The Marriage of Patsey Millsap

Posted by tcmgo1 on Jun 26th, 2010

The quaint, though captivating story below was told in 1818 by Calvin Smith, a young Missouri boy who lived on the road between Franklin and Athens, better known today as Columbia. It is taken again from The Centennial History of Missouri, 1821-1921, by Walter Stevens. Though it’s entertaining from time to time to revisit the simple, homespun ways of our early American culture that built our nation, there are some things in the story that really caught my attention given the economic and societal realities of today. Perhaps, you can pick them out, as well.

“One day in July there came along a party of five or six men, each leading a horse with a packsaddle on, containing camp equipage and clothing. On top of these were a number of children. There were five or six women walking behind, some of them barefooted. The company stopped at our house for a drink from the spring. After refreshing themselves, they lay on the grass for a rest, it being the heat of the day. We found out that their destination was about fifteen miles further on the mouth of the Chariton river.

One of the ladies of the party was sick and my mother agreed that she could remain at our house for a rest. So she went to one of the saddles and pulled out her clothing. Her name was Patsey Millsap. She was not related to any of the party but had joined them in Tennessee. She was about twenty-two. Next day she was better, and asked mother for work and to remain at our house. Mother said we were only newcomers and that we had only one room for the five or six children and father and mother. A few days after this a Mrs. Groom, a neighbor, called to take tea with mother, and asked if she knew of any one that wanted work. She said her daughter had just been married and they were opening a large farm.

Mother at once introduced her to Patsey Millsap. She was asked if she would take the position and she said ‘yes.’ Then the question of wages came up. Mrs. Groom said she could pay her twenty-five cents a week, and although this was very cheap, Patsey agreed to take it as she had no home. The two started off for the Groom farm. The first day’s work was washing. As the wash was behind three weeks, it took a week to catch up. The Groom family was a large one.

Patsey worked for a month or more when a young man of twenty-four came along the big road. He was from Kentucky. His name was Richard Chaney. He stopped at the spring for a drink, and, looking up, saw many tall, straight white oak trees and, as they struck his fancy, he made up his mind to camp at this place which was called Smith’s White Oak Ridge. He went to the mill, got some meal, wet it up in some green hickory leaves and in an hour or two his ‘pone’ was done. This was called ash pone. After his simple meal he went to work with his ax, cut down a four-foot white oak. Then with his ax and edge, he made four-foot clap boards which he carried to the big road where all immigrants passed.

He found plenty of customers for his boards, there being no trouble to get logs, but planks and shingles were scarce. Dick soon filled his pockets with silver and thought he would get some meat, getting tired of ‘pone.’ So he went to Daddie Groom’s place for some bacon. He saw Patsey on his first visit and it was a case of love at first sight. A few days later a match was made and Patsey told mother Groom she was going to marry Dick. Daddie called Patsey to one side and said, ‘I understand you and Dick are going to get married.’ Patsey said, ‘We so contemplate to do.’

‘Well,’ said Daddie Groom, ‘Dick is no account and you will starve.’

‘We can live on love,’ said Patsey

‘Well, go ahead,’ said Daddie Groom.

They were married and moved into a vacant schoolhouse. They bored a hole in one of the logs, had one leg of the bed in the middle of the room, laid boards on the rails and covered them with leaves. This with a quilt given by Mrs. Groom made their bed. Mrs. Groom also gave them a skillet to make pone in and fry meat. A few weeks later Patsey went to Groom’s house to buy some bacon. Daddie Groom said, ‘I thought you told me you can live on love?’ ‘So I did,’ said Patsey, ‘but a little bacon will help out so very much.’ Mr. Groom laughed and gave her a huge side of bacon and when she offered to pay for it, told her it would be a wedding present. Patsey wrapped her apron around the middle of the bacon, propped it on her head and started for home. The last I heard of them they had eight or ten children and all were prosperous and happy.”

My observations:

First, here was a vulnerable young lady in serious need of care and work who humbly receives it, without any bureaucratic fanfare or intervention, in the form of a family that did not know her from Adam yet took her in and acted as a protective covering for her in providing both her material needs and counsel, and all that at their own risk and expense. I wonder what laws would be broken today if the same arrangements were made? We might be surprised.

Though Patsey was looking for work she received much more than mere wages, but a home, and quite likely a Christian home, as it was a decidedly Christian culture back then that saw it their moral duty before the Lord (Deu. 15:11, Pro. 31:20, Gal. 2, James 1:27) to come to the aid of those who were truly in need (1Tim. 6:8, James 2:14-17). They certainly did not look to the state to fulfill this duty like we religiously do today, and rightly so, for such benevolence and mercy lies under the purview of the Church, to be administered through the local Christian community, a now largely extinct dinosaur from the so-called “puritanical” days of early America. It must be stated here that the (501c3) para-church ministries of today that minister to the needy are not the same, by any means, as they are created, regulated, and controlled by the state, wherein the local Christian community is the organic manifestation of the Lord’s church on earth when in covenantal faithfulness it seeks first His Kingdom and righteousness in keeping His commandments.

Save for the Amish and a few other Anabaptist communities scattered throughout the nation, the local Christian community, which was once the bedrock of our nation and the safe harbor for the Patsey Millsaps of the world, quietly past from the American culture several generations ago when American Christendom, having grown fat upon the blessings of God while seeping itself in the pragmatism of modern philosophy, rebelled against the Lord to seek after the “good life” via the god of “modern human progress,” better known as humanism, the religion of state worship. And should you think being pragmatic a good thing, look up its meaning in a real dictionary, like that of Noah Webster’s American Dictionary of the English Language (1828).

Like the one arranged for Patsey, for these types of arrangements to have successfully worked to the good of both parties required genuine integrity and lasting mutual trust between them. And, contrary to the history revisionism of today that maligns and perverts the rich history and tremendous influence that American Christendom had in developing our American culture, there were a myriad of success stories like Patsey’s in those days, as the local Christian community, in spite of its sins and weaknesses, was at that time the very foundation and life of a thriving culture. This is not to say things were idyllic back in those days, by any means, as there were many deceivers and plunderers who took full advantage of charitable Americans by playing either the victim or the benefactor, just as it is today, though on a far grander scale.

Today, this type of arrangement would hardly have a chance to get off the ground, let alone succeed, due to various tax issues, unseen liabilities, laws & regulations, and governmental oversight. Not to mention that we live in a perilous culture where one needs to be extraordinarily cautious in helping others. Without first doing some serious backtracking and investigation, something that is very difficult and sometimes impossible to do given the autonomous, transient nature of our culture, one often puts themselves in harm’s way to help others, a sad testimony to the near total loss of Christian morality in our declining culture. This should not keep us from our duty to love our neighbor, however, but we must exercise biblical caution and prudence about it and take whatever time is necessary to know, as much as possible, all the circumstances behind the one seeking help.

Second, with Richard Chaney being of “no account” how could he with but a few small hand tools and his own limited labor begin to prosper so quickly? To get some perspective, in today’s culture this would mean that he lacked a college degree, a “good” credit rating, a sizable nestegg, and other modern societal advantages. The answer didn’t lie in his skills or tools, as they were common in his day, nor in the availability of trees, as they were thick as molasses. The answer lies in the money. He was paid in silver coinage. For the most part, though the Rag-barons of modern banking were slowly taking the upper hand, the economy at that time was based on gold and silver money, which gave him direct parity for his labor and the products he made, a fair exchange. The same cannot be said for today where fiat currency robs the common man of both his labor and the products he produces.

In 1864, following the passage of the national bank law where the bankers were successful in having the legal tender power of the U.S. Government-issued greenbacks abolished, James Buell, secretary of the New York banker’s committee, sent a circular to the bankers of the country. In it he states, “To repeal the law creating national banks or to restore to circulation the Government issue of money will be to provide the people with money, and will therefore seriously affect your individual profit as banker or lender. See your member of Congress at once and engage him to support our interest that we control legislation.”   (M.W. Walbert, The Coming Battle – A Complete History of the National Banking Money Power in the United States (W.B. Conkey Co., Chicago, 1899) p. 44.)

The truth shall set you free. When the people possess and use lawful money in their everyday lives, they get the full benefit of it as a fair exchange for their labor in producing, buying, and selling the things of life, whereby they personally profit by it, just as God intended (Ecc. 3:12-13). When the bankers usurp real money and replace it with their fiat currency via a legalized monopoly they profit by it to the loss of the common man’s precious labor and production. That’s how it has always worked.

In fact, the plague of rag money – the spurious bank notes and paper currencies – that have been forced upon the American people by the Rag-barons of “modern banking” has actually been openly decried against for many generations in our nation. One such protest, which came with a rather sober remedy, came from a Col. Eugene Leistendorfer of Carondelet, Missouri, in the early days of Missouri following his wartime service in the United States army in the Tripolitan War of 1801 to 1805 (Bay of Tripoli).

“Col. Eugene Leistendorfer, formerly of that part of the army of the U. States which crossed the Desert, and assisted in the capture of Derne, from the Bey of Tripoli, now an inhabitant of Carondelet (near St. Loius), where he is married and where by labor the most herculean he has almost brought to perfection a vineyard and a vegetable garden, which would yield him a comfortable support were it not for the deceptions practiced on him by the circulation of spurious bank notes;

Now in order to put a stop to the further evil, he proposes to the states and territories to make laws, punishing capitally, the presidents and directors of such banks as will not redeem their notes in silver—and he, the said Col. E. Leistendorfer, will hold himself in readiness to march at a moment’s notice, to put the hempen cord about the necks of the Rag-barons, gratis.

N.B. He has a quantity of Nashville paper which he will exchange at a discount of 50 per cent for pumpkins.” (Centennial History of Missouri, 1821-1921, Volume 2, page 601)

When will we ever take to heart the painful lessons of debt-based economics? What is to become of the Richard Chaneys of today should there not be a return to the honest money of gold and silver coinage? The answer is grim, as history teaches us over and over again. Only biblical money consisting of the honest weights and just measures of gold and silver coinage fosters individual prosperity and freedom, which acts as a real check against legalized plunder and political tyranny, provided the people humble themselves under the hand of the Lord to truly see its wisdom while all the while looking to Him to live it out.

Third, the happy ending to the story where the Chaneys have eight to ten children who all were prosperous and happy would fly in the face of the family hating society of today that sees children, not as a blessing from the Lord, but as an unbearable burden and threat to personal freedom and prosperity. The gospel of “wealth without work” through interest bearing investing and corporate welfare has taught us to vehemently oppose the biblical mandate to be fruitful and multiply, to work as unto the Lord by the sweat of our brows in meaningful production, and to seek first the Lord and His Kingdom as the path to civil and economic freedom. Like the slogan from the famous Virginia Slims commercial that touted the praises of the new found cultural freedom of the 1970’s, “You’ve come a long way baby,” so America has come a long way since its inception . . . a long way down the road to judgment and oppression.

I don’t know about you, but I think we have greatly regressed from the days of Richard and Patsey Chaney, as we certainly are no where nears as biblically prosperous and free as they lived—corn pone, one room cabins, and all. —- The Rural Missourian

An Early Missourian Farmer’s Mindset

Posted by tcmgo1 on Jun 12th, 2010

Gottfried Duden was a German immigrant farmer that homesteaded in Missouri in its early days when man and animal toiled together to farm the rich soils of God’s making to produce the very necessities of life. In the brief excerpt below he paints an amazing picture of the early American farm, one that spoke of incredibly hard work and humble trust in the Creator for success, not in debt-inducing technology and every form of insurance to back it up. Gottfried’s gutsy pioneering spirit to trust God without subsidies and other government “guarantees” is something for which the average American today would shudder even considering, let alone undertaking. In a time where Americans have foolishly traded freedom for security and productivity for entitlement, the picture he paints may serve us well as a sort of prescriptive model to get back to understanding the vital necessity of being locally productive, as it is a crucial element of the biblical model for civil and economic freedom.

This excerpt is from a report he made in the 1820’s for future German immigrants, which described his personal farming experiences in the rich river bottomlands of Missouri. Though I grant he may have embellished it so as to draw his fellow countryman here, it does, however, line up with the historic records of the “Little Dixie” region which spanned both sides of the Missouri River, which at one time was one of the most prosperous farming regions in the nation prior to the devastations of the War Between The States that ravaged much of western Missouri. It is taken from the Centennial History of Missouri, 1821-1921, by Walter Stevens. I have emboldened one sentence, which really stands out, as it testifies to an entirely different worldview than that of today’s American farmer.

A small family requires no more than four or five acres of land to begin with. Half an acre suffices for garden vegetables, another half acre for wheat, after which there left three or four acres for maize. The maize is the farmer’s main crop. One might call it the nurse of the growing population. It serves all domestic animals as food. The meal made of it, when cooked, with milk, furnishes a very nourishing, wholesome and palatable food. If it is kneaded with the boiled pulp of the pumpkin a kind of bread can be made of it which I prefer to wheat bread, especially if the dough has been made to ferment. The baking is done in covered iron pots, which are placed beside the hearth and are covered entirely with burning coals. In most of the households fresh bread is baked every day, which is not so much of a burden, since there are always supplies of burning coals on the spacious hearth. There are a great many varieties of maize here. Those with white or yellow kernels are the most common. Besides these varieties there are those of red, blue, and red and blue spotted kernels, a finally a kind whose kernels are transparent like pearls. The stalks become very high, ten, fifteen, indeed twenty feet high.


The garden supplies the best kitchen vegetables. Peas and beans prosper beyond expectation. Of the beans, only the finer varieties are raised. In order not to have to supply sticks for the beans and make special beds for them they are planted in the maize fields, where the high stocks of the maize furnish support for the vines. All these things thrive simultaneously, without the least fertilizer, and indeed after twenty years just as well during the first year. Cucumbers and melons are grown each year in great abundance without any special attendance being given them. The sweet potato is also a fine vegetable. When prepared by steaming, its taste resembles that of the fine chestnut.


During the second year, after the land is cleared, cotton can be grown; north of the Missouri, however, only for family use. It is the endeavor of the American farmer not to spend any money for food and drink, nor for clothing (finer alone excepted). For this reason he grows flax and hemp and keeps a small flock of sheep. The spinning wheel is nowhere lacking, and if the household does not own a loom, the housewife or one of the daughters goes, from time to time, to one of the neighbors who does possess one.


At one time the American farm was like a small village, having several buildings dedicated for the diverse elements of its self contained, small scale economy (once known as “home economics”), which produced a whole variety of items meant to meet the needs of the farmer’s family first, and then as production permitted to sell to the surrounding community, which created the synergy for a strong local economy. It wasn’t that long ago that forty acres of decent farmland and a good span of broke mules could do a lot towards building a prosperous “family farm” in Missouri.

When I say family farm, I am not talking about the modern mono-crop or commodity farm that is often run by families, though I intend no offense to them as I realize they work extremely hard, but the problem is that they do not work for themselves, but for corporate agribusiness as indentured servants that must perpetually consume their farming products (equipment, chemicals and fertilizers, etc.) to keep the farm going, a loosing arrangement over time, except of course, for the huge corporate farms that receive the lion’s share of hundreds of billions in federal subsidies, a form of corporate welfare paid for by the American taxpayer. The plight of the average American farmer reminds me of the joke about the farmer that was asked what he would do if he won the lottery. He answered that he would just keep farming until the money was gone.

Praise the Lord, however, that there appears to be a growing movement in the rural areas of America towards restoring the true family farm—an independent farm that produces most all of the needs of its human stewards and the inputs (fertilizers, feed, etc.) it needs to sustainably produce livestock and crops from year to year—though not in isolation, but in tandem with other neighboring farms of the same mindset. As it stands now, the locally productive family farm is a rare bird, a lost heritage, save among the Amish, and even they are fighting for their lives these days because of the debt-based system and ever encroaching governmental regulatory agencies that have them cornered, like everyone else.

Drive around the countryside here and you will see small farms abandoned everywhere with collapsed buildings and bone yards full of rusting equipment, a solemn testimony to the “consume and discard” mentality that dominates us today. An ever growing number of farmers do not produce anything on their farms for personal consumption and do their shopping at the local Wal-Mart, where they buy food produced thousands of miles away. Farms here still have lots of buildings, nice big steel ones, but they mostly house the behemoth pieces of equipment that produce the commodity crops for corporate America.

Walk through our local Wal-Mart and one will witness Americans in a very sad state of health and awareness, where grossly overweight folks fill their shopping carts to the top with pizzas, desserts, chips, pop, and other highly processed “foods,” if you can call it that, which are made from GMO products saturated with high fructose corn syrup and who knows what hormones, pesticides, and chemicals. What’s worse, many have no clue what real food is, where it comes from, or how it is produced, and sadly, many could care less, believing with entitlement faith that there will always be readily available food and the means to procure it, be it jobs, government subsidies, food stamps, and other forms of state welfare. What are they going to do when things reach the point in our nation where they will be forced to work by the sweat of their brow to actually produce the basic things they need? And if you don’t think this will ever happen, than you have no understanding how our economic system works or how incredibly vulnerable it truly is.

Folks, we have a real cultural disaster in the making and the state is not going to save anyone except itself, and that at your loss. We must turn to the Lord Jesus Christ and by His grace obey His righteous commands, wherein He promises that if we seek first His kingdom and righteousness, that all the things we need for life will be added unto us by His mercy and grace. Now there is true hope for the here and now, something we can truly put our faith into that will enable us to press forward, once again, as biblical pioneers like our forefathers.  — The Rural Missourian

The Same Old Insanity

Posted by tcmgo1 on Jun 8th, 2010

One of the definitions of insanity is to “do the same thing over and over again, expecting different results.” Ever since man rebelled against God in the garden to go his own “free thinking” way into death and sorrow, he keeps trying the same thing over and over again, expecting different results. There is a way that seems right to a man, but its end is the way of death (Pro. 14:12) and he who sows iniquity will reap sorrow (Pro. 22:8a). Perhaps it will make some bristle to hear this, given the popular humanist gospel of the “inherent goodness and nobility of man,” but man in his fallen state is basically a blind, self-righteous rebel tenaciously driven to always do what he thinks is right until he eventually destroys others and himself in the process, especially if left unchecked.

In bringing restraint to mankind’s volatile, self-destructive nature, God mercifully cursed the ground for his sake so as to humble him by toil and real sweat (Gen. 17-19), thus putting a real restraining damper on his rebellion. God has bound mankind to continually work the earth through thistle and thorn to produce the things He needs, a difficult task, but since man hates any restrictions placed upon his self-declared freedom, he rebels even against the mercy of his Maker in continually seeking new ways to circumvent both the created order and the curse. We witness this rebellion today, for instance, with the unchecked monster of corporate agribusiness that monopolizes agriculture with unsustainable mechanization and chemicalization that dominates and greatly damages millions of acres of farmland, while also destroying the family farm and local communities that use to work it. We witness it with genetically modified plants and foods we are forced to use, and with chemicals that poison the soil and its microorganisms so that only certain “engineered” plants can grow on this “specially treated” soil, only of course after the soil has also been saturated with sufficient liquid fertilizer to spark growth. This too is madness, as we will soon see.

In insuring that mankind rightly serves God as His husbandmen in stewarding the earth (Gen. 1:26, 2:15), man was created a moral being who is to think and act by His Maker’s commandments. It shouldn’t surprise us, therefore, that since the fall there is nothing more infuriating to mankind than to be governed by the law of his Maker, which he hates with an undying, raging passion. This might explain the knee jerk reaction one usually gets from people, even from Christians, when one happens to mention the law of God as the only transcendent standard by which we are able to live. “Them are fighting words.” In every generation since the fall, mankind has united together to cast off his Maker’s life-giving and merciful restraining Law to live by his own rule (Gen. 3:5), wherein he has without exception received the same results. This too is madness.

Why do the nations rage, and the people plot a vain thing? The kings of the earth set themselves, and the rulers take counsel together, Against the LORD and against His Anointed, saying, “Let us break their bonds in pieces and cast away their cords from us.” He who sits in the heavens shall laugh; The LORD shall hold them in derision. Then He shall speak to them in His wrath, and distress them in His deep displeasure. (Psalms 2:1-5)

Insanity is ever the result when man rebels against the commandments of the Lord (Deu. 28:28). Mankind was specifically created to live by every word that proceeds from the mouth of his Creator (Mat. 4:4) and when he rebels so as to live by his own word (rule), the Lord grants him his suicidal desire and suffers him to do just that, to attempt to live by his own laws and statutes until he perish by them. Wherefore I gave them also statutes that were not good, and judgments whereby they should not live (Eze. 20:25). The hundreds of thousands of federal and state laws and regulations which dominate every aspect of our lives, eats up our substance with ever growing taxation, and strangles our freedoms, is a classic example of this.

Yes, for a season, man’s way can appear right, reasonable, even “blessed” of God, as temporal success and prosperity can come of his innovative rebellion, but time reveals soon enough what King and whose law truly prevails on earth. Rest in the LORD, and wait patiently for Him; Do not fret because of him who prospers in his way, Because of the man who brings wicked schemes to pass. Cease from anger, and forsake wrath; Do not fret–it only causes harm. For evildoers shall be cut off; But those who wait on the LORD, They shall inherit the earth. Psalms 37:7-9

Yet, in spite of the bloody and horrific history of mankind that bears inscrutable witness to this truth, he keeps trying the same thing over and over again, believing that this time he’ll somehow get different results . . . you know, like the lyrics from Fleetwood Mac song Don’t Stop, the theme song of Bill Clinton’s election back in 1992 when the nation was inebriated with blind hope for a new America.


Don’t stop, thinking about tomorrow,

Don’t stop, it’ll soon be here,

It’ll be, better than before,
Yesterday’s gone, yesterday’s gone.


Though yesterday is gone, the same immutable laws of the Creator that governed it then remain in force today and, thus, the same results will occur when the rebel with a “righteous cause” sets out again to go his own way on the next morrow.

Like it applies to all facets of life, this truth applies to economics, which are governed just as surely by the Lord’s unchangeable law as His laws of creation govern flight. Break the laws of flight and one will surely crash. Break the laws of economics and one will just as surely crash, in due season, as has every economy in the history of mankind that has violated them, without exception.

Even so, the banking and political elite that rule our nation, along with nearly all Americans, believe somehow that the end result of our unique “American” system of debt-based economics will be different this time. Though they readily admit that the ship is in trouble, being flooded from bow to stern with debt, they adamantly believe, nevertheless, that it will triumph in preserving itself where all others have sunk into the annals of history, without exception. How will it magically save itself? In seeking to keep the ship afloat they will continue to flood it with even more ship-sinking debt, so as to create enough “economic growth” to sufficiently sink itself to the surface again. It makes a lot of sense, doesn’t it?

Folks, this too is insanity, pure and simple, and a particularly detrimental form where the passengers exhibit such blind faith in the captain of their ship, the Federal Reserve, that they steadfastly refuse to hear and understand the loud groaning and screeching noises coming from its bowels, nor see and understand the severe tilt it has taken on as it slowly breaks up and begins its journey to the bottom of the sea. “Pay no attention to the deck chairs and people falling into the ocean. As for those gut wrenching sounds you hear, why they are merely the everyday sounds of normal operations and course corrections!”

For the hearts of this people have grown dull. Their ears are hard of hearing, and their eyes they have closed, lest they should see with their eyes and hear with their ears, lest they should understand with their hearts and turn, so that I should heal them (Matthew 13:15).

Gary North in his article, Athens Hosts The Olympiad Of Debt, describes our American economic insanity quite well, They [bankers] believe, as Congress believes, that there is no end to the floating of debt, that economic growth will overcome the debt, and that sobriety is one drink away. “We can quit borrowing at any time. We just don’t want to.” It’s not just the bankers and Congress that believe this nonsense, as I can understand the Washington Establishment’s insatiable need to stay in power through perpetual spending (read borrowing), but the vast majority of Americans also religiously profess it, even though they have been enslaved and plundered by the gospel of debt-based prosperity more than once.

But it’s no wonder, since they have to “believe” because they have pinned all their economic hopes on an ever successful—default, inflation, and crash free —voyage of the great American debt liner, less the unthinkable occur and their nesteggs go down with it. For this ship to sink is for their world to end, a totally unacceptable outcome of such staggering implications that they cannot even begin to entertain it as even remotely true, less they quickly loose hope and sink into what they think is irresolvable despair. The last thing they would believe, which sadly includes many that profess Christ, is that the Lord can make a way for them apart from debt-based, interest bearing economics, through just simply obeying His commandments by faith through grace. “Nah . . . it’s over simplistic and insulting to the great strides mankind has made to even consider such a course!”

This is why I believe that even people that are in the know as to what is actually happening, nonetheless, remain paralyzed in taking any meaningful action. “After all, who wants to look foolish or act in a panic by taking any unnecessary action that one might regret later, especially should affect their investments? Besides, the thought of an economic collapse is just too big and too consequential to wrap our minds around. No, it’s better to just “conservatively” stay on board and hope and pray for the best, rather than do anything radical like look for a lifeboat and take to the seas, looking for the Lord’s merciful deliverance.”

And what insanity America has come to! It believes that it can go on borrowing indefinitely (with compounding interest) in vastly increasing amounts without it ever really having to pay it back, that is, just keep floating debt long and hard enough and it will magically induce “economic growth” (so-called, as real growth comes from producing tangible products by real labor) of such glorious magnitude that it will overcome the debt and prosper us all. “Hurrah! . . . freedom and deliverance through debt, I knew they could do it!” As someone once said, there is a sucker born every minute, though it wasn’t PT Barnum who said it, as he actually believed more along the lines that there is a customer born every minute, which in my thinking is the same thing in these days when an unending  buffet of enticing credit and investing “products” is put before us.

Fallen man is born a rebel through and through, which also makes him a sucker and, thus, a customer who is easily deceived and plundered by those who know how the shell game of debt-based economics works. Through credit and interest bearing enticements man’s dreams, fears, and unchecked passions can readily be exploited. This is why I believe that the banking elite knows full well what they do and what the real outcome of their debt-based gospel is, the legal plundering of the labor and wealth of the masses. Frederick Bastiat, noted statesman and economist, understood the fallen nature of man and his hatred for God’s law and restraints, especially the pain of labor, which causes him to seek other ways to get his needs met.

Man can live and satisfy his wants only by ceaseless labor; by the ceaseless application of his faculties to natural resources. This process is the origin of property. But it is also true that a man may live and satisfy his wants by seizing and consuming the products of the labor of others. This process is the origin of plunder. Now since man is naturally inclined to avoid pain – and since labor is pain in itself – it follows that men will resort to plunder whenever plunder is easier than work. When plunder becomes a way of life for a group of men living in society, they create for themselves, in the course of time, a legal system that authorizes it and a moral code that glorifies it.


Since man is prone to forget or distort the memories of his yesterdays, believing that he just needs to keep doing the same thing over and over again until he gets different results, when one game ends in the plundering of his goods and loss of freedoms, he readily joins the next one to come along though it be run by the same ones that just robbed him. This is insanity. However, with mankind being ever the optimist in his own inherent goodness and nobility, though he continually heap death and sorrow upon himself, he will continue to destroy himself with all abandon and persevering zeal until the Lord mercifully save him through the true Gospel of peace.   There is but one God and Savior, the Lord Jesus Christ.

Contrary to popular opinion, the blessing of the LORD makes one rich, and He adds no sorrow with it (Pro. 10:22). It’s a real soul searching question to answer, but we must all ask ourselves how much more shall we heap upon ourselves the sorrows of “man’s blessing” before we truly believe the Lord by His written word (as evidenced by faith and works — James 2:18) that the American economic system is cursed and therefore doomed, including the investments we so desperately hope will pay off. A prudent man foresees evil and hides himself, but the simple pass on and are punished (Pro. 22:3). —- The Rural Missourian

The Hen-Egg Revival and Peter’s Wife’s Mother

Posted by tcmgo1 on Jun 5th, 2010

I mentioned in an earlier post that I would like to get back to one of the original purposes for this blog, to mine the riches of history and declare the testimonies of those agrarian pioneers that blazed the paths by which our once free and prosperous nation thrived. This also includes truly humorous stories and events, which can help us both to understand and connect with those generations that have preceded us, especially in giving us much needed perspective about ours. Besides, a little merriment can do a lot for a dry spirit, especially in the troubles days we live in. This story is taken from the Centennial History of Missouri, 1821-1921, by Walter Stevens.

Rev. Theodoric Boulware, who became one of the most successful of pioneer Baptist preachers, attributed his own conversion to what was known as “the hen-egg revival” in Tennessee. Some one had taken an egg and inscribed on it, “The day of judgment is close at hand.” The story was given out that the inscription was on the egg when found in the nest. A revivalist produced the egg in the pulpit, read the inscription, and, while he did not claim that there was supernatural agency, he showed the egg and preached powerfully on the doctrine of salvation. Among the many converts was Mr. Boulware who came to Missouri and settled in Callaway. Mr. Boulware often told the story of the “hen-egg revival.” He has his own extraordinary experiences in the pulpit. Once he preached to a Callaway audience from the text, “And Peter’s wife’s mother lay sick of a fever.” Among his most attentive listeners was a man who seemed most impressed. Years afterwards, Mr. Boulware preached in the same neighborhood from the same text. He said he was astonished to see the same man in the audience. That man, he said, came to him after the sermon and said: “For the Lord’s sake! Ain’t that old woman dead yet? How long do you think she will live? Poor old critter! What a lot she must have suffered these forty years. I’ll warrant she is needy. Really the people ought to send her something to help her along.”


Now, before you laugh at the absurdity of the hen-egg revival, perhaps we should consider how absurd it is that we highly educated and sophisticated Americans believe strongly in the amazing powers of paper eggs, which millions keep in their nesteggs in the hope that they will someday hatch into even greater riches by the super natural agency of interest.  It appears by the tens of billions of dollars that have been “invested” in paper eggs that Americans everywhere have attended paper-egg revivals throughout the land, believing in the gospel of the usurious, debt-based economics. Perhaps, someday, after we have recovered from the economic devastation that even now is humbling us that future generations of Americans will not be so gullible and will be able to look back and laugh at our absurd ways. —- The Rural Missourian