Subject: Re: one of the Anons who doesn't like me |
From: Caleb Pritchard <cpritchard2001@gmail.com> |
Date: 2/13/12, 02:26 |
To: Barrett Brown <barriticus@gmail.com> |
Off to War Update: The Sword of the Spirit
Third in a series of personal accounts by a new Precinct Committeeman.The big day came. On Wednesday February eighth I prepared for my day job as an electrical engineer with an added air of excitement that night would bring my first meeting as a member of the Placer County Republican Central Committee (PCRCC). I had some apprehension, as I had not been able to meet most of the other members, and I was aware from reputation that there could be some interesting dynamics within the group (probably true of any group!) At this point though, I did finally have in my hands a roster of the committee, minutes of the last meeting, agenda of the one to come, and an address where we would meet. It also helped that I had been able to meet my committee Chairman as discussed in the previous blog in this series. A nice man, who together with his wife who also serves both locally and with the state, have years and years of service for the Republican Party in various capacities.
Nonetheless, I was not so much relishing the thought of the meeting as I was responding to what I am sure is the Spirit leading me to this point. Im not a politician Im husband and dad first, and have a day job that I have been very committed to for many years. I have no personal agenda to drive at this time, other than to respond to this call to serve.
I caught my ten-year-old son in the hall as I prepared to head out for the day. Knowing I would not see him until after the PCRCC meeting that evening, I had a special request. Son, I have my first meeting tonight, and I would like you to pray for me. Pray that God would make clear the agenda(s), and what he wants of me tonight, and that I would respond. Can you do this for me? To which I got a Yes, Dad and off he went. He returned less than a minute later, asked me to lean down, and reached inside my sport coat to stuff something into my left breast pocket. I was blown away as I reached in next to my heart and pulled out a very compact version of the New Testament. I paused, then asked, Do you know what you just did?
My son responded clearly, confidently, and with a fire in his eyes, I gave you the Sword of the Spirit (ref. Eph6:10-20, esp. v17)
That day I went to work, I served at a meeting of the PCRCC, and I thanked God in Heaven for the opportunity to serve Him and to be surrounded by brothers and sisters in Christ and in a parallel context of the fight for freedom in this God-given country we call America. I had seen firsthand that the PCRCC has some real commitment and patriots, and got to serve alongside. Finally, I got to tuck my son in after a long day, and yes, he checked, then fell back into bed satisfied. I was still armed. With Gods grace, I will ALWAYS be armed.
On Sun, Feb 12, 2012 at 11:56 PM, Caleb Pritchard <cpritchard2001@gmail.com> wrote:
Get out.On Sun, Feb 12, 2012 at 2:50 PM, Barrett Brown <barriticus@gmail.com> wrote:
http://www.reallifesuperheroes.com/2011/02/28/motor-mouth/
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Regards,
Barrett Brown
512-560-2302