Man's Search for Meaning

It is timely, dear reader, for us to visit our not so distance past, a past that haunts and yet, somehow does not inform those of us, that exist in this present age. I am finally, after years of resisting, reading Viktor Frankl's book, Man's Search for Meaning.

Young people with brilliant minds, have smoked, soaked, and saturated their brains, via inhalation of burning marijuana, tobacco vapours, and the consumption of alcoholic beverages: in many cases, this type of substance devouring has been going on for decades. Let us add to this list a string of varying doses and types of orally ingested pills and powders, prescribed and otherwise, for "anxiety". I would be anxious too, if every day of my life consisted of getting my next fix, and fiendishly following this up with another and another temporary fix, until the day is spent and bleeds into the very next day, and the next after that. Some do not seem to know life, minus intoxication. You do know, dear reader, that the guy or gal in the car idling next to yours at a red light, may very well be high as a kite: this is the norm for many. 

Is it any wonder this generation hasn't a clue what constitutes a moral compass? Without working, the youth in our midst, can luxuriously smoke their weed and alternatively, puff their vapes, while playing video games, watching pornography, or scrolling endlessly on their hand held smart phones, that have made them completely numb and dumb to reality. I am concerned and alarmed: a whole generation is being sustained without any sense that the thatch roof above their fragile heads, is about to fall in upon them, exposing them to cruelty they have never experienced before. Darkness is falling, and if the intoxicated and self-indulgent do not see the light, I fear they will fall prey to eternal depravity. 

Meaning and responsibility is thematic in the autobiographical book, Man's Search for Meaning, by Viktor Frankl. It behooves each of us that have been in adulthood for an extended period of time, to encourage the younger generation to learn of the meaning for their existence, and to be responsible for living on task, having a life of significance. Self-indulgence, checking out, being of no use, are deleterious for the soul and heighten a sense of nihilism: What is the point, one might ask, of living, when life is so empty and repetitively boring?

Have you heard that telltale rattly cough or laugh that seems to come right from the depth of injured lungs, that lets you know the person you are talking to, is a smoker? Man alive, when I hear this sound from a young person, my jaw drops in wonder, and the question pops into my thinking, How much damage have you done already? 

How we think is vitally important. What we think regarding what we put into the body, is impactful. I challenge all, when I get a chance and we happen to be on the subject, to start believing that smoking weed/marijuana, is never acceptable, under any circumstances. I am embarrassed to admit, that the problem we have in Canada, with all of the drugs that have converted people into druggies, drooping and dropping on our streets and in our homes, is a first world problem. Money, convenience, laziness, self-indulgence, entitlement, lack of ambition, have created a problem that I confess, is hard to face, and even harder to resolve. We don't need a twelve step solution, we need icy-cold buckets of reality to douse these people out of their self-induced stupor. 

I know someone that was a raging alcoholic. This person, after being threatened by her spouse that if she did not discontinue her drinking to drunk habit, he would leave her, actually stopped drinking for many pleasant years. She chose relationship with her spouse, over her sick relationship with alcohol, for a time. The problem was, her spouse was also an alcoholic, albeit, a functioning one. He did not consider drinking in her presence problematic, and thought she ought to be strong enough to resist, while others imbibed. This is a cruel thing to do to someone you say you love... my point is this: if alcoholism and drug abuse are called addictions, how are people able to stop? If it is possible to stop, and most certainly it is, then is addiction a label we put on behaviour that is controllable via choice? 

Hiding behind the word addiction does not make us less responsible for our actions or the outcomes as consequences for our choices. Think with me, about the scenario I mentioned above, about the guy or gal in the car next to yours at a red light. The light switches to green, they press hard on their gas pedal when traffic begins to move, and as soon as there is an opening in front of your car, they cut in front of you, clipping your vehicle, and causing a metal smashing accident, leaving you, and many others, injured: Do you, dear reader, want to hear this: It isn't my fault, I am addicted to drugs, and I always drive high, I cannot help it. 

Meaninglessness is cultivated by our culture, but this does not take us off the hook as responsible citizens. Each person is created in the image of God, and each person must do their own work of self-discovery to learn what their life work in the world ought to be. We co-exist, and when people give themselves permission to be drunk or high all the live long day, they cripple society, weakening it, and making it vulnerable to the wolves that roam while searching for prey. If the young and strong among us are sapped of their vigour, who will protect the even younger, and more vulnerable?

Each generation must learn from experience it would seem, since so many refuse to learn from the not so distant past. The concentration camps of yesteryear, were faintly echoed and threatened, by global governments in the early years of the 2020 series. Extreme restrictions for travellers were implemented, and societies were told to "shelter in place", with the veiled threat of criminal charges, if and when, orders were not followed to the letter. Some people are still battling in the courts after being fined for not complying with wicked and corrupt misusage of the law. Herding people as though they are cattle, or a flock of sheep, is a sign of mental illness, meaning malignancy, and perhaps, this is the worst kind of "addiction", dear reader: people intoxicated with their own sense of power to command, demean, destroy, control, and condemn, other human beings.  

We do not know how valuable life is, or how wonderfully blessed we have been, until everything changes, and all we have, is stripped from us, leaving us bare and naked, without  a comfortable couch, over stuffed bellies, drinks and recreational drugs in abundance near by, and nothing what so ever to do, with making the world a better place. 

A spiritual awakening is what it will take, for man to see that all he has, has been given to him by God, and by God, can also be taken away. 

Perhaps we shall see rude awakenings soon, dear one. Let us pray that we are starting to get ready now, for what is to come. The Bible reveals much to those that seek the wisdom delivered there. We are not doomed, unless of course, we do not cling, to Christ. 

Deuteronomy 10:20

Thou shalt fear the LORD thy God: him shalt thou serve, and to him shalt thou cleave, and swear by his name

Trauma Dumping

Have you heard the phrase, trauma dumping, dear reader?

I recently learned about it, but did not need anyone to explain to me what it refers to; it is an oft experienced phenomena. Here is one scenario: you meet someone for the very first time, and perhaps the only time, in a grocery store or bank line-up, or perhaps, they have called you on your phone, and the onslaught of uninvited information begins shortly after you speak the word, Hello. 

You and I can learn a lot about a person that instantly starts sharing intimate life details, without developing rapport, and next trust, in relating. Here is what I have observed:

1. The person has a need to be heard, by everyone and anyone that will listen

2. The person is childish, meaning, they may be all grown-up physically, but they have never emotionally developed past the childhood stage; they have not healed from injuries and hurts incurred in their early years

3. The person seems incapable of thinking of others without attaching themselves: their stories are interwoven in an unhealthy manner, with others

4. The person divulges extremely personal information about people they know; people that would never share such intimate details

5. The person does not ask permission to share, they just dive in, lips and tongue moving at the speed of lightning

6. The person talks a lot and without a break

7. The person relies on others to be polite, by not interrupting their torrent of words

8. The person wants something; sympathy, compassion, pity, some kind of recompense for all that they have suffered and endured

9. Extricating yourself from the verbal onslaught can be difficult

10. Listening too long to someone that is comfortable dumping all of their traumatic stories on you because you have ears, will cause frustration, irritation, impatience, and perhaps have you resenting the loss of time, or should I say, the waste of time, spent on someone that has no discretion, or interest in knowing what you think, or how you feel, about being subjected to their verbal throw-up

11. People like this are selfish

12. People like this always make sure that all the focus, is on them. They are the star of the show, and they can get through an hour of hearing themselves talk without ever asking anything about the person listening

13. You can be an acquaintance, a friend, a co-worker, a sibling, a mate, a perfect stranger, and this person will fill your ears with their stories for as long as you are willing to let them, and the stories are replete with drama and trauma, every single time

14. This person does not read cues. They do not perceive that they are boring the listener, or that their sharing has become obnoxious. They do not read others, because self-absorption keeps their gums flapping and effectively, shuts down their own eyes, and ears, and sense of other

15. Just for good measure, let us consider one more aspect to this whole trauma dumping extravaganza: when you finally break free from the talker, you may feel drained and the need to shower, allowing shampoo to wash over your brain through your ear holes. 

There is a sense of decorum that must be kept when we relate to one another. Getting to know a person takes time, and there must be interest in sharing on both sides. Years ago, I realized that one of my friends had a list of people she would call: if she could not get a hold of the first person on her list of listeners, she would call the next and the next after that, imparting whatever new difficulties she had to deal with, each time she called. I started to avoid her calls, and dread seeing her name on call display. I finally told her that after talking to her, I felt drained. She had a way of manipulating me and making me feel badly, if an when I did not take her calls, because there was always something urgent happening, and what kind of friend, isn't available, when you need them? 

Relationship ought not feel obligatory. Relationship, when healthy and wholesome, is reciprocal and guilt free. One-sided relating, is lopsided, and relationship can only be righted, when there are two investing, two involved, two exchanging thoughts, stories, and sentiments, and not, for goodness sakes, always focused on drama, trauma, difficulties: how can someone always have problems with everyone they know?

If you love trauma dumping, then you may have a sick fascination for awful circumstances and situations. You have at it then, while I slip away, and find myself a quiet corner to enjoy! 

Trauma dumping... who wants that kinda yuck all over them? 

Not I. 

Off Mission

A sincere saint recently spoke an interesting excuse that seemed like a reasonable rationale for missionaries that were cv inoculated: Missionaries couldn't travel abroad without the vaccinations...

It has taken me a couple of days to have this concept bubble up to the surface of my awareness, since conversation in our group was tangential and multi levelled. Here is what I know, dear reader: God does not need us to save others, since he predestines salvation for his chosen remnant. To believe that we must jump through man made hoops laced with toxins that poison healthy human bodies, in order to do the work God has for us, is insanely prideful. We must not believe that sin is blessed by God, or that our testimony is rich with truth, when the vehicle we ride in on, is a big fat hairy lie from the devil. 

Let no man say when he is tempted, I am tempted of God: for God cannot be tempted with evil, neither tempteth he any man: But every man is tempted, when he is drawn away of his own lust, and enticed. Then when lust hath conceived, it bringeth forth sin: and sin, when it is finished, bringeth forth death. Do not err, my beloved brethren. Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above, and cometh down from the Father of lights, with whom is no variableness, neither shadow of turning (James 1:13-17)

We are tempted with evil, but it is never of God. Lust tempts men, and when they are drawn in and enticed, sin is brought forth. Sin leads to death

God gives good and perfect gifts, and he cannot be accused of tempting or enticing a saint, to commit sin, in order to accomplish his purposes. God doesn't play good cop, bad good, white then black, light then darkness with shadows looming, holy then evil, pure then putrified. If being injected as ordered by wicked government authorities, is the requirement in order to share the gospel abroad, or to travel across borders, then I suggest the "missionary" is not called; alternatively, he may not be called during this time frame, to do godly work in another country. 

Now when they had gone throughout Phrygia and the region of Galatia, and were forbidden of the Holy Ghost to preach the word in Asia., after they were come to Mysia, they assayed to go into Bithynia: but the Spirit suffered them not (Acts 16:6) 

Paul was a travelling missionary preaching the gospel, and when he came to the region of Asia, the Holy Ghost forbade him and the men with him, entrance. They next arrived at Mysia, and attempted to undertake preaching in Bithynia, but once again, the Spirit "suffered them not", meaning, they were not permitted entry. God had other plans for these itinerants. 

If any man among you seem to be religious, and bridleth not his tongue, but deceiveth his own heart, this man's religion is vain. Pure religion and undefiled before God and the Father is this, To visit the fatherless and widows in their affliction, and to keep himself unspotted from the world (James 1:26, 27)

As I recall, there were people held captive in cruel isolation, sick and dying alone in hospitals, and in nursing homes, during the cv craze that washed over a world  of people, that begged to be enchanted. There are fatherless children in every country, including the ones you and I reside in: widows are abundant and in need of tender loving care too, so why not be the love of God for locals? Why pray tell, would God have you, or I, or anyone else, injected, in order to serve? 

Look again at James:

Men among us seem religious

They do not bridle their own tongues

They deceive their own hearts

Their religion is vain

Pure religion before God AND the Father is

To visit the fatherless in affliction

To visit the widows in affliction

And finally, and most powerfully

To keep himself unspotted from the world

I suggest to you, that we humans get very attached to who we believe we are, and it is the lust of this type of self-important attachment to titles and or positions we hold, that stop up our ears, and prevent of us hearing and heeding the Holy Ghost when we are forbidden, or not suffered, to go and do what we want to do.

There isn't a Christian anywhere that was told by the Holy Ghost that it was acceptable for them to wear masks, socially distance, stay home from work, keep their children away from other people, sanitize their hands obsessively and incessantly, or get the noxious injections prepared by Satan's workers of iniquity to keep our employment or cross borders to do God's work. Any participation in the protocols is sin, and collectively, we have a lot of repenting to do, for not trusting in God's sovereign will, his exceedingly generous providential care, and his warnings that keep us not only from evil that harms the body, but preserves our conscience when we abide in him. 

A person's mission may be aboard, but we are useless and insipid, if we are not conforming to Christ where we are planted. Christians must remain unspotted in the world, and not act like heathens that hate the Lord, by following wayward men that care not for the will of God. 

Do not comply with the wishes of wicked men that hate you so much, they want your life extinguished. 

Assisted Suicide As Social Pathology

I started reading a book yesterday and came across the term social pathology in reference to suicide. In 1972, suicide was decriminalized in Canada. I was five years old at the time, and I do recall, years later, hearing something about this in the news; it is a vague memory, and one that I highlight here, because at the time, it was a source of curiosity to me, something I did not understand. I did not have the urge to investigate the matter, but it does stand out as a frozen in time memory.

It used to be illegal to attempt suicide; an arrest-able and chargeable offence. This idea was an oddity, a notion that I could not conceptualize, and all these years later, I see how very twisted society has become, in their approach to those among us that are suffering extreme mental anguish, or spiritually enduring demonic torment, enough so, that they are pathological, and want to kill themselves. 

Man is a nasty sort of creature that corrupts and convolutes. Murdering self or other, is a crime against God and humanity. Self-murder is violent and a no-turning-back act that leaves the killer bereft of opportunity to make things right in their sphere of influence, in their circle of relationships, or even, in their chances, of having reciprocal relationships of value at all. 

Carswell Pocket Criminal Code, 2010, Criminal Code 241, pages 192, 193:

Suicide 

241. Counselling or aiding suicide - Everyone who

       a) counsels a person to commit suicide; or

       b) aids or abets a person to commit suicide, whether suicide ensues or not, is guilty of an indictable offence and liable to imprisonment for a term not exceeding fourteen years.

I indict here, in writing, the Canadian Government of Canada. I indict again, in writing, the death doulas and killing medical staff, the brothers, the sisters, the moms and dads, daughters and sons, the friends and relatives, that aid and abet the murder of human beings by assisting them in committing suicide. They have committed an indictable offence liable to imprisonment according to the criminal code pocket book of law, dated 2010. Of course, dear reader, my noisome indictments hold no water, they are ice cubes melting in my hand. 

I write, to instil fear in the killers that take life, while playing pleasant background music to soothe the one that gives up their earthly existence without God's approval, whilst candle light softens the severity of the situation. Praying, singing sweet and familiar rest in peace musical favourites, does nothing to mask the macabre and murderous circumstances. Murder is, murder, and it cannot be made pretty, or sweet, or kind, or light and acceptable, because it is a crime to kill this way, to take life that does not belong to you, or to me: God has all the legal rights of possession for each one of us, and to pick our death date, is to suggest that his sovereignty is of no consequence. 

What is of consequence, dear reader, is the blood on the hands of the killers that help usher a person from this life into the next. RIP is not a possibility for those that have not reconciled with the Lord, and so, not only have the assistants helped kill another, or many, human beings, they have hastened them to the permanent place of suffering, of which there is no return or reprieve. Killing self or getting aid to do so, does not promise a better future in the next life, it is a running full speed on the road of perdition to the hell of damnation. 

For shame, for pathetic and pitiful shame, to have as a profession, the discontinuance of lives, the offing of other human beings. Social pathology is evident in the murderers, and it is evident in governments that caustically, and cavalierly, commend others to this heinous act of destroying life. 

People are very sick, and they are verily, dying. People have been drugged and dosed, poked and prodded, tested and examined; been given prescriptions and potions, injections and poisons, and bodies are rebelling against the onslaught, glitching and malfunctioning, and many wonder, What will become of me, I feel worse every day and no one seems to be able to help or make this better...

God did not poison us, humans have poisoned each other, and dying without Jesus does not make it all go away; dying without Christ as Saviour, just means you will die again, and be forever trapped in your pain, with eternity to regret your choices, your life, your death while you were alive. 

The social pathology of the killers amongst us is evident, and glaringly obvious to those that belong to God Almighty. It is soul sickening. to see the droves of people that walk their own plank, believing they are empowering themselves and others in aiding and abetting suicide. This last sentence has double meaning:

• The killers walk their own plank when they take life
• Those that commit suicide walk their own plank, when they pick their death date

The blood thirsty sharks swimming in the waters of the deep below, will have their fill when the dead bodies drop; and the newly separated souls. will sink into the abyss, never to been seen or heard from again. 

Just to be very, very clear. It does not matter how man tampers with the laws that God has established. It makes no difference to the Almighty if criminal codes are mangled and killing is decriminalized. His laws are immutable, and it is man that will pay for the injustices he has committed in the eyes of his Creator. 

To reiterate and drive this point home:

241. Counselling or aiding suicide - Everyone who

       a) counsels a person to commit suicide; or

       b) aids or abets a person to commit suicide, whether suicide ensues or not, is guilty of an indictable offence and liable to imprisonment for a term not exceeding fourteen years.

This law penalizes offenders up to fourteen years. The unrepentant, will not get off so easily, and this is the mildest statement I have made today. Let your imagination run wild with the endless retribution possibilities for killing another. 

God & Christmas Cactuses

• God put the pink in the Christmas cactus bloom
• God made the baby to bubble up with full bodied laughter
• God formed the eyes to plead, to brighten, to express sorrow, joy, concern, consternation, care
• God shaped hands to pick-up, let go, climb, sculpt, strum and tap a tune, hold and link with another, to touch
• God fashioned feet for transport, support, standing, moving, planting
• The nose God made, as a detector of deliciousness, of aromatics, and as a tell-tale detector of disgusting

The senses are of God - God outlines and fills in, in living colour, in mild and strong scents, in subtle tunes and loud tones and visa versa; in soft and cuddly, rock hard and impenetrable, in sweet and sour, sugary and savoury.

Over night, snow has taken its white place, poised and balanced in layers, on tree branches. In my home, a Christmas cactus sits silently, replete with glorious buds, that cheerfully threaten to bloom bright pink at any moment. The plant has a way of growing up and out and long and green and then there are these tiny outcroppings that promise a display of spectacular for the eyes. How does it grow, dear reader? I do not mean to ask you to explain to me the mechanisms of its growth - even if you took the time to explain the particulars, you would not come close to explaining how the plant knows what to do, without a brain, without a soul, without a thought or conscience; and yet, intelligence in evident manifestly in the Christmas cactus. You and I can not make the cactus do what it does, when it does it; you and I cannot stop them either, unless of course, we remove them from soil, deny them water, and light...

Pink blooms

Baby laughter

Eyes that speak

Ears that see

Hands that make and break

Feet that go and stay

Tongues that taste 

Tongues that wag

Tongues that heal

Tongues that undo

Can you see me in the image next to this paragraph? I can be counted three times, four, if you include the tiny image of me in the picture on the wall. Can you see the snow sitting pretty on the tree just outside my window? There is the picture of the tree, the reflection of the tree in the glass door, and then, there is the real tree. Semblance and substance; images and intricate actually existing material. God does not draw stick figures in black and white that haven't any matter or fabric to stuff them, outline them, or fill them in. God created with genius, and we have been placed to discover, and then to shout our pleasure in praise, for all he has made, that is good, very very good!

For now we see through a glass, darkly; but then face to face: now I know in part; but then shall I know even as also I am known (1 Corinthians 13:12)

If you and I (eye) are catching glimpses of perfection in God's creation while we look, hear, taste, sniff, touch, sense, then imagine the perfection of heaven. Heaven bathed in full and constant Son light. Heaven brightly lit with purity, the saints clothed in Christ's righteousness. Being in the presence of the Almighty forever and ever more, is a heavenly image and thought, is it not, dear reader? I rely heavily on my sense of sight, but I ask you, What is heaven like to you, when you consider it? The Bible describes heaven, and perhaps you would like to go there and have a look into the realm solo. 

Perhaps you would like to go there...

While we are here, we have an offering from God that must not be refused. With our sense abilities, we can savour what he hath made for our pleasure; in return, we can praise and glorify the Creator in thanksgiving for every good and perfect gift from the Father of lights. 

Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above, and cometh down from the Father of lights, with whom is no variableness, neither shadow of turning (James 1:17)

Dear reader: The Christmas cactus does not vary in its performance of growth and blooming, because it was designed to behave a certain way - here I personify the plant by using the word behave, which is attributable to humans, and yet, the cactus surely is behaving! 

God does not change; he is not a variable element that must be adapted to, or adjusted for. God is immutable, and reliable, and the same yesterday, today, and forever. We can count on him in all things, in all circumstances; all of creation is evidential proof of his majestic providence.

Jesus Christ the same yesterday, and to day, and for ever (Hebrews 13:8) 

You may not be able to count on your fellow man to be consistent because humans have a fickle nature, but you sure can count on God to be everlastingly, powerfully, omnisciently the same, now and always. 

I pray your cactus blooms bright pink this Christmas, by the Almighty and tender hand of the LORD. 

NOTE: The cactus is acting like a cactus, and it doesn't even know it. 

Modernization Of Inoculation

Are ya up to date then?

Casually, I ask you, Are you up to date? Are you current? are you in the now of moderna, the modernization of inoculation?

The vial is the viable solution, the answer to every possible problem of modern man. Moms everywhere take their children for their check-ups and are asked this question about tiny Amelia or baby Noah: Are they up-to-date with their vaccinations?

Yes indeed, many a babe in arms, many a toddler new to toddling, are injected, and their bodies are rejecting, or attempting to reject, all the vile ingredients in the vial of solutions. I am nervous, dear reader, for these children and their parents. I am deeply concerned for the world of hurt, the hellish future, that awaits these humans as they fill up with illness and cancer as a reaction to the poisons they have been polluted with. 

Inoculation: the action of immunizing someone against a disease by introducing infective material, microorganisms, or vaccine into the body

Introducing infective material

Introducing microorganisms

Introducing vaccine into the body

Hi! I am infective material, and microorganisms are part of who I am. I would like to become well acquainted with your body, so I ask you to invite me in. How's about we agree that you and I really get to know each other well? When I say, get to know each other well, I mean intimately. I will take over your breathing, your heart beating, your interactive hormone and blood flow systems, your refuse removal operations, your grey matter, your joints and bones, and all of your inner workings. We, you and I, will become one. What do you say? Yes is the answer I want to hear, and I will keep asking, and suggesting, and requesting, and ever so nearly insisting, that eventually, I anticipate your agreement! 

Infective material, microorganisms, vaccine

Pathogens that may be bacteria, viruses, or fungi that possess the capability to cause infections

Dear reader, these are the vile substances that fill vials; injectors have no shame when they push the plunger of a syringe, after the sharp end of a needle is inserted into healthy human flesh. What is toted as life and health saving, is the exact opposite, and if it weren't for the strong delusion so many are blinded by, they would know that each time they are offered an infectious disease, or the insertion of microorganisms, they should become enraged and perhaps, engage in aggressively rebuking and chastising the poison pushers. 

Microorganism: a microscopic organism, especially a bacterium, virus, or fungus, ie: "healthy soil is full of microorganisms that feed on carbon from dead plants"

Now why would any of us, want to be injected with bacterium, viruses, or fungus? How is it that the majority of people still believe that their doctor knows best, when the doctors have had their brains battered and bruised with nonsensical propaganda, to the point of not questioning the crazy and convoluted contradictions that present themselves, in the field of "medicine". 

Listen: I am black and whiting the modern matter before us. If you keep getting injected, and you keep getting your children injected, then anticipate heart, lung, skin, blood, bowel, bone, mind, body, spirit, disease and suffering and ultimately, what is known as sudden premature death; and perhaps before death, an accompanying desire to die in order to escape the constant pain. 

We are approaching the six year mark of the initial push of covid injections, and cancer rates are skyrocketing, with injected subjects wondering why? I am telling you why right now, and you can choose to look at the facts, or turn your gaze elsewhere in denial. Either way, we are all witnessing the demise of health, the destruction of deductive reasoning, and the spellbound spiralling in a free fall, without chance of stopping the spinning. 

God does not want this for humanity. Manmade disease, and depositing into others, is demonic. Breaking free from this devastating delusion, will require soul searching, a deep desire to hear and speak truth, and a longing for God to rescue the deceived from their current state of sickness, to a state of forgiven grace, through Christ Jesus as Redeemer, Healer, Saviour of souls. 

Black and white truth, presented to you, must be considered as a possible explanation for all the sickness, suffering, and death we are witnessing. 

Trust in the LORD with all thine heart; and lean not unto thine own understanding. In all thy ways acknowledge him, and he shall direct thy paths (Proverbs 3:5-6)

Humans err grievously when they put their trust in other humans without question or doubt. Putting all of our trust in the LORD, is the wisest choice you and I can make. 

Heed biblical precepts, and turn your life around. 

NOTE: One of the most grievous violations of trust is that of parent to child. As parents put their trust in authoritative figures, they displace where their faith ought to be, and unwittingly give themselves and their offspring, over to the grim reaper, the father of lies, and the destroyer of lives, Satan himself. Children look to their parents as protectors, and it is grievous to see what has happened to the vulnerable in our midst. 

Empty Your Wallet Party

Years ago, I had girlfriends that would attempt to increase their family's income, by becoming sales representatives for companies that manufactured spices, essential oils, cookware, Tupperware, jewelry, clothing, candles and their accompanying accessories, and I will list one more focal item that I recall, purses. Designers are a dime a dozen, and brilliant marketers of products discovered, that if they could get sellable items into homes, chances were pretty high, that some would remain there, after being woman handled, fawned over, and adored, while other women, especially the saleswoman, encouraged the purchasing of a purse with the words, You deserve it! It looks so good on you, and it is an expensive designer label! I have heard these words asserting themselves in my thoughts: I have to have it. Have you, dear reader, had a similar experience?

Recently I watched a documentary about the debauching of a whole generation in Los Angeles. Rich kids with hundred dollar bills and expensive cars growing up neglected by their parents, left them bereft of belief in anything other than the materials they could get their hands on. Purse parties for their botox-ed and plastic surgery moms were the real deal; paying thousands of dollars for one bag was a badge of honour, and these authentic designer label purses, were treasured, and still are. A truly rich and vain person, would never consider being seen with a low end semi-knockoff bag, like the ones sold in the circles I travelled fifteen or more years ago. I think of the purses these women buy, and I imagine opening one of the bags wide and looking into the emptiness and next, looking them in the eye, and asking: So you paid for nothing? and then grinning widely, and adding, You paid for a purse that emptied your wallet?

The emptying of the wallet, dear reader, is perpetual for spenders like this. The endless circle of tail chasing for more of the same, has them frantic and frazzled. More money, more purses, more botox, more surgeries, more clothes, lipstick, eyeliner, more hair processing and less and less soul. Enslaved to their own carnal cravings, they become carcasses before their time, dead things that have no substance, just like the bags they buy so that they can brag, or show off. Before you start seeing me as envious, I will redirect our focus to the pearl of great price. 

Are you, dear reader, willing to empty your wallet, willing to sell all you have, willing to give what you have got, to have the greatest and most priceless, treasure of all? The original Designer does not sell his product door to door, although he stands and knocks, and will enter in when doors are open to him. The One that labels his handcrafted creations, has ticketed each creature that bears his image, as priceless; and lastly, the vessel, the shells you and I travel about in, can be enlivened, when God resides within:

Christ at your door:

Revelation 3:20

Behold, I stand at the door, and knock: if any man hear my voice, and open the door, I will come in to him, and will sup with him, and he with me

Christ paying the price

Matthew 20:28

Even as the Son of man came not to be ministered unto, but to minister, and to give his life a ransom for many

Christ indwelling 

Romans 8:9-11

But ye are not in the flesh, but in the Spirit, if so be that the Spirit of God dwell in you. Now if any man have not the Spirit of Christ, he is none of his. And if Christ be in you, the body is dead because of sin; but the Spirit is life because of righteousness. But if the Spirit of him that raised up Jesus from the dead dwell in you, he that raised up Christ from the dead shall also quicken your mortal bodies by his Spirit that dwelleth in you

You could, dear reader, be an empty bag of flesh, devoid of substance, while vaguely resembling your creator on the outside. What a sad state of affairs for you, if this is the case. It does not have to be so...

Listen for knocking

Hear his voice

Open the door

He will come in

He will sup with you and;

You will with him

Be ministered to

See him on the cross

Paying your ransom

Paying for your sins

And live, as Christ would have you living, freely, righteously, with his Holy Spirit quickening yours. Jesus is the resurrection and the life; we are dead men walking without him. Dead does not have to be your current or future state: you can be alive in Christ Jesus, now and forever, Amen. 

The things of the flesh are fleeting. We get a temporary thrill when we physically get what we think we need or want, but the sense of accomplishment fades quickly, to be replaced by an emptiness that craves more filling. Dear reader, don't empty your wallet for nothing in return; spend your life on what is precious in the sight of the Lord. Give your all to him, and the rewards will send you heavenward.