ISIS is Kindly Sissified and King Jesus is A Comin'

But mark my words: The last days is gonna be horrible times.  Folks is gonna love money and themselves and not much else, braggin' all the time, et up with pride, lewd, crude, potty mouthed blasphemers, mean and cruel to ma and pa, not thankful fer nuthin', godless. They's gonna lose their basic humanity, cain't git along with nobody, ain't never got nuthin' good to say about nobody, ain't got no self control, no mercy, don't look up to good folks, betrayin' their friends, high falutin' narcissists, doin' whatever feels good instead of seekin' the Good Lord...tryin' to look good on the outside, but not really interested in bein' transformed from the inside out by the power of God. Treat 'em like they got the plague. -2 Timothy 3:1-5

Don't worry, baby. Everything will turn out alright. -The Beach Boys

I ain't even sure I wanna write this blog anymore. I look too much like the feller up yonder!!! ^. Sweet Lord Jesus hep me. Do you realize that whole passage ain't about heatherns at all!!!???...it's about church folk!!!  What in tarnation!!!??? Mercy. If any heatherns is readin' this right now. I wanna say I'm sorry...not just fer me, fer the whole church. Boy, oh boy, we got some work to do. We got to make ourselves humble, and admit we're too much like that feller there ^. Sweet Lord Jesus hep us to do better. Hep us be more like you.

The end of the world is a comin' y'all. If the good folks is actin' like heatherns and the heatherns is actin' like....well heatherns, it's time fer King Jesus to come back. We got that there ISIS runnin' round blowin' stuff up and shootin' folks like the nincompoops they are. ISIS is the poster children fer how religion is just a bunch a mess. So is the feller up yonder ^. When I was growin' up ISIS used to wear skirts and be on Saturday mornin' cartoons....I reckon they's still kindly sissified...what with bein' cowards and all and blowin' up innocent folk. Maybe they should wear skirts...but I digress.

I wanted to say somethin' to y'all. These times is scary. Gosh almighty. I don't want you to live life scared. Make yer peace with God through King Jesus. Ask him to fergive ye and come into yer heart and save ye from all this mess. Please. You'll have Peace like a River like the song says. There ain't much time left. But don't live life scared. That's what them sissy's ISIS want. It's gonna be ok. The wrath of God is comin'. Jesus is comin'. He's gonna take care of ever'thang. God's wrath has gotta come to wake folks up. He's been real patient fer a real long time. Folks has been pokin' the bear fer decades...the bear just lifted an eyebrow. uh, oh.

Stevie Rey is a heathern in recovery. He wrote The Hillbilly Bible. He don't know why he's speakin' about himself in the third person...it's kindly highfalutin.  :-)

Why I Need King Jesus More than the New Star Wars

Like a little ole dawgy pants fer the water bowl, 

that 's how much I need ye, Oh Lord. 

-King David, Psalm 42:1

I need love, love, ou, to ease my mind. -Phil Collins

I can't get no satisfaction. -The Rolling Stones

I need the Lord. Here's why. All human beans need love, y'all. Unconditional love. We need it. We crave it. Bad. Sometimes momma n'em give it to us. Sometimes not. Sometimes we try to git it from the family dawg. He gives it purdy good, but it don't satisfy. We need it right down in our hearts...boy how we need it. If'n we ain't got it, we'll try to git some love from donuts and hookers, way may try to git some love from whiskey or meth. But them thangs ain't got no love that satisfies.

They's also the problem that deep down we know we ain't all that lovable. We done looked at the porn hub again last night. And give the fanger to the feller that cut us off in traffic. We swindled some folks and stole from the office and cheated on our taxes. We ain't as bad as ISIS shootin' up the town and sech, but we ain't no Mother Theresa neither. We know we don't really deserve that kinda unconditional love so much. We know. We may not wanna admit it, but we know. 

That's where King Jesus comes in. He paid the price fer when we had hookers and lied and cheated and stole stuff. I don't know why God done it that way. I guess he done it cuz he wanted to. Ye ever loved somebody so much that ye wanted to prove it? Ye wanted to take a bullet fer 'em or sumpin'. King Jesus loves us that way. God loves us that way. At the end a the day, I don't rightly know why God chose to do it this way. It's kindly a mystery...like that there Trans Pacific Partnership. I do know I need King Jesus more than the new Star Wars...and I need that pretty bad.


Stevie Rey is the Arthur of The Hillbilly Bible, and a bone-if-I'd Memphis Rockstar Wannabe.