So far 2016 has been difficult. I have not had much time for fundraising, communicating with you … not to mention sleep.
In early January I was overcome with a desire to help a rancher and his friends that the media misrepresented so badly, that you were not allowed to know them as they really were and what they were doing, and as I know the spokesman, LaVoy Finicum, to be.
We need your help now – IN THE NEXT 24 HOURS. Please read on…
Family members that were able to travel the distance visited him at the refuge. They knew in their hearts they may have said their last goodbye to their father, husband and brother.
He had told them ever since the events at the Bundy Ranch in 2014 that liberty was more valuable than life, and he was willing to die for it, if necessary.
They prayed together one last time and said their goodbyes.
It was not long after that he was murdered in an ambush on a lonely highway, left alone to die in the snow.
The slow motion video shows, after several shots had been fired at him, that he had both hands up when they gunned him down.
He was standing on his belief that the U.S. Constitution, an inspired document, was in tatters, and he needed to do something to wake people up.
Throughout ancient Biblical and contemporary history, acts of civil disobedience have indeed changed the course of history. They are always controversial and met with much criticism.
We now know that those were shots heard around the world. Over two months later, we also know they have awakened many and they are changing the course of history.Yes it was controversial, as those events typically are. Others were arrested and sent to jail, given sentences so cruel and unusual as to put them into solitary confinement, throw food to them on the dirty floor, and for those who belong to a religion that has defended marriage between a man and a woman, they clothed them in pink. They are charged with multiple felonies so egregious as “conspiracy” that threaten to condemn them to prison for life and beyond the years they even have remaining on this earth. They are apparently worse than a rapist.
Yes, they were exercising their First and Second Amendment rights to free speech and to carry a gun for protection. But they were not the violent ones at the refuge. In fact, they never brandished a gun at a soul. It was a non-violent protest.
They were standing in solidarity for their rancher friends, Dwight (73) and Steven Hammond (46), a father and son serving a second term in prison (double jeopardy – illegal) for “arson” and with former charges of “domestic terrorism.”
A sheriff that was criticized for speaking out too strongly about the “federal government over reach” and that is the sheriff of a county the police report called a “U.N. Free Zone” and the reason they could not stage the ambush there, is now under a criminal investigation by the Department of Justice for his views and actions to help the protestors to arrange a meeting in his county. (I have posted all the documentation on the Liberty LIneup Facebook page.)
Meanwhile, the vulnerable – their wives and children – have been left behind intentionally to break the will of the leaders of a movement that has risen out of years of unsuccessful appeals for redress. An over-reaching central government considers this a great enough threat that the this same tyrant – the federal government – is demanding these people pay the price.
While at the refuge, these good men – faithful to their wives and children – were called “domestic terrorists” – “anti-government militants” and “leaders of the militia” and under the regulations and definitions of the Department of Homeland Security and its “domestic terrorist list” they are “guilty as charged.” (Documentation on the Facebook page.)
LaVoy Finicum was never the leader of a militia, even though militias are protected under the Second Amendment. He was a rancher and a leader of ranchers who have suffered enormous regulations that make ranching a dying industry in the U.S. This is about our food supply and our liberty to access our land and own it and work it.
Their families and friends continue to mourn for the enormous losses. Children cry out for their daddies. Their wives are left behind to courageously lead. These are strong women and they are not allowing this to get them down. Their children are being taught the courage of their parents.
Some citizens are confused by the media coverage. Others are deceived. A few know the truth. Overall, many have preferred to sideline quarterback, condemn, and shun.
Regardless what you believe – whether these are saints or sinners – one man showed absolute Christlike love. He traveled to the ranch recently to return the Bible that belonged to LaVoy Finicum, who many loved and followed for the principles he lived and taught.
His name was Reverend Franklin Graham. I will share more about this amazing story later. But for now, as I said, I need your help.
ACTION NEEDED NOW
I need to get to Portland, Oregon in a couple of days to visit Ammon and Ryan Bundy in jail, deliver them some U.S. Constitutions, to meet with the media there and to get eyewitness testimony and show our love and our support at their Court hearing on Wednesday, April 6, 2016. All 22 from the Malheur Refuge will be there.
The Judge will decide whether they will stay in the Portland, Oregon jail or whether they will be transported to Las Vegas and then back to Oregon. They have appealed to stay in Oregon. I don’t have time to go into details, but please, please, please… we need your help right now.
First, your prayers and fasting are needed.
Whatever you can contribute will be so appreciated. I estimate it will cost around $800 round trip. A $35. $50. $100, $250, $500, or full amount is greatly appreciated in the next 24 hours. Simply click on the donate tab at the top right, or click here.
Letters and notes to the prisoners are helping the prisoners through this horrible experience they are willing to endure – for our Liberty.
Do not sit by and let the sacrifice of one man and the rest in jail to be doing so in vain! Here’s the current list.
A Poor Wayfaring Man of Grief
At LaVoy’s funeral, we sang one of his favorite hymns. I became so choked up I could not go on when we began to sing Verse 5.
But now it’s Verse 6 that motivates me.
The message from our Judeo-Christian heritage is clear: “Inasmuch as ye have done it unto the least of these, my brethren, ye have done it unto me.” Matt. 25:40
I hope you have a blessed Sunday and that this beautiful arrangement of the hymn A Poor Wayfaring Man of Grief will uplift and inspire you.
1. A poor, wayfaring Man of grief
Hath often crossed me on my way,
Who sued so humbly for relief
That I could never answer nay.
I had not pow’r to ask his name,
Whereto he went, or whence he came;
Yet there was something in his eye
That won my love; I knew not why.
2. Once, when my scanty meal was spread,
He entered; not a word he spake,
Just perishing for want of bread.
I gave him all; he blessed it, brake,
And ate, but gave me part again.
Mine was an angel’s portion then,
For while I fed with eager haste,
The crust was manna to my taste.
3. I spied him where a fountain burst
Clear from the rock; his strength was gone.
The heedless water mocked his thirst;
He heard it, saw it hurrying on.
I ran and raised the suff’rer up;
Thrice from the stream he drained my cup,
Dipped and returned it running o’er;
I drank and never thirsted more.
4. ‘Twas night; the floods were out; it blew
A winter hurricane aloof.
I heard his voice abroad and flew
To bid him welcome to my roof.
I warmed and clothed and cheered my guest
And laid him on my couch to rest,
Then made the earth my bed and seemed
In Eden’s garden while I dreamed.
5. Stript, wounded, beaten nigh to death,
I found him by the highway side.
I roused his pulse, brought back his breath,
Revived his spirit, and supplied
Wine, oil, refreshment–he was healed.
I had myself a wound concealed,
But from that hour forgot the smart,
And peace bound up my broken heart.
6. In pris’n I saw him next, condemned
To meet a traitor’s doom at morn.
The tide of lying tongues I stemmed,
And honored him ‘mid shame and scorn.
My friendship’s utmost zeal to try,
He asked if I for him would die.
The flesh was weak; my blood ran chill,
But my free spirit cried, “I will!”
7. Then in a moment to my view
The stranger started from disguise.
The tokens in his hands I knew;
The Savior stood before mine eyes.
He spake, and my poor name he named,
“Of me thou hast not been ashamed.
These deeds shall thy memorial be;
Fear not, thou didst them unto me.”
Text: James Montgomery, 1771-1854
Music: George Coles, 1792-1858, alt.