18 December 2020

I thought that I was being a Grinch this year. I am avoiding as many Christmas things as possible, apart from with the family. I even avoided the Church Christmas pageant. But I want to be in church on Sunday, and I want to go to Christmas eve service somewhere where Christ is proclaimed. Unfortunately, that will not be at the large, mainstream churches in my town. Mundabor is, sadly, correct.

Christmas, here, is about gluttony and spending money you don’t have on gifts. It is about starting the summer holidays.

If you are an observer of the reality around you, you notice how more and more people mention Christmas only in relation to holidays, or parties, or eating too much. Whilst I would still hear, some year ago, the rare reference to, saying, going to church, this has now gone from the conversations I have around me.

Christmas has become the Season To Be Drunk. I hear people complaining that this year, for Christmas, they will not be able to do all sort of things that have nothing whatsoever to do with the reason why Christmas exists in the first place. If you asked a sample if they know what Christmas is, I wonder how many would be able to even answer correctly.

The same happens with the carols. Or, rather, the lack of them. What I hear around is a number of completely commercial, totally unspiritual, actually meant to be totally secular, pop garbage, “all I want for Christmas is you”- style. What utter garbage.

There was, some years ago, a campaing going on, meant to “put Christ in Christmas”. I think it was sponsored by Protestant groups, because I can’t imagine the Church doing something so… so… blatantly homophobic. Nothing this year. I hope it’s virus-related.

This, mind, in a Country in which a heretical variation of Christianity is still (as far as I know) official religion. You would think this ensures the best place at the table. Actually, the contrary is the case. I am by now fairly persuaded that, if the assorted infidels of the Country did not love Christmas so much (they actually do; it makes them feel all fuzzy inside; at least they don’t get drunk so much…), the very Protestant outfit officially in charge would advocate that it is abolished, and hope that people notice they are still alive.

Nor can we, of course, hope that the Evil Clown is of any help. That is the guy I positively expect to declare Christmas racist, in some form or other, this year. I do what I can to counter the movement, but what I can do isn’t really much. We need true priests, bishops, cardinals and popes; not social worker wannabes with horrible secrets.


What we need to recall is that which the current generation mock is the almighty, full of power and glory. They do not know what they are talking about.

Psalm 89:19-26

19 Of old you spoke in a vision to your godly one, and said:
“I have granted help to one who is mighty;
I have exalted one chosen from the people.
20 I have found David, my servant;
with my holy oil I have anointed him,
21 so that my hand shall be established with him;
my arm also shall strengthen him.
22 The enemy shall not outwit him;
the wicked shall not humble him.
23 I will crush his foes before him
and strike down those who hate him.
24 My faithfulness and my steadfast love shall be with him,
and in my name shall his horn be exalted.
25 I will set his hand on the sea
and his right hand on the rivers.
26 He shall cry to me, ‘You are my Father,
my God, and the Rock of my salvation.’

Hebrews 1:5-14

5 For to which of the angels did God ever say,

“You are my Son,
today I have begotten you”?

Or again,

“I will be to him a father,
and he shall be to me a son”?

6 And again, when he brings the firstborn into the world, he says,

“Let all God’s angels worship him.”

7 Of the angels he says,

“He makes his angels winds,
and his ministers a flame of fire.”

8 But of the Son he says,

“Your throne, O God, is for ever and ever,
the sceptre of uprightness is the sceptre of your kingdom.
9 You have loved righteousness and hated wickedness;
therefore God, your God, has anointed you
with the oil of gladness beyond your companions.”

10 And,

“You, Lord, laid the foundation of the earth in the beginning,
and the heavens are the work of your hands;
11 they will perish, but you remain;
they will all wear out like a garment,
12 like a robe you will roll them up,
like a garment they will be changed.[a]
But you are the same,
and your years will have no end.”

13 And to which of the angels has he ever said,

“Sit at my right hand
until I make your enemies a footstool for your feet”?

14 Are they not all ministering spirits sent out to serve for the sake of those who are to inherit salvation?

I’m not Afrikaans, but I know a fair number of that folk who have become refugees in New Zealand from the genocidal policies in South Africa — something our government won’t recognize, because they are aligned with the progressive multiculturalism promoted by the ANC. The Boers were made of strong stuff and they knew the power of God. Facing one of the most successful and warlike tribes in Africa, the Zulu, in 1838 their leader. Pretorius, prayed thusly.

Pretorius’ inspiration, however, was not in the art of war; no, it was the way he forged and fortified the spirit of his men prior to the battle with a covenant made on December 9th and repeated every evening up to the 16th. They not only knelt down to pray, they were also making a solemn vow to our God in Heaven, as Sarel Cilliers, Pretorius’ deputy commandant led the 464 commando pledging these words:

“My brothers and fellow citizens, here we stand in the presence of the Holy God, creator of heaven and earth, to make a vow unto Him, that if His protection shall be with us and He give our enemy into our hand so that we might be victorious over him, that this day and date every year shall be spent as a memorial and a day of thanksgiving, just as a Sabbath is spent and that we shall erect a temple to His honor wherever it will be pleasing to Him and that we shall also instruct our children that they must also share in it, as well as for our generations yet to come. Because the Honor of His name shall thereby be glorified and the glory and honor of the victory shall be given Him. “

The Battle of Blood river was won by the Boers. Yes, colonial history, and there are (or were, before the woke) memorial statues in the city I grew up in for the New Zealanders who fell in the Boer wars. But the covenant was kept.

We are facing another bunch of raders, but these are not bloodthirsty Zulu Impi. They are soyboys and Karens with credentials. What should we do? How do we pick our battles? An Israeali Brother writes on this.


So, my advice will be “PICK YOUR BATTLES“. In this I mean exactly what you think I mean. We all have different views on the world, and everyone has his priorities. One of my top priorities is my kids. I want them to be decent human beings, and that is according to what I (and most of us here) understand and practice. I want them to be ready and happy in a world declining. I strongly believe that they can.

Each of you has his own battle to fight. We all have at least one (or a few) things that actually matter to them. Focus on them and make it count. I invest time in my kids to teach them about the world. I’m extremely proud seeing them resist temptation (e.g. alcohol and toxic friends) and show their character. This is one of my most important duties – having your lineage continue your way of living. AND this is probably the best impact you, as an individual, can have on the world: saving civilisation one family at a time.

There is a battle raging, and it is in part spiritual. The Maexists are playing theri final cards. All will be reveraled. And the West could fall. But the woke don’t procreate.

By brother and sister in Christ, make a new generation, and raise them yourself. Do not let the Karens and miseducated with school diplomas ruin them. Be Godly, pray over them, and teach them.

So they can see, and hear and act. It is a time to again work in the trades and build our own business. The state religion is now pagan and postcolonial. We, however, shall remain in covenant with Christ.