As I was watching some news last night, I saw this story on the Rachel Maddow show – and frankly, it’s a bit creepy. I usually stop watching news by that late hour – else the children run screaming from the information overload. It concerns The Family, founded by Nazi-sympathizer, Abraham Vereide. As I was watching, I was figuring – 70 years ago? Um, right around the time all this gooblygook with William Branham started and the Manifest Sons of God. Actually, it is quite possible that these two crossed paths. (You may also want to check out this site as well.)
Remember, these men who live in this house, all powerful, must surrender to being shepherded by another – and consider themselves ‘chosen.’ In other words, they may do as they choose for they are chosen for greatness in God, and will receive forgiveness.
Note, from the above article:
At the 1990 National Prayer Breakfast, George H.W. Bush praised Doug Coe for what he described as “quiet diplomacy, I wouldn’t say secret diplomacy,” as an “ambassador of faith.” Coe has visited nearly every world capital, often with congressmen at his side, “making friends” and inviting them back to the Family’s unofficial headquarters, a mansion (just down the road from Ivanwald) that the Family bought in 1978 with $1.5 million donated by, among others, Tom Phillips, then the C.E.O. of arms manufacturer Raytheon, and Ken Olsen, the founder and president of Digital Equipment Corporation.
On of the things that we must endeavor to do, is to make sure that we do not come off sounding like conspiracy theories. I detest them – they destroy when we should build up. They weaken us, because rarely ever are they true. First and foremost, this is not a conspiracy theory, nor a conspiracy in reality. What it is, is a horrible use of the gospel – something that men have been doing since it was first laid down. It takes the message of Christ and turns it into something political, something disgusting, something human.
Instead of calling to sin, these people think themselves above the mercy of Christ. If we are chosen, then we are chosen to repentance.
While the connection here between Ensign and Sandford will go unnoticed, it is well remembered that the Dominionists have stated time and time again that they seek to bring about a government of Christ built on seven interconnected mountains – one of them being politics. Where else to start but politicians.
Watch the video below:
These are some members of Congress who have cited as members of the Family:
Don Nickles and James Inhofe of Oklahoma, Charles Grassley of Iowa, Pete Domenici of New Mexico, John Ensign of Nevada, Bill Nelson of Florida, Conrad Burns of Montana.
Members of the House who have been cited as participants include Frank Wolf of Virginia and Joseph Pitts of Pennsylvania, and South Carolina Governor Mark Sanford…U.S. Reps. Zach Wamp, R-Tenn.; Bart Stupak, D-Mich.; and Mike Doyle, D-Pa.; and U.S. Sens. John Ensign, R-Nev.; Jim DeMint, R-S.C.; and Sam Brownback, R-Kan..
Sounds like a great group of guys – except, when you actually start to look at what the Family is about. (see, Browse Inside The Family)
- Excerpt from: ‘The Family’
A few weeks into my stay, David Coe, Doug’s son, dropped by Ivanwald…
“You guys,” David said, “are here to learn how to rule the world.”
We sat around him in a rough circle, on couches and chairs, as the afternoon light slanted through the wooden blinds onto a wall adorned with a giant tapestry of the Last Supper. Rafael, a wealthy Ecuadoran, had a hard time with English, and he didn’t understand what David had said. He stared, lips parted in puzzlement. David seemed to like that. He stared back, holding Raf’s gaze like it was a pretty thing he’d found on the ground. “You have very intense eyes,” David said.
“Thank you,” Raf mumbled.
“Hey,” David said, “let’s talk about the Old Testament.” His voice was like a river that’s smooth on the surface but swirling beneath. “Who” — he paused — “would you say are its good guys?”
“Noah,” suggested Ruggi, a shaggy-haired guy from Kentucky with a silver loop on the upper ridge of his right ear.
“Moses,” offered Josh, a lean man from Atlanta more interested in serving Jesus than his father’s small empire of shower door manufacturing.
“David,” Beau volunteered.
“King David,” David Coe said. “That’s a good one. David. Hey. What would you say made King David a good guy?”
“Faith?” Beau said. “His faith was so strong?”
“Yeah.” David nodded as if he hadn’t heard that before. “Hey, you know what’s interesting about King David?”
From the blank stares of the others, I could see that they did not. Many didn’t even carry a full Bible, preferring a slim volume of New Testament Gospels and Epistles and Old Testament Psalms, respected but seldom read. Others had the whole book, but the gold gilt on the pages of the first two-thirds remained undisturbed.
“King David,” David Coe went on, “liked to do really, really bad things.” He chuckled. “Here’s this guy who slept with another man’s wife — Bathsheba, right? — and then basically murdered her husband. And this guy is one of our heroes.” David shook his head. “I mean, Jiminy Christmas, God likes this guy!
What,” he said, “is that all about?”
“Is it because he tried?” asked Bengt. “He wanted to do the right thing?” Bengt knew the Bible, Old Testament and New, better than any of the others, but he offered his answer with a question mark on the end. Bengt was dutiful in checking his worst sin, his fierce pride, and he frequently turned his certainties into questions.
“That’s nice, Bengt,” David said. “But it isn’t the answer. Anyone else?”
“Because he was chosen,” I said. For the first time David looked my way.
“Yes,” he said, smiling. “Chosen. Interesting set of rules, isn’t it?” He turned to Beau. “Beau, let’s say I hear you raped three little girls. And now here you are at Ivanwald. What would I think of you, Beau?“
Beau, given to bellowing Ivanwald’s daily call to sports like a bull elephant, shrank into the cushions. “Probably that I’m pretty bad?”
“No, Beau.” David’s voice was kind. “I wouldn’t.” He drew Beau back into the circle with a stare that seemed to have its own gravitational pull. Beau nodded, brow furrowed, as if in the presence of something profound. “Because,” David continued, “I’m not here to judge you. That’s not my job. I’m here for only one thing. Do you know what that is?”
Understanding blossomed in Beau’s eyes. “Jesus?” he said. David smiled and winked. “Hey,” he said. “Did you guys see Toy Story?” Half the room had. “Remember how there was a toy cowboy, Woody? And then the boy who owns Woody gets a new toy, a spaceman? Only the toy spaceman thinks he’s real. Thinks he’s a real spaceman, and he’s got to figure out what he’s doing on this strange planet. So what does Woody say to him? He says, ‘You’re just a toy.’ ” David sat quietly, waiting for us to absorb this. “Just a toy. We’re not really spacemen. We’re just toys. Created for God. For His pleasure, nothing else. Just a toy. Period.”
He walked to the National Geographic map of the world mounted on the wall.
“You guys know about Genghis Khan?” he asked. “Genghis was a man with a vision. He conquered” — David stood on the couch under the map, tracing, with his hand, half the northern hemisphere — “nearly everything. He devastated nearly everything. His enemies? He beheaded them.” David swiped a finger across his throat. “Dop, dop, dop, dop.”
“Genghis Khan’s genius”, David went on, “lay in his understanding that there could be only one king. When Genghis entered a defeated city, he would call in the local headman. Conversion to the Khan’s cause was not an option, as Genghis was uninterested in halfhearted deputies. Instead, said David, Genghis would have the man stuffed into a crate, and over the crate’s surface would be spread a tablecloth, on which a wonderful meal would be arrayed.
“And then, while the man suffocated, Genghis ate, and he didn’t even hear the man’s screams.”
David stood on the couch, a finger in the air. “Do you know what that means?”
To their credit, my brothers did not. Perhaps on account of my earlier insight, David turned to me. “I think so,” I said. “Out with the old, in with the new.”
Yes, he nodded. “Christ’s parable of the wineskins. You can’t pour new into old.” One day, he continued, some monks from Europe show up in Genghis Khan’s court. Genghis welcomes them in the name of God. Says that in truth, they worship the same great Lord. Then why, the monks ask, must he conquer the world? “I don’t ask,” says Genghis. “I submit.”
David returned to his chair. “We elect our leaders,” he said. “Jesus elects his.”
He reached over and squeezed the arm of Pavel. “Isn’t that great?” David said.
“That’s the way everything in life happens. If you’re a person known to be around Jesus, you can go and do anything. And that’s who you guys are. When you leave here, you’re not only going to know the value of Jesus, you’re going to know the people who rule the world. It’s about vision. Get your vision straight, then relate. Talk to the people who rule the world, and help them obey. Obey Him. If I obey Him myself, I help others do the same. You know why? Because I become a warning. We become a warning. We warn everybody that the future king is coming. Not just of this country or that but of the world.”
Then he pointed at the map, toward the Khan’s vast, reclaimable empire….