Righteous Disdain, Part !17!

365 Promises From God’s Word

Well Now I Know Part 16

The feature image is my new gel pens from Office Depot. I got on their mailing list because they are like Walgreens. First off, I get 2 percent of points from each purchase. Secondly, occasionally when I go in there, and I will go in there, I will get money off a purchase down the road once those two percents add up.

Walgreens has the same incentive. Now if I could just be less busy and pay attention to sales. That is evidently wishful thinking on my part. Where is a penny and where is the closest wishing well? Naw. I’m throwing one hundred pennies into the nearest wishing well. I’m filling that thang up with pennies. HeeHeeHee.

Richard is 17. He is the ARC-Man. So that is why we have a coloring book in this last article across Israel’s birthday in May of 2018 all glory to God and in Jesus Name, amen. I pray for the ARC when I color in that little book I purchased from HEB in Oak Hill. It is near my recliner with the Holy Bible and another coloring book that I think is titled something like Be Still & Know that I Am God.

I am coming against racial gang, gang, tribe, and nation/international wars that never cease, never cease, never cease today. Tomorrow is another matter in Jesus Name, amen.

In addition to this, there is the other piece of artwork. Rocky Mountain High by John Denver, Part 15, on Rivers International tells the world that the angels and elect of all 12 tribes believe in mountain moving through faith, hope, and love these three complete within I AM at all times. We don’t care about the rest of them. They WILL BOW to God Almighty in their times and places.

Oh this was SO easy. Last night, as Patrick and Richard with Patrick’s girlfriend were treating me to my Mother’s Day dinner, I told Patrick that I have observed for quite a few years how Eara, Richard, and he can have a joke in a room as they watch other people and Patrick acknowledged this funny thing about these three siblings and how they have their own language in the room as this is going on. I laughed sincerely because I watch them and marvel at their humility and patience and sibling love to keep going no matter what the jet set crowd of wherever they are is doing the whatever it is that is funny in a naughty sort of way to these three lovely people.

But then Patrick paused and said to me (this is not an exact quote because it doesn’t need to be–watch out America because Patrick and I are one hundred percent lethal with God Father in conversation as you are about to witness point blank in this author’s work):

That is, I’m laughing or looking on in disdain. My son looked away into the distance and my son does not know what I know about him and others in my midst. But equally I do not know what my son knows. He knows enough not to look at me if he wants to try to spare me that much more pain. Enough pontificated right here. 

It looks like to me that the world is going to get your head taken off more and more and more since my children and I are having more time to converse. That’s what you tried to do, didn’t you? You tried to destroy me and separate me from the love of God in my children.

That was ten LLLOOOONNGGG YEARS of a man’s life that we all know about. His name is Jesus. He turned 70 today with Israel in a few manners of Lion Speaking. So let me end this article with disdain from the Bible which speaks volumes and two pictures.

Have a nice day, America. I am doing that and I expect you to do it better than you did it yesterday which caused the distant, sober look in my son’s eyes after he went through hell with his mother in Jesus Name, amen.

This is the 290 W bridge going into Oak Hill where the HEB at the Y is. I am standing at a tire place right before I went into the YMCA in Oak Hill to do my stretches and weight training.
This is the furthest manifestation of the drawing in Part 15 linked above and let us not forget that Eara Abigail Coffey IS 15.

1 Samuel 17:41-43 about David & Goliath: 

And the Philistine came on and drew near unto David; and the man that bare the shield went before him. And when the Philistine looked about, and saw David, he disdained him: for he was but a youth, and ruddy, and of a fair countenance.  And the Philistine said unto David, Am I a dog, that thou comest to me with staves? And the Philistine cursed David by his gods.

Job 30:1-3

Let me be point blank: the reason my children’s disdain is righteous is because one hundred percent of the time they choose to respect the fathers in their midst regardless of how sinful the fathers are actually being. That is MY CHILDREN whom God elect for such a testimony as this: 13 children, 3 mothers, and to be perfectly clear humane-ly speaking in Gideon’s Army, only two fathers. Now you really do know. I don’t have to say it. EVERYONE, and I mean everyone, of the New Jerusalem of Austin, Texas who are my people know what is going on. They wait around and get behind Cara Coffey and push until the sun is down. They go home and cry their eyes out. They sit at a table at Whole Foods yesterday as a woman and cry their eyes out waiting for me to come out again in complete anguish. They hope against hope that I’m going to pull it out better than this today.

But that was yesterday. Today, I have Stan and Lindsey. I have Mary Barnett and God Father. I have Jesus and Alva Richard. This is all glory to God and in Jesus Name, amen. We of Judah Elect do not flee. We stand, sit, and lie down in our ground and if we are run off we come back, we come back, we come back, and we will keep coming back until you die. We are about haunting you in your zombie state on the earth. You are dead while you live and we know it. That is what Righteous Disdain of Elect Judah in Austin, Texas is all about in Jesus Name, amen.

But now they that are younger than I have me in derision, whose fathers I would have disdained to have set with the dogs of my flock. Yea, whereto might the strength of their hands profit me, in whom old age was perished? For want and famine they were solitary; fleeing into the wilderness in former time desolate and waste.


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