Lisbon Portugal (PT)
Independent Baptist missionaries to the nation of Portugal
Missionaries to Portugal (PT)
On the 12th of May 1962, General Douglas MacArthur received a very distinguished award from a rather esteemed institution in West Point, NY. During his acceptance address, with earnest humility, he expressed deep gratitude for the recognition. He spoke of a great moral code that molds and yet exemplifies the American soldier. He noted that such a code of three dynamic words, "Duty, Honor, Country" would raise the ire of enemies and rile the hypocrite to downgrade and mock such fanciful ideals. But to the soldiers who listened, MacArthur lectured, "They mold you for future roles as the custodians of the nation's defense. They make you strong enough to know when you are weak, and brave enough to face yourself when you are afraid." At each point, the venerated general presented juxtapositions that would arise and be overcome by faithful adherence to the values contained in those three words, "Duty, Honor, Country." These three words are those of men gone by, who believed that our nation was special, and who would never apologize for her prosperity or military power. They, being cast from the same die as Eisenhower and Lincoln, would never apologize for our ambition or ingenuity. Virtues like these teach young men to stand tall, shake firmly, and look eye to eye with anyone that might come their way. They are words like those of Sinclair Lewis who respectfully confessed, "Intellectually I know that America is no better than any other country; emotionally I know she is better than every other country." While beliefs like these readily divide our nation today, ignoring the risk of sounding smug, I will go on record saying that I'll take up sides with Lewis and MacArthur. I don't care. I'm choosing against change. I don't believe America's image is broken, nor do I believe our relationship with communism needs to be reset. I believe if Somali pirates, or terrorists at sea, hi-jack a vessel with an American crew and ask for $10 million to release the captain that the Commander-in-Chief has an obligation, not an option, a duty to his citizenry to dispatch a Navy Seal team to the area. Upon arrival, I believe that particular Seal team has an obligation to rescue the captain by whatever means necessary, up to and including putting a 5.56 mm armor piercing round through the ear hole of each Muslim extremist involved in the capture of the ship. The FBI negotiator can stay at home. I subscribe to the foreign policy school of a big stick, because as has been proven, that is all that ever works. U.N. Security Council resolutions won't deter North Korea or Iran. Neither will a photoshopped magazine cover of our shirtless president. However, missile defense systems and Howitzers will. Apologies for national defense are only enablers which stoke the fires of radical ideologies and demagogues bent at destroying liberty. Ringing the bell of "Duty, Honor, Country" over and over again, to the corps of cadets at the US Military Academy, Macarthur clarified his philosophy by saying this, "Others will debate the controversial issues, national and international, which divide men's minds; but serene, calm, aloof, you stand as the Nation's war-guardian, as its lifeguard from the raging tides of international conflict, as its gladiator in the arena of battle." If only today, as in days of old, they could freely do their duty, we could live with honor and take pride in our country. Yours for Portugal, Bro. Michael Andrzejewski Bro. Michael Andrzejewski currently serves with his wife and five children as a missionary to Portugal and is sent out of Milledgeville Baptist , TN. For more information about their ministry please visit MBC Portugal Missions.
By now I'm sure that you have heard all about our president's trip to London for the G20. Published reports have told us that the staff that made the trip was 500 strong. He took his own chef, specialized O-mobile, 200 secret service agents and several decoy helicopters. No wonder the rest of the world looks at spoiled Americans with disdain. Do you remember when then Democrat candidate Obama chastised the country for being comfortable? His exact words were, "We can't drive our SUVs and eat as much as we want and keep our homes on 72 degrees at all times...and then just expect that other countries are going to say OK." We can't, but he can. Yes, he can! Yes, he can! Anyway, when you're the President of the United States of America, it is a different story. We can't do those things, but he can. According to David Axelrod, he keeps it so balmy in the Oval Office that he could grow orchids. He can transport all of his presidential toys across the Atlantic for a few meetings. He can bring along a personal assistant/brother-in-law/one-on-one basketball partner named Reggie Love to hand him a tic-tac when he needs one. He can park that 15,000 pound Cadillac, which has been described as a hardened missile silo on wheels, right in front of the garden entrance driveway at Buckingham Palace. His driver did just that upon he and Michelle's visit with the Queen. There was only one problem - the prince wanted to leave the Palace, so the Caddy had to go. I have to laugh so I don't cry. All we have seen from this administration in the first 70 days has been like amateur hour. They are coming off like complete buffoons every where they go. Clarke Griswold looks like Einstein in front our president right now. A few weeks ago he gave the British Prime Minister, Gordon Brown, a collection of cheesy DVDs that couldn't even be played across the pond. Then, Secretary of State Clinton gave the Russians a "re-set" button that really meant "overcharge." Where do they get their help? Circuit City? My nine year old armed with a Dell Mini and Google translation services would do better. Next, the Best Buy geek squad czar who recommends all these wonderful gifts must have just missed the cut to make the G20 because somebody decided to give the Queen an Ipod. Yes, of course, she already had one, but not one pre-loaded with can't-live-without Broadway show tunes and, you guessed it - legendary Obama speeches. Amazing! Priceless! Not even Stephen King could make up something so terrifying. I wonder how the First Lady even rides in that big limo between him and his ego. Since the inauguration, the markets have tanked. Unemployment is cresting 10 percent. Our currency is not worth the paper on which it is so rapidly being printed, and all I have heard from our distinguished leader is something like, "Hey, I didn't do it, Bush did." Classless, petty, and dangerous. By day he fires CEOs and by night he parties with the likes of Stevie Wonder and Earth, Wind, and Fire. I'm sorry but I just expect more out of a president. I expect more maturity, more gravity. I expect fewer jokes on Letterman and less hypocrisy behind the Resolute Desk. Sadly, what can be expected from a one term Senator turned President? Presidential Karaoke is all I have seen thus far. Yours for Portugal, Bro. Michael Andrzejewski Bro. Michael Andrzejewski currently serves with his wife and five children as a missionary to Portugal and is sent out of Milledgeville Baptist Church in Milledgeville, TN. For more information about their ministry please visit MBC Portugal Missions.
When was the last time that you did something really dopey? A few weeks ago I heard an audio clip of a 911 call made by a woman in Florida who was beginning to panic because her car battery was dead and she had locked herself inside the car. With a tinge of hysteria she begged for help because the power windows were disabled by the dead battery, it was getting very hot in the car, and she wasn't feeling well. However, she handled it with great aplomb when the operator told her to pull up on the knob for the door lock and then open the door. As the clip comes to an end, one can actually hear the dear lady becoming aware of her dullness. She plainly apologizes and bids the operator a good day. However simple minded she was, something must be said of her humility. In the very same week, a few thousand miles away, President Obama accomplished a first among American presidents. He performed perhaps the greatest breach of etiquette of any American president, living or dead. In England, upon meeting a member of the royal family, rather than the customary handshake, he bowed, bending deeply at the waist. One might initially think, being in the United Kingdom, that he bowed to her majesty the Queen. Sorry, try again. Our president didn't choose to bow to the jolly Queen. Barack Hussein Obama showed deep appreciation and humble devotion to the murderous enslaver, King Abdullah of Saudi Arabia. Instead of reciprocating the bow, denoting equality and mutual respect, the King waited for the act of adoration to be complete and then shook Obama's hand. If you ask me, it was a pretty dopey thing to do for a man holding the highest office of the world's only superpower and leader of the free world. I would say very dopey, if I were to put it bluntly. Our president - however humble he tried to be, something must be said of his dimness. Although, unlike the security challenged lady in Florida who recognized her hilarious error, those surrounding our president refuse even to acknowledge the obvious. Therefore, the obstinacy continues to abound with a presidential aide denying that the bow was even a bow at all. According to Ben Smith of Politico, an Obama aide defended, "It wasn't a bow. He grasped his hands with two hands, and he's taller than King Abdullah." The ridiculous denial of an obvious act of fealty sounds like something out of the "my dad can beat up your dad" school of playground insults. Hint to the White House - admit it, move on, and don't make the same mistake again. Americans should not bow to anyone other than Jesus Christ. They should worship none other than God Almighty. We are a free nation, and our ancestors fought long and hard to ensure our liberty. Hence, the sight alone of seeing the Commander-in-Chief self-deprecate before arguably one of the five worst dictators in the world makes my blood boil. But for everyone at 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue to deny it, compounds the problem ten-fold. Learn this Mr. and Mrs. White House Aide, the American people are not idiots, but they are forgiving. We are not helpless, but we are trusting. Don't treat us like kids. Try treating us like adults, and maybe the same respect will be returned, with a firm handshake, instead of groveling genuflection. Yours for Portugal, Bro. Michael Andrzejewski Bro. Michael Andrzejewski currently serves with his wife and five children as a missionary to Portugal and is sent out of Milledgeville Baptist Church in Milledgeville, TN. For more information about their ministry please visit MBC Portugal Missions.
Nina and I have a friend â€“ sounds like the start of a bad joke doesn't it? Shocking as it is, we have more than one, but this particular friend is going through an unusually difficult time right now. Almost constantly, for the last several years, her family has been served tragedy and hardship with a side of grief. They have continued to put one foot in front of the other each day, at times stopping simply to ask â€“ why? Casualties have abounded and shame has been an unwelcome yet frequent house guest. For the record, let it be said that last year irritated so many like a bad boil. It festered and oozed and only seemed to worsen with its ever-maddening pain. Thank the Lord that just before midnight last Wednesday it finally popped. Her struggles began before 2008 and sadly may last through 2009. When she called last week, her first words were, â€œI need help.â€ No, "Hello, how are you?" Just, â€œI need help.â€ She began to pour out her heart to us and with a shaky voice while quickly wiping away tears she continued, saying, â€œI just don't have any faith.â€ It is the death knell for the faithfulness of believers. The white towel of service. Normally these words are so much worse than an "I quit" that my heart sinks. But, a strange thing happened. She kept talking. Uncertainty clouded the way as she peppered questions at me. While I listened intently to what she was saying, I really only heard the words, â€œI don't have any faith.â€ Finally, when she stopped, I carefully asked about her loss of faith. I certainly didn't want to appear like a psychiatrist (How does that make you feel?) or a snake-oil salesman (I've got just the cure.). Most importantly, I had heard what she said but wanted to know what she was doing. For her, it was clearly a can't-see-the-forest-for-the-trees situation. The cancer of unbelief had not spread from her mind into her heart and legs and arms. Though her mind told her she had no faith, her actions proved just the opposite. She hadn't lost any faith at all. She had just forgotten where to look for it. She started believing that faith was what she said rather than what she did. Beyond any doubt, our actions always prove our beliefs. For instance, Hamas hates the Jews. How do we know? With a blatant lack of discrimination they lob rockets into Israel. They hate the men, the women, and the children. They hate the whole lot. Say what they will about wanting peace; however, their actions prove an entirely different story.In much the same way, an unfaithful husband tells his wife how much he loves her just before his midnight tryst. His actions betray him even as he unkindly returns the favor to his own marriage. Then what of our friend? She will make it through this bout and on she will continue. Hopefully it will be with a renewed sense of the substance of her actions. Hopefully she will stand firm on the conviction that what we do should swell while what we say should abate. Friends, remember: in this turbulent sea of life, it's what we do that really matters, not what we say. Yours for Portugal, Bro. Michael Andrzejewski Bro. Michael Andrzejewski currently serves with his wife and five children as a missionary to Portugal and is sent out of Milledgeville Baptist Church in Milledgeville, TN.Â For more information about their ministry please visit MBC Portugal Missions.
Do you remember the scene in the movie, "The Christmas Story" when Scut Farkas, the consummate bully goads Ralphie into crying after pelting him in the face with a ginormous snowball? Something snaps in the mild mannered Ralphie, and he commences to unleash a torrent of tiny fists and swear words in an unknown tongue rendering the bully humiliated, bloodied, and reformed. Well, smack dab in the middle of the winter of our economic depression, the spirit of Scut Farkas has been channeled into the US government. They have pitched snowball after taxing, hypocritical snowball toward the quiet, unassuming Ralphies across the country. How many more snowballs will it take to reach critical mass? What will be the final salvo launched to insight the bullied and bespectacled to punch back? For the record, I believe that we should pray for our leaders on every level that we may live a quiet and peaceable life. I would never advocate anarchy or revolution; however, I firmly believe if the government continues its current pompous taunting of the citizenry, some will respond in an unprecedented fashion. Atlas will shrug. Today, the current checks and balances are breaking down and people are starting to understand the intentional destruction that is taking place. At least I want to believe it is intentional and not borne completely out of idiocy. Since the inauguration we have systematically alienated our closest allies and opened new doors to welcome our enemies. We have shaken hands with Syria, pledged to give $900 million to Hamas (er, Gaza), and spit in Israel's face. We are genuflecting before Russia and telling the Poles and Czechs to take a slow train to Siberia. Do you know that Poland is such a strong ally that within our intelligence community some refer to them as the 51st state? In the middle of a recession, we are turning down sales of fighter planes to Taiwan because we don't want to upset the Red Chinese. We just gave the British Prime Minister 25 DVDs in exchange for priceless heirlooms and blew off a joint press conference. With friend like this...you know how it goes. As far as I'm concerned, the President would have done worse only if he had urinated in the Englishman's tea. But at the same time we are falling over ourselves to hug the Taliban and sing kum-ba-yah with Islamic terrorists around the globe. Farkas gave us about a quarter raise ($13 a week tax break) at the exact same time he was lifting our wallets so that he could max out all of our credit cards while buying environmentally friendly golf carts, paying for our neighbors' abortions, building a snowmaking facility in Minnesota, and upgrading intercoms in Alaska. Incomprehensible! President Scut armed with even more snowballs and insults (aimed at freedom of speech, freedom of religion, and the right to bear arms, among other things) daily treads closer and closer to that imaginary line in the sand for so many. Whatever faith there was in the government has now dwindled down to those who lazily stand with an outstretched hand crying for someone else to pay for their mortgage and put gas in their car. Like a parasitic side kick they look to big brother Farkas to fix it all. But one of these days that last frozen missile will plant itself for the last time in Ralphie's face. The gloves will come off and the landscape could look dramatically different. Although I'm not a betting man, my money's on Ralphie. Yours for Portugal, Bro. Michael AndrzejewskiBro. Michael Andrzejewski currently serves with his wife and five children as a missionary to Portugal and is sent out of Milledgeville Baptist Church in Milledgeville, TN. For more information about their ministry please visit MBC Portugal Missions.
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