9/11...The First Harbinger, The Breach

Today is 9/11/2013, the 12th anniversary of the cowardly terrorist attacks that shook our nation, and sent waves around the world. We will never forget the 3000 Americans who were killed in this tragedy, may they rest in peace.

I didn’t mean to wait this long to write this blog series, but my timing has worked out. This series will be based on a book called The Harbinger by Jonathan Cahn, a pastor with an international ministry and a reputation for shedding light on the Bible and ancient prophecies. I strongly recommend purchasing this book ($9.00 on Amazon) if you too are concerned about the path America is on. I will do the best I can to summarize it here.

9/11 was much more than the terrorist attack it seems at face value. There is much more to it than meets the eye. This is not the first time an event like this has happened in history. Another nation has been down the same path America is walking now. 9/11 was a terrible tragedy, but in the aftermath rests a warning of what is to come. God is telling America to repent, before it is too late. I’m not saying God caused 9/11, I am saying that America is no longer under God’s protection. The nation has turned away from God, denying the foundation the USA was built on. No longer is prayer heard in any classroom. No longer is any public reference to God accepted. And so God no longer has a reason to shelter America as His nation. So come the Harbingers of warning.

There are 9 harbingers that warn of coming judgment if the nation refuses to repent. All 9 were manifested before the destruction of the nation of Israel. All 9 have surfaced in America within the last 12 years. These are the warnings of a loving God who does not wish to exact judgment on a rebelling nation, but will do as He must. He cannot let evil endure.

In order to shed light on this secret, we must go back...3000 years. Ancient Israel, 1000 B.C., the original nation under God. Israel prospered, guided by the Almighty. But slowly, the nation became corrupt. Gradually, they pushed God away. And so God sent prophets, warning them of the calamity to come if they did not turn back; Elijah, Elisha, Hosea, Amos and more. All pleaded and begged the people to return to God, to repent. They were brushed aside by the majority, branded as troublemakers and enemies of the state. Few listened. Israel continued its fall from grace. 732 B.C. The alarm is sounded, the first harbinger of judgment comes. The first harbinger is The Breach. The hedge of protection surrounding the nation is lifted. The walls of Israel were breached. No military force could have prevented it, no extraordinary leadership could have averted it. Evil men were allowed free reign. Israel was invaded, and shaken to its foundations by its enemies. The Assyrians, a rising nation and already a formidable military force, attacked the capital city of Samaria and eventually captured it. The city was plundered, many of the people taken into exile, leaving a remnant behind. What followed would decide the nation’s fate.

The First Harbinger came to pass in America on September 11, 2001. God’s hedge of protection around America was lifted. Through the Breach flew four planes hijacked by terrorists. Two were flown into the twin towers, which soon collapsed, killing thousands. One flew into the Pentagon, and another crashed in a Pennsylvania field after a heroic effort by the passengers to overwhelm the hijackers. On this day of calamity, God watched and waited in sorrow. Jesus was in the stairwells of the towers, was with the rescuers and the victims. In every place shaken, I promise you He was there. Some cursed Him and died, some ignored Him; some turned to Him and found peace. Some used the tragedy to reject Him, asking how a loving God could ever let this evil to happen. I ask, what did we expect? That we could shun Him at every corner and have Him continue to bless our nation? No, we deserved this, and something worse is coming if we ignore the warnings that have been sent.

So came the first harbinger. Eight more remain, and have already passed. I will explain them more in the next few days as I continue this series. If you wish to learn more now, I would suggest reading and thinking on Isaiah chapter 9. It is the key to the whole prophecy. America is following in the footsteps of ancient Israel. The downfall of Israel was predicted, and so is the downfall of America if we refuse to repent. The Bible has given us our warning, it is up to us to heed it or ignore it.

I am writing this to spread the warning. I feel it is my duty to use all means necessary to do so. America is a sleeping nation that desperately needs to wake up and avert the coming disaster. I can only hope and pray the warning will be heeded.

Until next time, may your arrows fly straight.

Apocalypse

One chapter closes, and another begins. Life is really a series of new beginnings, and as a follower of Christ, I say that when you think about it, there really isn't any end, only beginnings. Even the word "apocalypse" translated from its Greek root means "a new beginning" (see what I did there with the title?) or "the lifting of the veil". As of 6 days ago, I moved into Scott Hall at Evangel University. After 5 days of the EU Launch program, classes commenced yesterday. So far, I am thoroughly enjoying college life, despite my diminishing funds. Somebody PLEASE explain why textbooks and calculators cost hundreds of dollars?! Now, the computer I can understand, but everything else? Oh well, suffice to say, I am fully settled in and equipped for the time being. Oh wait, not quite yet, still need to change my bowstrings and find a convenient place to shoot. But other than that,  good food, a moderate schedule, and easy gym access...life is good.

I must say how refreshing it is to be in a school environment that puts God before all other things. Most classes open with prayer, and there are multiple chapel services and ministry opportunities offered every week. In the words of the school, "Boldly Christian, Unquestionably Academic". Its so good to be working in the company of people who share my faith, all for a relatively common goal. This is how schools should function. Funny how bad things started happening in schools (think school shootings) once prayer and faith was taken out of them. I love being in a place where my faith can grow, rather than being in a place where I am forced either to defend it or conform on a daily basis.

Hunting season is rapidly approaching, bow season beginning on September 15. As I said, I have not yet found a place to shoot, or change my bowstrings...a technicality that will soon be remedied. But I am making progress, I've already connected with several other bow hunters on campus, including a professor. Labor Day gives us a 3 day weekend, which I plan to use to find a place that will allow me to do that, as well as go scout out the public access locations that I mapped out yesterday...Google Earth is my friend. The next objective will be purchasing a hunting license. While I am not an official resident of Missouri, since I am a student living on campus in Missouri, I am able to purchase a resident license at my local conservation office, which saves me around $200 in non-resident fees. Hey, that's a lot of money for a college kid!

Back to The Harbinger, its still coming. Don't get your undies in a wad. I did finish it, and it was riveting to the end. What I'm probably going to have to do is bite the bullet and get a copy for myself so I can refer to the book while I write. Don't worry, it is coming! Teaser alert: want to know the secret of the 2008 stock market crash? Coming soon...

May your aim stay true.

Time

Time does not wait for us. It passes at its own pace whether we want it to or not. I chose this subject because today is the one-year anniversary of the killing of my warthog (refer to "A Morning in the Bush"). So much has happened in this last year...moving across an ocean is always a speed-bump, even if it is just coming home. Graduating high school, a milestone. My days of regular school are over. I am soon transitioning into the world of college. In just 22 days, I will be moving into my dorm room at Evangel University. So much has yet to happen in that time. I still have loans to secure, a job to finish (and one to secure), yet more paperwork to fill out, and lets not forget furnishings for my dorm room. Trying as this period may be, all these things will happen in good time.



This being the one year anniversary of my hunt, it occurred now might be a good time to reveal the finished product of the warthog. It turned out amazing. My unofficial measurement shows that it qualifies for the Roland Ward Record Book. I could not be happier with my hog, and he tasted great too! For now, the mount will remain in Africa until such a time as we acquire the proper permits and ship my trophies home.

So, the Iowa Games. My first real archery tournament. I'll cut right to the chase, I'm proud to announce I placed 4th. Of course, the fact that there were exactly 4 archers in my division is entirely inconsequential. Am I disappointed? Absolutely not. My goals were to have fun, not miss, and get some much-needed experience. All three goals were accomplished, the weekend was a success, despite the hiccups experienced with my bow. The strings shipped to me by the manufacturer turned out to be of the wrong lengths. Unable to continue shooting my current strings, we instead opted to strip down my bow, and place all my equipment on my dad's bow, which happens to be the same make and model. After a night of sighting in and selecting arrows, I was finally set to go on just 3 days of practice. Despite this, on the 10 point target, my lowest scoring arrow for the weekend was a 2. My final score was 958/1200 (day 1: 471/600, day 2: 487/600), yielding 80% average accuracy. Not too bad for my first time out. There's always next time to do better, and I enjoyed the experience. Now I know for a fact, this is something I will always pursue in my future, professionally. My next goal is to get the proper string set for my bow so I can get tuned up and ready for my first Missouri deer season starting on September 15th. Sorting out the details may be tricky, but I promise you, I WILL find a way.

Looking ahead, in the very near future, I will be doing either a post or a series of posts on a book we have had recommended to us, and recently acquired. It is called The Harbinger. I will explain more soon, as I am still less than half way through it, but it is a warning/prophecy written in story-format of the 9 Harbingers that warn of God's coming judgment of America if repentance does not come. All 9 surfaced before the fall of Israel around 732 BC, and all 9 have already manifested in America within the last 15 years. Here's your hint: 9/11. The key: Isaiah 9:10. I won't say anymore, except that this book is riveting so far, and that the prophecies have been dead on. I hope I have aroused your curiosity.

So, until next time, may your arrows fly straight.

Back from the Dead

Alright, its been long enough. Yeah, its been 9 MONTHS since my last post. How did this happen? Good question. I guess you could say I fell of the face of the earth. Not really, but, you know, figuratively. Many things have happened in the world over the last 9 months. We've seen yet more conflict in the Middle East, an attack on the Second Amendment, some natural disasters, all kinds of things that just happen as time goes on. So now, I figure I've let my silence go on long enough. You only live once, right? YOLO Anchor Point is now back from the dead.

Things have changed about me as well. We returned to the United States of America just before Christmas after spending 3 years on the mission field in Francistown, Botswana. I turned 18 in January, got my driver's license, somehow contracted the worst case of mono my doctor has seen in years, and then somehow managed to pull everything together and graduate high school with honors. Currently I am waiting and working towards attending Evangel University in Springfield, Missouri this fall. Now, this blog is not all about me, but this is pretty serious business you know. Am I ready? Oh yeah.

Coming up this weekend is the Iowa Games. Athletic competitions sponsored by Iowa State University. I am proud to announce that this will be my debut in competitive archery. Preparation could be going better, lets just say my goal is to not miss the target. We'll be shooting at 80 cm targets at ranges of 40, 50, and 60 yards. 2 days, 60 arrows per day. Here's the deal, before last week, I had only shot my bow 3 times in the last 6 months, and then proceeded to discover that my strings and cables were in serious need of replacement. They will be replaced tonight, and I will start my 4 remaining days of practice tomorrow. For those of you not familiar with compound archery, bow strings and cables have this irritating tendency to stretch over time as the repetitive actions of shooting and increasing and releasing tension produce wear on the string fibers. These fibers stretch and sometimes break, producing what is called string stretch, which in turn causes the bow to go out of tune. That is, the cams no longer rotate in sync, or as close to it as can be reached. This produces highly irregular arrow flight, so you can see the dilemma. Based on the bow and poundage, strings and cables can require replacement as often as every year. Mine were to the point of my bow slipping out of tune on a daily basis after readjustment the day before. We managed to get a new set of strings shipped over the weekend, and I will hopefully be able to pull it together in the next 4 days to produce a relatively decent performance this weekend. I've been told its a lot of fun, and I cannot wait to experience it for myself.

That's all I got for now. No more 9 month gaps.

May your bow stay in tune.

Election Day 2012

Tomorrow is November 6, 2012. Election day. Possibly the most pivotal election in the history of America. Tomorrow, it will be decided whether America will continue to spiral downwards or have the opportunity to rise again. As the final hours of campaigning wind down, I'm sure everyone has pretty much figured out who they will vote for, and some have even voted already. Though I am not quite old enough to vote (I don't turn 18 until January, grrr), there is a clear choice for the next President of the United States. His name is Mitt Romney.

Over the past 4 years, all the fears I had about Obama's Presidency have come true, with interest. I daily wonder how anyone can still have even the slightest positive opinion about this man, and his clown of a Vice President. While I have not been home in almost 3 years now, it has not been pleasant to watch from a distance while America withers from the inside out. Gas prices have gone up, unemployment has almost doubled, grocery prices have skyrocketed, and the national debt has increased by $6,000,000,000,000 (TRILLION). And still, our President continues to tout that all of this is a sign of economic recovery. What I can't believe is that President Obama believes such outrageous claims, and even more, there are few people who call him on it. Thank God, many of the promises Obama made 4 years ago have not come true, but look where we are. The passing of Obamacare has set us on the road to socialised medicine, many of our allies around the world have been snubbed and offended in numerous ways, and our enemies continue to strengthen while Obama ignores these issues and tells us to relax. Like it or not Mr. President, Al Qaeda is most certainly not dead, and is not on the run! Iran continues its nuclear program unchecked. Obama's 2012 campaign slogan is very appropriate for what is happening. America is moving "forward" off a cliff! It is clear that we need new leadership if we want the USA to survive.

Now on the business of Obamacare, if you look at it closely, it is a tax on the American people, and in the fine print, guess who the list of exceptions includes: government officials, those who can't afford it themselves, and Muslims (whose religion does not allow health insurance). In short, this means that the hardworking taxpayers of America will be paying for each of these people, every time they have a medical situation. Take a broader look at Obamacare as a whole, and it becomes clear that it is well within the boundaries of socialised medicine. Ladies and gentlemen, I have seen socialised medicine, it is not pretty. In the city of Francistown, we have one hospital called Nyangabwe. Each day at Nyangabwe, there are hundreds of visitors. In the emergency room, there is one order: first come, first serve. No matter if you are bleeding out in the waiting room, if a guy with a headache came in first, you will just have to wait. You might see a doctor after an hour on an extremely good day. If you wish to donate blood for a specific person (for example, a relative or friend), that is not allowed, your blood will be used for whoever is waiting in line. If you need to schedule an appointment with a specific doctor, you must wait for hours to be checked in, then wait for several more hours to make an appointment, which is normally at least 3 months down the line. Even with an appointment, there is no guarantee you will get to see your doctor. The government doctors themselves are usually arrogant and think they know everything they need to know. Just one morgue in this city picks up over 30 bodies in an average day. This is socialised medicine. Is this where you want our healthcare system to go? Welcome to Obamacare.

My final point is for our armed forces. We have been the world's strongest fighting force ever since we sent the redcoats packing back to England back around 1780, and we should always be proud of that, but under Obama's administration, the United States military has dwindled, and under proposed budget cuts, will be weakened even more in years to come. It is clear that Obama has very little respect for our armed forces, and has apologised profusely to just about every country we have ever had troops in. The icing on the cake was the President's handling of the 9/11 Benghazi embassy attack, or lack thereof. Obama was not oblivious to what was occurring, and in fact may have watched live drone feeds of the attack while 4 Americans were killed, 2 in the line of duty who ignored orders to stand down and held off the enemy for hours. In the weeks leading up to the attacks, Obama ignored multiple warnings and requests for additional security from both the embassy and the CIA. The US Marines stationed there were ordered to keep their weapons unloaded to avoid increasing tension. Finally, the majority of Obama's administration, possibly even the President himself, watched live feeds as 2 former Navy SEALS, the Ambassador, and the ambassador's aide were killed, and did nothing for the entire duration of the 9 hour attacks. There were 2 Air Force bases less than 1 hour away with AC-130 gunships on deck, ready to intervene. The SEALS had lit up the targets with laser designators. Marines were stationed even closer. We were more than capable of taking action. Still, the Obama administration did nothing. The outcome of these attacks could have been very different, but no, Obama did not wish to risk the outcome of the election by taking action. Finally, Obama (and our Secretary of State) lied to us about what happened, blaming his misinformation on the "fog of war", and saying this was a "spontaneous demonstration". We have evidence that Obama knew within hours that this attack was pre-meditated, even had warnings beforehand, but still lied to America. This man no longer deserves our trust or our loyalty, and may not have in the first place. Bottom line, the President knew what was happening, and did nothing. People died, Obama lied.

I could go on to say that it is clear that Obama has become increasingly arrogant and obviously desperate in his campaign, slandering the opposition, slinging mud at Romney and degrading himself. I could say that Joe Biden is a joke of a Vice President, even more arrogant than Obama, and can't even keep track of which state he is in. I could even say that new democrat-sponsored ads threaten riots and violence if Romney is victorious over Obama, which Obama should be condemning, but is instead remaining silent (are these really the people you want running the country!?!?!?). But I won't, because if I did, this post would become even longer than it already is, and we might be here all day. I will conclude by saying one more thing, who better to lead an economic recovery than a successful businessman who doesn't need the money from being in office, but only wants what is best for America? And who better to help us get back to our moral base than a man who at least has a strong moral background? Romney and I may not agree on the theology, but he is a fine, upstanding, moral man.

God bless the USA, and happy voting!

-(I know it has been 2 months since my last post, I'll try not to do that again. My lame excuse: been really busy with exams. My bad. In light of this, I figure the extra length of this post is forgivable as is encompasses many things I could have said several weeks ago.)

The Anchor Point

Anchored.

 

Ask any archer "What is the most important aspect of archery?" and you will get one of several answers: good form, mental focus and clarity, bow control, or anchor point. While each of these is extremely important to accuracy and consistency, you have noticed that I named this blog “Anchor-Point.” I chose this title because it is arguably the most significant  and also because of the parallels that can be drawn between success on the shooting range and in life. Both require an anchor point and that is something I will explore with you as I share my experiences as an outdoorsman and a follower of Jesus Christ, the ultimate Anchor Point.

 

Let me explain just what the anchor point does. It can be considered the fulcrum of archery. Without a constant anchor point your aim will have no base. Without a base for aim there is no way to guarantee where the arrow will hit the target. A constant anchor point means a constant point of aim which means a predictable favorable outcome; a trophy for the wall and meat for the freezer or the top score in a shooting tournament. You may have the best form (lets pretend an anchor point is not included in form for a minute), the steadiest arm, and the clearest mind, but without a constant anchor point, you will never be consistently accurate and able to enjoy the satisfaction of goals achieved.

 

Before we left for Africa I had the opportunity to be a member of my school archery team which is where I discovered how much I enjoy competing in this sport. I was doing well and placing near the top but there came a point that, suddenly, my accuracy and groupings fell apart. I went from shooting 270-275/300 to shooting 240-250/300, and it stayed that way for over a month. I was exasperated! Over the course of a long weekend I thought about the way I was shooting. My anchor point came to mind. What I hadn’t realized was I had subconsciously shifted my anchor point a fraction of an inch downwards from the very corner of my mouth, which was enough to allow it to drift from shot to shot. I reset my anchor point, and sure enough, on the next round, not only could I feel the difference immediately, but my groupings tightened and my scores began to improve. Lesson learned: always have a solid anchor point.

 

And so it goes in life as well. While there are several factors that contribute to an enjoyable and successful life, having an anchor point is paramount for success. I hope you enjoy this journey with me as I share from my adventures in the great outdoors and my life in Christ, the Anchor Point of my soul.

 

May all your arrows fly straight.

A Morning in the Bush-Part 2

In my last entry I wrote the first part of the story of my warthog hunt. Now, there are always two parts to any hunting story: what happens before the shot, and what happens after the shot. This is the rest of the story.

 

We remained in the blind for about 15 minutes waiting for the adrenaline shakes to subside and took the opportunity to review the footage. Unfortunately, Dad got excited and kept the camera just a bit high so we were unable to see the placement but we were confident in my shot. We left the blind and walked around the waterhole to my arrow, in the process scaring away the impala that had scattered and milled around in the back ground. The arrow was every bit as bloody as it looked from the blind and the leaves around it were spattered with blood. After placing my arrow back in the quiver we began our tracking.

 My arrow, covered with blood.

Now, anyone who has followed a blood trail in the States knows that finding blood is pretty straight-forward if you know what you’re looking for and you know which direction your animal went. There are enough dead leaves and grass, so that, assuming you aren’t tracking through a freshly turned field, blood is fairly obvious. Well, this is Africa, the middle of the dry season. There is hardly any grass, absolutely none on the trails, leaving nothing for blood to land on but fine, dry, red sand. This sand wreaks havoc on blood, turning bright red liquid into caked areas of sand, only identifiable from being recently wet. We searched for over half-an-hour, no blood. As I mentioned before, we failed to carefully watch which direction the hog had taken off in after the shot so had only a general idea of which way he had gone. Eventually, I managed to find one splotch of blood about 75 yards down the trail that had puddled in the sand.

 At this point, we were very confused. My shot placement was good, my bloody arrow was indicative of that, so where was the blood? And, more importantly, where was my warthog?

 Climbing a termite mound to get cell phone reception, we SMS’d (“short message service”  text) the farm manager to let him know I had shot a warthog, then continued the search with a fine-toothed comb between the shot site and the blood spot. Finally, after another 10 minutes, we found one small stick coated in blood. Another 15 yards down the trail, I found a freshly caked patch of sand very much like a large splash of blood would be shaped. After marking these locations, we returned to the blind to wait for the manager. He arrived shortly and we showed him the sign we had found. He confirmed that the spots were, indeed, blood which was a relief to us! Connecting the dots now, we found 2 more spots of blood, and continued along the trail. They were few and far between, but served to keep us on track. Just when we started to wonder if he had turned off, we would find another splotch. Finally, about 100 yards from the shot, I looked to my right from a drop of blood, and there he was, piled up 5 yards from the side of the trail!

 

After the initial excitement of recovering the hog had worn off, we examined the entry and exit points of my arrow. I had made a near-perfect shot, the entry wound in the center of the lower half of the shoulder. Rolling him over, we discovered that my arrow had collided with a bone that had caused it to drastically change course. The arrow to exited in the middle of the ribs on the opposite side, despite the perfectly broadside shot. This trajectory is what caused the sparseness of blood while we were tracking him. The entry and exit holes were not positioned to allow proper draining of the blood, most of which remained inside the hog until we cleaned him.

After taking our pictures, we dragged him back to the vehicle and took down our blind. The other workers could not believe that I had killed the big hog with only a bow.

This hog had definitely been around for a while. In addition to his magnificent tusks, he had many battle scars on his body, as well as several gashes on his hindquarters that had not yet healed. An apparent characteristic of warthogs, he was crawling with ticks.

The real work began at the skinning shed. We skinned him out, and removed the trophy head before taking care of the guts and meat. We were now able to properly analyze the performance of my arrow and bow. The 100-grain Muzzy 3-blade broad-head performed flawlessly, slicing cleanly through the shoulder muscle and some ribs, shredding the left lung, nicking the heart, and clipping the liver before exiting through the center of the right side of the rib cage. My 70-pound draw strength Parker Buck Hunter compound bow delivered the Cabela’s Big Game Hunter arrow quietly, on target, and with more than enough force to propel it cleanly through the tough old warthog. I also used a Trophy Ridge sight, and a 7-inch Octane stabilizer.

Though the scale was broken we determined the cleaned carcass weighed roughly 25-30 kg (55-66 lbs). We then loaded up, settled up, and returned home. Later we took the skin to the taxidermist and were pleased to find out the shoulder mount will be finished within 4 months. In other words, we will get it back before we return to America in December. It will look fantastic on our wall!

All in all, it was an awesome day! Dad and I had several excellent hours in the blind, and finally went home with an awesome trophy that was well worth the wait. I loved every minute of our hunt.

I welcome your comments.

 Until next time, may your arrows stay sharp!

 Success at last!