Saturday, February 25, 2017

Weeping for the slain of Protestant America


“Oh that my head were waters, and mine eyes a fountain of tears, that I might weep day and night for the slain of the daughter of my people!” (Jer. 9:1).

Listen to the almost completed plan to overthrow America, related to us from a discerning man from the 19th century.

When it became evident, in 1851, that my plan of forming a grand colony of Roman Catholic French-speaking people on the prairies of Illinois was to be a success, D’Arcy McGee, then editor of The Freeman’s Journal, official Journal of the Bishop of New York, wrote me to know my views, and immediately determined to put himself at the head of a similar enterprise in behalf of the Irish Roman Catholics. He published several able articles to show that the Irish people, with very few exceptions, were demoralized, degraded and kept poor, around their groggeries, and showed how they would thrive, become respectable and rich, if they could be induced to exchange their grog shops for the fertile lands of the west. Through his influence, a large assembly, principally composed of priests, to which I was invited, met at Buffalo, in the spring of 1852. But what was his disappointment, when he saw that the greatest part of those priests were sent by the Bishops of the United States to oppose and defeat his plans!

He vainly spoke with a burning eloquence for his pet scheme. The majority coldly answered him: “We are determined, like you, to take possession of the United States and rule them; but we cannot do that without acting secretly and with the utmost wisdom. If our plans are known, they will surely be defeated. What does a skillful general do when he wants to conquer a country? Does he scatter his soldiers over the farm lands, and spend their energy and power in ploughing the fields and sowing grain? No! he keeps them well united around his banners, and marches at their head, to the conquest of the strongholds, the rich and powerful cities. The farming countries then submit and become the price of his victory without moving a finger to subdue them. So it is with us. Silently and patiently, we must mass our Roman Catholics in the great cities of the United States, remembering that the vote of a poor journeyman, though he be covered with rags, has as much weight in the scale of power as the millionaire Astor, and that if we have two votes against his one, he will become as powerless as an oyster. Let us then multiply our votes;; let us call our poor but faithful Irish Catholics from every corner of the world, and gather them into the very hearts of those proud citadels which the Yankees are so rapidly building under the names of Washington, New York, Boston, Chicago, Buffalo, Albany, Troy, Cincinnati, ect. Under the shadows of those great cities, the Americans consider themselves a giant and unconquerable race. They look upon the poor Irish Catholic people with supreme contempt, as only fit to dig their canals, sweep their streets and work in their kitchens. Let no one awake those sleeping lions, today. Let up pray God that they may sleep and dream their sweet dreams, a few years more. How sad will their awakening be, when with our out-numbering votes, we will turn them for ever, from every position of honour, power and profit! What will those hypocritical and godless sons and daughters of the fanatical Pilgrim Fathers say, when not a single judge, not a single teacher, not a single policeman, will be elected if he be not a devoted Irish Roman Catholic? What will those so-called giants think of their matchless shrewdness and ability, when not a single Senator or member of congress will be chosen, if he be not submitted to our holy father the Pope! What a sad figure those Protestant Yankees will cut when we will not only elect the President, but fill and command the armies, man the navies and hold the keys of the public treasury? It will then be time for our faithful Irish people to give up their grog shops, in order to become the judges and governors of the land. Then, our poor and humble mechanics will leave their damp ditches and muddy streets, to rule the cities in all their departments, for the stately mansion of Mayor to the more humble, though not less noble position of teacher.

“Then, yes! then, we will rule the United States, and lay them at the feet of the Vicar of Jesus Christ, that he may put an end to their godless system of education, and impious laws of liberty of conscience which are an insult to God and man!”

D’Arcy McGee was left almost alone when the votes were taken. From that, the Catholic priests, with the most admirable ability and success, have gathered their Irish legions into the great cities of the United States, and the American people must be very blind indeed, if they do not see that if they do nothing to prevent it, the day is very near when the Jesuits will rule their country, from the magnificent White House at Washington to the humblest civil and military department of this vast Republic. They are already the masters of New York, Baltimore, Chicago, St. Paul, New Orleans, Mobile, Savannah, Cincinnati, Albany, Troy, Milwaukee, St. Louis, San Francisco, ect. Yes! San Francisco, the rich, the great queen of the Pacific, is in the hands of the Jesuits!

From the very first days of the discovery of the gold mines of California, the Jesuits had the hopes of becoming masters of those inexhaustible treasures, and they secretly laid their plans, with the most profound ability and success. They saw, at once, that the great majority of the lucky miners, of every creed and nation, were going back home as soon as they had enough to secure an honourable competence to their families. It became then evident, that of those multitudes which the thirst of gold had brought from every corner of the world, not one out of fifty would fix their homes in San Francisco. The Jesuits saw at a glance that if they could persuade the Irish Catholics to settle and remain there, they would soon be the masters and rulers of that golden city whose future is so bright and so great! And that scheme, worked day and night, with the utmost perseverance, has been crowned with perfect success….

The Americans, with few exceptions, do not pay any attention to the dark cloud which is rising at their horizon, from Rome. Though that cloud is filled with rivers of tears and blood, they let it grow and rise without even caring how they will escape from the impending hurricane. Fifty years in the church of Rome, excerpts from chapter 59.

Let us awaken from our day-dreamy hope in a future utopia of liberty and justice for all. Everything that has brought Protestant America comfort and happiness is soon to be swept away. This is because we have abandoned our God and His one true religion of His Bible—Protestantism. Pervasive corruption fills our land, not only outside the churches, but within. Where is the character of Christ seen, as in the days of old by patriarchs and prophets, kings and apostles? Where are the holy men of God today? Where are the watchmen on the walls of Zion, warning the Protestant peoples of the impending crisis described above? When every leader, religious, political, military, financial, is sworn to uphold the self-acclaimed Vicar of Christ, Lord God the Pope, then we will see justice and mercy disappear. Absolute power will engender absolute corruption. In the wake of worldwide abuse of power, happiness will disappear from the earth.

“The beast that thou sawest was, and is not; and shall ascend out of the bottomless pit, and go into perdition: and they that dwell on the earth shall wonder, whose names were not written in the book of life from the foundation of the world, when they behold the beast that was, and is not, and yet is.” (Rev. 17:8).

Slavery will return on a scale never yet seen. Everyone outspoken against the coming regime, everyone still holding on to the “the old paths, where is the good way” (Jer. 6:16), and everyone clinging to the Ten Commandments in spirit and in truth, will be induced to join the apostasy. If they turn down the offer they will be judged extremist and terroristic, and sentenced to enslavement. If work farms and concentration camps don’t change their minds and hearts, then they will be tortured. And finally, if torture doesn’t force them to join in the world of perdition, they must be exterminated, martyred. Only the elite families will have plenary freedom and food because they serve the papal party.

The Beast of Revelation 11:7 has arisen from the bottomless pit to make war on the remnant of the true church’s people, to overcome them, and to kill their loyalty to the only true religion, Protestantism and Adventism. Our only hope is to look to Christ for His direction from His only Bible.

The word of God is meticulously designed to give us faith in Him. Its historical accounts decorated with parallel dates with other powerful empires, its promotion of righteousness and its faithful warnings against disobedience and wickedness, seeing real, faulty people who Jesus worked with since Adam and Eve, all lead the Bible student to trust in the living God. It all testified of Jesus. Go there and find the Person behind the Bible, the holy One who changed the Bible characters from self-centered sinners to self-forgetful blessings to the world. Their lives all testified to the One who molded their hearts and minds after His image.


Let us return to the original Protestantism—love for the truth as declared from the pages of scripture. Let us abandon the modern religious emotionalism and Spiritual Formation brand of spiritualism. Let us return to the apostolic Christianity and to the greatly needed preparation for Christ soon return in power and glory.

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