Anyone who would believe and obey the Bible completely in 2011 would be considered the most radical of humans. I would like to be that person. Standing on the edge of eternity makes one quite reckless. I am standing on the edge of eternity. Call me radical, Call me intolerant. I plead guilty to all charges. Jesus is my ideal. He was the world’s leading revolutionist. In a world lousy with religions, He said, “No man cometh to the Father but by me.” He invalidated every religion on His green Earth. He said if your hand continually does something wrong, cut the thing off! He said if your eye offends you (by constantly looking for something sinful to gaze upon), He said to gouge it out. Holiness is better than hands or eyes. Jesus talked more about Hell that all the Apostles put together, with Isaiah and Jeremiah thrown in for good measure. That was because He loved people more than all the Apostles put together with Isaiah and Jeremiah thrown in. He was frantic with concern for people who loved Satan’s ways better than His.
If I know myself, I have a love for people. When I ask God to bless the food He has provided for us at each meal, I think of the hungry, homeless people in the world. These people, most of the world’s population, don’t deserve to be hungry or homeless, or both; any more than I do. Why was I born in America? Was it because I thank Him often for being an American? Other people are Americans, but some of them don’t bother thanking anybody for anything. Freedom is a self-destructive concept. Freedom is a divine thing, and cannot exist long where there is evil, and there is evil everywhere. Wherever Jesus Christ is absent, there is evil; just like there is darkness where light is absent. Jesus said the truth shall make you free. Jesus is Truth. Any objective observer can see that this concept is right. Throughout the ages evil has labored to destroy good. This is seen today in the efforts of evil institutions to destroy faith in God.
Examples of this are everywhere. Evil institutions, which were granted their freedom by people of faith, use this freedom to attack people and institutions of faith. I know many Saints (you probably call them “Christians”), but I don’t know one who would file a law suit against the ACLU or any other evil institution to stop it from propagating its beliefs. I am offended by their work, but I tolerate it because they have the right to say what they wish. As far as I am concerned, the atheists can put up all the signs they want to proclaiming that you don’t need a god in your life to be happy. I know that without a sign telling me. They shout that you can be happy without God. That truth is self-evident. In fact, I would guess that most atheists are happier than most Saints. But happiness won’t go with you to the cemetery where you are burying your child. And it won’t take you to Heaven, either. You need divine joy for that.
I can only sorrow for needy people because I have not money to give. I do have eight fingers, two thumbs, a brain and a heart. (I have a stomach, too, and my wife makes it her business to keep it full.) I pray daily that God will enable me to write things that will help the life of somebody. My pulpit (computer) is unlimited, and such as it is, I will use it to the limit. My business is to teach. I will answer questions to the best of my ability, but when the questioning becomes argumentative, I bow out. Arguing is not my bailiwick. My wit is too slow to debate.
We don’t have enough starving people here on Earth to agonize over; we have now spent billions of bucks to send an explorer into space to find life to prove there is no God. (If life is found in space somewhere, you can be sure God created it, and knows all about it.) Suppose we find life, and it is starving like the people in Africa’s horn? Will we put them on welfare? Will we ship thousands of tons of whatever food they require to them? When I hear of space probes now, my response is, “Bah! Humbug!”
A concern I have that is closer to me is one that will place me in the looney category when I reveal it. Since I am a looney, here goes. I think men wearing shorts is a primary sign that we have become a dissolute nation, and Church for that matter. The British have a better name for them: bloomers. I prefer to call them “drawers.” But here, I am afraid, is where the Doppler effect will take over. As I move on with this, fewer and fewer people will hear me. The Doppler effect will cause men to lose me when I write, turn to Exodus 20:26 in the Bible. This essay is not intended for wicked and debased people, but rather intended for men of faith – men who love the Lord Jehovah.
In case you can’t or won’t locate the verse, I will put it here for you:
“Neither shalt thou go up by steps unto mine altar, that thy nakedness be not discovered thereon.”
This command is given in the same chapter as the Ten Commandments, and this verse defines one form of nakedness throughout the Bible. The same word is not used for nakedness when the Bible speaks of babies coming forth from their mothers, and the context makes the difference. Here is a list of all the verses that mean “bare” like babies coming out: Genesis 2:25; I Samuel 19:24; Job 1:21; Job 22:6; Job 24:7; Job 24:10; Job 26:6; Ecclesiastes 5:15; Isaiah 20:2 Isaiah 20:3; Isaiah 20:4; Isaiah 58:7; Hosea 2:3; Amos 2:16; Micah 1:8. Notice that Exodus 20:26 is not in that list. Probably, this verse, Exodus 20:26, when read passes right on by most people with little effect.
Actually, it should be a stunning revelation of God’s will, and a couple of questions. One of the questions is, “How would you get up to God’s altar without steps?” I guess you shouldn’t build an altar so high you would have to go up to it by anything.
The main issue, however, is the matter of nakedness. What does this verse tell us about God’s attitude toward nakedness? The word “nakedness” is used 54 times in the Bible. The word means:
“1) nakedness, nudity, shame, pudendaa) pudenda (implying shameful exposure)
b) nakedness of a thing, indecency, improper behavior
c) exposed, undefended (fig.)” (From Strong’s via the Blue Letter Bible.)
It is an important word. What it means is that if your ankles are visible,
as far as God is concerned, you’re naked. How much of a man can you see when he goes up steps with an ankle-length robe on? You don’t have to be a looney to see the answer to that.
Are you still hearing me?
Remember when Peter grabbed his “fisher’s coat” when he was fishing “naked,” and jumped into the sea? Do you think Peter was working in his fishing boat without a thread of fabric on his body? I cannot prove the fisher’s coat would reach Peter’s ankles, but I can be certain that his legs were exposed as he worked, and he grabbed an “upper garment” before he jumped into the sea to swim or wade to Jesus. Peter did not want to offend the Lord by exposing private, personal, intimate parts of his body that should not be exposed. The best way I know of showing contempt to other people is to expose your body to them.
In the garden of Eden Christ made garments for Adam and Eve who suddenly became aware that they were naked. Since these two had to walk in a world that now was cursed with thorns and thistles, they would need long clothes. Or maybe chaps? Have you ever seen a bear skin? Man, you know, is the only naked creature on Earth. God gave all the creatures beautiful coverings: hide, fur, scales, hair, feathers, shells. Animals wear their clothes all their life. Man, however, has only a thin skin. Man’s skin is not suited for exposure to the elements. God meant for man to clothe himself in beautiful garments appropriate for himself and the elements. There are many verses in the Bible giving instructions for the garments of the priests. Need I remind anybody that a Saint is also a priest after the order of Melchisedec (Jesus Christ)?
We are also ambassadors of the King of Glory. How should ambassadors dress? I see on tv what an ambassador dresses like. Expensive suit, shirt, and tie. Handkerchiefs to match in the coat breast pocket. Maybe a flower in the lapel. Dress hat to match. In other words, an ambassador dresses to please the eye of the ruler of the country where he serves. As ambassadors for Christ, I believe we should dress in such a manner that we knock the eyes out of sinners. We ought to stand out as Saints, humans of the highest rank in the human family. The notion that we should dress like the world, and act like the world to reach the world is a warped idea that has reduced the church to a bunch of hypocrites in the eyes of the world. Have you read what God has said in I Corinthians 17-18?
“Wherefore come out from among them, and be ye separate, saith the Lord, and touch not the unclean [thing]; and I will receive you, And will be a Father unto you, and ye shall be my sons and daughters, saith the Lord Almighty.”
Study I Peter 2:9. Please act like, and dress like, what you are.
Are you still picking me up?
I was deer hunting when I saw the bear some hunters had killed. The beauty of the fur on that thing was exquisite. I never saw anything so black. The fur was soft and silky. I mourned the thing’s death. God dressed that bear in those gorgeous clothes. Nobody else could have. My friend Svetlana in Siberia had a bear skin coat. It must have weighed a “ton.” I asked her if they had taken the bear out of it. Suppose that bear decided one summer that a bear skin was too heavy to wear. He sees some sale adds in his mail box one day. One add shows some bloomers on sale. Oh! Wow! he shouts. He runs out to buy himself a pair of drawers or two or three. I think God blushes!
Distressed, but not surprised, I watch Viagra adds on tv. It is sad to watch people waddle by with their stomachs going two of three feet ahead of them, or their bellies riding on their knees. Speaking of the decadence of Rome makes me wish we are as moral as they were. American men have looked at flesh so long that many have lost their ability to procreate without chemical assistance.
Women have exposed themselves until they have lost the ecstatic, steaming, luscious feeling that is produced by holy shame; when they’re between two sheets with a love-hungry husband who doesn’t need chemicals. Most women have become so weary and worn with their profession that they don’t want any young ‘uns hanging on them. They’ve got one: that’s one too many. Cold and unresponsive, they prefer going to bed alone while their husband watches porno on tv. We’ve come a long way, baby, and we act like it.
Do you still hear me?
Wonder what the bear would look like in his fashionable bloomers? Take a look.

No wonder he's mad. Just read an article by that awful Joseph Kennedy!
When I was quite young, I was eager to get promoted to long pants. When the great day came, at last, my daddy took time to instruct me in the manly art of putting on long britches. Proud? You can believe it. I’ve loved long pants ever since. I wouldn’t go out for basketball in high school because I didn’t want to appear before others wearing shorts. Not only that, but I was afraid I couldn’t make the team, anyway.
Now all the bear needs is a pair of flip flops. Never put on socks! That might cover your nakedness. The day flip flops were invented is a worse day than the day they invented the internal combustion engine. If I had any idea how a man could make himself look more self-contemptible, I would gladly put it here. I don’t know which is worse, excessive formality or excessive informality. One seems to indicate too much pride, while the other indicates too much lack of self-respect. I thin both are repulsive to God who seems to like moderation the best (Philippians 4:5).