ALLAH LOATHES CHILDREN. JESUS LOVES CHILDREN

J. Grant Swank, Jr.

Muslim boys and girls are taught murder, maiming and hate from birth. They are handed weapons as toys. They are sent to training schools where adult instructors guide them in torture and slaughter, especially against Jews and Christians.

Islam is a killing cult that starts at life’s start. It guarantees that each generation learns early the bloodthirsty. It is of the devil. There is no other way to explain it spiritually, particularly when researching the Bible.

Muslim parents mutilate girls’ genitals, using crude instruments such as razor blades and scissors. The girl is held down often by her mother while the father cuts her genitals so that she does not have sexual desires. That makes her males’ slave for life.

Parents cut their children with swords to celebrate various so-called “holy days.” Early youngsters learn to let blood, see blood and tolerate bloodletting.

A mother smiles as she cuts her child’s skin for the blood to flow. She is proud. Family members are seen in the background. It’s a family and village festival to cut a child’s body with a large sword.

This is a celebration to commemorate one of Muslims’ revered personages, Imam Hussein.

The mother smiles proudly. The child is grimaced and confused. When he matures to have his own child, he will repeat the devilment upon his own.

We have seen the devil and he is Muslim.

A Muslim father cuts his child’s flesh. Note the father’s eyes closed as if performing a pious act. The parent early teaches the child how to honor bloodletting for the father’s father taught him. So it continues for generation upon generation. Is it expected that such a killing, maiming cult will overturn to civilized ways in a hurry. It is inbred with religious surrender to Allah, the imagined deity of a demented Mohammed. Others have gathered in this room to see through the same torture upon their children.

Children are instructed early in how to wear the military uniform, march as killers and carry those ever-present weapons. Chiefly they are going to grow up to slay infidels, beginning with “Jew-pigs,” as they call them, believing Jews were created from monkeys and pigs. Then they are going to slay Christians until Islam world rule is established. Adults watch proudly from the sidelines.

Muslim youngsters don’t relish a game of baseball or hockey. Instead, they play games of beheading. From their early days, boys and girls are taught by Allah-worshipers how to please their god by cutting off heads of the innocent. Therefore, when they kidnap infidels, it is with delight that they torture and then slice off the heads of the hell-bound unbelievers. After all, Muslims are only doing what their parents have done and what Allah prescribes in
the so-called “holy book” Koran.

US President George W. Bush called this cult a “noble faith.” He claimed Islam has been highjacked by a few fanatics. Not true. What Muslim is is a killing cult.

When children scamper about the village, it is not uncommon for them to see a female buried in soil up to her breasts. She has been accused of committing adultery. The accusations may be contrived or imagined. Rocks, the sizes prescribed in the Koran, will be used to beat her head into bloody pulp. Villagers, including children, are invited to witness the carnage--taking part if they wish. The offspring of the woman are made to see her slain.

All of this is legal. It is according to the hellish “legal and justice system” in Islam known as “sharia.” Muslims immigrating around the globe are insisting that this system be permitted where they make their new dwellings. Most of the West has no idea what the term means.

In the US, Detroit has formed its own Muslim “province.” Now that over 7000 Russian Muslims have been granted by Congress and Mr. Bush US citizenship, homes, furniture and benefits for pensioners and disabled, they have formed their own “province” just outside Philadelphia. Welcome, sharia, to the USA.

In other words, Muslims will see to it that their next generation learns the ways of hell. Can these Muslims thereby integrate with civilized societies? No.

No wonder women weep. From conception they are taught they have been cursed with ten curses. A curse is showing one’s genitals in public. If she marries, one curse is lifted, the others remain. Therefore, she is a shame to culture, thereby covered with fabric to hide her shame.

If she misbehaves, her husband beats her. There are TV programs informing males how to beat their wives.

Imagine wrapping around your child’s waist the suicide belt. Muslim mothers boast of offering on Allah’s altar their children for explosion. Muslims blow up their children.

A newly elected female member politician of Hamas bragged on giving up three adult sons in suicide. She then kissed three more adult sons, informing the watching, cheering crowd that they were next. This of course is the devilment of motherhood and the satanic act of child sacrifice dittoing the Old Testament pagan idol, Moloch.

God forbade human sacrifice when he stayed Abraham’s arm from plunging the sword into Isaac’s body. Yet a Muslim woman emailed me to ask if it is not proper to explode children for God dictated that Abraham kill Isaac.

This is another incident of Muslims misreading and misusing the Bible for their satanic carnage.

Every day boys and girls see floggings, males beating women, males murdering women by slitting their throats or putting bullets in their heads. Children witness youth hung by the noose in the village center. They see people killed by hanging them upside down from ropes; hanging like meat pieces at an open market.

Then there is Jesus. Jesus warned that if one harms a child it would have been better for the abuser not to have been born. Jesus warned that such abuse will not go unnoticed at the Judgment Seat of Christ.

Jesus said, “Let the children come to me for of such is the Kingdom of God.” Jesus blessed the children. Jesus protected the children. If a child dies, Christians believe the youngster’s soul is immediately embraced by Jesus.

Why? Because Jesus said of the little ones “of such is the Kingdom of God.”

The war taking place now in the world is between God and Satan. If Bible researchers are accurate, we are near the Second Coming of Christ. Therefore, Satan works exceedingly hard in the short time left to damn, hurt, murder.
Islam is one of the most aggressive means of Satan now to strangle the globe with fear and torment.

The only answer to the Muslim Islam world rule is the Reign of Christ Jesus. When He returns, He will establish the millennial reign of holiness and peace. In the meantime, Satan works with a frenzy to grip the planet--God’s footstool--for his own. However, Satan will never gain control of the footstool for it was created by Christ and will be ruled by the coming Christ.

In the meantime, Christians hold to Christ’s love and comfort, sharing His compassion with others, pointing souls to the saving grace in Christ. Islam will not ultimately win. Christ is the Final Victor--King of Kings and Lord of Lords.

WINTER’S WAIT

J. Grant Swank, Jr.

In Maine’s Lakes Region, I ponder the waiting season. It is the waiting on winter-into-spring. There are the snow mounds and then the glimpses of what-is-next-to-be. Naturally, in this annual exercise there are the delights and the dilemmas. We are all players in this drama.

Much of life is composed of waiting. Some relates to our waiting on God in prayer.

I think back to one winter when I packed our belongings into the rented moving van, ready to head back to the eastern part of the United States--thousands of miles from where I had closed the Bible atop the pulpit and resigned from my church.

My wife and I had decided that we had to move. Her health was not getting any better. The neurosurgeon who could treat her performed his operations in Boston and we had to go where he was. Into the truck we slid our boxes, while our dreams seemed to go “out the window.”

December came, and so did Priscilla’s brain surgery. Half of her hair was shaved off. The surgeon inserted a tube from her brain down behind her ear and then into her heart to re-route cerebrospinal fluid. There was not enough space between her brain and her skull for the fluid to drain properly because of scar tissue that had somehow formed during her childhood.

We “celebrated” Christmas and New Year’s Day in the hospital l00 miles from our relatives and our little daughter.

When Priscilla was well enough to return home, life was not so bright as the doctors had predicted. While still experiencing much discomfort from the surgery, Priscilla also suffered a nervous collapse, and depression set in. I took a job as the executive for the Chamber of Commerce, and I would come into the house at the end of every workday to find her no better. “Darkness” fell long before nightfall most evenings.

Night after night I crawled into bed with numbness enveloping my heart. I worked on “automatic pilot” most of the time.

One night, as I lay in bed unable to sleep, I reached my arms up into the air. I could not see my arms because of the darkness. Yet I wanted to reach out and touch God somehow. I did not understand why I felt so alone, so unable to make contact with Heaven. I knew that the Bible is true, yet lately I had not felt any comfort when I read it. And it had been so hard to pray.

“Where have You gone?” I asked softly.

After a while I fell asleep. In the morning, life seemed just as flat as ever.

Gradually Priscilla’s health returned. Her depression slowly faded, and little by little we resumed a normal life. Occasionally we suffered setbacks. When we look back, those two years do not seem all that long; but when we were going through them, they seemed like a millennium.

Then came the day when Priscilla told me that she was well enough to be a pastor’s wife again. Several months later we moved into a parsonage and resumed full-time ministry.

One Sunday night I lay in bed thinking back over our winter season of trial. And it came to me! When I had put that childlike question to my Father: “Where have You gone?” His answer had come just as simply: “I have been with you all the time.”

I knew that to be so, even in the darkest hour, even during those years when I did not feel his answer.

Now, when the shades are drawn to shut out the day, I remind myself to trust God’s kind reply with even more assurance. Though I may not always feel that God is with me, I know that HE NEVER LEAVES ME!

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