60 Minutes of Sinning with Martyn Iles

Martyn Iles is currently giving a series of Podcast Sermons through his online Podcast, "At the Crux".

What we DON'T see is that his recent sermons were recorded while he was on  a Royal Carribean Cruise ship traveling to a PRIVATE Island in the Bahamas with 100 hardcore, rich fellow Answers in Genesis supporters and friends of Ken Ham from Jackson Hole Bible College. (Which is a Front for a retreat in Wyoming for AiG Cult members, run by Don Landis, who is also the Chairman of the Board for Answers in Genesis).

Martyn lectures us for an hour about how need  WE need to "KILL Sin" in our lives and to avoid "all lusts of the flesh and lusts of the eye", and then goes with his young friends from JHBC  to spend an Evening in the Dazzle Lounge.

Immediately upon returning home, Martyn sends out an email to his main supporters pleading that he needs $200,000 by the end of June to keep developing his secret AI Educational project at the Technology Lab at Cedarville University in Ohio, which is also part of the AiG Cult network.

The reason Martyn's AI

Curriculum and Educational platform is so desperately needed❓️

"BeCooze" young people are leaving the church in droves and we need to embrace more Technology to win them back.

No, Martyn. We need to embrace more INTEGRITY to win them back because right now all we're offering them is to be the servants to privileged, white HYPOCRITES❗️

I've been a Christian for 49 years and even I am looking for the Emergency Exit to get away from people like you!

You keep telling us how your entire family are all wonderful Christians who are serving the Lord. What do they think of all of this?💁‍♀️

"My family always supports everything I do." (- Martyn Iles)

🤔 Ah. So basically they are "applauding you all the way to hell." -M.I.

(So much for the mighty Iles family integrity.)🤷‍♀️

You know, I was going to mention the Pedophiles at Answers in Genesis again in the hopes it might motivate somebody to finally make some kind public statement about them, but dealing with these awful people wearies me so I'll save it for another time.

But for now, whatever you do, DON'T give them more of your hard earned money! They're all rich enough!

The Truth with Love, Always Laura-Lee 

Martyn aboard his Family's boat.

(Brisbane Australia)

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Gammie's Grit

 In my large, French Canadian family most of the grandmothers adopt a nick name. My grandmother's nickname is “Gammie”. Now if this moniker conjures up an image of a plump, little cookie-baking granny you would be wrong. Gammie was tall, thin, somewhat stern and had a double dose of 

GRIT❗️

In 1947, not too long after my grandfather returned from World War 2, he abandoned Gammie and his three children, which included his eldest daughter, Faye, my mother, Irene and his young son Harvey. I don't think Gammie minded him leaving because he was beating her, but it meant she had to be the source of everything for her children.

Before the winter of 1947 came Gammie had secured the use of a small, abandoned barn for her little brood to live in. It had no electricity or running water, but it had a wood burning stove and so they set up house.

 Before the snow came they had harvested from their small garden and Gammie had a large wood pile for the wood cook stove.

Mom says she remembers two things very distinctly about that time period. One, how COLD it was when the snow came and two, the big muscles on Gammie's right arm from all the wood chopping she had been doing.

But at the end of November, deep into a Canadian winter (when average temperatures are -20 Celcius and there is a meter of snow on the ground), Mom, Uncle Harvey and Auntie Faye all developed some kind of horrible skin infection. There was no doctor available in the Canadian north, but they did have a District Nurse.

So Gammie bundled up her three children and they walked to the nearest farm to ask someone to contact the nurse. Then they went back to their barn. Gammie was carrying my 2 year old uncle in her arms and Mom at 5 years old and Auntie Faye at 7 years old plodded behind.

The District Nurse came to their barn two days later carrying a hard brush (Mom said it was like the kind you would scrub a floor with) and a big can of something that had a spout on it. This was the cure for their skin infection that had by that time become even worse and covered all three children from head to toe.

Here's what Gammie had to do and she did it to Faye first.

She would add wood to the stove and carry bucket after bucket of snow in to melt so she could fill the big wash tub and give each child a bath.

She would soak them in the tub to moisten the old, dead skin then take the scrub brush and remove it all until she had gotten down to fleshy, pink skin again. Then she had to liberally douse them with the contents of the can the District Nurse had brought, which turned out to be Kerosene ❗️

Then everything had to be cleaned and disinfected before she moved on to the next child so the infection wouldn't spread.

Each child had to have this done TWICE a day, EVERY day for TWO weeks.

When I heard this story for the first time I had the benefit of being in a room with Gammie, Auntie Faye, Mom and Uncle Harvey all present (although Uncle Harvey understandably had no conscious memory of it).

When I was alone with Mom later I asked her (gently) if she screamed from the pain it caused her.

“No. I never made a sound. I didn't want Harv to be frightened.”

So I think Gammie isn't the only one in my family with grit. 🤨

Through the years I gleaned more tidbits of details about those events until one day alone with Gammie I came right out and asked her how she got through it. I guess I figured she had some kind of secret emotional formula.

She simply said, “I got through it because I had no choice but to get through it. The only thing under my control was if I responded with faith or bitterness at what Life had handed me.”

When I was completely paralyzed in 2019 with apparently no hope for a cure, Gammie's words came back to me.

We are often handed things in life that are well beyond our control, but what we will always have is the freedom to choose our response.

To respond with faith or with bitterness at what we've been given.

(I hope I made you proud, Gammie. 😔)

The Truth with Love,

Always Laura-Lee