Dead Stop Statements

... for we can call nothing our own, but sin. There it is, dear reader, one of those dead stop statements that make it almost impossible to move forward past the thoughts that crowd into the mind and stampede the heart. What a startling and heart rending concept.

Here I directly quote Matthew Henry as he gives commentary regarding the first and freshest Christians, that immediately experienced the newness of life following the crucifixion, burial, and resurrection of Jesus, the Redeemer. 

They did not take away property, but they were indifferent to it. They did no call what they had their own, in a way of pride and vainglory, boasting of it, or trusting in it. They did not call it their own, because they had in affection, forsaken all for Christ, and were continually expecting to be stripped of all for their adherence to him. They did not say that aught was their own, for we can call nothing our own but sin. What we have in the world is more God's than our own, we have it from him, must use it for him, and are accountable for it to him (Matthew Henry, Acts to Revelation, page 42).

My mom told a story recently of a relative that cried when she was out in the open market in their home town. When the relative was asked why she was crying, she replied, I want it all. All she saw was all she wanted. Do you find this strange, or can you relate? Mine, all mine, is a sickness that needs curing; emptiness that needs filling cannot be fixed with things, or experiences, or people. Void is ravenous, and impossible to satiate. 

When I read about the first Christ followers, I long for their zeal and fellowship. They were one in the spirit, they were one in the Lord, and while they walked the earth, they were on a heavenly mission; knowing God personally made everything else fade into insignificance. Striving, establishing, accumulating, making a name and reputation as a very important person (VIP), being some kind of big deal and proving worth, just didn't matter to these guys and gals that were filled with God's grace. 

● How attached are you, dear reader, to the pride of life that screams of vainglory and self-importance? 

● Do things matter to you more than God's will and way for you?

Matthew Henry humbles me in his humility. Let us look again, at what he observed and recounted regarding the earliest of believers:

They did not take away property, but they were indifferent to it. Have you heard the expression, sharing is caring? It is somewhat easy to sell and give away what you and I have, if we know that what we have, was freely given to us first, and that it all comes from God. I recently prayed to not be attached to things, to not have affection for stuff that I like: imagine Job with me, dear reader ... many a person has lived through Job like experiences, and it is admirable when they refuse to forsake God, and cling to him all the more, in their times of trouble and tribulation. The disciples were indifferent to property, seeing it as disposable and the proceeds distributable to those in need. They showed their caring when they were sharing as family members with Christ as their head. 

● Do you say these words when severely challenged, Your will, not mine Lord?

They did not call what they had their own, in a way of pride and vainglory, boasting of it, or trusting in it. Man alive, the earliest of believers saw past themselves didn't they? Ownership, pride, vainglory, boasting, trusting in what they had, were the furthest things from them! I scrunch my face and clench my teeth while wrinkling my nose at the thought of bragging ... I have been prideful in the past, but about eight years ago, I got flattened out, and in my minds eye, I see myself splattered and stuck to the floor in my basement office. I was made inept, incapable, helpless, and almost hopeless, stripped bare of any delusion that I could fix what was broken. God was my spatula, and scraped me up and off that floor, and I know it was his voice instructing me every step of the way, that revived me, giving me the strength to take tiny steps toward restoration. I learned poignantly then, what I know unquestionably now: but for God go I, and I thank him for all that I have every single day. 

● If you had ten minutes to take whatever you wanted from your home before it got pulverized, what would you retrieve? 

● What do you hold so dear that parting with it would hurt your heart?

They did not call it their own, because they had in affection, forsaken all for Christ, and were continually expecting to be stripped of all for their adherence to him. Can you relate to this statement, dear reader? My son is 28 years old today, and I recall thanking God for him and saying, He is not mine, God, he is yours. Thank-You for giving him to me to raise! I have given my son to God over and over again throughout the years, knowing he belongs to his Creator, just as you and I do. We cannot love our children more than God does, but we sure can love them enough to trust that God the Father has their best in mind, and when we pray for our children, wanting them to be like their Saviour, we can know and believe that God hears our prayers; we can trust too, that putting our children figuratively into the hands of the Almighty, is the best place for them. I realize that is not what Matthew Henry is referencing here, but I do think it necessary to remind parents that their children are not possessions; children are precious gifts from God, and it is our duty to raise them up according to God's commandments. 

My very best examples of losing our affection for the world and what we can accomplish and accumulate while in it, is forsaking all for Christ when we simply cannot, will not, refuse to, stop speaking about him, no matter the threats or consequences. My marriage ended because I spoke the words I love Jesus more than anyone and anything; my businesses took a massive hit when I refused to collude with the covid criminality; I was ejected from a board of directors for publicly speaking out against the second greatest hoax committed in human history, again referring to covid (the first greatest hoax occurred in the garden of Eden, when a slithery snake convinced Eve to take and eat forbidden fruit, and man alive, we the people have followed in our parental footsteps ever since, haven't we?); my Bible study attendees slowly one-by-one, backed out from gathering together, preferring the safety of hiding behind screens to study God's Word, rather than boldly continuing to meet; lastly, the church we attended as a family made it clear that they belonged to the devil, when they shut the church, pretending to continue worshipping Jesus on Sundays via the internet, and eventually opened up as an injection location for the administering of covid shots. Imagine that, it wasn't safe to stand side-by-side to hear scripture read or sing in unison while worshipping God, but it was safe for would-be-sick people to line up, masked, and readied to be injected with poison. Sounds like a synagogue of Satan event to me. 

Dear reader, I expect to be stripped of all for my adherence to Christ, because it is promised in The Bible that this very thing will happen, as it did to the first followers, and to every generation that came after them. God's people would rather die than bow to the god of this world, or his minions for that matter.  

● Do you, dear reader, cling to your King, forsaking all, come what may?

They did not say that aught was their own, for we can call nothing our own but sin. This is the dead stop statement that had me weeping in contrition. My sin is my own, and so is yours. What a concept. I own all I have said and done, since I chose every word, every deed. Oh yikes, this brings to mind of a fresh, some of my lip curling ugly choices that make me want to hide in shame! Ha, thank God for our conscience, repentance, confession, and forgiveness ... I am washed in the blood of Christ, and redeemed from having been wicked and wayward. I am still here to live another day to glorify God, and for this, I am grateful. 

What we have in the world is more God's than our own, we have it from him, must use it for him, and are accountable for it to him. This last sentence slows my thinking and typing down. Do you agree with Matthew Henry? He is speaking Biblical truth, and yet, we must decide if what we are reading makes sense rationally. I start this discussion on this last point with my son, delivered this day 28 years ago. I did not knit him in my womb, I am incapable of this feat, but I did feed, clothe, and shelter him. Am I responsible for all he says and does? Is it me, or is it him? I do not pump his heart with oxygen rich blood, or help him fall asleep and then rise in the morning. I cannot control his thoughts or what he does ... he is an entity unto himself, making decisions all the live long day. He is mine and yet he does not belong to me. 

● Do I or don't I take credit, or blame, for how he turns out? 

● Do you or don't you take credit, or blame, for how your children turn out? 

Here is what The Bible says in the book of James 1:17:

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.

• What you and I have in the world is more God's then our own
• What you and I have, we have from the Father of lights
• Every good gift and perfect gift is from above
• We must use these gifts for God's glory
• We must be accountable to him
• He never varies and there is no dark shadow he can cast

I ask you, dear one, Are you willing to forsake all you have for Christ, speaking of him as oft as possible, because you love him more than life, more than liberty, more then property and possession, and all for the sake of souls that need saving? 

Imagine the days leading up to the crucification. Was there a sense of foreboding? Now imagine the days following the resurrection. Was there a sense that the kingdom of heaven was indeed, at hand, and near?

Dear reader, I have a sense of foreboding mixed with a sense of hope as the days march on. We are still here, and that means there are souls that have yet to be claimed for the kingdom. Believers were given a ministry of reconciliation, and it is a delightful duty, to share the gospel, and pray that God's words go directly into waiting ears, opening up the mind and soothing the soul with holy truth. 

The foreboding is that feeling that pertains to the lost ... many seem to prefer wandering in the wilderness over the security of salvation. 

Hope is the feeling that many will hear the gospel and just like the very first Christians, they will feel sorrow for sinning against God, ask What can we do, and will repent and sin no more, willing to forsake all they have as they adhere for their lives, to Christ. 

Where, are you, in the mix?  

Where's Your Mask

Where's your mask? This question was a dart shot in my direction, meant to chastise and publicly cow me into obedient submission. It came from a friend that I hadn't seen for years, someone that was well known for being elegant and gracious, a petite woman packed with personality, always displaying etiquette while filled with a surprising sense of humour, that would catch one off guard. I was, indeed, caught off guard, by the question she loudly flung my way across a sea of clothing racks, and masked faces, that all turned to gaze at me, the culprit according to an accuser: she wasn't being humorous, she was being nasty. 

● Where is your mask?

● Did you get your covid shots?

YOUR

Your implies ownership, as in, I assume you have a mask you call all your own and; I presume it is appropriate and necessary to ask you pointedly, If you have done what everyone ought to do, by getting your injections, as though there is a vial filled with poison meant just for me, with my name on it. Marketing 101: make the people think something is theirs, has been created for them for their own good, and voila, the mesmerized will not suspect a thing, and will become the unpaid propagators of said poison. The mind, dear reader, is poisoned first, with thinking being turned against self, and then turned against others. The idea is, I have it right, and I will force those others to see things my way, or by God, they will be humiliated until they comply. 

We now switch gears, dear one. 

With great power gave the apostles witness of the resurrection of the Lord Jesus. 

GRIN

With vigour, courage, spirit, we read that the apostles spoke of the Saviour fearlessly, with unstoppable drive and desire. They knew their mission well, which was to speak the gospel of Jesus Christ (go to The Bible, dear reader, ask God to help you see what is in plain view!), to those that had crucified him, so that they might feel convicted, contrite, and turn to him as Saviour from their sins, and secure eternity with him in heaven. Compare this to the mandates of men, imposed viciously and violently upon unsuspecting and vulnerable citizens that haven't God's mind: if they did, fewer people would have taken into their bodies the potions concocted to maim and kill, tainted with the blood of sacrificed babies. I say this to you, in the hope that if you indeed got the covid injections, that you repent, see the error of all the decisions that led up to those days when you walked willingly away from God's commandments, and toward a demonic demand: God hears our thoughts, and when we regret and confess our sins to him, and ask for his forgiveness through Christ, it is never in vain: he is merciful and wants none to be lost! He hears and sees you, dear reader, and he owns all souls. The devil wants to own us; alas, he has no right to you and I, unless of course, we walk on the wild wicked side, and give ourselves over to evil. 

When we read about the apostles being arrested for healing and for speaking of Jesus as the resurrected King after being crucified by murderous malignant minded men, we witness the rage of humans that hate Jesus, that hate God so much they want to eradicate him, and us, the believers. The two camps are evident, and the poison pushers continue to unwittingly presume to impose, at their own peril and risk. I have a friend I simply adore. She recently took her young son to a walk-in clinic because the little guy wasn't feeling well. A pregnant nurse came at my friend with rabid audacity, bold and bombastic directives, and a death culture spirit, insisting that my friend should have her son's inoculations updated, and that he ought to have a "booster". I praise God for my friend's vigour, courage, and spirit: she replied emphatically: I know what's in those things, no! There was more, because the nurse was mistakenly persistent, but alas, I am sad for her and the babe she carries in her womb. If she is so adamant that strangers take the "medicine", it is not a stretch to believe she has taken all that has been on offer to her, believing she was protecting herself and her baby, and not trusting in God as her Creator and giver of life, and life abundant. 

People think covid is finished, but it is not, dear one. Nurses and doctors have been inDOCtrinated to continue giving injections, under the guise of public safety. These workers are as far from God as one can get, and this is alarming, because if they should die suddenly without acknowledging how far they have travelled from their Sovereign, they will face judgment for all of their sins, including having murdered many via lethal injections administered mindlessly. The prayer spoken by our Lord, Forgive them Father, for they know not what they do, comes to mind. We have all sinned; it is when we think and believe evil is good and good is evil, that we endanger our well-being, and hang our souls out over a cliff, readied as carrion for the feasting of vultures. 

Lastly, I have to include this bit of information in this piece of writing. Injections are being given, two at a time, to our children in grades seven and eight, to "prepare" them for attendance at high school. It sickens me to no end that I pay school taxes as a home owner, that go toward public health nurses poisoning our kids. The thought makes my heart race; the feeling of helpless hopelessness for these unprotected and trusting little souls, makes me weak with sorrow. This is child sacrifice, dear reader, because people are dying daily from injections, and we will witness more suffering and death as each day passes. This might be the worst summer we have ever lived to see.   

I close with 1. a thought, 2. with scripture and; 3. with commentary from Matthew Henry: 

1. My former friend, the one that thought she had a right to imply I was doing something wrong by not wearing a mask, did a wicked thing that day. She spoke to me as one that had authority, and she was dead set against me having a mind of my own, and a spirit that answers to the God that made us both. 

2. But when they had commanded them to go aside out of the council, they conferred among themselves, saying, What shall we do to these men? for that indeed a notable miracle hath been done by them is manifest to all them that dwell in Jerusalem; and we cannot deny it. But that it spread no further among the people, let us strictly threaten them, that they speak henceforth to no man in this name. And they called them, and commanded them not to speak at all nor teach in the name of Jesus. But Peter and John answered and said unto them, Whether it be right in the sight of God to hearken unto you more than unto God, judge ye. For we cannot but speak the things which we have seen and heard. So when they had further threatened them, they let them go, finding nothing how they might punish them, because the people: for all men glorified God for that which was done. For the man was above forty years old, on whom this miracle of healing was showed (Acts 4:15-22)

3. It is a rule in the common law of England that if any statute be made contrary to the law of God it is null and void. Nothing can be more absurd than to hearken unto weak and fallible men, that are fellow-creatures and fellow-subjects, more than unto a God that is infinitely wise and holy, our Creator and sovereign Lord, and the Judge to whom we are all accountable. The case is so plain, so uncontroverted and self-evident, that we will venture to leave it to yourselves to judge of it, though you are biased and prejudiced. Can you think it right in the sight of God to break a divine command in obedience to a human injunction? That is right indeed which is right in the sight of God, for his judgment, we are sure, is according to truth, and therefore by that we ought to govern ourselves (Matthew Henry's Commentary Acts to Revelation, Volume 6, pages 37-38).

PS: If you wore a mask whilst being well aware that covid was a grand scheme and lie to manipulate and dupe the populace, then you must ask God for forgiveness. You contributed to the overall mental illness that was suffered world wide, when you were cowardly and did not stand strong and tall against demonic influence and demands. God would have given you strength, but you did not go to him for it. You can go to him now, and reconcile your books; pray that he is with you when next you need courage.  

By What Power?

To whom do you answer, dear reader?

If you were an apostle, and you had just spent time eating, drinking, and absorbing the glory via association with the risen Lord, you would answer to him, the Saviour. Who, I ask you, can resist God Almighty in the flesh, except those that hate him obsessively and maliciously? 

And it came to pass on the morrow, that their rulers, and elders, and scribes, and Annnas the high priest, and Caiaphas, and John, and Alexander, and as many as were of the kindred of the high priest, were gathered together at Jerusalem. And when they had set them in the midst, they asked, By what power, or by what name, have ye done this? Acts 4:5-7

Peter and John through the power and name of Jesus Christ, helped a man to his feet that had been lame since birth. Imagine that, the rulers, elders, scribes, high priests (Annas and Caiaphas swapped out and shared the role every other year), John, the son of Annas (it is supposed), and a prominent man named Alexander, along with kindred, meaning family members of the high priest, didn't like what they saw. They knew of Jesus and the miracles he had performed, proving his deity, and they maliciously plotted his murder; they also knew at this point, that Jesus gave the same power and authority via the Holy Ghost, to heal, by faith in him and in his name, to his apostles and disciples. If it were your relative that had to beg alms to eat daily due to legs that would not hold their weight, would you be enraged if God deemed it time to heal him or her, by his Almighty power? Clearly, the crooked crew that hated miracles didn't consider how wonderful it must have been for this previously lame man, to be able to now walk and even leap, for joy: what a crying shame they did not celebrate with him. 

By what authority?

You can go to scripture to read the entire story; our time together will be spent otherwise. I aim at godless government, that have the gall to intervene and impose, when wholesome healing is offered via good for the lungs air, excellent for eyesight sunlight, great for the guts fruits, vegetables, herbs, spices, and meaty eats from the flesh of animals. By what authority, do they, dare to tell us what we can and cannot do? By what authority, do they, tamper with the air we breathe, the sun we soak up, the food we consume, and the herbs and spices that heal what is hurt? 

At this point it is almost laughable for me to dive into yet another tirade regarding equivalency; in other words, comparing and contrasting what we see today, with what we see represented governmentally in the scene described above from the book of Acts. Just for fun, let us go another round. 

We can compare: 

● scribes to modern day law makers, now law breakers, since they have corrupted justice willfully: we see this with many a judge obstructing and obviating established law to accommodate wicked planners

● rulers and elders to governors that enforce the laws; we call these men and woman statesmen, premiers, and city councillors

● high priests, known to us as presidents and prime ministers, as the authority over all the underlings, that command the hatchet wielding henchmen

● brethren as followers in their fathers bloody footsteps; children that haven't fallen far from their parental rotten tree, and;

● guys like Alexander that dig the power they garner by being hang-abouts with the powers that be - this fellow is similar to our broadcasters or social media influencers, that ride the coat tails of the truly wicked, gaining notoriety by propagating all that is vile and maladjusted 

Judges, government officials, Prime Minsters and Presidents, along with clergy that belong to the synagogue of Satan, have told us we can change our gender to whatever flavour of the month suits us; we can kill our babies or ourselves with their assistance; we can expedite the dying process for relatives, and patients under the care of "medical professionals"; oh, and we must agree to lethal injections according to their iron fisted rule, along with eating less meat, owning nothing, and taking up as little space as possible. I know the list is longer than this: you can add to it liberally, dear reader, I won't stop you. 

By what power, what authority, in whose name? I ask you, do men and women do what ought not be done in the form of imposition of their will, to the point of attempting to remove free will, from fellow citizens?

Stupid looking hat on Dumpy Trumpy

Look again at the picture of Donald Trump's face under the pope's stupid looking hat, his body enrobed as though he had taken the role of pontiff; we are seeing insanity and soul sickness in this picture. My point is this: By what power? By what authority, do people dare presume to rule and reign when they haven't one ounce of love for their neighbour, and have only arrogant self-absorption on display each time they open their filthy mouths, or post openly on public forums. 

Back to the Bible

The Bible is the best book in the world! We learn of God, his plans, his purposes, his reasoning, his mercy, kindness, generosity, love, grace, forgiveness, majesty, magnificence, redemptive plan, and hints of what eternity will be like. We also learn what is in a man, whether he be godly or godless, and it doesn't take much Bible reading to soon discover what the differences are between the two types. It is like fat and muscle, they are two different types of tissue, and humans are of two types, as I already iterated. The one type is born of the spirit of God, the other is carnally minded, living for fleshly indulge. Which type are you, dear one?

I love sharing what I learn in God's word. It helps me see more clearly when I write what God is highlighting for me. People are strange, in weird and wonderful ways, and that includes you and me. It is wicked people that are so odd as to be difficult to comprehend. I used to ask Why, why would he or she do that, but I don't ask this anymore, because it has me trying to figure them out, and man alive, I really don't want to know how some people rationalize and excuse what they do. 

One thing is certain. God gives power, he gives authority, and the name of Jesus will cause every knee to bow, and every tongue to confess him as Lord, but the day is yet to come, and we must wait, working out our own salvation with fear and trembling. 

Philippians 2:12

Wherefore, my beloved, as ye have always obeyed, not as in my presence only, but now much more in my absence, work out your own salvation with fear and trembling

Silencing The Voice

Can you hear me? I AM The Voice

I AM The Voice that calms the sea, I AM The One that smoothes ruffled feathers, and settles souls. Can you hear me? I will open your ears if you are having troubles hearing what I am saying. Perhaps I will clap your ears hard with thunder, and shock your eyes with jagged flashes of lightning, that threaten destruction. I may break massive tree limbs and snap ancient trunks too, to get your attention. Does my invisible, powerful arm, frighten you when storm interrupts your comings and goings, your doings out there, outside of your tiny abode, that you trust to shelter you from what you cannot control? Do you call out to me, Make it stop, when torrential rain slants in sheets in your direction?

I shout, I speak, I whisper. Can you, hear me?

Once upon a time, children played outside, never wanting the sun to go down, never wanting the day to end. You will come in when the street lights come on, some parents demanded. Sometimes, a parent would call out a name, or two, or even three, depending on how many their offspring: Come home, Julie, Janice, Bronco, Jill, John, Paul, Lori, Antonella, Linda, Patricia ... time to come home. Some of the kids got to stay out past the lighting of the street lamps; some of us knew that if we did not return home, once our parent called out the front door, their would be hell to pay for our disobedience. Each child knew his or her own mothers/fathers voice. We did not answer to other parental voices, we answered to the parents that we belonged to: we were children, of mothers and fathers, each going our separate ways, into our separate homes. 

Can you, dear reader, hear your Father's voice? There are two fathers, and each child hears the one, or the other, when they are called. We cannot help but heed our Father, or our father, as it were. We belong to One, or the other. When we silence one voice, the other gets louder. In once upon a time, my mother's verbal insistence, my father's undeniable command, were clear, crisp, and irresistible. To ignore them was folly, and foolishness; they knew what children are want to know in their naïveté and innocence, namely, that they can get lost, or stolen away, when the light dims and darkness invades. 

I wax nostalgic, longing for the sweetness of days gone-by, when not knowing what lurks and leers in the shadows gave a false sense of security. Learning of the inner workings of those that answer to their diabolical father, is frightfully and gut wrenchingly repulsive. It is difficult to stomach the hard-wiring of the wicked, that renders them capable of grotesque acts of cruelty ... they hear a voice, and do the bidding of their daddy the devil, and it does not phase them at all. Conversely, those that hear and heed The Father, can also hear the bleating and baahhhing of his sheep, and my God in heaven, I cannot tell you how much I appreciate the lambs of the flock that fill my life with sweet peace that surpasses all understanding!  

John 10:27-28

My sheep hear my voice, and I know them, and they follow me: And I give unto them eternal life; and they shall never perish, neither shall any man pluck them out of my hand

This morning, I am grateful, for all the good and godly people I have been blessed by my Father to associate with, even when the encounters are brief, via a service they provide, or one I get to provide for them. There are many voices, dear reader, but their is only One that really matters, and when you hear and heed him, he will call you to your heavenly home, where there is no need for street lights or lamps, because you will live in the eternal light of the Son: 

John 14:2

In my Father's house are many mansions: if it were not so, I would have told you. I go to prepare a place for you

Jesus has gone before us to his Father's house to prepare a place for his adopted children. Only those that hear The Voice of the Good Shepherd, will be called to their heavenly abode, forever provided for, and protected from, all that is wicked in this world. 

Can you, dear reader, hear The Voice? 

The Purge

Every once in a while, I come in contact with someone that has accumulated sewage that is rotting their soul. Hurt and angry, they come to me for training or coaching, and within minutes, they have divulged their deepest darkest secrets, the painful truths they are suffering that they cannot escape. I call this type of sharing the big dump, as in a garbage truck load purge of violations they have experienced or engaged in, that hunt and haunt their every waking, and often dreaming, thoughts; it is a sort of spiritual vomit. I recall numerous times this type of purge has occurred, and after the refuse has been brought up and out of the would be client, I never see or hear from them again: they are what is known as one and done! They might feel better, because getting rid of what churns and turns the stomach is a relief, but I sure don't feel better in the aftermath! Not being employed to help these people sort through their difficulties and come to a healthy and wholesome, godly resolution, makes me feel helpless, and somewhat hopeless, on their behalf. I like to help people heal, but cannot do this when I am abruptly cut out, without recourse or inroad. 

Some of the things I have heard would curl many an ear closed, in an attempt to block out the information. People have suffered severe abuse, and just when I think I cannot be shocked, I hear a real life horror story. Dare I point a finger in the face of parents, and suggest that they are the culprits the majority of the time? Dare I, dear reader, tell you that what you say and do, impacts your little ones not only in their formative years, but long into their adult lives, in sometimes torturous, inescapable ways? I do dare to accuse and blame parents, since so many are monstrously manipulative and willfully wicked around their offspring, thinking nothing of exposing their children to vulgar and violent words and behaviours. 

It is the person that goes to another in dire need to be heard, that I have compassion for. Where do we go when what is happening in our lives, is so heinous that we cannot stand our own skin? The hope is that there is someone we can trust that will care for us enough to speak the love of God to our mind, our heart, our soul. 

God knows. God knows is what I want to make very clear, here and now. He knows what people say and then do to one another. He knows how difficult it is for children to feel love, and hate at almost the very same time, for the parents that have mistreated them. God's commandments are not honoured, not obeyed, not even considered in families, and when he is denied as the Sovereign in a household, mayhem in the form of reprobate thoughts and actions, is welcomed in. 

Sin is the enemy of the soul, and if you look very closely, you will see that souls are cut and bruised, limping along, bleeding to death for want of a safe place to go for healing and rest, from the torment of memories that plague their being. If you are lost and lonely, and haven't a person to confide in, you are in the perfect position to purge, with God as your confidante. Go to Jesus. Go to the Word of life. Go to God Almighty for the salve that saves. Confess your sins to the Redeemer, ask for forgiveness, and sin no more. 

Read scripture and learn God's plan, and extricate yourself from the entanglements of wickedness. God knows what you need, and will provide what you require to get well, but you must first, start with him, as your go to cure all. 

1 John 1:3

If we confess our sins, he is faithful and just to forgive us our sins, and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness 

Proverbs 22:6

Train up a child in the way he should go: and when he is old, he will not depart from it

Charity & Churches

Church, otherwise known as the people of God, is not a charity. People are charitable, but dear reader, our current understanding and definition of what is represented as a charitable organization, has everything to do with tax exceptions, and virtually nothing at all to do with God's will regarding servitude. The love for, and demands of Money (let us keep the capital M in the spelling of money, shall we, as though Money is an actual entity, a being unto itself), is one of those evil roots that thrive directly below concrete foundations upon which church buildings are constructed. The majority of pastor's are on the government dole, and have sold their souls to the tax man. 

In the New Testament, believers gathered and shared what they had, feeding and clothing themselves providentially, meaning they relied on God for all things; they looked not to a corrupt and godless government, or statesmen, to ensure that their needs were met, but rather, to their heavenly Father to provide for his workers of righteousness. You have heard the expression, Do not bite the hand that feeds you? During the covid scandal (it is scandalous to think of the virulent fraud that churches and common folk permitted to infiltrate and infest their thinking and being), the majority of church-cowards, fell face forward at the feet of dictators, and they were paid handsomely for all their bowing and scrapping. The pretend pastors dared not speak against the corruption, for fear of loss: they got cushy and comfortable with their charitable status, covering up their cruelty of feeding the flock to the wolves baying at their doors, by feigning concern and compassion, while promoting covid injections as a hedge against illness. They damned themselves by denying God his rightful place as Ruler and Great Physician, in favour of Caesar the sorcerer. 

Jesus paid taxes!

Matthew 17:24-27

And when they had come to Capernaum, those who collected the tribute money came to Peter and said, Doth not your master pay tribute? He said, Yes. And when he had come into the house, Jesus prevented him, saying, What thinkest thou, Simon? From whom do the kings of the earth take custom and tribute? From their own children, or strangers? Peter said unto him, From strangers. Jesus said unto him, Then are the children free. Nothwithstanding, lest we should offend them, go thou to the sea and cast a hook, and take up the fish that first cometh up. And when thou hast opened his mouth, thou shalt find a piece of money. That take, and give unto them for me and thee. 

I chuckled as I typed the last couple of sentences. Jesus made the fish of the sea, men questioned his authority while he walked the earth and proclaimed himself as the I AM, preforming miracles, showing signs and wonders proving his divinity and fulfilling prophecy as the long awaited Messiah, and so as not to offend the tiny minded carnal grubby handed tax collectors, he used the opportunity to teach Peter, and you and I, a meaningful lesson, by sending his disciple to the water to retrieve the first fish he hooks, to get a coin to pay the tribute for both of them! Does this strike you as playful and funny, while serious at the same time, dear reader? God has a sense of humour, and he condescends to you and I, to teach us that he is the one that orchestrates all that is miraculous and marvellous and wonderful. We humans get caught up in the net of our own mental manipulations and meanderings, much to our detriment, and somehow we convince ourselves that we are in charge, that we must depend entirely on ourselves, and then there is the mistaken belief that the government will somehow save us when really, they are the root that threatens to bust the foundation floors of many a family. Why, pray tell, are church voting centres during election season? This is evidence that church and state have become one: there is no distinction. Question: How are you to know a Christian, tell them apart from anyone else, when they don't think, then speak, then act, like the Christians in the New Testament? 

Charitable status is a joke, dear reader. It is a get away with murder humourless joke, a demonic ploy of state to impose on the people that profess Christ, to crumble when money is at stake. Churches ought never to have allowed themselves to be under such a heavy yoke of ownership via tax evasion: what did the churches do during covid, dear one, what hell on earth did they help unleash, rather than hinder, because they are owned by the man, and could not, would not, didn't want to, resist tyrannical imposition. Many a church leader with their cute little board of directors and voting members, compromised their integrity long ago; giving into covid was a no brainer, quite literally. They had been groomed to acquiesce to a wicked plot, and acquiesce they did, to their weak willed and minded shame. 

Let us go to scripture for Truth now, to clarify what Christianity ought to be. Do notice, love of our neighbour through Christ our Lord, is the mandate and mission. The gospel preached gives a soul meaningful purpose, and that, dear one, is where we must start and finish, as evidence that we belong to God Almighty.  

James 1:27 - 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.

Exodus 22:22 - Ye shall not afflict any widow, or fatherless child.

1 John 3:17 - But whoso hath this world's good, and seeth his brother have need, and shutteth up his bowels of compassion from him, how dwelleth the love of God in him?

Matthew 5:7 - Blessed are the merciful: for they shall obtain mercy.

Deuteronomy 24:19 - When thou cuttest down thine harvest in thy field, and hast forgot a sheaf in the field, thou shalt not go again to fetch it: it shall be for the stranger, for the fatherless, and for the widow: that the LORD thy God may bless thee in all the work of thine hands.

Poverty Stricken

Only a poor man thinks there is not enough; not enough air, not enough water, not enough food, not enough drink, not enough land or building materials, to fill up and overflow, and provide for all.  

I recall years ago hearing about the wonders of tiny wings, too small, impossibly so, to carry the weight of a bulbous body. The bumblebee hasn't a clue about aerodynamics, nor does it give a whit regarding body composition or weight distribution. The bumblebee flies, wings lifting it into the air and wings lowering it too, in accordance with the laws that apply to winged things designed by an Invisible Hand.

Short and stubby, the bumblebee doesn't look very flight-worthy. Indeed, in the 1930s, French entomologist August Magnan even noted that the insect's flight is actually impossible, a notion that has stuck in popular consciousness since then.

Now, you don't need to be a scientist to raise an eyebrow at this assertion, but it sure is easier to explain the bumblebee's physics-defying aerodynamics if you're Michael Dickinson, a professor of biology and insect flight expert at the University of Washington. 

"The whole question of how these little wings generate enough force to keep the insect in the air is resolved," Dickinson told Life's Little Mysteries. "There are details remaining, but it's not an enigma anymore."

It's not an enigma anymore ... this sentence entertains me to no end. So the fact that a fella studied how the bumblebee moves air with its wings to defy gravity for ground to air lift off, somehow resolves the issue of tiny almost see through wings, being able to lift a hefty body seemingly too heavy to bare up, erases what seems impossible, even though, There are details remaining. 

There is an insult to our intelligence hidden in plain sight, dear reader, within the "assertions" and statements above, and it is this: Now, you don't need to be a scientist to raise an eyebrow at this assertion. The suggestion is that ignorant little old unscientific me and you, as simple minded as we are, even we, would find August Magnan's "notion" somewhat ridiculous, regarding the impossible made possible; in other words, these cute and cuddly looking bees fly and it is a delightful wonder to watch what we cannot explain, given their clunky looking design! Do you deem August Magnan's observations and lack of advanced scientific knowledge mockable, laughable, absurd, and even a little ridiculous? 

It is the poverty stricken, the poor in spirit, the rich dead man walking, that cannot stomach the glorious creations arrayed in panoramic view. Go outside and scan left to right, right to left, up then down and back again, and feast your eyes on what you have not made, cannot make, cannot even conceive of concocting. The bumblebee "scientists" study what they see, figure out how things work, but they cannot ever do what has been done. No matter the explanations, they aren't capable of making sweet sturdy yellow and black bees, now are they dear reader? There are details remaining ...

The mystery of faith is this: believing! It is that simple. Believing that whatever has breath, has life, and it is impossible to explain. Manufacturing humans in test tubes because scientists have figured out that sperm and egg make a baby, does not make them life givers, it makes them mimics. We are not evolved from monkeys, but scientists are much involved in monkey business that they ought not tamper with. It is one thing to observe and learn, and yet another, to take extreme liberties in attempts to mirror God, replacing his beneficence with malignancy, willfully pretending that enigmas do not exist because man can explain the how to, but cannot replicate the entirety of a creature; intangible intricacies make it impossible for man to be capable of what only God can design and construct.  

Now, let us look at you, and then at me, shall we?

What is beyond your comprehension that makes you weep in wonder? I marvel many times a day, shaking my head at the unexplainable. The magnolia just outside my front room window is ready to burst into bloom, and for the life of me, I cannot tell you why this makes me weepy, except for its extreme beauty. It is beautiful to me in a thousand budding with life ways, and each year I am reminded that this is but one mystery for me to savour. 

Life, dear reader, life is inexplainable, and this believer raises an eyebrow at those that try to rationalize what they see so that the mystery is nullified, as if this is possible! Like the heavy bodied teeny tiny winged flying bumblebee, we humans do and say astounding things, some wonderful, some so hateful as to make the soul shrivel and shrink, and yet it is life, the animation of our bodies via the soul within, that gives us the ability to do anything at all, and it is God and God alone, that we can thank for what we can do, impossible as some things seem. 

God is the wind beneath the wings of the bumblebee, and he is the strength in your bones, and don't you forget it. 

Proverbs 3:6-10

In all thy ways acknowledge him, and he shall direct thy paths. Be not wise in thine own eyes: fear the LORD, and depart from evil. It shall be health to thy navel, and marrow to thy bones. Honour the LORD with thy substance, and with the firstfruits of all thine increase. So shall thy barns be filled with plenty, and thy presses shall burst out with new wine.