Monday, July 9, 2012
Ed Decker! Leave Us Alone
Ed Decker! Go Away and Leave Us Alone!
I have been besieged of late to explain why I just won’t go away and leave the Masons alone to do their “good works.” Let me share a little history about this ministry and me.
I was in Scotland and I lay on the floor of the bathroom, violently retching . I was sure I was going to die. I had a TV show to do in just a few hours and I was certain that I wouldn't live to see it. I pulled myself up, leaning against the wall next to the toilet, trying to pull away from the pain I was in and sort out what was happening.
I supposed that I had contracted food poisoning during the Pastors' lunch earlier, but my table companions, sharing the same pizza, were not in here fighting for space at this receptacle. I remembered the two out-of-town visitors, whose attendance our host had expressed concern over. "This is a dangerous business, and I don't know these fellows," he warned.
"Don't give it another thought," I answered. "God is our protector."
Then I recalled that one of them had offered to refresh my diet coke and I had consented. A half hour later, I was convulsing in pain.
Reflecting back, years later now, I guess I should have questioned the wisdom of going to Inverness, Scotland to do a TV program on "The Occult Origins of Scottish Rite Masonry." My host was correct in his concern, yet God truly was my protector.
I rose up that evening by His strength and did that program, standing up. Yet, by the morning I was too ill to continue my tour and the next day began a terrible journey back to
to my own doctors and my own family. I arrived home barely able to walk. The
poison had effected my involuntary muscle system and it was difficult to use my
hands and feet and hold my head steady. I arrived in Seattle more than 25 pounds lighter than I
Tests showed that I had sustained a high, lethal dose of arsenic, enough to have killed me a few times over. It took months to recover from the incident. Not only had the poison done serious damage to my digestive system, but I would lay in bed, sleeping fitfully while my body twitched continually. Later, the heavy metal began to work its way out through vicious sores in the tops of my hands and my head, making a terrible odor that smelled like dog urine.
Even years later, while I was undergoing lung surgery caused by a bus accident, several blood vessels in my lower back broke spontaneously for apparently no reason. The doctors puzzled over the phenomenon for the better part of the day until a nurse asked my wife if I had been exposed to metallic poison in a work environment. When Carol told them about the
incident, they had their answer. Tests showed that pockets of arsenic still in
my system [lower back area] had been the cause and the vessels broke while I
was in severe trauma.
I suppose we could have pointed out the man who poisoned me. He would have gone to prison, but as one Scottish friend warned, our host would have paid the price at the hands of the Masons in response. It wasn't worth it. I am still alive and I am still speaking out the awful truth of the lodge. I am sure there are more than a few Masons in
that can't understand why I am still alive.
I do. It was because God intended me to live. It wasn’t the first
time my life was threatened by the Masons
and certainly not the last.
The trip to
wasn't by chance. I had been studying, writing and lecturing on Freemasonry for a number of years. Somehow, I had become an expert. It wasn't an easy transition.
When I began to study the Lodge with a critical eye, it meant that I had to look back at my own father, grandfather and their fathers before them for almost two hundred years. They were honest men, church men who took our faith, our family and our country seriously, fighting in its many wars. Generation after generation, each son followed after his father and entered into membership in the Lodge. That line ended when I stepped out of the DeMoLay to join the Mormon Church.
The Mormon church told me that Masonry was a society of “secret combinations” and “works of darkness. “I was forbidden to continue membership in the De Molay and later, as an active Mormon, I would not seek to follow my father into the Lodge.
Years later, after I became a born again Christian, while I was at a service in a Southern Baptist church teaching on the LDS Temple ritual, I discovered from an angry church Deacon that the ritual of the Masonic Lodge was the actual foundation of the LDS temple ritual.
He told me I was courting serious harm of I continued in my path of teaching about the LDS Tempe ceremony. He said that in doing so, I was also revealing the secret rituals of the Masonic Blue Lodges.
I knew that if what he said was true, I would have to expose the roots of Masonry to the same light of truth that I was bringing to bear on Mormonism. That was easier said than done.
Within a month of that experience, I found myself at the funeral of a friend's father and once seated, discovered I was about to witness a Masonic funeral. By the time those men in their somber clothes walked down the church aisle, I knew that this was birthed in the very pit of hell and it had become rooted within the church, itself. I knew there was work to do.
It wasn't like the work hadn't been done before. Great men like Charles Finney had discovered its evil core and brought it to the church, but the church soon forgot the danger, choosing not to rile the Masons who ran their boards, paid their salaries, settling instead for the ten shekels and the shirt they offered.
For the next century, lone pastors would study it and bring out its darkness from the pulpit. That usually resulted in the pastor being removed from that pulpit, his career usually destroyed in the process and the preaching of the truth of the lodge once again removed from the ears of the Masons in the church.
Freemasonry and Christianity are as far from each other as the North and South poles. His ignorance of the Luciferian roots and dark secrets of Freemasonry will be no excuse on that day of judgment for the man who calls himself a Christian Mason. Woe unto him.
When Masons receive their own personal, white lambskin apron, they are told it will be their covering when they stand before the great white throne judgment. It is a tragic promise they are bound to since the great white throne is not a good place to stand before if their blood oaths, their good works and an apron are their covering.
Well, ministries like ours continue to speak the fire of truth and godly pastors are still speaking out in spite of the threats from the Masons and their the odious acts of ignominy in defying the very Word of God. For many valuable, free articles on this subject, visit our Freemasonry resource page at www.saintsalive.com