Burn Notre Dame the Rest of the Way Down

Forgive the hyperbole.

I’m sorry…but not.

Initially, the news of Notre Dame’s burning generated little more than mild ambivalence for me. I love history and I love old buildings, not to mention the sheer loss of property, the damage in dollars, well francs anyway.

People’s responses pushed me over the ledge.

     “Praying for Paris.”

          “Praying for Notre Dame.”

And, “We will rebuild!” amid Macron’s defiant pledge to rebuild the historic cathedral within 5 years, though most experts predict it will take at least a decade. Many cathedrals took more than a century to complete.

One thing the effort won’t lack is resources. Before the ashes even cooled, they raised more than $1 billion dollars in donations…for a building. Let that sink in. Less than a week.

I have a much simpler and more cost effective solution.

Burn it the rest of the way down.

Institutionalization of the Body

It’s not so much the dollars (francs), it’s the principle.

Notre Dame epitomizes the institutionalization of the church.

Jesus tells the parable of a mustard seed that grows into a tree, larger than all the garden plants, where birds come and make their nests. (Matthew 13:32-32) The problem is that a mustard seed is only meant to grow into a bush, 9 feet at its highest. A tree is an unnatural growth of the seed…and the birds come and eat the sown seed that is the Gospel of the Lord Jesus.

The church was never meant to be Notre Dame.

I’ll resist a libertarian urge to denounce the actual construction of the building. Although the exact amount is unknown—one study predicted $280,000,000 in adjusted cost—it took nearly 200 years to complete, starting in 1160.

During this same period, the average European could barely survive. Famine, disease, rampant illiteracy, and dire economic prospects were the norm. Amid this squalor, the church constructed no less than 1400 Gothic cathedrals in the Paris Basin alone, an estimated 21% of the GDP…on cathedrals.

Ignore this though, the poor stewardship of God’s resources.

In Notre Dame, we see the culmination of process, the rendering of the faith into a procedure. This is what men do, slander the grace of the Lord Jesus in such a manner.

Notre Dame represents the unattainability of the faith for the commoner, the purported denial of grace but by the hand of the church as administered by the hierarchy.

Deny common men the word of God. Speak only Latin as the average man could never understand Scripture anyway. Restrict them to grace via the sacraments, administered exclusively by the church of course. Confuse them with rites and rituals, deemed necessary by a superior authority. Leverage grief for deceased loved ones in generating revenue. Leverage guilt for base lusts and sell indulgences, generating further revenue.

Build more cathedrals. Simple.

Effective.

Lucrative.

I find it highly appropriate that 700 years later, Napoleon Bonaparte chose Notre Dame as the sight for his coronation, validating the sacralistic blend of church and government.

Today, European cathedrals sit as white-washed tombs, beautiful and ornate on the outside, dead and decaying on the inside. The European church wilts under secularism, postmodernism, progressivism and several other -isms I’ve forgotten to mention. The cathedral is the tombstone for a dying European church.

Also highly appropriate—nearly 20 million pilgrims (tourists) visit Notre Dame each year. With not so subtle irony, tourism supplanted church business in generating revenue, a reality for countless other European churches and cathedrals. Hundreds of others are rubbled each year due to lack of interest.

Lest you think the west or even Protestantism is immune to such institutionalization, have you taken a look at the western church lately and the gaping fissure.

Many of the traditional denominations cling to Romanesque rites and rituals, immersing the attender in processes and confirmations and other extra-biblical proceedings. For others, the Walmart effect is in full force. Build it bigger and better with a great coffee shop, awesome children and youth programs, and entertaining worship services.

The evidence that it’s not working…is that it’s not working. Each subsequent American generation is more unchurched than the previous. Generation Z will supplant the Millennials as the most unchurched American generation in history.

Veneration of the Worthless

“What about the crown of thorns!?” someone pleaded.

     Huh?

Institutionalization generates wealth; idolatry is a by-product.

The church pushes the worship of numerous competing things to include, but not limited to, Mary, men (saints, sigh), relics, tradition, and celebrity pastors (ouch).

Notre Dame housed the famed crown of thorns. Gifted to Louis IX, King of France, in 1238, it found its home in Notre Dame following the French Revolution in 1801. A twisted circlet of Juncus balticus rushes, the crown is protected and contained by a special glass tube.

On the first Friday of each month, they wheel it out for a special veneration mass, as well as each Friday during Lent. There you can wait in line to kneel and kiss the thorns in reverence, well, the glass tube around the thorns anyway, after an attending official has dutifully wiped the glass with a sanitizing napkin. Piety is no excuse for bacterial recklessness.

In case you weren’t paying attention, this is the actual crown of thorns that Roman soldiers fashioned and smashed unceremoniously onto the head of Christ, mocking Him as the King of the Jews. Hmmm.

Erasmus once quipped that there were enough pieces of the crown around, all demanding veneration, that they could fill a merchant ship. That’s quite a crown.

Thank God a French chaplain saved it from the fire.

We ought to use it as kindling to restart the fire.

Veneration is characterized by reverence. The Bible is quite clear in that we worship or venerate one thing and one thing only, the LORD our God. Angels refuse worship. The Apostles refused worship.

Let us suppose for a second, a brief one, that this actually is the crown of thorns from the head of Christ…so what? It’s a plant, an inanimate object. The Bible gives no basis for the worship or reverence of anything other than God Himself.

As a Christian, indwelt of the Holy Spirit, I have Christ. Period.

I have no need nor mandate to worship another.

“This is holy ground,” argued a priest in speaking of Notre Dame. Really? Says who? What makes it holy?

Is it more holy than the basement house church in China? Is it more holy than the rural assembly in southern Illinois or Liberia? Is it more holy than the living room where a man sits and quietly teaches his sons about Jesus?

One woman even claimed to see Jesus in the flames. Good grief.

Will our desire for veneration outside of Christ ever end?

Response of the Believer

We ought to grieve.

In Notre Dame, we ought to grieve for the institutionalization of the Church. We ought to grieve at the veneration of that which is worthless, the idolatry.

In our grief, we ought to repent. We ought to examine ourselves and see if we ourselves venerate another, if we harbor an idol, if we slander the grace of the risen Lord Jesus with process and ritual.

Let us burn this affront to a holy and righteous God to the ground…

…salt the ground while we’re at it.

Bradford Smith

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Do Good, Go to Hell…the Message of the Modern Western Church

I had a conversation with a man the other day.

This man faithfully attends church every Sunday and has for decades. He participates. He plays in the worship band. He attends Sunday school.

This man could not articulate the Gospel of the Lord Jesus Christ.

“I try to do good,” he offered, “and the longer I’ve attended, the better I’ve been, the better it’s been for me.”

This man works, hard. He helped build a new sanctuary. He delivers meals to shut-in members. He stocks the food pantry. Whenever a helping hand is needed, he is there. He gives, generously. He went on a mission trip to Haiti.

“Do you know the Lord Jesus,” I asked.

“You know, I don’t think that I do,” he admitted.

Another man confessed to me, “I just want to do what’s right and teach my kids to do what’s right.” The idea that all sin condemns equally was foreign to him, total depravity a strange concept. Interestingly, his pastor agreed, telling him, “no one is as good as they think or as bad as they think.”

I sometimes wonder if some pastors ever actually read the Bible.

These statements, these thought patterns, epitomize the theology of much of the western church, a theology firmly rooted in the pride of men.

New Pride/Old Pride

We’ve institutionalized works and concealed it beneath a veneer of ritual, draping it with religiosity and Jesus-language. It’s nothing new.

When Constantine co-opted the church and blended it with the government, he doomed the institution to millennia of impotence. The theology of works, the religion of the Pharisees, proliferated giving rise to such perversions as infused righteousness, the elevation of church tradition, and the cursed doctrine of papal infallibility.

The Reformers rightly fought against this false gospel. Ironically, many of the faith traditions spawned by the Reformation did not fall too far from the Roman tree.

I grew up in one of these traditions. I attended church regularly. I was a moral and upstanding citizen. As a teenager, I attended a series of classes and through the process of Confirmation, was declared a member in good standing of the church.

I did.

Ticket punched.

I’d have split the gates of hell wide open. I had no idea who the Lord Jesus was and more urgently, He didn’t know me.

I lived enslaved to my sin for another two decades.

Hollow Message

“Do Good” is a meaningless message.

What’s the point of religion?

To make you a good person, one who does good things. The average American would unfortunately agree with this sentiment.

“Do good”, is a hollow message, worthless and empty. It does not resonate or inspire. A thousand secular organizations echo this same sentiment. A thousand secular institutions urge their people to do exactly this. Atheists picked up on it asserting that you can, “Be good without God.” And indeed, you can, depending upon what you mean.

Doing “good” does not require God.

“Do good,” is a message that does not save.

“Do good,” is a message of damnation.

It’s not the Gospel, not even close. It’s the antithesis of the Gospel. It’s a false gospel that Jesus came to destroy. He reserved his harshest condemnation for those who do exactly this, seek to earn the favor of God by their religious works and good deeds.

And it’s the message of the modern, western church.

Hollow Church

How could a man sit under the preaching of a series of ministers, sit under the ministry of the same church for years on end, and not know the Gospel message? I could understand if he had not yet been saved, but had he never even heard it?

We lament the fall of the church from prominence in the west. The church long-ago ceded its place of authority. It’s been neutered, rendered obsolete and irrelevant to the life of the vast majority of Americans.

The American church is a caricature.

The American church is not surprising.

How could a church that institutionalized and proliferates numerous false gospels—prosperity gospel, liberation theology, the white empowerment gospel, and here, the gospel of works—how could such a church accomplish all that God intends for her? It cannot. It never will.

It’s filled with people who are not saved, people bound for eternal conscious torment in hell, people who believe in a false Jesus, who put their trust in a false gospel.

I was there. I don’t recall ever hearing the Gospel of the risen Lord Jesus. I’ll acknowledge that in the blindness of my sin, the hardness of my heart, it is possible that they preached the message and that I had no ears to ear. It’s possible.

But you’d think that over the course of say 10 years, something would’ve stuck.

I’ll caveat that it’s not always cut-and-dried. I’m sure in many of these churches, Christ is preached. It’s just buried beneath layers of tradition and ritual, rites and processes. And men cling to process because process frees me from the discomfort that the Gospel inevitably yields.

The Gospel offends, it’s the most offensive message ever, and if I can avoid it by yielding to rights-of-passage and rituals masquerading as the real thing, then so be it.

I’m sure I can find a church that’ll allow me this.

An Angry Message

I was angry. I called this man’s pastor in frustration.

I wanted to know if he was preaching the Gospel. I wanted to know if his church preached Christ and Him crucified. I wanted to know if the false gospel of works was taught in his church. I didn’t ask any of these things.

Instead, I expressed my concern for this man, that he was a nominal believer. The pastor agreed to check on him specifically and ask him some questions concerning eternity. As his church numbered over 2,000—don’t get me started—he obviously had no way of knowing the eternal status of all of his congregants.

Sadness replaced anger.

How many of the 2,000 were in a similar condition? As the vast majority of Americans profess Christianity and the vast majority of Americans likewise do not exhibit even the most basic fruit of salvation like say…sporadic church attendance, the problem is evident.

We’ve filled our church pews with false converts and I can think of few things more tragic. Imagine the horror of many on that day…

“I did things. I helped at church. I attended pretty regularly. I donated some money…I went to class. I was confirmed into the church. I’m a good person. They said I was good to go!”

“Depart from me, I never knew you,” the tragic words of our Lord and Savior.

The Message…no, not that one

The Gospel confronted me. It shocked me.

January of 2005, I walked into a friends church and heard the Gospel for the very first time.

The things that this preacher said stunned me, astonished truly. This man preached the Gospel in all of its power, with all of its authority, with all of its teeth. He held nothing back. I’d never heard anything like it.

For the very first time, I was confronted with my sin and the worthlessness of my own self-righteousness. For the very first time, I understood that I deserved nothing of my own merit other than condemnation in a place called Hell. For the very first time, I heard that my works, my baptism, my morality, would all fall woefully short in justifying me before a holy and righteous God.

And then, I heard about Jesus, the Savior and His atoning sacrifice on the cross.

I heard the message that told me, I didn’t need a priest, I didn’t need a ritual or even a church. All that was required of me was repentance, to confess with my mouth that Jesus is Lord and to believe in my heart that God raised Him from the dead.

After several weeks of resisting the grace offered, I crumbled.

I went forward, found a little old man, and fell to my knees with him and prayed, “Lord, I am a sinner, save me.”

If you’ve never been saved, never surrendered your life to Christ in willing submission and acknowledgement of your own helplessness, would you do that today? Forsake your works, forsake your righteousness. They won’t save you…but I know one who will.

Bradford Smith

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The Fetus is the new N-word

Say it.

You can’t, can you?

Maybe you’re a racist and have no problem saying it.

I cannot hardly type it. I definitely cannot say it. I stood alone before my desk and made myself try to say it. Is there an uglier word than the N-word?

Perhaps the C-word, but even that word, though intensely vulgar and uncouth, lacks the connotation of the N-word. What is it about a word, a mere assembly of letters, four consonants, two vowels, two syllables?

Language means something. The N-word means something.

Derived from the innocuous Latin word niger meaning, literally, black, it evolved into negro, the Spanish and Portuguese word for black. It first appeared in Merriam-Webster in 1864 as a synonym for negro with a note indicating “derision or depreciation”. Forever more it possessed a negative connotation.

Whoever penned ‘Sticks and Stones’ must have never heard the N-word.

The N-word stands symbolic of a shameful and hopefully dead or dying chapter in our nation’s history. Today there is a new N-word on the block, another group that is the new black, as well as the old black, ironically enough.

Let us talk about the most oppressed group in America—the unborn—and the language that makes this possible.

Language facilitates dehumanization.

Growing up in the south, I heard the N-word a lot, always in a certain context, and always with certain associated trappings. You know what I’m talking about.

To this day, I remember the redneck chick from high school, sporting the American by birth, Southern by the Grace of God t-shirt emblazoned with rebel flags, and her definitive statement, “I don’t have a problem with N-words, I think everybody should own one.”

Clearly, she was taught this, along with the enabling verbiage.

Would she have the same attitude absent the appropriate dehumanizing language?

The laundry list of dehumanizing terms for the black race was the grease on the skids, not the catalyst but the collaborator of oppression. We didn’t buy and sell men. We didn’t whip and chain women. We didn’t lynch people. We bought and sold and lynched Spooks, Darkies, and of course, N-words.

It is this connotation, this collective memory, that taints the N-word, rendering it unspeakable, except for in a few specific cultural contexts.

Language is powerful.

This is not a new concept.

As nations and armies came to grips with man’s inherent reluctance to killing his fellow man, they were forced to overcome this psychological(spiritual) resistance. Dehumanization is but one means to this end.

Though I’ve never killed a father or a son, a husband or a brother.

Maybe I’ve killed a Raghead.

During World War Two, we fought Krauts and Japs or Nips. In Korea, we killed Zipperheads. In Vietnam, we fought Gooks or Slopes. Today we fight Terrorists or Haji. Language facilitates conditioning.

If I can demean your enemy, make you think him less than human, then I can make it more likely you’ll engage to kill. Lest you think this trickery is confined to us imperialists in the west, our current enemies battle Zionists or Crusaders or even Kufr (Infidels).

Has anything changed the world more than the spoken word, with the ability to communicate ideas, motivate men, or inspire movements? In the same way, a continuous linguistic barrage degrading the essence of a group’s humanity has no choice but to register an effect.

Black oppression and language share a sordid cohabitation. A new cohabitation emerged from recent decades.

Language facilitates abortion.

The abortion industry rests on a mountain of untruth.

I could never kill a baby. Of course not.

Years ago, I paid my then-girlfriend to get an abortion (thankfully she didn’t go through with it).

We had a problem and I needed her to take care of the problem. I was perfectly willing to view the problem in vague terms, terms that made me comfortable in taking care of the problem, because to not take care of the problem presented me with even more of a problem, primarily the loss of my livelihood as I saw it.

The untruth that many have convinced themselves of, that we’ve impressed into the minds of millions of victimized women, is the absence of humanity in the womb.

Language is the vehicle. Let’s couch this living, sentient human being in the coldest, most sterile and medical-sounding terminology possible.

It’s a zygote.

A fetus.

A clump of cells.

Maybe not too different from a polyp or a cyst.

The language denies the humanity rendering it acceptable to remove.

“I had a procedure to remove a zygote,” sounds infinitely better than, “I paid a man to rip my unborn baby to shreds with a pair of scissors.” For many, denying the humanity is the only acceptable means of alleviating the guilt of the procedure but deep down…

They know. Of course they know, or perhaps they come to realize at a certain point.

Millions of women bear the burden of having facilitated the murder of their defenseless child while convincing themselves or allowing themselves to be convinced of the lie of medical appropriateness. I cannot imagine the horror as they come to terms with this reality.

The most intellectually honest pro-abortion advocates agree with science and acknowledge the humanity of the unborn. They just make the dreadful but decidedly logical leap that the mother’s humanity and rights supersede that of the unborn.

But for a multitude, it’s a denial of humanity that facilitates the slaughter under the oft-repeated slogan, “My body, My choice.” As a clump of cells, a zygote, a fetus, but not a person, the slogan makes perfect sense.

It’s no coincidence that when a mother, possessing all of the untaught love for her child that cannot be explained away, views an ultrasound of her unborn child, of the fetus, she will almost certainly NOT go through with an abortion. The ultrasound defies the language.

It’s a clump of cells. Hear the heartbeat.

It’s a zygote. See the fingers and toes.

It’s a fetus. It’s sucking its thumb!

No sane and undeceived woman would willingly slaughter her baby. As such, let us call things as they are, no matter how uncomfortable it makes us feel.

Language reminds us.

The fetus is just the new N-word on the block.

But really, it’s not. It’s all the same thing. As much as the unborn supplanted the black race at the pinnacle of American oppression, they actually didn’t. 

Is there still a race issue in America? Look no further than the fetus to answer that question. No issue epitomizes black oppression more than the oppression of the unborn as abortion IS a racial issue.

Fetus, zygote, clump of cellsspook, darkie, N-word.

Sadly, they’re the same more often than not.

Episodically, more black babies are aborted in New York City than born alive. Black women make up a hugely disproportionate number of women who have abortions. Planned Parenthood targets black neighborhoods which is not surprising. Its founder, Margaret Sanger, was a eugenist, one who advocated for the culling of the black race through controlled breeding (abortion) to the betterment of collective society.

We see, in abortion, the tragic marrying of language and murder, the perfect blend of verbiage and deception. The unborn is the not-so-new black. The fetus is the not-so-new N-word.

I pray for a day when we forsake the F-word in much the same way we eschew the N-word today.

I pray for a day when our language would align with justice. Until then…

Repent—the only adequate language I can find in response.

Bradford Smith

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   Janice S. Garey  

The call that sounds for the incredible need of emotionally and physically abandoned and orphaned children and one that when answered manifests the love of Christ.

  Anne Rightler

This book is a must read for anyone affected in any way by addictions. So many of the situations in this book seem hopeless, but as Brad so clearly points out, Christ is the solution and the only hope of man. As long as there is breath, there is hope!

  Scott Doherty

In Scourge, Brad offers us more than cold statistics or a cautionary tale. Instead, he offers us the solution - faith backed by action - to overcome this insidious problem Insightful and provocative, Scourge is a warning flag, guide post and rally to hope for all of us.

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Nursing Homes and Daycare—Icons of Collective Neglect

I’ve got a lot to do.

I have much to accomplish, many places to go, lots of business to conduct.

I really don’t have much time for distractions.

Kids? We have daycare.

Old people? Well, you know.

Our nation worships youth.

Our nation worships beauty, well, youthful beauty.

Consider the extreme lengths to which we go, to prolong life, to defer aging. We diet. We exercise, good things, mind you. We developed a cottage industry revolving around retaining a youthful appearance. Gimmicks and fads, creams and lotions, wraps and other accoutrements, all to tighten and tone, lift and smooth…in other words, make you look younger.

Some folks butcher themselves with plastic surgery in a futile attempt to retain a semblance of youth.

“Why you haven’t aged since college!” the pinnacle of complements.

Old is bad, something to be avoided and resisted.

Our nation neglects our parents.

My wife is unique in more than few ways.

She is a great nurse and loves old people, and they love her. She has almost always worked in a nursing home where she treats the residents with dignity and respect, as if they have value. And they respond. Even the most crotchety old buzzard inevitably comes to lighten up when she brings his meds.

She often comes home in tears.

“My little man is dying,” she confessed the other morning. Death is a part of life and certainly a part of any medical profession, but the nursing home thrusts death to the forefront. No one gets better and leaves a nursing home.

I’ll make the concession here. Obviously medical situations exist that require professional care just like life situations exist that demand daycare (I see you single mothers). But in general:

A nursing home is where we put our old people to die unobtrusively.

They all die. Most of them die alone.

Many are on hospice but even for the ones who are not, death lurks in the corner. It’s like a waiting room for eternity, eternal glory or eternal suffering and the norm seems to be loneliness…and fear. Maybe a family member will show up toward the end, but most make the sad, lonely march to death in utter solitude and often with much trembling.

Ami’s little man died a few days later (she wasn’t on duty), alone in his room, gasping for breath, calling out for help. He was a father, and a husband, and he walked to his grave for years completely alone…

…not hindering anyone. 

Our nation worships ourselves.

Old people get in the way. Kids too.

They are inconvenient, so we invented daycares and nursing homes to safely squirrel them away so that I may live unimpeded.

This is the sad reality, sad and harsh. 

I could never accomplish all of my professional objectives if I had to care for my aging father. I could never do all of the things I want to do if I’m stuck tending to my elderly parents. I just would not be happy if I had to alter my life in any way to account for them.

And it’s not like they won’t be taken care of.

The nursing homes are nice enough. They have a professional staff. It’s a five-star facility, each star ratcheting down my guilt a notch until it’s tolerable. As a matter of fact, they’ll get better care than I could ever give them!

It’s for the best. It’s what they would want.

As an aside, did you know that Adolf Hitler cared for his dying mother at home in her battle against breast cancer. Her Jewish doctor remarked, “I have never seen anyone so prostrate with grief as Adolf Hitler,” over her death.

I guess it should not surprise us that a nation so quick to allow strangers to raise our children would just as quickly allow strangers to accompany our parents to their death.

Our nation rejects the Commandment.

Interestingly, the Fifth commandment stands unique amongst the Ten.

Honor your father and your mother

…Okay, we’ve heard this before, but the rest…

that your days may be long in the land that the LORD your God is giving to you. (Exodus 20:12)

This commandment is the only one of the Ten Commandments to offer an outcome. I could infer a righteous outcome from obedience to the others but God plainly says, honor your parents so that you may prosper. It’s conditional.

What does it mean to honor your mother and father?

I’ll leave the specifics of that to the individual conviction of the Holy Spirit upon the hearts of His people. We value them. We esteem them. We consider them. We recognize that, at a minimum, they gave us life.

Notice God gives no caveat for worth. He does not say, honor them if they are good parents. He does not say, honor them if they honor you. He doesn’t even say, honor them if they are godly. Only, honor them.

Notice He gives no caveat for time. Honor them, not, honor them until you grow up and figure everything out on your own. Honor them until you no longer need them. Honor them until they become old and irrelevant or until you are too busy to honor them.

Honor them.

God commands it. They deserve it. They are entitled to it.

And the endstate…prosperity. You will live long in the land.

My family’s neglect.

I wish I would’ve known my grandmother. I mean, really known her. I knew her as a young boy. She even beat me with a flyswatter once when I gave her the finger, not really knowing what it meant, but I never really knew her.

She was a good, godly woman who literally gave away everything she had, consistently. So generous was her heart, you couldn’t give her anything without her giving it to another. She loved the Lord Jesus and her family.

Yet, in the transience of American life, my family moved away from her, to another state for my father’s job. We prospered in the new state. My father made better money. Our family did well and quite frankly, we moved on without her. 

We just had no place for her in our new life. She was too old to move, to entrenched where she was. Ashamedly, we even mocked her a bit for being a packrat, for living in poverty unnecessarily. We prospered. She wilted.

She died just a few years after we moved.

I feel as if we missed out on something important.

Why did she give everything away? Why was she content with so little? I would’ve loved to have learned from her. As I came to faith in Christ, we could have shared our faith. We could have laughed about the time I gave her the finger.

I wonder if our family’s reluctance to honor her contributed to our falling away from the church, and the godlessness that pervaded the early years of my life.

Clearly, I was not dwelling long in the land.

A different way.

Nursing homes represent pervasive self-centeredness. This is the bottom line.

It doesn’t have to be this way.

Let us look to the legions of old people dying alone and repent. Let us see them with dignity and respect, with value and worth. Let us see them as our fathers, as our mothers and let us go to them.

Let us seek them out and listen to them. Let us glean from them the decades of wisdom, the lifetime of experience. For those no longer cognizant, let us lavish love upon them all the way to the grave.

As my parents age, I know that one day I’ll be confronted with a decision. I’ve already made a vow. My wife, lover of old people, wouldn’t have it any other way.

That our nation would make a similar vow.

Bradford Smith

Bradford Smith

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Soldier, Pastor, Author – Bradford stays busy, with his wife Ami, raising their 9 children, serving the nation, pastoring, preaching, and writing books (#3 is due out October ’17).

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This is a powerful read in a small book. The subtitle hits the mark with its description of, "A Biblical Treatise on Adoption." The author poses a challenge to the reader to stop reading the book upfront if the reader does not want to be moved to action.

   Janice S. Garey  

The call that sounds for the incredible need of emotionally and physically abandoned and orphaned children and one that when answered manifests the love of Christ.

  Anne Rightler

This book is a must read for anyone affected in any way by addictions. So many of the situations in this book seem hopeless, but as Brad so clearly points out, Christ is the solution and the only hope of man. As long as there is breath, there is hope!

  Scott Doherty

In Scourge, Brad offers us more than cold statistics or a cautionary tale. Instead, he offers us the solution - faith backed by action - to overcome this insidious problem Insightful and provocative, Scourge is a warning flag, guide post and rally to hope for all of us.

 Chad Chasteen

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It’s a Shame that Adoption Costs so Much

One among many.

I know. Trust me. I’ve heard it. I’ve said it.

You’re not at the right place in life right now.

You don’t feel called to do this.

You’re family won’t adjust.

You just can’t.

It’s too hard.

It’s too much.

It’s a scary.

Believe me. I’ve said, felt, and thought all of these things at varying points in time. As less than 5% of Christians ever adopt and 3% of all adults, reasons abound.

                                                It costs too much!

At last! The golden BB, the magic bullet of logic and pragmatism that gets you off the hook.

I would love to but…I just cannot afford it. There’s no way. Just not possible. If you only knew how much my mortgage and car payment(s) were alone…and then there’s my cable bill…and wait…my vacation trip to the beach and…our bonus room needs a new flat screen…

Adoption costs way more than $40,000.

I’ll concede. Adoption can cost a pretty penny.

Domestic adoption through a private agency can range upward of $15,000. Start going international and the price tag skyrockets, tens of thousands of dollars. Unscrupulous agencies and corrupt facilitators line their pockets at the expense of orphaned children and families seeking to adopt.

A family from our church adopted two little boys from India. We held fundraisers. People pitched in, donated. There was a benefit concert. They sold t-shirts. The mother made repeated trips to India to wade through the red tape and corruption. After months of heartache, tears, uncertainty, struggle and tens of thousands of dollars, they brought the boys home.

Amen. Glory, hallelujah.

Now the real cost starts.

A typical vaginal birth in a hospital without complications costs about $3,000. Would you then say that the cost of having a child is $3,000? Well, in one sense, yes. But only a fool would not understand that this is only the start-up cost.

According to the USDA, the average family will spend $233,000 raising a child through the age of 18, not including the cost of college tuition. A $40,000 adoption is roughly 17% of the cost of raising a child to adulthood.

Adoption cost us way more than money. Fathering has been one of the most challenging and rewarding things I’ve done. How do I put a price upon the love of my sons, the affections of my daughters? How could I cost-compare the highs and lows, the anguish and the triumph.

Adoption is harder than $40,000.

Our family has been forever changed by adoption. We’ve shed $40,000 worth of tears. We’ve reveled in $40,000 worth of laughter, lost $40,000 worth of sleep. We’ve basked in $40,000 worth of love. God has literally rewoven the fabric of our existence in the crucible of adoption.

Could I low-ball that?

$40k seems like a bargain.

Back to the hospital and the complication-free delivery for $3,000. What if there were complications? At what point do you pull the plug? Would a C-section for $4,500 be too much? Other complications may drive the cost toward $7000. How much is too much?

What would you pay to deliver the child, your son or your daughter, into your care?

Oh, that’s right.

You have insurance so it doesn’t cost you…anything…

Is all this really necessary?

Two things, three really.

1) We live in literally, the wealthiest nation in the history of the entire Universe. Over the last forty years, the average American home has nearly doubled in size as the average American family has shrunk by an entire person.

Allow me to translate. Our homes have become more and more palatial as our families have shrunk. We have bonus rooms, multiple vehicles. We take expensive vacations. We throw away thousands of dollars worth of food. Our poor people would be relatively rich in many other nations.

Is cost really the issue?

2) You cannot put a price tag on life. It’s a bargain at any cost.

Children desperately need a forever family. They desperately need a godly father to bring them up in the way of the Lord. Apart from adoption, kids with no family struggle severely in life. Pick an affliction and they suffer it disproportionately.

For the sake of some dollars, which are readily available, we can show the love of Christ to them through adoption.

3) Don’t you sacrifice for what you love?

I loved a motorcycle once. I set my heart upon having the baddest chopper around so I sold my ‘89 Harley Sportster, my van, and maxed out three credit cards in having a custom, one-of-a-kind, hardtail scooter put together.

I suffered.

It took me nearly a decade to pay off my debts. For years, I lived paycheck to paycheck as I desperately sought to buy down this mountain of debt. But I loved that motorcycle…until I sold it from lack of use.

For those we love, we sacrifice. Right?

It’s crap.

I’ll go ahead and answer the question for you. None of this is even necessary.

Our will, not our wealth.

It’s not about wealth.

If God has called the believer to adopt—spoiler alert: He has—then He will provide the means for them to walk that path.

Our money does not buy us a child. It buys us a choice.

Most people approach adoption with trepidation, including yours truly. We know it’s right. At some point, we know it’s prescribed, that the presence of children without homes is a shame upon the Church and so we cautiously move to adoption.

How do I maintain the fragility of my existence? How do I preserve my quality of life and the delicate balance of my family?

How do I simultaneously pursue that which will definitely change my life, without it changing my life too much?

We’ll take a healthy, baby boy— black is preferable, but brown will work too. He can have some physical limitations, but not too many. We’d also take a healthy girl between the ages of 5 and 7. I don’t want to upset the birth order or force anyone to share a room.

My cash buys me a choice.

It’s not about wealth, it’s about the will.

The idea of expensive adoptions ignores the existence of thousands of foster kids in desperate need of a home, many available for adoption immediately, practically for free.

My hats off to anyone who fosters or adopts. Anyone. I pray the Lord’s hand of blessing upon you all.

If God calls you to adopt from a foreign country, then go, by all means. I praise God for your obedience in surrendering to this call. I thank Him for those willing and able to spend $40,000 to find a child in a faraway country and raise them as their own. Glory, hallelujah.

I seek to address those for whom cost is a limitation, an excuse really.

Maybe you cannot afford that adorable little Chinese girl or those twin boys from Uganda. Right next door, here in your city, there are literally hundreds of kids dying without a father, dying without a family. Did you know this?

They lack the wow factor. They won’t generate ‘oohs’ and ‘aahs’. They won’t fit into the neat reality of your existence.

They will shatter your boundaries, destroy your barriers. They will force you far past comfort and into the realms of the unreasonable…and they won’t cost you a dime, relatively speaking.

If cost is the issue, is it really about the kid, or is it about us? The tragedy of expensive adoptions is that it reveals the hearts of men.

Leave it to American Christians to bastardize such a God-ordained institution as adoption. Let us repent for this grave oversight.

Bradford Smith

Bradford Smith

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Soldier, Pastor, Author – Bradford stays busy, with his wife Ami, raising their 9 children, serving the nation, pastoring, preaching, and writing books (#3 is due out October ’17).

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This is a powerful read in a small book. The subtitle hits the mark with its description of, "A Biblical Treatise on Adoption." The author poses a challenge to the reader to stop reading the book upfront if the reader does not want to be moved to action.

   Janice S. Garey  

The call that sounds for the incredible need of emotionally and physically abandoned and orphaned children and one that when answered manifests the love of Christ.

  Anne Rightler

This book is a must read for anyone affected in any way by addictions. So many of the situations in this book seem hopeless, but as Brad so clearly points out, Christ is the solution and the only hope of man. As long as there is breath, there is hope!

  Scott Doherty

In Scourge, Brad offers us more than cold statistics or a cautionary tale. Instead, he offers us the solution - faith backed by action - to overcome this insidious problem Insightful and provocative, Scourge is a warning flag, guide post and rally to hope for all of us.

 Chad Chasteen

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Abortion and the Taliban…Checkers and Chess

How do you best kill the Taliban?

Upstream, that’s how.

Let’s see if I can explain.

For nearly two decades, we engaged the Taliban on the battlefield with stunning success. In virtually every engagement, coalition troops prevail. Usually, it’s a slaughter. I can think of only a handful of tactical engagements won by the Taliban.

Yet, they stand poised to eject us from Afghanistan with control over large swaths of the countryside. Outside the capital and the few cities, the Taliban are the power-brokers.

After 19 years and over 2,000 American soldiers dead, the United States finds itself embroiled in a strategic quagmire from which we may not extract ourselves or the whole thing likely falls apart.

Each year, we bleed out just a little bit more.

How could this be?

Checkers. We’re playing checkers.

Just like the church.

Don’t get me wrong.

Checkers is a fun game, valuable to an extent. When your opponent plays chess though…

Pro-life advocates declared February 23rd of this year, a Day of Mourning. In response to the recent and radical New York abortion law, the website instructs us to wear black, not shop, close businesses, and repent for abortion. Albany, New York will host a rally/meeting/worship service with a host of notable pro-life speakers.

On January 18th, tens of thousands of pro-life warriors braved the cold streets of our nation’s capital in protest of the evil of abortion. This is the 46th annual iteration. Vice President Mike Pence and a host of conservative leaders attended this year’s event. President Trump attended last year.

Though large and dramatic, these are tactical engagements. Like any tactical engagement, if not supported by sound strategy, the engagement fails to yield long-term results.

And, in a way, these are the large-scale equivalent of me arguing with my pro-choice cousin on social media.

I’m not too sure about their productivity, even on the tactical level. I acknowledge the efficacy of compelling our political leaders to pen pro-life legislation and nominate pro-life judicial members.

But this is about hearts and minds, like any counter-insurgency.

Has a single heart or mind been changed by demonstrations?

Building pregnancy centers is a step toward strategy, toward chess. What if, next to every single Planned Parenthood, was a crisis pregnancy center that offered every service, but abortion? Once a woman views her baby on an ultrasound, once she sees it’s personhood, she is much less likely to go through with an abortion.

Our city has a crisis pregnancy center with a great ministry.

Adopt.

Okay, now we’re getting somewhere. Parcheesi maybe.

What if we could tell every woman in a crisis pregnancy, “Don’t abort, please. We’ll raise your child in a loving home.” I choose to believe that most women do not want to have an abortion, but in many cases, feel they do not have an option.

The church ought to be elbowing one another out of the way to adopt available children. The existence of unwanted children is itself, an indictment of the church.

We never get this far. It’s too hard, requires too much of us.

We’re stuck in confronting the issue head-on with protests and marches and rallies and moaning and arguing on social media, slandering those who live blinded by their sin.

Meanwhile, the enemy busily destroys the nuclear family, drives a wedge between men and women, even going so far as to destroy the very idea of men and women, blurring the lines until the are unrecognizable.

And his agents of destruction are legions of unwitting men who stand idle as their sons grow into godlessness.

But, what if we played chess?

Like with the Taliban.

I’ll not deny the efficacy of shooting the Taliban in the face wherever you can.

We can build the world’s most sophisticated military machine to ensure that the trigger-puller is in the exact right place at the exact right time to squeeze the trigger and propel the 7.62 round into the skull of said Taliban.

The problem…he’s got brothers, and a father, and uncles, and friends…i.e. the Taliban.

Checkers.

Let’s work upstream.

What if he was never there in the first place? Let us dispatch him before he ever sets foot on the battlefield, perhaps walking out his door in the morning, or sleeping in his bed at night.

Let’s give him options, an education. Let us dangle the allure of financial prosperity before him, the hope of a better future for him and his family, a desire common to all men.

Further upstream, let us raze the Pakistani madrassa that taught him the Koran and to hate America. Let us coerce Pakistan to raze all their madrassas. Imprison the fundamental clerics. What if we westernized his homeland to the greatest extent possible, immersing him in the seductiveness of secularism, confusing him, undermining his Islamic faith which drives his zeal.

What if we fervently prayed for the Gospel to penetrate Muslim lands and for the Lord to raise up missionaries to go, and to make disciples? What if we went ourselves?

Check.

Abortion and Chess

Abortion will never end as godlessness proliferates.

Revival is the answer to abortion and I’m not talking a scheduled tent revival with open-air preaching. I’m talking real revival found in the serious commitment of men making disciples of their sons.

You want to end abortion?

Men, let us teach our sons to follow the Lord Jesus Christ.

It’s that simple.

Do the other things. Protest. Legislate. Inform. Rally. Resist. Build. Adopt. All of it. But apart from the engagement of godly men discipling their sons, these are but band-aids on a gushing hemorrhage.

Abortion is a symptom. Treating symptoms is okay as long as we treat the source of the illness. The source of the illness is godlessness, and as each generation becomes increasingly godless, abortion will proliferate.

Consider a generation of young men, of young Christ-followers and what the Lord would accomplish through them.

These young men would cherish and esteem young women. They would honor them and respect them. They would reject the overt sexualization of our culture and the insidious but prevalent view that a woman’s worth is in her sexuality and her looks. They would lift this burden from young women.

These young disciples would not pressure them into sex outside the covenant of marriage. They would value them as people, as sisters in Christ, as perhaps a future mate and wife.

But you know what, it will still happen. Christ-followers still fall into sin. There will still be unplanned and unwanted pregnancy. Yet, these young men, as Christians living a life of repentance, would seek out the Lord’s forgiveness and the woman’s as well and then seek to make things right.

Young disciples would not abandon a young lady to her pregnancy and vulnerability. Young disciples would not force her into a position of having to make a dreadful but seemingly necessary choice. “I’m here,” they’ll say. “I’m scared too, but let us rejoice at life. It didn’t happen how we planned, but it happened and so we’ll embrace it. Hallelujah, I get to father.”

And still sin happens. As their brothers wrestle with the flesh and maybe do abandon a woman in her time of need, they would come alongside and say, “we will support you as you need or, if necessary, we will love this child and raise them as a son or a daughter.”

Godly young men would push back against the rampant godlessness and how, by living according to the dictates of Christ, as disciples themselves. They would commit their lives to being disciples and themselves, to making disciples, of their own sons at first and then all the nations.

As they push back the darkness, as revival engulfs the nation, abortion would necessarily wane.

Men, make disciples of your sons.

Checkmate.

Kings to you, Satan.

Bradford Smith

Bradford Smith

Author - Founder

Soldier, Pastor, Author – Bradford stays busy, with his wife Ami, raising their 9 children, serving the nation, pastoring, preaching, and writing books (#3 is due out October ’17).

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This is a powerful read in a small book. The subtitle hits the mark with its description of, "A Biblical Treatise on Adoption." The author poses a challenge to the reader to stop reading the book upfront if the reader does not want to be moved to action.

   Janice S. Garey  

The call that sounds for the incredible need of emotionally and physically abandoned and orphaned children and one that when answered manifests the love of Christ.

  Anne Rightler

This book is a must read for anyone affected in any way by addictions. So many of the situations in this book seem hopeless, but as Brad so clearly points out, Christ is the solution and the only hope of man. As long as there is breath, there is hope!

  Scott Doherty

In Scourge, Brad offers us more than cold statistics or a cautionary tale. Instead, he offers us the solution - faith backed by action - to overcome this insidious problem Insightful and provocative, Scourge is a warning flag, guide post and rally to hope for all of us.

 Chad Chasteen

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You are special and worthy of so much more…and other useless drivel that is clearly #nottheGospel

We’re drowning in a cesspool of dissonant voices.

Every single person has a voice. Each person has an agenda. If you have an internet connection, you have a platform.

Satan’s misinformation campaign runs around-the-clock and he employs, as his heralds, a legion of oftentimes well-meaning people, even believers, who mindlessly and faithfully regurgitate and proliferate messages of personal empowerment that sound nice.

However, upon examination, they are definitely #nottheGospel.

Rid your life of negative people.

This one is so prevalent but so clearly #nottheGospel.

“You cannot hang out with negative people and expect a positive life,” quoth (gulp) Joel Osteen. Negative people bring people down. They have a problem for every solution. Their negativity is contagious and will certainly detract from you being the best you that you can be and achieving all that you dream.

The only solution is expulsion.

Get them out of your life. Now, not later. Expunge them from the books. Move on. You do not need these people in your life.

On the contrary, surround yourself with positivity. Positive people. They will lift you up. They will empower you. They will help you take your to the next level. Success is the goal. Positivity fuels our motivation to get there. Think positive thoughts.

Makes sense. Right?

Rubbish.

God calls the believer to be the salt and light of the earth. (Matthew 5:13-16)

God calls the believer to make disciples of all the nations. (Matthew 28:18-20)

Jesus came to seek and to save the lost. (Luke 19:10)

Nowhere is a man’s attitude a factor.

Yes, being around negative people can be tiresome. Yes, being around negative people can sap your strength. Yes, I like to be around positive people as much as you do, but there is really no such thing as an inherently negative person. One is either redeemed or not, saved or not, of Christ or not. One may feel, speak, act, or even think negatively, but why?

If that person is a brother or sister in Christ, would we reject them? Maybe they are struggling with sin of some kind. Maybe they are lonely. Maybe they are wrestling with God about a hidden issue. Either way, Paul tells us that when one member of the body of Christ suffers, we all suffer. (1 Corinthians 12:26) We ought to suffer alongside a fellow believer suffering in negativity.

If the negative person is not a believer, should we really cast them from our life. They are unredeemed. Negativity is the least of our worries. They don’t know Christ! They need the words of life that you have. Perhaps they are negative because they don’t know the hope found in the Gospel of the risen Lord Jesus. 

In sovereignty, God has placed these people in your life. Would you be the one to tell them the good news?

Are we to decide who is worthy of our fellowship and love?

You are special and worthy of good things.

So much is wrapped up in our self-worth and our self-esteem.

From our youngest days, we impress upon our children their entitlement. It’s a joke, a cliché, but every kid truly does get a trophy, no matter how they do or do not contribute. We do everything in our power to build up their self-esteem, their sense of self-worth, how they feel about themselves.

We’ve built an entire cottage industry with the sole purpose of making us feel better about ourselves. In many ways, we’ve shaped our entire system, our entire culture, around making us each feel that we are not only unique, but unique and deserving.

We deserve better.

We were made for more.

This life you’re living now, it’s not good enough. Your relationships. Your job. Your home. Your financial standing. Your social status. They could all be better. You know it and I know it.

You are worth it and don’t let anyone ever tell you differently.

Excrement.

On my own merits, I deserve hell and nothing less.

Gulp. There it is.

God speaks clear to the intrinsic worth of a man. I had worth. Created in the image of God, I reflect the summation of the possibility of His character. (Geneses 1:27) Man is the pinnacle of creation, the crown jewel in the created order. (Psalm 8) As such, every man or woman to ever walk the planet is deserving of dignity and respect.

Yet I slandered it.

It’s all been corrupted.

We took the beautiful created order and in our sin, rendered it wretched. There is no one who is righteous, not a single one. No one seeks after God. No one loves God. No one does good, not one. (Romans 3) Our hearts are deceitful and desperately sick. (Jeremiah 17:9) There’s nothing I can do about it. I was born into it. (Psalm 51:5)

At the same time, creation testifies loud and clear to the existence of a God whom we all reject. (Romans 1) Therefore we are without excuse.

Each of us, at some point in our lives, maybe even presently, looks at all that God is and rejects Him. We choose to worship and serve the created thing instead of the Creator and for that, we all deserve one single thing. 

Justice.

Justice for sin against an eternally holy and righteous God equals eternal torment in a place called hell. How’s your self-esteem?

The idea that I deserve anything other than justice is clearly #nottheGospel.

It’s all about doing good, being kind.

Think of the best person you know. Perhaps it’s even you!

Either way, consider them for a minute. What makes them special or good? Have they done good deeds? Have they helped you? Do they display selflessness? Consider their goodness. Consider their righteousness.

Now, consider that the very best you or I or anyone else has to offer, of our own volition, is a filthy rag in the eyes of the Lord, literally a used menstrual garment. (Isaiah 64:6)

We may do good deeds, certainly, but the corruption of sin has tainted even our best deeds. The idea that we can do enough good things, that our good deeds will save us is clearly #nottheGospel.

We will never earn favor with God. We will never attain standing before Him, of our own accord.

When you really want something, you will find a way.

Tony Robbins spearheads a bevy of self-help motivational speakers that convince us that “We Can!”

You cannot…and even if you could, does it actually matter?

Definitely #nottheGospel.

If you’re unhappy, that’s on you.

Assuredly #nottheGospel.

God is infinitely more concerned with our holiness rather than our happiness.

Be the hero of your own story.

Self-worship that is clearly #nottheGospel.

There exists a billion deviations, perversions really, of the singular message of hope and that is this:

God saves sinners!

This is the crux of the Gospel, the only message with timeless merit.

Okay, I’ll concede. These other ideas may possess temporal merit. If pop psychology and self-help gurus can motivate or equip someone to attain a measure of peace and/or happiness, then that is not necessarily a bad thing. It’s not like God begrudges us our livelihood.

Substitution is the issue, substitution that generates confusion.

When Christians parrot this drivel either as the Gospel or on par with the Gospel or even as a part of the Gospel, we fuel misunderstanding, perhaps even our own. Consider that Satan would love nothing more than for each of us to trumpet our own ability, while standing in line to see Oprah, convinced of the possibility of so much more.

Jesus Christ died on the cross for wretched sinners like me or like you, that we might be forgiven our sins. Our only hope lay in this truth, that if we repent and believe in the risen Lord Jesus, we will be saved, unto eternity.

Only He is worthy. My value exists only in Him. His work becomes my work, empowered by the Holy Spirit. Let us cut through the confusion.

Let us propagate this message worth hearing.

Bradford Smith

Bradford Smith

Author - Founder

Soldier, Pastor, Author – Bradford stays busy, with his wife Ami, raising their 9 children, serving the nation, pastoring, preaching, and writing books (#3 is due out October ’17).

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This is a powerful read in a small book. The subtitle hits the mark with its description of, "A Biblical Treatise on Adoption." The author poses a challenge to the reader to stop reading the book upfront if the reader does not want to be moved to action.

   Janice S. Garey  

The call that sounds for the incredible need of emotionally and physically abandoned and orphaned children and one that when answered manifests the love of Christ.

  Anne Rightler

This book is a must read for anyone affected in any way by addictions. So many of the situations in this book seem hopeless, but as Brad so clearly points out, Christ is the solution and the only hope of man. As long as there is breath, there is hope!

  Scott Doherty

In Scourge, Brad offers us more than cold statistics or a cautionary tale. Instead, he offers us the solution - faith backed by action - to overcome this insidious problem Insightful and provocative, Scourge is a warning flag, guide post and rally to hope for all of us.

 Chad Chasteen

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Pro-Choice Folks, I Understand…I Truly Do

Let us dispense with the pretenses.

Let us disavow the same tired rhetoric.

I know.

It’s a zygote, a clump of cells. It’s not a person. It’s your body. It’s your choice. You have reproductive rights. There is a war on women. If I’m against abortion, I won’t have one.

But can we please cut to the chase?

You hate men.

Rather, you hate manhood, the institution, masculinity.

Really, it’s the perceived patriarchy that generates your wrath, the system itself.

As long as men yield, as long as they acquiesce, as long as they join in self-emasculation and self-loathing then you tolerate them, begrudgingly. You reserve your ire for those who dare advocate for anything as outdated and outrageous as masculine virtue, be they male or yes, other females.

You fulfill Scripture.

Did you know that?

Long ago, God cursed the woman in her sin saying, “Your desire shall be for your husband…” (Genesis 3:16)

At first glance, this doesn’t sound bad. Why would you not want to desire your husband. The language is telling. In the very next chapter, using the exact same language, God says to Cain, speaking of sin, “Its desire is for you.” (Genesis 4:7) Sin seeks to dominate Cain, to control him, to usurp his motivations, compelling him to act accordingly, bending him to its will.

The alternate rendering of the curse speaks volumes. “Your desire will be against your husband.” God imbued the man with spiritual headship, with a role as the leader of the family, and you hate it. You rage against it. The idea of male headship bristles your spirit.

You seek to usurp this role, to dominate him, to control him, compelling him to act accordingly, bending him to your will. You’ll be no subordinate, no slave to a man.

And you’ve seen the abuse of the system, ungodly men who embrace the second half of the curse…“and he shall rule over you.” (Genesis 3:16) Men who impregnate and abandon, men who abuse and torment, men who sexualize and oppress—you’ve seen it, maybe lived it or your mother did.

I cannot fathom your frustration.

In other areas of life in a civilized society, you will your way to a plethora of Pyrrhic victories. You’ve shattered glass ceilings at virtually every level. You outpace your male brothers in higher education. You’ve passed Ranger school and joined the infantry. Every profession is yours for the taking though if the #metoo folks are right, we’ve got a lot of work to do.

There’s just one small problem.

You have a uterus…to go with your vagina.

You deserve the exact same sexual freedom as godless men. You are entitled to it, but unfortunately your biology works dreadfully against you. Pregnancy is the ultimate expression of feminine bondage, a burden, a yoke which no one else may bear for you.

And you’ll not have it.

You know it’s a life. I know it’s a life. But that’s not what’s important. What matters is your life and your freedom and really, your sexual freedom. We’ll call it a zygote if it’ll make you feel better. We’ll even chant your slogans. 

It comes down to a simple decision between your rights, your sexual rights, and the right to life of this clump of cells.

I know. I truly do.

A girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do.

Emasculated Men.

You hate men as well.

Confronted with feminine ire, you concede. You caved long ago and yielded your masculinity to become a neutered caricature of what God intended you to be, and you’re okay with that because you are accepted.

Their acceptance of you depends entirely upon your continuing harmlessness to the cause, and that’s okay. Know that at the first hint of obstinance, you’ll be soundly crushed.

Perhaps it was your father that taught you to hate men and you do. You hate them. You recoil at what society has declared manly. The brutish tobacco-chewing redneck or the Bible-thumping woman-hater stand in opposition to the genderless utopia you desire.

Who are you to have any kind of privilege just because you’re a man?

Who are you to be given authority on account of something so unearned as your penis?

So you quietly tuck your testicles between your legs, pick up your “Stop the War on Women” sign, and join the march. You likewise know it’s a life as well as I do, but that is not what’s important.

Her reproductive rights are what matters here, not some nameless, faceless and ultimately inconvenient cluster of biological goo. You don’t even have a uterus. How could you possibly have an opinion on the matter? Right?

Mind your lane and get back in line.

You hate women.

You go the other direction.

You fall in line with the curse and rule over the woman in an ungodly fashion.

It’s easy for you. You don’t even really have to try. It comes very naturally. You see women for what they are, ultimately repositories for your pleasurable insemination.

Abortion is a convenient means to that end.

You really don’t have time or desire for the responsibility or sexual ethics and abortion is the next best thing. Hey, you’re certainly not going to father some child that you don’t even want. This isn’t the sixties where you have to marry the girl. 

Really. I understand.

We don’t want child support hanging over our heads. We don’t want some artificial commitment to someone or something that we didn’t want in the first place, but hey, we’re human too. We don’t want some kid growing up without a dad, maybe even in poverty. We know the deal.

It’s for the best. Truly.

Once we can “take care of it”, it’s on to the next one. No one gets hurt. We all have a good time and hey, did you see that waitress at the club. I think she was making eyes at me. I’ve got a feeling…

You hate God.

Again, I understand completely.

I once hated God as you do and I once hated life as you do.

You know God exists. Creation testifies to that fact loud and clear. Nothing has ever created itself. You know this. Yet, you desire to be the captain of your own destiny. You desire to call the shots. You worship at the altar of you and woe be anyone who seeks to impede your ritual sacrifice.

It’s you. Your sexual ethics. Your decisions. Your body. Your choice. Your everything.

You hate God and the fact that He imposes standards. You hate God because of the fact that He imposes standards and really, because you know there will be accountability. He stands in direct opposition to the cult of you. And you hate it. You hate Him.

I know it. You know it…He knows it.

The life inside, created in His image, stands as an imminent reminder of His ways and you hate His ways. You want it to be your way. Abortion allows for this. 

You really have no…choice. Ironic, isn’t it. Or maybe you do…

Bradford Smith

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This is a powerful read in a small book. The subtitle hits the mark with its description of, "A Biblical Treatise on Adoption." The author poses a challenge to the reader to stop reading the book upfront if the reader does not want to be moved to action.

   Janice S. Garey  

The call that sounds for the incredible need of emotionally and physically abandoned and orphaned children and one that when answered manifests the love of Christ.

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This book is a must read for anyone affected in any way by addictions. So many of the situations in this book seem hopeless, but as Brad so clearly points out, Christ is the solution and the only hope of man. As long as there is breath, there is hope!

  Scott Doherty

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LORD, Break the Teeth of Andrew Cuomo

Okay, after a few days of processing…

…this week, New York’s legislature passed the Reproductive Health Act, signed into law by Governor Andrew Cuomo, to rousing applause and cheers. This bill expands access to abortion including into the dreaded third trimester, where a baby really begins to uh, look like a baby, if the woman’s health was somehow at risk.

The broad language ensures that the abortion rate in a state where 25% of pregnancies already end in abortion will almost assuredly rise.

Needless to say, this has received a ton of attention from the conservative segments of society and Pro-life advocates but from the left, virtual silence. It’s just a matter of course.

What is the believer to do?

We must not be surprised.

Matt Walsh still can’t believe this is real.

I can.

This is what evil does.

Solomon reminds us of wicked men, “They cannot sleep unless they have done wrong.” (Proverbs 4:16) Isaiah tells us that “the wicked are like the tossing sea; for it cannot be quiet.” (Isaiah 57:20)

As all men are either sons of God or sons of Satan, evil men have no choice but to follow their father as “the devil prowls around like a roaring lion, seeking someone to devour.” (1 Peter 5:8) The unborn are perhaps the easiest to devour, absolutely defenseless.

The slope is real, slippery indeed.

Many have asked, “How could this happen? How could they do such a thing?”

This is the wrong question to ask. The New York Congress has been pushing this legislation for years, but it had always been blocked by Republicans until the recent elections handed the Democratic party a majority. So this reminds us of an uncomfortable truth.

Evil always progresses. It is never content with the status quo. It has no choice but to expand the scope of evil until all bow before the prince of this world.

Expect this.

Expect other states to push similar legislation.

Expect laws allowing euthanasia—post-birth abortion if you will—of defective people, those with Down’s Syndrome or some other disability perhaps. Don’t be surprised when abortion of the defective becomes mandatory. It’s for their own good, after all.

Expect further legislation embracing the death cult. Expect the expansion of euthanasia. Canada, about a decade ahead of us in progressiveness, passed legislation removing restrictions on children for physician assisted suicide. Similar laws will follow here. Expect it. The elderly, the infirm…it’s for their own good, after all.

Anticipate the continued destruction of gender norms, the normalization and legalization of pedophilia. Expect a continued expansion of hate crime legislation, making it illegal to speak against or oppose any of this.

The godless know God’s decree against these things but nevertheless do them…and give approval to those who practice them. (Romans 1:32) Tolerance is not enough. Compliance is not enough. Wickedness will not rest until you are a proponent, an advocate.

We should expect nothing less than a continuous pursuit to this end by every means available including legislation.

We must understand judgement.

America has already been judged.

I’ve seen numerous people bemoaning imminent judgement or even calling for it. Does God judge the nations? Yes, He always has. He is a personal God, imminent and present, working in the lives of individual people. But He likewise moves on a national level, a global level.

Describing ungodliness, Paul writes that all men know that there is a God, Creation testifies clearly to this fact. Yet, men did not see fit to honor God, but became futile in their thinking as their hearts were darkened.

Claiming to be wise, they became fools,” and “exchanged the truth about God for a lie and worshiped and served the creature rather than the Creator.” (Romans 1:22,25).

Therefore, God gave them up to the lusts of their heart. He gave them what they wanted.

America abandoned God. It’s progressive, but it happened and is happening. Every generation is more unchurched than the previous. Men failed to disciple their sons—perhaps they were not themselves disciples—and the nation walked from God, worshiping and serving the created thing instead of the Creator.

Homosexuality and the accompanying licentiousness is judgement. A perversion of the biblical sexual ethic is the judgement. The associated destruction of the nuclear family is the judgement. (Romans 1:26-27)

God says, “If you want this more than me, then have it.” He gives us what we truly want. The resultant and obvious wake of death is God’s judgement upon this nation.

Abortion is the byproduct of the abandonment of the godly sexual ethic. Of course there exists a million different circumstances but in its broadest context, abortion exists to clean up the mess, so to speak, from the desertion of God’s ways.

In the end, abortion is what we as a nation, collectively wanted.

We must understand the issue.

Let’s put a biblical spin on this.

Andrew Cuomo is not the enemy. Sorry. He’s not. Neither is a single member of the New York congress that voted for this horrid affair. Our enemy fights a different battle, playing chess while we tarry about with checkers. (Ephesians 6:12)

I am Andrew Cuomo.

Before knowing Christ, my mind darkened by sin, I was as pro-choice as any of these folks. I wanted the freedom to conduct myself sexually as I pleased, and if that required an issue “be taken care of” then so be it.

Apart from Christ, I had no true love for my fellow men. I had no appreciation for life, for the image-bearers of God. The godly sexual ethic had no appeal. It was foreign to me. I couldn’t comprehend anyone clinging to such an antiquated notion.

And such were some of you. (1 Corinthians 6:11)

Apart from Christ, you are the New York legislature, we are them. Apart from Christ, whom none of us sought on our own accord, we would have voted unanimously to destroy God in any possible way, including the destruction of unborn life.

Yes, these men and women will one day be called to account.

Yes, abortion is a tragic evil that we must oppose with all of our strength.

However, consider that in the tragedy of abortion, God works all things for the good of those who love Him, those whom He called according to His purposes. (Romans 8:28) Not that all things are good, but that all things accomplish good.

Consider that an aborted baby, at the expense of a few moments of pain, will never have to spend a single second in a sinful and fallen world where it is legal to kill babies. They are instantly pulled into the loving arms of Jesus to spend eternity.

Oppose. Resist. Most importantly, understand.

We must respond rightly.

If we believe what we say we believe, nothing has changed.

A baby is a baby, one second after conception as much as one minute before childbirth. This bill merely serves to clarify the positions.

We must act, but we must act rightly.

We must pray.

Pray fervently, continuously. Pray imprecatory prayers if you feel led. Call for the wrath of God upon the godless men behind this great evil. Pray for the end of abortion, by all means. However, understanding that abortion will never end apart from revival or Christ’s return, let us be on our knees for the souls of men.

Let us pray for Andrew Cuomo, that he might come to know the risen Lord Jesus.

Let abortion reinforce the necessity that we make disciples of our sons. Let us see in our sons, future mighty men of God who will someday rise up and claim all that God has given to them, that they will forsake the ways of their fathers, us, and put an end to wickedness such as abortion.

By all means, oppose with legislation. Vote. Elect godly leaders who will end this scourge. March. Demonstrate. Speak out.

Become angry and act. What if across the street from every Planned Parenthood clinic was a Christian pregnancy center and we could proclaim to women in a crisis pregnancy, “Here is another way.” Stay angry and adopt. Further the narrative that there is another way, that you will take this unwanted child and love it and raise it as your own.

Most of all, proclaim. Proclaim Christ and Him crucified, with every platform entrusted to you. He is the only hope to end all evil, much less the evil of abortion.

Can you imagine the unfathomable joy of a former abortionist, being welcomed into Heaven…by the babies he once murdered? I cannot fathom such a thing as this.

Bradford Smith

Bradford Smith

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Soldier, Pastor, Author – Bradford stays busy, with his wife Ami, raising their 9 children, serving the nation, pastoring, preaching, and writing books (#3 is due out October ’17).

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This is a powerful read in a small book. The subtitle hits the mark with its description of, "A Biblical Treatise on Adoption." The author poses a challenge to the reader to stop reading the book upfront if the reader does not want to be moved to action.

   Janice S. Garey  

The call that sounds for the incredible need of emotionally and physically abandoned and orphaned children and one that when answered manifests the love of Christ.

  Anne Rightler

This book is a must read for anyone affected in any way by addictions. So many of the situations in this book seem hopeless, but as Brad so clearly points out, Christ is the solution and the only hope of man. As long as there is breath, there is hope!

  Scott Doherty

In Scourge, Brad offers us more than cold statistics or a cautionary tale. Instead, he offers us the solution - faith backed by action - to overcome this insidious problem Insightful and provocative, Scourge is a warning flag, guide post and rally to hope for all of us.

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Biblical Masculinity is Toxic Masculinity

Has there been a culture as confused as ours?

Clarity

It’s a shame, but I’ve got to stipulate.

As much as I cling to truth and the language of truth, our culture demands clarification.

I simply cannot speak of marriage lest you be confused. I must stipulate…biblical marriage between a man and a woman. Even the word “biblical” does not delineate decisively. Now, you and I know that the word “marriage” carries a biblical connotation—God ordained marriage after all—and excludes all but those between a man and a woman. Unfortunately, society no longer honors God’s definition.

The concept of masculinity demands a similar stipulation.

We must delineate between masculinity and biblical masculinity though again, you and I know that apart from Christ, masculinity is meaningless. It rings hollow. It doesn’t actually exist. Christless masculinity is as meaningful as godless love or waterless oceans.

So, for the sake of clarity, we must agree…

…biblical masculinity is toxic masculinity.

Godless Masculinity

Allow me to establish a term. Let us address godless masculinity.

In Christ, we find the ultimate exhibition of masculinity. Masculinity—biblical masculinity—demands Christ. He must exist for masculinity to even be a thing.

God in flesh, Jesus is a man.

Let’s start there. Again, common degeneration requires we affirm so simple an idea. In the common vernacular, He is a cisgender, biological male, one who gender identifies with the sex assigned at birth. He would be totally comfortable with He pronouns.

And in His humanity, His masculinity resonates. It affirms the goodness of masculinity, the rightness of masculinity, the necessity of masculinity.

The masculinity of Jesus resonates with tension, with contrast.

He is BOTH the glorified Christ of Revelation 1, the mere sight of whom drove John to fall to his face as if dead, AND the gentle rabbi to whom children were given. He is BOTH the awe-inducing Christ of Revelation 19, the King of kings and Lord or Lords who will judge and make war as He treads the winepress of the wrath of a holy God upon His return, AND the compassionate healer who has mercy upon the masses, who weeps at their lostness.

He is gentle.

He will rule the nations with a rod of iron.

He is kind.

He will strike down His enemies.

He is love. He is mercy.

He demands obedience.

And He calls His sons to account, to be strong, to be courageous. He requires His sons to emulate Him, to love their wives as Christ loves the Church, to make disciples of their children, to demand justice and pursue purity. He moves them to humility and mercy, to serve and to love.

He calls them to act like men, to embrace their God-given masculinity.

Godless masculinity knows nothing of this.

It knows neither strength nor weakness. Godless masculinity is BOTH the cat-calling chauvinist AND the limp-wristed coward who concedes his role as the spiritual leader of the home and the church.

Godless masculinity is Matt Lauer and Bradley Manning, a caricature of the humble servant, Jesus. Godless masculinity can never reconcile the overt and sinful bravado of faux masculinity with the effectively-neutered males of this present day. In response, it necessarily and deliberately confuses biblical displays with gross perversions, labeling them both toxic in rejection of the perceived patriarchy.

Godless masculinity recoils at the real thing.

A godly man leading his wife and family in the way of the Lord is anathema, toxic rather, to that which is perishing.

Toxic to Godlessness

Men lead the general rebellion against God.

The most influential person in the life of a child is the father. A child’s future and his faith, or lack thereof, is largely attributable to what the father does or does not do, his presence or absence.

In our nation, fathers long ago walked from the church and failed to raise their sons in the way of the Lord. Predictably, when we became older, we departed from those ways. Each subsequent generation is more unchurched, more godless, drifting further from truth.

Ours is a rebellion of apathy, of passivity. It is a rebellion of abdication. We long ago ceded our god-given role as spiritual leaders of the home and the church. The resultant feminization of both, the home and the church, spelled doom for both institutions.

Masculinity spells death for godlessness.

By God’s design, legions of committed men, disciples themselves, make disciples of the nations, starting in their own home.

Godly men love their wives as Christ loves the church, consuming them with the fire of their selfless and unconditional love. (Ephesians 5:25) Godly men wash their wives in the water of the Word, coming alongside them in pursuit of the Lord. (Ephesians 5:26) The resultant union testifies loud and clear to the Gospel of the risen Lord Jesus.

Godly men pour into their children, rearing them as disciples from their youngest days. Godly men discipline their sons and teach them to cherish women, to esteem them as the fairer sex. Godly men instill into their daughters a sense of worth independent of their looks or what they could offer a man. Godly men model what their daughters ought to look for in a future husband and how their sons ought to think, act, and speak.

Godly men lead their families.

Godly men lead the church.

Godly men stand firm against the flaming darts of the enemy, holding steadfast to the truth of Scripture, demanding righteousness from themselves and other men.

Godly men subordinate themselves to all of these pursuits and there is no greater threat to the world and its associated godlessness than masculinity…which is why Satan has labored so diligently in confusing the world as to what masculinity actually is.

This leads to an unnecessarily comfortable truth. Our nation and the western church will only go as far as masculinity will carry them.

Toxic to Evil

The proliferation of evil speaks to a general emasculation.

Godly men do not stand idle as men harass women, as bullies do their thing, as people treat one another with hatred and disrespect. Replace the word “godly” with “good” and almost everyone would agree with this sentiment, even recent progressive movements that reject traditional notions of masculinity.

God forces us to expand the provision to a basis that would merit subsequent rejection by those same secular forces.

Godly men would never have required the overt sexualization forced upon our young women in the first place. We would’ve never convinced legions of women to find value from their looks, pressure them into premarital sex, and abandon them once they become pregnant. The widespread proliferation of single mothers and all of the affiliated affliction testifies to emasculation.

Abortion is a by-product of this emasculation, as is the destruction of gender norms in our society. Even #metoo exists as a reaction against a godless masculinity that cannot be acknowledged, a secular response to a spiritual bankruptcy.

Only good men, who by definition must be of Christ, can readily stand against the proliferation of such wickedness.

Symptoms no More

Apart from Christ, society may only treat symptoms, the proverbial band-aid on a sucking chest wound.

Meanwhile, women will continue to be abused and debased, babies will be murdered in the womb, more of our sons will walk from the faith, and our nation will continue its descent into the abyss.

My prayer is simple, for revival among the men of this nation. I pray that the LORD would raise up a generation of men who would claim all that He has set aside for them, that they would waive aside the clouds of confusion in repentance and boldly stand in allegiance with true righteousness, the righteousness found in Christ. This is the only way.

And it can only start with you.

Bradford Smith

Bradford Smith

Author - Founder

Soldier, Pastor, Author – Bradford stays busy, with his wife Ami, raising their 9 children, serving the nation, pastoring, preaching, and writing books (#3 is due out October ’17).

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This is a powerful read in a small book. The subtitle hits the mark with its description of, "A Biblical Treatise on Adoption." The author poses a challenge to the reader to stop reading the book upfront if the reader does not want to be moved to action.

   Janice S. Garey  

The call that sounds for the incredible need of emotionally and physically abandoned and orphaned children and one that when answered manifests the love of Christ.

  Anne Rightler

This book is a must read for anyone affected in any way by addictions. So many of the situations in this book seem hopeless, but as Brad so clearly points out, Christ is the solution and the only hope of man. As long as there is breath, there is hope!

  Scott Doherty

In Scourge, Brad offers us more than cold statistics or a cautionary tale. Instead, he offers us the solution - faith backed by action - to overcome this insidious problem Insightful and provocative, Scourge is a warning flag, guide post and rally to hope for all of us.

 Chad Chasteen

FOLLOW THE 413!

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