Last week, a REAL Christian, a young black ballplayer at Charleston Southern University, elected to help put out a fire instead of fanning the flames of an already roaring inferno.
Chris Singleton stood with fellow players, coaching staff, and a couple dozen live microphones and cameras, and declared to all the world his forgiveness of the young maniac who’d shot and killed his sweet mother just hours earlier. He quietly, carefully clarified that his love and forgiveness were a choice – one that his mother would have encouraged him to make. And, while he was biting back the tears, heartbroken at the needless loss of his mama, he was by faith rejoicing that it wouldn’t be long before he would see her again.
The bereft athlete said NOTHING about the gun that was used to destroy his dear mother. All he could talk about was the gracious, forgiving, and colorless God, to whom his mother was so devoted. Sharonda Coleman-Singleton was herself an athlete, teacher, coach, minister – and foremost a mother who had raised her strong and bright-eyed child up in the nurture and admonition of the Lord. I’m sure she was beaming as her son delivered his impromptu, evangelistic eulogy – just as she had taught him.
Despite our president’s best efforts at keeping the racial pot stirred, I still see that kind of colorblind heart alive today: men and women of all colors rushing to aid and console people of all colors. It’s the inborn affection and grace that our Lord said would all but disappear toward the end of this fallen planet’s shelf life. It is, nonetheless, still determinedly practiced by those who haven’t sold their souls to 21st-century callous godlessness. And that freely-given kindness and strength of character are not exclusive features of any race.
Less than a decade ago, the wound of black/white HATRED in our nation seemed to be slowing and actually pushing forth some tender, nascent buds of healing. But, since his inauguration, we have watched the Obamas thoroughly resurrect and exacerbate the old southern Democrat’s insistance that a multicolored America can never blend and unify. Precisely as he accused the racist killer in his recent sermon in Charleston, Obama has spent much of his presidency sinisterly working to “deepen divisions that trace back to our nation’s original sin.” He uses the term ‘original sin’ to keep fresh the antique terror that most of today’s America – black and white – would like to see finally dead, buried, and forgotten. He’s rubbing salt into the 200+ year-old slash that he and his racist wife have helped to reopen.
Our alleged president sees tragedy as a tool. From Ferguson, Missouri, to the church shooting in Charleston, any convenient calamity can serve as political fuel in promoting his own warped agendas. He and his cronies know they’re in charge of a generally distracted and sleeping America. And they freely operate in the luxury of being allowed, by lazy default, to literally get away with anything.
Shamelessly, ever so subtly, he used the Memorial service in Charleston to further his objective of disarming America. Out of simple respect, his Marxist ambitions should never have had any part in that sacred event which was intended solely to honor those deceased. Instead of approaching a shocked and mourning nation with his hat in his hand, bringing words of genuine consolation and healing, he actually had the affront to use that bittersweet gathering to paint as villains our honest citizenry who bear arms to defend themselves and loved ones against just such insanity as that church massacre.
And his words, given in that context, hauled those victims and their heartbroken survivors into an apparent alliance with his anti-gun ambitions. He mercilessly invited that raging battle into the solemn decorum of a funeral. The weeping attendees and the onlooking world were too busy hurting to notice – and too dignified to ever suspect – that he might find their sorrow handy in helping to make a strong close on his pitch for gun control. Truly, his craft and deception know no bounds.
We lower ourselves in stretching to understand our supreme leader’s dictatorial logic (which slithers along like this): ‘It was obviously a hate crime. Only hateful criminals (and of course, some sportsmen) would want to keep guns.’ And then, about a week later, he retrofits another of his limping causes into the momentum of that aftershock; and the timing screams out this message to his rainbow troops: ‘Oh, and, by the way, any white, hetero homophobe who might not support gay marriage – or who may take issue with my hacking the Constitution to dismantle America – is just as racist and hateful as the Charleston shooter.’
And this is how he rolls – unceasingly. That sort of senseless emotional, non-sequitur chicanery is how he first captured the Oval Office. And it is his standard modus operandi in running his firmly-established rule over America. As we should now be well aware, he never wastes the potential energy of any convenient crisis – however unrelated – in pushing through his demands. He regularly employs his mind-numbing sophistry on the heads of his brave new America that has abandoned the effort of sane and safe circumspection for an easily applied political correctness. Riding on the tide of brain-dead liberals, BO now has the carte blanche to brandish his POWER and rub his totalitarian control in the face of a disunited conservative America. And an amused world that had formerly respected us looks on in disbelief.
Bill Clinton declared: “Obama is a master politician.” (Praise from Caesar.) At the Memorial gathering in Charleston, it was toward the silly, nationwide mob of his gullible and politically correct enablers – and only slightly, the comparatively few sorrowful who attended – that his sleazy ploy was directed. In the final analysis, it is painfully obvious that the shootings in Charleston, just like so many other recent disasters, are in fact welcomed as advantageous opportunities for our ruthless and determined president who intends to fully control America by the end of his second term.
All the blessed men and women who have fought to the death to keep the lights on at 1600 Pennsylvania Ave. never thought those lights would one day bedeck that distinguished address in order to give it the appearance of a gay bar. Neither did they ever imagine that its viciously deceptive and politically predatory occupant would there enthrone himself as the prancing enemy of all liberty.
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