Our country has collapsed into a "Clump," which proves how ripe we are for a dictator. If the American people are so gullible that they cannot see through the likes of Donald Trump and Hillary Clinton, how easily they will be star-struck by a soon coming worldwide phenom falsely promising them the moon? 

Like ancient Judah, modern-day America is so steeped in sin that it has become sick in the head (Isaiah 1:4-5). Our iniquity has driven us insane. For instance, if you oppose some man going to the restroom with your wife, daughter or granddaughter, because he prefers to wear a skirt to a pair of pants, you're an intolerant hate-monger in modern-day America. Kowtowing to such lunacy from the lascivious LGBT community; namely, the preposterous right of perverts to peep at women in public privies, serves as proof positive that it's time to change the bird on our national emblem from an eagle to a cuckoo.

There is no such thing as sexual perversion in present-day America, only the perceived perverted thinking of anyone who still believes in such a thing. Whereas perverts can publicly flaunt their perversion up and down main street in Gay Pride Parades or invade our privacy in public restrooms, we can’t let out the least little peep of protest, lest we be readily and roundly condemned as intolerant hate-mongers. Homosexuals have not just come out of the closet, but they’ve charged out to take our culture by storm. At the same time, they are shoving Christians and all who refuse to acquiesce to their agenda into the closet, insisting that our beliefs be closeted and theirs made compulsory by government coercion.

Three years ago, in my book, "Speak Now or Forever Hold Your Peace: The Compelling Arguments Against Same-Sex Marriage," I wrote the following: "That today's militant homosexuals are on the march to muzzle the message of the Gospel and to prohibit the church's preaching of it in the future should be obvious to everyone who peers through the veneer of their specious arguments to clearly see their real diabolical intent. Homosexuals know that once their sin is made unassailable by the legalization of same-sex marriage, their long sought after goal will at last be obtained. They will have successfully co-opted the coercive power of government to freely wield against anyone condemning rather than condoning their sexual perversion. By dangling the double-edged sword of civil suits and criminal prosecution over the heads of all dissenters and detractors, they will be able to force all objectors to same-sex marriage into forever holding their peace."

Thanks to the generosity of supporters of our ministry, we offered our book free of charge to anyone requesting a complimentary copy. We even paid the shipping for every book mailed. In addition, we offered multiple copies to pastors to freely distribute to their congregations. Much to my chagrin, however, pastors treated our book like a hot potato. They wouldn't touch it. I guess they feared a few less folks in their pews and a few less dollars in their offering plates. Rather than sending out thousands of complimentary books, we ended up sending out hundreds. Rather than getting the word out to fellow believers and churches, I got berated by my fellow believers and blackballed by churches.

Today, I'm still shouting out to folks, like a voice in the wilderness, about what is coming to our country in the dark days ahead. Yet, my voice is still heard by only a minuscule minority, while hated by the vast majority. Alas, such is the plight of a prophet (preacher) in this fallen world. Despite having no prospect of future prophetic success, I am, like the Apostle Paul, compelled to continue to preach. I must admit, I'm often tempted to quit, but, like the Prophet Jeremiah, I find myself unable to do so due to a divinely ignited fire in my heart that burns in my bones. My inescapable divine heartburn reminds me of the words of John Wesley, who told his brother Charles that people didn't come to hear him preach, but to watch him burn. Regardless of whether you think my preaching is believable or balderdash, you can at least watch me burn to see whether it is me or America that is the real dying ember.