked at him like he was crazy. "You must be a stranger in these parts," they said.

"I am. I'm from Yarrawonga on the Victorian border," said the stranger.

"In the Keepit Swamp are thousands of wild boars," one old man explained. "A man who goes into the swamp by himself asks to die!" He lifted up his leg. "I lost half my leg here, to the pigs of the swamp."

Another old fellow said, "Look at these cuts; my arm's bitten off! Those pigs have been free since Ned Kelly was a pup, eating snakes and roots and fending for themselves for over a hundred years. They're wild, and they're dangerous. You can't trap them. No man dare go enter the swamp by himself." They all nodded in agreement.

The old trapper said, "Thanks so much for the warning. Now, could you direct me to the swamp?" They said, "Well, yeah, it's due north -- straight up the river." But they begged him not to go, because he'd meet with a terrible fate.

He said, "Sell me ten sacks of corn, and help me load it in the wagon." Which they did. The old 'roo shooter bid them farewell and drove up the track. The townsfolk thought they'd never see him again. Two weeks later he came back. He pulled his wagon up to the general store and bought ten more sacks of corn. After loading it up he went back down the road toward the swamp.

Two weeks later he returned and again bought ten sacks of corn. This went on for a month. And then two months, then three. Every week or two the old skinner came to town on a Saturday morning, loaded up ten sacks of corn, and drove north into the swamp.

He soon became a legend in the little village of Carroll, and the subject of much speculation. People wondered what kind of devil possessed this man, that he could go into Keepit Swamp by himself and not be consumed by the wild boars.

One morning the man came into town as usual. Everyone expected him to buy more corn. But this time when he got off the wagon at the store where the usual group of men gathered, he took off his hat and addressed them.

"Gentlemen," he said, "I need to hire about ten or fifteen wagons. I need twenty or thirty men. I have six thousand pigs out in the swamp, penned up, and they're all hungry. I've got to get them to market right away."

"You've WHAT in the swamp?" asked the incredulous storekeeper. "I have six thousand pigs penned up. They haven't eaten for two or three days, and they'll starve if I don't get back there to feed and take care of them."

One of the oldtimers said, "You mean you've captured the wild pigs of Keepit?"

"That's right."

"How did you do that? What did you do?" the men urged.

One of them exclaimed, "But I lost my arm!"

"I lost my brother!" cried another.

"I lost my leg to those wild boars!" chimed a third.

The shooter said, "Well, the first week I went in there, they were wild all right. They hid in the undergrowth and wouldn't come out. I daren't get off the wagon. So I spread corn along behind. Every day I'd spread a sack of corn. The old pigs would have nothing to do with it."

"But the younger pigs decided it was easier to eat free corn than it was to dig out roots and catch snakes. So the very young began to eat the corn first. I did this every day. Pretty soon, even the old pigs decided that it was easier to eat free corn. After all, they were all free; they were not penned up. They could run off in any direction they wanted at any time."

"The next thing was to get them used to eating in the same place all the time. So I selected a clearing, and I started putting the corn in the clearing. At first they wouldn't come to the clearing. It was too far. It was too open. It was a nuisance to them."

"But the very young decided that it was easier to take the corn in the clearing than it was to root out roots and catch their own snakes. Shortly thereafter, the older pigs also decided that it was easier to come to the clearing every day."

"And so the pigs learned to come to the clearing every day to get their free corn. They could still subsidize their diet with roots and snakes and whatever else they wanted. After all, they were all free. They could run in any direction at any time. There were no bounds upon them."

"The next step was to get them used to fence posts. So I put fence posts all the way around the clearing. I put them in the underbrush so that they wouldn't get suspicious or upset. After all, they were just sticks sticking up out of the ground, like the trees and the brush. The corn was there every day. It was easy to walk in between the posts, get the corn, and walk back out."

"This went on for a week or two. Shortly they became very used to walking into the clearing, getting the free corn, and walking back out through the fence posts."

"The next step was to put one rail down at the bottom. I also left a few openings, so that the older, fatter pigs could walk through the openings and the younger pigs could easily jump over just one rail. After all, it was no real threat to their freedom or independence. They could always jump over the rail and flee in any direction at any time."

"Next I decided that I wouldn't feed them every day. And I began to feed them every other day. On the days I didn't feed them, the pigs still gathered in the clearing. They squealed, and they grunted, and they begged and pleaded with me to feed them. But I only fed them every other day. And I put a second rail around the posts."

"Now the pigs became more and more desperate for food because they were no longer used to going out and digging their own roots and finding their own food. Now they needed me. They needed my corn every other day. So I trained them to expect to be fed every other day if they came in through a gate. And I erected a third rail around the fence. But it was still no great threat to their freedom, because there were several gates and they could run in and out at will."

"Finally I put up the fourth rail. Then I closed all the gates but one, and I fed them very, very well. Yesterday I closed the last gate. And today I need you to help me take these pigs to market."

This allegory has a serious moral lesson. The story describes how the Commonwealth Government has borrowed money from International Bankers as bait to trap and enslave the once free and independent people of Australia.

Government welfare, has reduced our citizens to dependency on free handouts of some description. State and local governments are also being fast-tracked to extinction because their functions have been absorbed or are controlled by federal programs.

It's time we told the Globalists "NO"! to their free corn. Brother, it has strings attached. The bacon you save may be your own. (Frank Redmond, Fredericksburg, VA).


You know, at the time of the great Flood, there were giants in the land. And also after the Flood. Jesus said that the conditions of Noah's day would repeat in the days of His "parousia." Cain's people who went to the land East of Eden, intermarried with Adam's people back then. God never forgave that sin. Jesus said it would repeat. And today, East and West have embraced one another again, even though it's accursed of God.

Oh, we're going to become one Global Village, a computer Tower of Babel where all speak the same language on the 'Net -- before God confuses our computer language with Y2K. And there are Giants in the land today. Multinational giants, Giant corporations making cars and chemicals, mining, refining oil, banking, buying men's souls, and destroying their morals.

We have giant publishing and broadcasting houses whose income and expenditure is greater than the revenue of entire nations. Indeed they can dictate to nations, and in countries such as Australia, they pay no income taxes -- provided they're registered off-shore. Why, we wouldn't want to offend them by asking them to help the poor pay-as-you-earn citizen taxpayers, by contributing for their share of building and maintaining infrastructure. They might pick up their bat and go home.

Well, that would be the BEST thing for Australia. If all the giant multinationals went home, we could restore our protective tariffs and get back to being self-sufficient. We could become producers once more rather than gamblers. We could stand on our own two feet and take care of our own citizens, and let the foreign countries pay for our goods or do without, instead of chasing wages down and prices up.

God deals with individuals, NOT groups. His people are a separated people, NOT a "global village." Every one is NOT created equal and it's insanity to cast the different races into a cesspool called "multiculturalism" which is accursed of God.

God's a segregationalist. A separator. He separates His people Spiritually from the mass of sinners by faith in His Word. And He separated the races from one-another naturally by mountains and rivers, oceans, deserts and ice fields. He divided us naturally by color of skin, by physical features and by language so we couldn't comprehend those of diverse kind.

It's time for Christians to return to their own. To separate from pagan mythologies and man-made traditions and return to God and His Word. This year may be our last opportunity. If we see-out the year, and I expect we probably will. Soon comes the earthquake.

God said, "How can two walk together except they're agreed on His Word." So forget about giant multinational church systems. Forsake ecumenism and the WCC. Broad is the path that leads to damnation, but strait is the gate and narrow the way that leads to Life, and but FEW there be that find It. Therefore all the big churches and things are NOT of God.

Forget about the giants. God's interested in individuals. Look for God in humble things. Remember, the common people gladly heard Jesus, whereas: "not many wise after the flesh, not many mighty, not many noble, are called" (I Corinthians 1:26).


If it's accepted that the proposed Goods and Services Tax will seriously affect the Olympic budget, why's it so difficult to accept that the same taxation measure won't also damage domestic or small business budgets? There may not much we can do about the Olympics, except avoid it as an outbreak of temporary madness. We expect life to return to normal afterwards. But the GST is not a temporary form of madness -- it's a permanent form of madness. It should be resisted like poison.

Be very careful. You may find yourselves paying a percentage of your tax to PRIVATE banking companies such as WB and IMF. Yes, these are privately-owned corporations, and they're BROKE! They've been able to threaten or somehow coerce Australia's government to buy some of their bad debts. Can you believe it? Australia is so mentally deranged that we're subsidizing these private companies because of the bad business decisions they've made in Indonesia, Thailand, Russia, New Guinea, and God only knows where else.

You wait and see if the GST doesn't soon include a percentage for the UN, or a levy for sunshine or rain, a carbon tax or some other charge to fund a one world government that can enslave us. Or to pay-off the debts of the Third World, so that International Banks don't need to take responsibility for their own business decisions but their LOSSES are subsidized by Australian workers and their PROFITS they keep for themselves.

I tell you, Brethren, the time is soon going to be upon us when the financial system will collapse. Try to be out of debt. And do not keep more than the minimum of money in financial institutions, because when they close their doors, you'll be unable to retrieve your money. And don't think the government will be giving out the dole then. There's a little problem called Y2K or the Millennium Bug. Without an international computer system, there'll be no more free corn.

Did you hear that, little pig? We've all been fattened-up, we're all in the pen, and the butcher is ready to carve-up our bacon!

And don't think computers are the only problem. Computers are the least of all Y2K problems. The big problem is embedded chips in

machinery, in satellites, under the ocean, in factories, security and signaling equipment, etc., etc. We're in for a great time and the man's sharpening the knife little piggies.

There's only one place of safety, only one route of escape from the terrible slaughter coming upon this world. That's in the bosom of the Lord Jesus Christ. And there's only one way in. That's by a life lived by a clear revelation of the PRESENT Truth. radio119.htm

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