The Great Oppression & Justin Trudeau

If ever there was a man that could be called a communist of the first order, it would be Justin Trudeau. 

The dust has not settled: communistic covid has not abruptly stopped in its death tracks ... it rages on, ravaging and revolting against truth and justice. The war criminal, known as Justin Trudeau, is free to fly, free to come and go as he pleases without threat of arrest, incarceration, or the death sentence, for attempting to impose marshal law in many a Canadian community, and for committing mass murder under the guise of protecting civilians. 

The confusing and confounding issue I take with Justin Trudeau extends to all the people that mass formation indicates, believed him, trusted in him, did his bidding without hesitation or exception. Justin Trudeau was one of many pied pipers, leading whole families out of their way, out of The Way, and into the dark places and spaces of sickness and death. My confusion comes from my attempts at trying to understand how crazy took over when calm ought to have stilled fears; my confounding lies in the comprehending that no matter what lies are told, they are eaten up as delicious morsels, despite the poisonous ingredients, by people that do not know God, nor do they want to know him. Mana isn't their bread of choice; they prefer to sup on bleached, bland, nutrition less wonder bread. It is a wonder to me, dear reader, how they subsist on substitutes for the real thing. 

All of the wicked ones ought to be shaking in their stolen shoes right about now, because the few that spoke truth during the great oppression, are getting louder and louder, and what Jesus whispered into their ears during the pandemic of communistic covid, they are shouting, via loud speakers, from rooftops. Justin Trudeau has lost the platform he was handed. His usefulness has expired, and I wonder how he feels with all the hatred flowing in his direction? I wonder about all of Satan's mouth pieces ... Judas stated that he had shed the innocent blood, and then proceeded to hang himself. Justin didn't hand Christ over to the Romans to be crucified, but he sure did hand over the lambs that Christ died for, and God doesn't take kindly to murderers, oppressors, or to communists of the first order. 

I have prayed precatory prayers lately, that go something like this: Lord, please redeem ___________; bring them to their knees, convicted of their guilt, confessing their sins, and pleading for forgiveness through Christ our LORD. If they are not to be redeemed Lord, please hold them to account, remove them from their position of power, and recompense those they have injured via justice, accountability, and the full extent of your law. 

I have friends whose parents were murdered during the great oppression of communistic covid. They weep, mourning the extreme losses, and I weep too: the losses are too great, and I comprehend what came before this generation. I understand what it means now to be in the fight, and what my own father fought for when he killed communists that entered his native land as oppressors, He was twelve, gun in hand. He believed in God and the freedom he gives humanity, with lawful guidelines that tell us not to move border stones, not to steal, not to kill, not to bear false witness against our neighbour, and much more. 

Justin Trudeau said horrible, vile, malicious things, about those of us that refused to be cowed into taking poison into our bodies at his command. He had a script, a copycat script that was used by him and his killing cohorts, and we did not for one moment, believe a word he said; but we did hear him speak division to the nation he had been given demonic power to reign over, to our ruin. Alas, those were dark and dank days, and I could just shove off and move on but for the fact that people like Justin Trudeau still roam freely without tether or threat of repercussion, at least, that is the case right now ...  

Wicked people have a tendency to be arrogant and cocky publicly, while inside, in their private moments, they are tormented by demons that devour, nibbling with sharpened teeth, the spirit that resides within. There is no where that Justin Trudeau can go where he is not mocked and thought of as an idiot. He was a good puppet, but with his handlers hand removed, he is left lifeless, purposeless, and devoid of value in a world where mercenaries are spent and cashed in, one after the next, until they fade out of sight, never to be seen again. What a desperate waste of humanity. 

People are waking up, as the expression goes. People are sick and wondering why, and other people are telling them, and they are finally listening. Truth cannot be buried, at least, not for long. Jesus resurrected, Truth incarnate, in three days, from the grave, and these facts give people like you and me, hope that no matter what the murderously wicked have plotted and planned, they will forever be outmatched by the Author of life. 

Ezekiel 18:4-9

Behold, all souls are mine; as the soul of the father, so also the soul of the son is mine: the soul that sinneth, it shall die. But if a man be just, and do that which is lawful and right, and hath not eaten upon the mountains, neither hath lifted up his eyes to the idols of the house of Israel, neither hath defiled his neighbour's wife, neither hath come near to a menstruous woman, and hath not oppressed any, but hath restored to the debtor his pledge, hath spoiled none by violence, hath given his bread to the hungry, and hath covered the naked with a garment; He that hath not given forth upon usury, neither hath taken any increase, that hath withdrawn his hand from iniquity, hath executed true judgment between man and man, hath walked in my statutes, and hath kept my judgments, to deal truly; he is just, he shall surely live, saith the Lord God. 

I do not hesitate to hold scripture as my standard to compare you and I, to God's ideal and just, man or woman. The Bible describes the wicked perfectly, and the just equally perfectly ... Justin Trudeau does as his daddy the devil demands, and God help the man, if he does not repent for his crimes against Canadians.

Conflict Resolution

WARNING: long read ahead with some chastising mixed in for good measure.

Lies, they have a way of wreaking havoc externally, and ultimately, internally. 

Steps and stages

The external: someone lies to you, you believe the lie, and take action based on what you now believe. In short order, you experience some type of discomfort that starts out as an inkling, a tiny piece of suspecting, that something is amiss. The inkling grows into a frowning irritation that fades in and out of your knowing, popping up periodically to prod you, to prompt you, to pay attention. Lastly, you get hit over the brain with confirmation that forces you to narrow your eyes in focus mode, so that tracing back in time occurs. 

1. There was a lie 

2. Then the belief

3. Then the discomfort

3. Then the inkling 

4. Then the suspecting something is amiss

5. Then the frowning irritation

6. Then the knowing with prodding and prompting

7.. Then the confirmation that forces focus

They lied, you believed. You got caught in a lie, but wait a minute, Does that mean you believe liars, you believe lies? Does this mean you are a liar too? Does this mean you are capable of lying to yourself to accommodate a deceiver, making you, equally deceptive? 

Ask me how I know this sick cyclical pattern and I will tell you, we have all lived it, over and over again. We all have our reasons for lying and believing liars, and none of them are justifiable. There was one Man/God that could not tell a lie, and this is why he is known as Truth. Just typing that last sentence has me pausing as I type this one. The Bible says this about truth:

John 8:32

And ye shall know the truth, and the truth shall make you free

My question to you, following the scripture you just read, is: What do you need to be made free from?

I can simplify this for you dear reader, if you allow me. Mixed and mingled into all of our ungodly behaviours, are forms of lying, and the ten commandments are the single best source of identifying and pinpointing, where you and I deviate, engaging in self and other deceptions to our own detriment. I could send you off to The Bible for an update on what God commands, but we are here now together. As an exercise in self-discovery regarding your tendencies toward sin, let us look toward scripture for a keen comprehensive understanding, of how lying causes severe soul injury, co-lateral damage for the ones we profess to love, and results in spiritual conflict that needs resolving. 

And God spake all these words, saying, 

I am the LORD thy God, which have brought thee out of the land of Egypt, out of the house of bondage. 💔 Bondage, dear reader, is slavery ... are you a slave to sin?

Thou shalt have no other gods before me. Gods ... what do you worship as though it is your sovereign, reigning and ruling over you? Is it money as your honey, is it booze as your babe, is it power as your precious?

Thou shalt not make unto thee any graven image, or any likeness of any thing that is in heaven above, or that is in the earth beneath, or that is in the water under the earth. 💔 Do you have any of those evil eye symbols hanging about as pretend talisman protectors; or perhaps a horseshoe hung so that the luck doesn't fall out; perhaps you have a buddha in your backyard, or a frog in a yoga pose decorating your garden?

Thou shalt not bow down thyself to them, nor serve them: for I the LORD thy God am a jealous God, visiting the iniquity of the fathers upon the children unto the third and fourth generation of them that hate me; 💔 Have you bowed down to the almighty dollar any time in the recent past? Did you get injected with covid to keep your cash flowing? Were perfect strangers your bosses, and have you ensured your future based on their misleading messages, thereby visiting upon your offspring the iniquity of your injurious obsequiousness to filthy lucre? Did you know that by bowing down before anyone or anything, other than God Almighty, that you display your hatred for him? And showing mercy unto thousands of  them that love me, and keep my commandments. 💖 Perhaps you kept, and continue to keep, God's commandments: well done, dear reader, God's mercy is upon you. 💔 If you have not kept God's commandments, and you want to start, now is a very good time to engage in some conflict resolution. You are here now, for a reason, why not fall on your knees, pleading your guilt, in order to ask God to make you into an honest person, that turns away from sin and toward relationship with him? Why not?

Thou shalt not take the name of the LORD thy God in vain; for the LORD will not hold him guiltless that taketh his name in vain. 💔 OMG ... do you say this, dear one? How about G O D with damn added on? What about saying, JESUS, with emphasis in a sentence when you are expressing angst, irritation, or have stubbed your big toe? Oh no, oh no you didn't. Stop that immediately. God does not like it; he hears the utterances each time you causally or caustically use these terms, and he marks you as guilty, as someone that curses him. Stop this right now.

Remember the sabbath day, to keep it holy. 💔 Is Sunday your funday, for shopping, lunch or dinner out; just another day of the week? Perhaps you haven't a clue that God says rest is the best on the sabbath, because that is exactly what he did after his work of creation was complete. Maybe you have forgotten that there is a time for work, a time for play, and a time to soak up and savour all that is good and worthy of your attention, when you acknowledge God as your provider. This coming Sunday may be the one you take to quietly enjoy all that God has done, and continues to do, for you. Six days shalt thou labour, and do all thy work: But the seventh day is the sabbath of the LORD thy God: in it thou shalt not do any work, thou, nor thy son, nor thy daughter, thy manservant, nor thy maidservant, nor thy cattle, nor thy stranger that is within thy gates: 💔 If you do not work on a Sunday because your place of employment is shut that day, but you go out and shop, or eat out, you are causing others to work, to serve you. No, no, that is a no-no, according to God's commandments. For in six days the LORD made heaven and earth, the sea, and all that is in them, and rested the seventh day: wherefore the LORD blessed the seventh day, and hallowed it. 💖 You can rest, dear reader. God made the seventh day holy, and whether you decide the seventh day is Saturday, or Sunday, that is a day for you to enjoy time off of all merchandised activities. Sunday is my day of rest, because the New Testament tells us that Jesus resurrected on the Sunday following his Friday crucifixion. You pick a day and do what God commands, because if he can rest, so can little old me and you. 

Honour thy father and thy mother; that thy days may be long upon the land which the LORD thy God giveth thee. 💔 You didn't pick your parents, but then again, they didn't pick you either. God decided who to send you to, and those people that you call mum and dad, didn't always do the best they could, but somehow, you are related to them, and they aren't going anywhere anytime soon. If you still have a parent in your life, it is a commandment to honour them, and there is a promise of your days being longer as a result. I don't know your situation, but I do know that parents are not to cause their children trouble, or to vex them; being abused by a parent is unacceptable, but just not taking care of them because you prefer to avoid the responsibility, means you dishonour them, and disobey God. Take good care of your aging parents, and do the best you can for them: this glorifies your heavenly Father that knows and sees all, including what is in your heart. 💞 On the flip side, your parents may have loved you so much they blessed you generously in every way they knew how, even when you didn't deserve it. Isn't it just and right to give back as much as is possible, to thank them for their care of you when you were young, wild, and free?

Thou shalt not kill. 💔 One might think that not killing is an automatic life affirming agreement we can make with one another and yet, we see the cavalier committing this crime against God and his created beings, all the time. If you work for the government and do not question your orders, or if you teach children and tell them they must line up for injections, you are part of the killing army that does the bidding of the murderous devil. If you work at the hospital, and suggest to each patient that they must be up to date on all vaccinations, you are unwittingly lying to yourself about the role you are actively playing in the demise of the people you believe you are protecting. Do you, dear reader, wonder what the outcomes are for the words ushering from your mouth, when people take your advice, or strong suggestions? Have you maimed or killed anyone, yet?

Thou shalt not commit adultery. 💔 Now, if you are flirting with the idea that flirting with someone other than your spouse is acceptable, then that first kiss with your crush will not come as a surprise. Next, when you and your chosen cheating partner, fit your private parts together in stolen moments of intimacy, know that you have given yourself over to the greatest betrayal ever experienced by your spouse, and have forfeited any and all trust you ever had with that person. Adultery destroys marriage, ruins families, and impairs and impedes healthy and normal development, for sad and wounded children, that are subjected to broken relationships. Think twice before looking outside of your marriage for attention and favour. In the long run, you may be sad and lonely in your marriage, but then again, perhaps you and your spouse will mature, given time, and you will one day appreciate each other, once again. 

Thou shalt not steal. 💔 What isn't yours, just plain old, isn't yours. What isn't yours, belongs to someone else, no matter what the thing, or creature, happens to be. If it ain't yours, don't touch it, don't be tempted to take it; leave it, leave it ... and walk away. When we take what does not belong to us, we leave a hole in the person it belongs to. Not mine, means I can't have it, so I refrain; it is that simple. 

Thou shalt not bear false witness against thy neighbour. 💔 Well now, you may not like those neighbours of yours, and frankly, they may not like you a whole lot either, but that is no reason to talk about them, and tell other neighbours tales that have a touch of truth, with a heavy taint of slander. You ask, Who pray tell, is my neighbour? Everyone dear reader, everyone is your neighbour. We must bite and bind the tongue when we are tempted to retaliate, or when we are feeling jealous or petty, and want to bring someone else down by saying things that are not true about them, to anyone that will listen. Have you ever been gossiped about, and misrepresented? If you have, you know how horrible this feels, and how you might want to get back at the back biter, but alas, we do not repay evil with evil. This said, let's all lasso the tongue, and keep it under restraints, to save our neighbourhoods from destructive forces that burn fences and bridges too. NOTE: to bear false witness is legally reprehensible, and can cause hardship for the one wronged. The damage can be catastrophic, and life altering for the victim falsely witnessed against. 

Thou shalt not covet they neighbours's house, thou shalt not covet thy neighbour's wife, nor his manservant, nor his maidservant, nor his ox, nor his ass, nor any thing that is thy neighbour's. 🖤 If only the globalists didn't suffer from hungry eyes that devour all before them, especially all the people and things that belong to others. If only the grass wasn't greener across the street, and people actually appreciated what they have, and who they have in their lives. Each time we want what others have, we are letting our own family members know that they are not enough, that they are missing that certain something, and that we would rather be somewhere else. It is a miserable life when there is no gratitude, and when the search is forever on for better than what is before us. Coveting has to be one of the more grotesque states of mind, for those that suffer from it: it is an ugly ravenous dissatisfied contemptuous beast, on the backs of those that are burdened thusly. Thanking God for his provision is one amazing way to break the strangle hold of covetousness; sharing what we have with those we love, and with those in need, is yet another way to ensure that we do not gather in more than we require out of greed. Generosity is a state of mind that says, I want for nothing, and want to sharing this feeling with you. 

So here we are together, dear reader, ending our time with a reminder to work toward conflict resolution, starting with honest to goodness truth telling to save our souls, and ending with the hope of freedom from sin, and its consequences, through Christ our LORD, Amen.  

I bid you adieu.

Sickos - If Only

Doctors are amongst the sickest people in the world. I type this morning realizing I am experiencing extreme angst, something so unhealthy that my soul is unsettled. 

People are still doing it ... they are still lying to themselves about life, about death. What's a gal to do, I ask you, when the march of death is on and the masses, like penguins, limp and waddle their way toward precipice. 

I have her perfume: it's called Poison. Who would name a perfume Poison? I forget it is there. This morning I spotted the blood red jar and lifted the lid. I drew the bottle under my nostrils and inhaled. There she was: my sister's signature scent brought me to her. I dreamt about her recently. We embraced for a very long time as I wept. The holding, the pulling her close, was for me. I wasn't trying to help or heal her, I just held her and she hugged me tenderly too. I needed that. 

I know people are still doing it, getting injected while they face myriad, strange, and incurable illnesses. What was that thriller movie called, the one where the psychopathic killer came at his victim, knife raised, while they were showering? Ya, that is how I see what is happening. Psychopathic poison pushers stand poised and ready to inject, while unbeknownst to the patients, they await their death stabbing. 

In my late twenties, I had an ear infection. I was on antibiotics, and the more of them I took, the worse I felt, but I thought they were supposed to make me feel better. Under this uneducated belief, I took a middle of the night dose hoping to be cured of the lousy feeling that was taking over my entire body. In the morning, when I flicked on the bathroom light and saw my face and neck, I was shocked to see welts. Not knowing what caused the raised, red, angry looking welts, my former husband and I went off to emergency to discover, I had broken out in hives as a reaction to something in the antibiotics. Lesson learned.

Some people learn from other people's mistakes, some people learn from their own, and some people never learn. I wonder, if the majority of people fall heavily into the, some people never learn category. To be forewarned is to be forearmed: alas, individuals have lost their senses, meaning they are not only not reading the room, they are not reading the signs of the times. 

In common parlance, instincts, a sixth sense, trusting your gut, following intuition, means there is an inner knowing of danger, or of what is to come. When you and I know there is danger, it behooves us to fight it if it is in our face, or to move quickly away for self-preservation. It appears to me that this switch of knowing has been permanently flicked to off - instead of second guessing strangers and the dangers they bring with them, people trust as though their lives depend upon it. My God in heaven, people trust other people, as though their lives depend upon them, to keep them from harm, and to preserve them too. 

Christians speak of discernment. It is the gift of God's voice, the sweetest steering and clearing voice one can ever silently hear. If only ... If only people cocked one ear heavenward and shut their big as a bass mouths, and listened to HIM ... if only. 

Periodically I watch television with my mother and son. Drugs with all their side-effect warnings are commercialized, one after the next, getting so much air time that one would have to be an utter idiot not to notice that the very drugs being pushed, are poisonous too, and while the suggestion is that they may cure one problem, they cause so many more that to take them, is to put one's life in jeopardy. Some of the ads have gorgeous people doing fun and fabulous things ... the unspoken proposition, is: If you suffer from this or that condition, you need a certain drug in order to continue your active and delightful lifestyle. That is what the public bought: the lie that life will be long, that they will prosper, and they will not have to think about their health, if only ... if they just ... take this, and accept that, and Do as I say, and all will be well with you. 

God did this first, dear reader. He effectively said, Do this, and Don't do that, and all will be well with you. The Israelites didn't listen to him, preferring to pick their poisons as suggested by the devil, and to hell with the side-effects, the co-lateral damage, the carnage, illness and death of the soul, it would cause. To this point, we have causation: sinning causes soul sickness; trusting wicked wacko strangers with your health and wellness causes body ailments that rot and kill wholesome God made tissue. That is what we are taking about, dear one. Peace with God is life, and peace with the world is a selling of the soul. Disobedience to his commandments is the equivalent of backing up into the dagger that is poised to enter into your back, or running toward the blade aimed at your heart .... or going to a pharmacy or to your doctor for your next, in-the-arm-injection. 

Thus saith the LORD; Cursed be the man that trusteth in man, and maketh flesh his arm, and whose heart departeth from the LORD. For he shall be like the heath in the desert, and shall not see when good cometh; but shall inhabit the parched places in the wilderness, in a salt land and not inhabited. Blessed is the man that trusteth in the LORD, and whose hope the LORD is. For he shall be as a tree planted by the waters, and that spreadeth out her roots by the river, and shall not see when heat cometh, but her leaf shall be green; and shall not be careful in the year of drought, neither shall cease from yielding fruit (Jeremiah 17:5-8)

I see people as the walking dead when they do not know Jesus as their Saviour. It is as plain as day to me because I am one of his creatures, not just because he formed and shaped me, but because I not only hear his voice, I listen for it, attune my ears and long to hear, and I have the gift to discern the times. While the sun is shining, there is darkness in humanity as they rush early to their graves. How horrifying it is, to witness this strange en masse agreement to assisted self-murder. 

It is father's day, and I can only think of one Good Father, that ought to be spoken of frequently and with reverence. He is the Good Shepherd, provider for the flock, and he wants none to be lost, wandering, bruised and bleeding. It pains me greatly to hear and see the suffering, knowing there is an answer that is not even considered in these desperate days of drugs and botox, vaping, fornicating and drinking. Godlessness has turned people and their poison pushers into sickos, and today my angst is tangible with this knowing. 

I end with this suggestion. Do not forfeit your life, dear reader, for emptiness, for hollow and shallow promises of pleasure that are fleeting and injurious to your being. To live, is Christ, and nothing else with suffice ... If only I could inject this truth into all that I meet, into all that read these words; if only. 

Puck In The Face

Billets: families who invite players into their homes to be a part of their family during the hockey season. 

London Ontario, Canada

Young men living with billets, families that are not their own, mere teenagers, at a tender and hormonally charged age, are given by their parents to strangers to be housed so that they can play hockey and become competitive, with the hope of being chosen as an elite few, that get to experience the sport as professionals, paid for playing the game they love.  

This is a criminal act against these boys soon to be men: it is a form of child sacrifice. Once the care of these boys to men is relinquished to handlers, there is a no holds barred philosophy seeded into them, hardening their hearts to morals and ethics. Copious amounts of alcohol and sex, along with endless physical training and skill development for their sport, becomes the life of the impressionable, and man alive, it turns some of these young men into rapists and alcoholics. 

There was a hockey team in London a number of years ago. Their manager/handler set his sights on a young girl while the team was at a bar. Methodically, he filled her with alcohol, and something else, to ensure intoxication along with some form of awake-ness. She was alone, and the team had needs that the manager wanted taken care of, and she was the unwitting victim, carried into a hotel room, and abused by at least nine of the team mates. They were all invited to participate, and one by one, they said, via text, I'm in. 

I wonder how many times they did what they did? I wonder how many of them are drug addicts now, or alcoholics, not because they like the stuff, but because as a team, as a small and intimate group that shared the ice, they also partook in perversion, colluding with one another, excusing themselves and each other, despite being rapists, without any signs of regret, remorse, repentance. Sexual "addiction" is something else to consider, a behavioural side effect of wanton indulgence of sexual urges, with people that may or may not, consent to intercourse. When someone feels entitled to impose their body onto someone else's, what difference does it make who they do these things with? 

There is a sick cloak of secrecy amongst many a former and present hockey player. Being excellent at a sport draws eyes, and the sad thing that comes from this is idolatry. The player and their parents sacrifice much for the budding athlete, and the sport becomes the be-all-end-all, love of their life: they become deprived, depraved, and eventually devoid of any sense of caring for others. A teenage boy at the age of 16-17, still needs his father, and especially his mother, to lead the way, and also to call them out when they get too big for their britches. Hockey scouts and managers, team owners and trainers, want the boys to be confident and cocky, to win at all costs. The wicked amongst these handlers keep the boys well occupied when they are off the ice, with all manner of misbehaviour and sometimes, perhaps too often, they encourage heartless rape as a way of getting what they want without any consequences, until of course, someone blows the whistle to end their game. 

I was shocked when I learned there is a "slush fund" for this type of criminal behaviour. Imagine having to build into your budget, money that will cover culprits in cases of rape. Hockey players playing hockey, unimpeded, uninterrupted, is more valuable, then teaching these boys to men, that sisters, aunts, cousins, and mothers, must be protected and treated as precious. How many of these rapists have sister siblings that have had the same things done to them, that they did en mass to their victims? 

The men that were recently on trial in London Ontario, do not want to be found guilt of the crimes they clearly committed. They each had legal representation, and had their mothers by their side in court, and rather than coming clean, despite all the evidence proving them culpable, they tried to cover-up and blame the girl they viciously misused as though she wasn't a person to be kindly considered. Imagine with me, being a mom, or dad, and hearing the despicable things your child did, and now blatantly lies about, as they try to wiggle out from under the law that ought to have them rotting in jail. 

Is it the parent's fault for giving up their children to the god of ice, the idol of sticks, pucks, and catch them nets? I think there is something to look at here, dear reader. We must not ever, hand our vulnerable, susceptible, easily influenced children, over to strangers that take advantage of their talent, and indulge their whims, while encouraging the marinating and soaking of their sins, in alcohol. It makes bad people out of what could have been, good and honest men. 

There is another case pending, while this one is being deliberated by the judge, after hearing evidence and testimonies. These are the few cases that we know about: there is many a rape victim that silent suffers in shame, not knowing who to trust or how to begin the healing process. We live in a godless society, where pleasure is paramount, reigning supreme and effectually, killing conscience and turning people into mindless, merciless monsters. 

God sees all, and while these hockey players are hoping they will be let off the rapist meat hook, they know what they did, and so do their equally ignoble team mates. And ... their moms know too. 

A Heart

Everyone has one, but what, pray tell, is yours made of? 

I bought Goggles Livingstone for my son. My son is a self-described geek. He loves reading and writing, the very things that I prayed he would love; more importantly, he loves the Word of God, and preaching. We have had many a discussion about staying true to The Bible, and when he teaches via recorded messages, he does not add, nor does he take away, from what is in scripture. I used to call him a puritan, because of his desire to remain true to all that God gave us in the Good Book. He has learned through painful trial and error, that to deviate in any way, shape, or form, from what is plainly written, can be like driving one-hundred-forty in the wrong direction, into oncoming traffic, down a highway with a one hundred kilometre an hour limit: a crash is inevitable. Goggles Livingstone is a playful grinning planter of pleasure for my son and I, because the little character, named for his glasses, and the type of plant embedded in his head, remind us of him, my son Matthew. He is a brainiac that has spiritual eyes to see. We are living stones, dear reader, and we are the makeup of God's temple on earth, representing Christ Jesus. 

1 Peter 2:4-9

To whom coming, as unto a living stone, disallowed indeed of men, but chosen of God, and precious, ye also, as lively stones, are built up a spiritual house, an holy priesthood, to offer up spiritual sacrifices, acceptable to God by Jesus Christ. Wherefore also it is contained in the scripture, Behold, I lay in Sion a chief corner stone, elect, precious: and he that believeth on him shall not be confounded. Unto you therefore which believe he is precious: but unto them which be disobedient, the stone which the builders disallowed, the same is made of the head of the corner, and a stone of stumbling, and a rock of offence, even to them which stumble at the word, being disobedient: whereunto also they were appointed. 

But ye are a chosen generation, a royal priesthood, an holy nation, a peculiar people; that ye should shew forth the praises of him who hath called you out of darkness into his marvellous light. 

Goggles Livingstone needs sunlight and a periodic soaking of his soil. Because the little fella has eyes, I turn him toward the light in the morning to face the sun. It is a little laughable, a little silly, a little ridiculous to talk of him this way, and yet, we have attributed personality to this living-stone plant, with the glasses and face. The jutting green rock like structures protruding from the hollowed out planter are set in soil, and I weekly saturate said soil to ensure life continues. We are washed and rinsed, dear one, with rain, with tears, with conviction in our conscience, and when we remember to turn toward the Son, the Saviour, our only true source of pure light and love, we feel the brightening of our spirit. 

What, pray tell, is your heart made of? Is it a stone of stumbling, confounding you and keeping you from believing in the One, sent to save you from your sins? Or, dear reader, are you a lively stone, peculiar and precious, building up a spiritual house, as a part of a holy priesthood, a living sacrifice, acceptable to God by Jesus Christ, known as the corner stone. 

Believing in Jesus as Saviour is reserved for those that do not mitigate or mask their faults, flaws, foibles, faux pas: it is for the humble of heart that love Christ to the point of hating their own sinful nature. Those that love him ever-so, are repugnant to those that have hearts of stone; the latter do not want him to reign and rule in their personal or professional lives: they are antagonistic toward God, his Son, and his people. This explains much, does it not? It is thusly simplified, isn't that right, dear reader?

You don't have to agree with me, when I ask you if I am right. We don't have to understand the world the same way, especially if I speak of scripture and you have yet to read it. I am a nothing, a nobody, and as the Casting Crowns state in their lyrics, I am trying to tell everybody, about Jesus. He can be located in history immemorial and future without end, and read about in The Bible. Don't look to me or any other human to help you fix your eyes on God. Go to him directly, let your soiled soul soak in his wisdom, cleansing your heart of all unrighteousness, so that the Son can brighten your spirit to a radiant glow, as evidence that you have spent time in his glorious presence. 

May the God of wonders be with you today, and always, world without end. 

Psalm 40:5

Many, O LORD my God, are thy wonderful works which thou hast done, and thy thoughts which are to us-ward: they cannot be reckoned up in order unto thee: if I would declare and speak of them, they are more than can be numbered. 

Post Script

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God Is Not Waldo

Seeking God is kind of silly, more then kind of silly, it is ridiculous ... no wait, seeking God is outrageously stupid: there, I think I nailed the butterfly wing concept down with push-ins. 

There is something called ... hold your breath now, a seekers church. O, you already knew about that? Well of course you did, these institutions have been parading as parishes for a long time of pretending. Why are you being so downright mean about this?, you ask. My reply:  I have to tell you the truth, dear reader, otherwise I am remiss in my duties. Think with me, Why would you or I have to seek, search, look for, and eventually find, God, when he is everywhere, always, and forever? 

If I want to find Waldo, I have to look for him amid a mass of stories, tiny vignettes told on each page, with come alive characters that seem to be enjoying themselves solo, or interactively, as cartoon creatures. Is this what people are doing when they attend a seekers church? Are attendees looking for God in sugar coated pretend pastoral wagging tongues that use up words without tapping into meaning; in songs that sweetly sing of Jesus as a best friend, rather than the lamb of God, who takes away the sins of the world via his sacrifice on the cross; on projection screens with lyrics and images that move a person to sentimentality minus a striking of conscience; and in the actors that crowd the stage as a crew to perform a skit they practiced all week, that more often then not, has nothing whatsoever to do with sin and salvation? 

What about the concept of me not finding God, but God finding me? If I had coffee in my mouth just now, I would have sputtered it out onto the keyboard and screen in front of me. God made you and I, and we know not how, but here you are, reading, and here I am (was) typing, and holy God in heaven, how insane is it to think that God is searching for us, as though each of us is a version of Waldo in a massive conglomeration of collected people, places, and things. The thought makes me giggle, because that's just silly, that's just ridiculous, that's just stupid, and dumb too!

I attended a seekers church for many years. I was already saved, which is the terminology we Christians use to indicate we have been redeemed by the blood of Christ after acknowledging our sin, repenting, and giving God all the credit and glory (another Christian term), for his mercy, forgiveness, and saving grace gift of new life in Jesus Christ as Lord. There was nothing I could do or say to have God save me from myself. I wasn't seeking him, because I knew he existed, undeniably so. I wasn't lost, and then found either; while I was wandering and wondering how I could live with myself, and with the guilt and shame of all the things I thought, and all the things I had done, that were offensive to God, he had me weeping at the age of twenty-two in gratitude, when I realized I didn't have to be perfectly well behaved, performing like a well trained monkey (more on that in a bit), I was required to acknowledge HIM, as God Almighty. There was a quickening in my spirit, a coming alive to knowing God, and the freedom from the burden of conscience was astounding, and still is, each time I pray for and receive, strength from my God to sin no more. 

I had someone say to me, Linda, you are good, but you aren't Jesus - you will forgive me for not giving you a back story for this statement; I cannot recall what came before or after this one line that has marked my memory all these years. This rebuke came at me like a dagger to my heart, spoken by one of the onstage performers at the seekers church. I have mulled over this many a time, and recently I revisited the thought and realized: I didn't want to be Jesus, I just didn't want to be me. Jesus is perfect, holy, sinless and, pristine! I was mucky and mired and messy and embarrassed of myself, constantly admonishing me with that finger in your face verbalized message, You shouldn't have said that; You shouldn't have done that; Seriously, again? When will you learn? Just speak less, behave appropriately, and we won't have to have another one of these conversations. If I behaved, like a good and well trained monkey, I wouldn't have to feel so badly, about being bad. Good God in heaven, works based doctrine had tricked me into believing that if I tried hard enough, I could be as good as Jesus. I have to laugh at this now in retrospect, because that is a meat hook I never want to be on again, and I am so joyful at having been taken off that hanger. 

My point is this: you have a conscience, we all do. When we go against the will of God, the conscience screams, Hey you, I saw that, I heard what you said, that isn't right. That is God's way of saying, I am right here, speaking to you. We don't have to go looking, he is present. In the seekers church, there is a lie told without words, that you can find God in the services they provide, as though your attendance there, will draw you closer to your Creator. They tell you, sing to you, play act for you, about a Waldo God that can be found, and you get to indulge the idea that it is up to you to have a relationship with him, using your freedom of choice to attend church, and consider whether or not you want him in your life. A true Christian does not want God in their life, they know he is not only there, but that he is at the helm, steering the ship toward heaven, and away from shipwreck.  

Many a Christian is now churchless. Most churches are apostate, and they are so worldly that it is impossible to tell them apart from the synagogues of Satan. They do not honour and obey God, as the God of The Bible, but playact as they perform for the crowds; for the people that think they can toy with the idea of God being real, not all powerful, but actually existing. 

God, is not Waldo. God will not be mocked. God is listening, he is watching, and he is mercifully measuring time for us to snap out of the stupor, fall on our knees, and worship him as Sovereign. 

1 Chronicles 29:11-12

Thine, O LORD, is the greatness, and the power, and the glory, and the victory, and the majesty: for all that is in the heaven and in the earth is thine; thine is the kingdom, O LORD, and thou are exalted as head above all. Both riches and honour come of thee, and thou reignest over all; and in thine hand is power and might; and in thine hand it is to make great, and to give strength unto all. 

No Honour - I had to do it

There is no honour among thieves. A fraud, a fake, or in more specific terms, a malefactor, cannot be trusted, since lying is a way of life for them, and tricking people is a form of entertainment, a way of giving them hits of glee when their spitefulness turns into folly for the unsuspecting. 

I will give the malefactors a great compliment: they sure do know the dark side of human nature, and have shone black light onto the inner workings of the masses. The malefactors understand the love of money, and the devious nature that winds and twists its way into grey matter, then vine like works its way down, rooting itself into and around the heart, to grip and squeeze love of life and liberty to death. The effects, you ask? This adoring of the almighty dollar, has gripped and squeezed so tightly, it has turned many an adult against himself, making them mentally and emotionally handicapped. In their desperation to hold onto what this world has to offer, they forsake true treasure, the pearl of great price: they can no longer relate to God or their fellow men, in a godly fashion. 

The why explained

I had to do it. This is the excuse used as an explanation, that people made when they felt coerced into getting covid injected. You read that correctly, they got injected with covid. Think with me on this sentence. People were injected with covid ... all that could go wrong in the human body, was meant to go wrong in the human body, via strange and iniquitous toxins, known to injure and kill creatures of all kinds. Only the naive believe that what they have received into their bodies was for their benefit. When someone does not understand what is happening at this point, it is because they really do not want to know, and they will tell you as much. 

I had to do it. Employment was at stake, and when we look at employment, and take away all the descriptions of what you and I do for a living, we see that money is intertwined, inherently. Think with me on the statement, What I do for a living. Does our work equate with living? Yes and no is the on the fence answer. We work to get paid to buy the things we need to sustain life, but the work and the pay and the things must not be made equal to actually living. Living is an extra-ordinary thing that is incomparable to any other occurrence. The great lie told and repeated is that in order to live, we must cling to our work as our source, as our be all, end all, and forsake all else to ensure we have cash flow. The evil ones knew that the majority of people are enslaved to their income, that without it, their abodes, modes of transportation, and ability to fill their bellies, were at stake, and they were willing to sign on the dotted line, without ever asking to read the fine print of product information.  

I had to do it. There were many reasons, and lots of explanations, but the fact remains, that as long as a person continues to say I had to do it, they continue to insist that they do not have freedom of will. I heard the strangest logic that had my mind bending, while I dropped my right ear toward my shoulder so I could listen intently with the left ear, aimed at the speaker that stated: I prayed that God would protect me, and I did all the protocols to prevent side effects, before I got the shots. The speaker knew that the injections cause maiming and can kill almost instantly, but she was confident she could out smart poison. Her organic body, made by God, was in her mind, going to be protected by him, while she sinned in her disobedience. 

Romans 12:9

Let love be without dissimulation. Abhor that which is evil; cleave to that which is good. 

1 Timothy 6:10

For the love of money is the root of all evil: which while some coveted after, they have erred from the faith, and pierced themselves through with many sorrows. 

I started this piece of writing with dumpy trumpy and the muskrat in mind. These two are quite the non-comedic pair, aren't they? What else do the filthy rich have to do, then entertain themselves by shooting insults and threats at one another, like a pair of SNL (Saturday Night Live) characters, pretending to hate one another, while back stage, the two laugh and cavort like naughty children that care not what the teacher thinks of their misbehaviour. The teacher, if we continue this scene, is God. While SNL's dark humour hits the funny bone in a most painful way, Trump and Musk are doing the same, black-lighting their sick humour at the expense of humanity. Mercenaries are merciless, dear reader, and while people are suffering because they had to do it, these sick bastards are dancing on graves, and having the time of their lives. 

The end of this writing has arrived, and the end of humanity will come quickly, like a thief in the night. I write for those that are on the cusp of acknowledging that they loved money more than they loved God or their fellow man, and they have some heartache over choosing very badly, very wrongly. I pray for souls to be saved as people come to grips with the fact that they did indeed have a choice, that they did not have to do it, meaning get the injections that were foisted by bullies they had never met. I pray and I pray some more, for honesty to become the newest and greatest best policy amongst the lost, because dear one, Truth makes us free, and that is the very best remedy for soul sickness. 

Dumpy trumpy and the muskrat make fools of themselves, publicly. There is no honour among thieves, and while they may or may not mean what they say to one another, they are slinging insults, and they are well deserved. Since wicked people cannot be trusted, it serves us well to witness how they turn on one another; while saints edify one another with scripture, these fellas demean and deplore one another, tweeting on twitter, X-ing and hexing one another in a most embarrassing, unbecoming manner. 

And the crowd goes wild ...