Following Crazy

I had a friend once, called Crazy. Crazy liked to take chances, and when Crazy decided on something, Crazy did the thang. Ain't no thang, is what Crazy used to say... but I suspected, it actually was a thang, I mean thing. 

Crazy talked a lot, and it didn't matter to Crazy what anyone else thought or had to say. Crazy could slant eye stare, without blinking, and it kinda reminded me of a slit-eyed snake; it was a sideways assessing type of stare glare, that gave me the willy's. Crazy didn't like anyone talking, other than him, and he talked loudly over anyone that did dare to speak when clearly, it was his turn, again. Somehow, it was always Crazy's turn to speak. 

Crazy thought everyone else was crazy, and not in the good kind of Crazy way he was. He knew he was different, and Ain't nobody worthy of comparison, he used to say. I am the best, better than all the rest, better than everyone really: that is what Crazy believed, and I hear tell, he still does. 

Have you heard of Crazy? Have you met him? He gets around, and seems to appear everywhere. I imagine this appeals to Crazy, being seen and heard are his favourite pastimes. Having a crowd around him gets his verbal juices flowing, and he never seems to run out of things to say, even if he has to repeat himself, and then repeat himself again. 

Crazy is grand, or is it grandiose? Sometimes I get the two ideas mixed up. Crazy would know the difference, I am sure: he knows everything, according to him. so I can't imagine he would be at all confused, on any topic, or any issue, or any word definitions! 

I wonder if following Crazy, where Crazy goes, and doing too, what Crazy does, makes a person crazy about Crazy? I suppose it does. Crazy is as Crazy does.... where did I hear that expression? I think it was some movie about forests and trees and stuff like that - anyways, it is neither here, nor there, the expression is fun to use, regardless of where it comes from.

Crazy and I used to be friends, I think I told you this earlier. Crazy stopped liking me though, because I didn't like what Crazy was saying, and I went out on a very thin limb, and told Crazy, I disagree. It didn't take but a moment for Crazy to call me a bunch of names, and I have to admit, I was a little shocked, since I had tiptoed around Crazy for a long time, and all it took was for me to disagree, for him to aim and shoot words, with insults, slurs, slights, and the like, all mixed up in there, with some accusations too. I had seen Crazy do this same thing to other people, but I thought we were friends and he would never do this to me? Imagine my surprise.

It has been quite a while since I last spoke to or saw Crazy, and I can't say that I miss him. I always felt a little, well, off balance or something, in his company. I never knew what he was going to say or do, and sometimes I would get embarrassed for him and myself, in front of people he said mean things to. I am sure you can understand why life is easier for me now, without Crazy, and how I just don't want that kind of a fella around. 

I have noticed there are lots of people that follow Crazy faithfully. I wonder, if they too, think he is a little too Crazy, at times? If Crazy asks them to do something they know is wrong, and they do it, are they diabolical, or copy-cat-crazies, that believe like he does, It ain't no thang. 

Crazy is as Crazy does, and if Crazy is your favourite guy, then you ought to expect some craziness in your life. 

NOTE: I have never met the nameless man in the picture, but I most certainly have, met people cut from the very same clothe.

Elusive Awesomeness

I am not bragging, except...

• My first time playing golf on a real course, I got a hole in one
• My first time attempting to water ski, I managed to ride the boat wake waves
• My first roll of a bowling ball, often results in a strike, without bumpers of course
• During my first game of pool in a pool hall, I put the cue behind my back, and the ball I was aiming for, went straight into the intended corner pocket
• As a petite, meaning short, grade schooler, I won first place in high jump

All of the above achievements, were much to my surprise, and some label this sort of thing, beginners luck. I like to pretend and joke, that I am naturally good at everything, thus the first time awesome results; and yet, after accidentally getting it right on try number one, I did notice that the second swing of the golf club, the second and third and fourth attempts at water skiing, the subsequent throwing of a bowling ball, along with shooting pool and attempting to win for a second year at high jump, did not yield similar results. There is an expression meant to encourage: When at first you don't succeed, try, try again. What happens when at first you do succeed, and trying again, makes the whole scenario go sideways, and you recognize, that initial success was a fluke, not talent; the first try did not exhibit skill; and there wasn't any natural ability displayed, that can be counted on in future endeavours. I don't like golf, bowling, pool, or high jump; I really liked water skiing though. I didn't have any expectations. or grandiose goals, that I had fixed my eyes upon when trying all of the above - all I had each first time, was an opportunity to attempt. As it turns out, my first go at many things, have been pleasant experiences, and I ask you, should I rest on my laurels, and just call myself a pro, because I did, accidentally, what many mean to accomplish purposefully, the first time around? 

I see that Donald Trump is an accidental president. I see that he says things that are despicable, and reportedly, always has; somehow, the words he speaks strike a chord in others, and it encourages him greatly, to continue to be a horrible, really horrible person. Except now, after much repetition, he has ingrained horrible into every ounce of his being, and Donnie is a wonderful example for us, of bad habits being hard to break, especially when there is absolutely no desire to change, and especially when a person sees themselves as perfect, the ultimate human, and the one everyone ought to envy and strive to be like. Should Dumpy Trumpy, rest on his laurels?

Awesomeness is elusive. Being really good at anything, takes a lot of practice. What are you really good at, dear one? If practice makes perfect, and someone perpetually practices mean spirited vitriolic venomous and vile speaking, does it not make perfect sense, that they have become proficient in their viciousness, and said viciousness, speaks volumes about who a person actually is? 

If you practice kindness, patience, virtue, gentility, generosity, and decide that this is the life you want to live in relation to other human beings, and you practice these behaviours without ceasing, doesn't it make perfect sense, that these behaviours become the traits by which you are recognized, and known? 

Character building requires much conscientious effort. I love that The Bible reminds readers, to work out their own salvation, with fear and trembling. Choosing to not steal, lie, cheat, get what we want at the expense of others, is unnatural: humans must be taught morals, empathy, and ethics. We must be taught right from wrong, and we must also be taught, that there are some things we must never say, or do. Practicing honesty, integrity, and fidelity, takes effort, and thankfully, there is a blessed yield in the results, and a heavenly reward, for those that rely not on their own strength, but the Holy Ghost power promised, to those that are in Christ, to resist temptation. 

Now I will get pointed: did Donald's first attempt at cruelty and vicious verbal assault, work out really well for him, giving him a sense that he is above reproach? And how about now: does he believe that he can continue, minus repercussions, with grotesque displays of insulting and demeaning others, no matter how embarrassing the comments? It appears to me, and perhaps to you too, that Trump believes he is entitled to continue to verbally vomit, and spew vulgarity in all directions, coating his devotees in sick, along with all those that have unfortunately, hitched their wagon to the wrong pony. 

I am a self-conscious kind of person. I self-assess, and cringe sometimes, when recalling some things I have said and done, as a professing Christian. I am not above reproach, nor am I in any way perfect, but I do have one thing going for me, that helps me remember to remain humble: the cross of Christ. I cannot look to Jesus without feeling that I have some work to do, to be more like him. I am saved by the grace of God, and I know the entrance price to heaven has already been paid for me with the blood of the perfect lamb, but I must not rest on my moral laurels. I must continue to improve, until the day I die, because my ultimate goal, is to hear these words spoken of me: Well done, good and faithful servant. 

You may think that I pick on Donald Trump, but I tell you, if I lived during the days of Herod, I would speak about him similarly. The puffed up with arrogance fellas are big balloons ready for popping, and Donald Trump now flabbergasts, agitates, irritates, the citizens of the United States of America, and rightly so. Rulers must be above reproach, as governors granted power by God, to rule righteously, honestly, fairly, and within the guidelines of the law. Donald does what he does for his own vainglory, and all else, is disregarded. 

As an accidental president, Trump is dangerously arrogant, and we have all heard the expression, pride comes before the fall. Don's days are numbered in countless ways, and I can see why so many are working hard, to disassociate from that bloated and sinking ship. 

Job 15:31

Let not him that is deceived trust in vanity: for vanity shall be his recompense.

Psalm 62:9

Surely men of low degree are vanity, and men of high degree are a lie: to be laid in the balance, they are altogether lighter than vanity.

Praying to Angels

There is some confusion, and there always has been, when humans have had close encounters with angels. The natural inclination is to be instantly awed by the celestial, and to bow down before them, and yet angels know who they are, and who is worship worthy, and they never accept what is due in honour, to God. 

Angels are God's messengers, his heavenly warrior host, and they are sent on missions on behalf of God's human creatures; isn't it delightful when we consider, how many times our bacon has been saved, from accident and injury, via a massive and mighty angel, interceding invisibly? You know that phew feeling of relief? when you could have had your guts splatted across the pavement after a narrow escape from an oncoming vehicle? Did you ever consider there was a heavenly being standing between you, and near death? If not, think on it now, and let the sense of being taken care of, lift the corners of your mouth, into a grin of appreciation!

Look with me to scripture: 

God putteth no trust in his holy ones, and he chargeth his angels with folly (Job 4:18). 

Now read with me what Matthew Henry has to say regarding Job 4:18, referencing angels, from his Commentary on The Bible, Acts to Revelation, Volume 6, page 741: 

... though they are free from sin, yet are not in themselves free from all possibility of sinning. And therefore we read, God putteth no trust in his holy ones, and he chargeth his angels with folly (Job 4:18), that is, with weakness and peccability. They may be angels one hour, and devils another, as many of them were; and that the holy angels shall not now fall does not proceed from an indefectibility of nature, but from the election of God; they are elect angels. 

The angels that became devils, were defectors. The humans, created in the image of God, that deny the deity of Christ, are defectors too. 

Now follow with me, dear one, the logic I present. Why would you, why would I, worship an angel, or another human being, that is prone, and even inclined strongly, to sin? Look at yourself, are you perfect? Now look around you and perhaps chuckle a little, as you seek and try to find perfect in others. It is an impossibly, and yet, you will find it common practice, to see your fellow man, looking up to and praising, those that they deem higher than themselves. 

Humans must not look to humans as better than: this is a misplacing of trust, and a narrative that leads to the erosion of the soul, because we are fallible, and easily fraction when our plans do not come to fruition. See the world leaders and how they are fraying at the seams, when not long ago, they were hailed as the ones to save the masses from deadly viral destruction. Angels and humans, your dog, cat, and pet rat, are created beings, that are just like you, in the sense that you ought not be worshipped, prayed to, adored beyond reason, and infatuated with, and you know precisely why no one should put little old you on a pedestal of praise, don't you? 

You and I are well aware of how yucky we are on the inside, and how it shows up often on the outside. Each person has their own yuck, AND, there is none of this in Christ Jesus, none! 

I take again from Matthew Henry's Commentary: 

It is a difficult thing to keep ourselves pure, so as not to partake in the guilt of other men's sins, by contributing in some way towards them, or not doing what we ought to prevent them. Christ was undefiled; though he took upon him the guilt of our sins, yet he never involved himself in the fact or fault of them. 

Have you tried to keep yourself pure? If you have, then you acknowledge that you have been anything but, pure. The fact that we have to try means we are already smudged with the black coal coating of our own sin. Christ is pure, undefiled, holy, harmless, and gentle - can you say the same of yourself, anyone you know, any human creature you have come across? 

There is warfare going on all around us, and some of us are aware of this fact. You may be battling in your mind and heart this day, with something dark that demands dominance in your soul, and demeans you when you try to break free. God knows your struggles, he hears your moaning and sees your wreathing in physical and spiritual pain, and he does not want to leave you there, but he does command and demand allegiance from the creatures he hand crafted, and when you dare to go to an angel, or look to another human, to lift your burdens and alleviate your pain, he will not grant you soulful relief from your sufferings:

Now we know that God heareth not sinners, but if any man be a worshipper of God and doeth his will, him he heareth (John 9:31). 

And now for some revelation on the topic at hand: 

And he saith unto me, These are the true sayings of God. And I fell at his feet to worship him. And he said unto me, See thou do it not; I am thy fellowservant, and of thy brethren that have the testimony of Jesus: worship God: for the testimony of Jesus is the spirit of prophecy (Revelation 19:9-10). 

The entire Bible points to Jesus as the Perfectly Pure One we must pray to as our mediator, the one that goes before us on our behalf, to the Father. The warnings in The Bible are great, regarding who not to pray to, what not to do, coupled with who we must obey, worship, and how we must live, holy as he is holy. We are pulled toward sinning, but we don't have to! The angels have free will too, and can fall from grace via sin, just as 1/3 did long ago and became devils, but they don't have to! 

With requests made earnestly to God through Jesus Christ the LORD, for the strength to resist the temptations we face to sin, we can be free to enjoy this life without besmirching our own soul with repugnant to God, sin. 

And I saw heaven opened, and behold, a white horse; and he that sat upon him was called Faithful and True, and in righteousness he doth judge and make war. His eyes were as a flame of fire, and on his head were many crowns; and he had a name written, that no man knew; but he himself. And he was clothed with a vesture dipped in blood; and his name is called The Word of God. And the armies which were in heaven followed him upon white horses, clothed in fine linen, white and clean. And out of his mouth goeth a sharp sword, that with it he should smite the nations: and he shall rule them with a rod of iron: and he treadeth the winepress of the fierceness and wrath of Almighty God. And he had on his vesture and on his thigh a name written, KING OF KINGS, AND LORD OF LORDS (Revelation 19:11-16).

Heaven opened to the apostle John for him to behold. The Bible is available for you to open, and behold. The armies of heaven follow the King of kings, the Lord of lords. If the angels follow him, clothed in fine white and clean linen, it makes perfect sense, dear fellow human being, for you and I, to follow suit. 

Cosmic Breadcrumbs

The hand of Providence is ever present, and it is was deep gratitude, that I reflect on what God has done for me, my family, and the new sisters and brothers I now know, that are in Christ Jesus. 

My morning routine is to write in a journal. While journalling, I share my thoughts, feelings, and observations, knowing that God reads my soul, long before ink soaks permanently into paper. Next, I go to his Word, and Matthew Henry's Commentary on The Bible, and it is there that I see how he has gone before me, how there isn't a fear, a doubt, a niggling concern, that is unbeknownst to him. God always, without fail, is waiting for me, just up ahead, hand extended, as I mentally meander and try to make sense of what I see and hear, out in the world. I am often overwhelmed with awe and sometimes feel remiss, when I realize how much he invests in each of us, and how rarely we recognize his Omnipresence and Omnipotence. 

We approach in unison, the seven year mark. The world came to a screeching halt in the grand and promising year, 2020. A massive universal plug was yanked, and the pause button was pushed and held in stuck position, for an extended period of time. Everything shifted, tilted, changed forever, and the righting of the listing ship of humanity, has yet to take place. The truth can be buried, but never for long, because Truth resurrected, and one cannot kill everlasting life. 

The truth is ugly to liars, self and other deceivers. When I have lied to myself, and convinced myself by trickery, to do what ought not to be done, I must look away from truth, sneak sideways glances and peaks at truth, but shamefully, looking truth square in the face, while I deviate from it, is an impossible feat. It is when I decide to stop the conniving and the self-convincing that I have done no wrong, that I start to see how I must reconcile with my own conscience, and in the dawning of truth, see the light of Christ. Covering my eyes does not shut out the realizations: they stay, and wait for me to catch up, and come clean before an all knowing, all mighty, God. 

So many lovely people that I talk to and I am getting to know, had a suspicion, an inkling, an alarm bell sounding in their soul, that warned, Do not; You mustn't; Stop, think, drop and roll... the fire's of hell licked at the feet of the unsure, and while the promises made by snake oil salesmen were not to be trusted, those that suspected the poison pushers, gambled with their own lives, by going against their natural life preserving instincts, in order to return to life as they previously knew it: life has never been the same, for any of us. 

God leaves sparkling cosmic bread crumbs, dear one. He leaves shimmering evidence of his Presence. He is our front, back, side, above, and below guard. He did not create and then leave us like little clay afterthoughts: he gave each of us a spirit to animate our bodies, and it is his voice that can be trusted, to guide and protect us. In a world that is overrun by wickedness; a world where worshipping Satan, rocks, trees, dead saints, ancestors, and other humans, we must choose to stay on the truth path, and not deviate, by turning to the left or to the right. It is deviation that takes us off course, and has us wandering, cut, bleeding, and dying: course correcting to Christ is life saving. 

Covid was a deviant path. Covid had a grip on the masses, and the living have the opportunity to course correct, and look for cosmic breadcrumbs. My God preserved me and my family during covid, and this morning, he answered the cry of my heart, before my lips made the request: 

Hebrews 7:25

Wherefore he is able also to save them to the uttermost that come unto God by him, seeing he ever liveth to make intercession for them. 

Jesus is able to save to the uttermost

Those that come unto God by him

He ever liveth, to make intercession for them

Uttermost, dear one! No matter the circumstances, the coercion, the threats, the pressure and persecution, God is able to save us, and man alive, I am a living witness that can testify to this truth. We are still here, and there is time while there is breath. There isn't a human alive that is not guilty of sin, and praise be to God, he is waiting patiently for us, on the path of righteousness, and all we need do is regret without excuses, repent without retreat, and reconcile without regressing. 

Regret, repent, reconcile. God forgives sinners when they are sorry, and we are all sinners needing salvation. I pray you can look bashfully toward Truth, and next, bravely run full tilt, into his arms. 

PS: Resisting all things covid, my family is blessed. We stood stedfastly, and resolutely, on our strong foundation of faith, in Jesus Christ as our Protector and Provider. 

God is forever faithful; he does not leave, nor will he forsake, his children. I pray this  knowledge is a source of great encouragement to you today, dear one. 

Simple, it is Simple

The leaf shouts proudly, Look at me tree, high and mighty

The branch with arrogance tells trunk, I spread wide, reaching up

The trunk whispers to the roots, You are slight and under ground

The roots answer silently, Without me, you would not be 

Weak, frail, dying, creatures

Dare to compare to Christ

Suggest silliness to the King

Show their idiocy to their disgrace

Immutability, excellency, efficiency, and eternity

Are holy hallmarks

That need not prove themselves

But condescend to men, in their childish state

Christ is King

Claps the trees

Jesus is Lord

Chirp the birds

All of creation sings his praises, except for those that would be crowned, if only they would bow to him; it is man that defies self; man that shouts look at me; man that demeans fellow man; man that takes credit, where providence is due honour. 

Psalm 68:4

Sing unto God, sing praises to his name: extol him that rideth upon the heavens by his name JAH, and rejoice before him. 

Isaiah 55:12

For ye shall go out with joy, and be led forth with peace: the mountains and hills shall break forth before you into singing, and all the trees of the field shall clap their hands. 

Here, look, the announcement of the birth of Christ to the shepherds: 

Luke 2:13-14

And suddenly there was with the angel a multitude of the heavenly host praising God, and saying, Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good will toward men. 

It is scripture that guides us to God; it is the Word that came in flesh, to bring us peace. it was the Messiah born, that opened the ears and eyes of believers, to saving grace, and to who the most high God is. 

Weak, frail, dying, creatures

Flawed, feigning strength

Dying, conniving at control

Ashes to ashes and dust to dust

Immutability, excellency, efficiency, and eternity

Christ the King

Praised by the heavenly host

Life everlasting, and our way to joy forever

Simple, dear one, it is simple. 

Not Currently Dead

If you have never been dead before, then you just don't know what dead is like. As a formerly not dead person, and a currently not dead person, I haven't a clue what to look forward to, or dread, when my shell has taken its last life beating, and drops dead, without my permission, leaving my spirit homeless. 

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  Homeless, does my spirit wander, visiting the last place I was housed in my body?

• Homeless, does my soul long for what was, the Egypt where there was garlic and fish, sex, and rock and roll?

• Homeless, do I visit my dead relatives, gently tap some on the shoulder, and knock-out punch others, in the jaw?

• Homeless, do I have a temper tantrum, because I can recall how my favourite food smells and tastes, but dang it, my see through ghostly hands, cannot grasp; my nose, lips, and tongue cannot hold scent or substance, and I am mad mad mad about it?! 

• Homeless, do I wish I had done things differently, worked more, worked less, said I am sorry or perhaps, really laid into that bastard at work, that was always talk talk talking, never doing a damn thing, and then taking credit behind my back, for my project ideas? 

I have never been dead, so I have not a clue, but I have heard all dogs and people go to heaven, where ever that is? Heaven is supposed to be a really nice place from the sounds of it, and there are some that say, If you are suffering here in your body, or even in your mind, you will go to a better place when you die. So... if I choose to dismantle and separate this body and the spirit thingy that lives within, I am going to RIP and have joy joy joy, down in my heart, is that how it is going to be? I don't know, it sounds like hooey, and nonsensical. I am the type that kinda believes this is it, dirt to dirt, ya know? The body croaks, and starts to rot in minutes flat, and then get stinky: we are worm meat in no time! 

I know MAID is an option. A MAID can come to my home and fill me up with stuff that slows me down, immobilizing my body, so I cannot panic and actually move, and then the lethal dose does the trick! After that, I will be off in the never-never-lands of restless wandering souls, or maybe I will end up in fields filled with forget-me-nots, where deer and lion frolic and play together! Seems pretty final to me, and it is nice to have choices when it comes to death. MAID may be neater and cleaner than suffering and dying, and death sounds like a pleasant experience, at least, that is how I am hearing it these days. 

I am not currently dead, and neither is anyone I currently know. I guess the people that talk about after-death, and what it will be like, probably did more reading about it then me, and know some people that have died and came back to tell them about it. I have seen videos about this very thing on youtube. Who am I, to tell other people they are wrong, or don't know? I think that questioning their beliefs borders on being judgmental, and since I don't want to be judged for what I think, I refuse to do that sort of thing to anyone else. Their truth is their truth, ya know? 

I have seen that there is a chance that life continues somehow when we don't have our bodies. People wish other people Happy Heavenly Birthday, and dogs cross over a rainbow bridge to get to heaven! Can you imagine the tail wagging, when pups are finally reunited with their human parents, after their parents become the dearly departed too? 

I suppose the sentimental and romantic side of me may take over as I age. I really want to see things as they are, and perhaps, the softer sweeter part of me will take over in my spirit thingy, and I can start to believe. how delightful life will be, once I am, well, ya know, dead. 

If you have never been dead, then you may be just like me - I try not to think about it too too much, because why bother? So many people are croaking all around me lately, so I have given it a little more thought then usual, but I am not going to let the idea of dying, or what possibly happens to me afterward, get in my way of living. I want to have fun, eat, drink, and have a good time, because as the song lyrics go, I'm here for a good time, not a long time, so have a good time, the sun don't shine everyday! 

O, one more thing: I kind of like the idea that I am energy and will reabsorb and get recycled by the universe. Now that makes sense, and I am kinda leaning toward being okay with this, if it actually is what happens. I mean, I see how seeds grow into plants, then they seem to die, and then voila, next season, they reappear in the same place, as the same plants! I like this very much, so I am not too concerned about coming back and being me again. This may be the happy note I needed to hit, in order to close out this little convo with you. 

Ciao for now, see you on the flip side, or not? Who really knows... 

Behaviour Never Lies

Behaviour, unlike words, can always be trusted, because behaviour belies inner workings. What we think, followed by what we say and then do, gives insight to others, about who we are. 

If you are a liar, then what ushers forth from your mouth, has come directly from your heart. Liars deceive, trick, pretend, feign, disguise, dismiss: liars make concessions for themselves, and the people that want to believe them, have a tendency toward conjecture. What I mean is this: if I like someone but suspect they are a liar, I may go easy on them, give them some "grace", and rather then trusting my discernment and disbelieving them, I will lean toward leniency, and make up excuses for what they are saying and doing. The opposite can also be true: if I know someone is a liar, I can have a strong bias of distrust every time they open their mouth and speak, and I have to work really hard to ensure that I listen to what they are saying, because even liars, periodically, and sometimes often, speak the truth.  

But it is behaviour that we are focusing on here, dear one, and just like a liar can speak just enough truth to trick a listener, a truthful person can periodically lie to themselves and to others, since we all have a tendency to see and be blind, hear and not really listen, think one thing and slip slide toward another. It is human nature to be confused from time to time, but over an extended period of time, you and I can be known, for the character traits we display, the words we speak, and the actions we take. 

I see all the fraudsters being decimated on social media. All the actors and actresses that have made their money from trickery and deception, posing with their dark side turned full-of-filler-face toward the camera, and they look and act like the demons that have been invited in, and have infiltrated their being. I think of the film Nefarious, and see how wicked and criminally insane these people have obviously become; but it isn't just the dulled super stars that are asylum like outbreak patients, it is the general population too. MAID comes to mind as I type... 

You and I can self-suicide without doing the dirty work, by booking an appointment in advance with a murder nurse, who with compromised soul and poison in hand, displays concern and compassion upon arrival. We can make arrangements, so our loved ones don't have to, for body removal and disposal, followed by a sweet celebration of life, where we are talked about and fondly remembered, by people snacking on sandwiches and sipping coffee or a cold beverage, depending on their mood. It makes me think of 1-800-Got Junk trucks - Hello! We have come to pick-up the remains and dispose of them. Where's the body?

I beat the same drum often in my attempts to break thought barriers and resistant to sound reason sentiments. We are living dark days, and people like Donald Trump, are the perfect example of a wicked person being hero worshipped, to the point of madness on the part of the worshipper. What we see, is the cognitive and physical decline of people like Donald, that have privately and publicly behaved very badly, and I am being o so soft in how I am presenting this, because I need not describe all that he has done, to let all those that are watching and listening know, that he is guilty beyond excuses and beyond concessions and conjectures. 

Think with me about making excuses to God for our behaviour? How will that work out? Now why in God's name do we think we can make excuses for anyone? What makes us think it okay, to see and hear wickedness, and then pretend, the person didn't mean that, or their intentions are good, or they are having a bad day? Come on now, you are an adult reading this, and you know you can't get off the hook for some of the things you have said and done: why not come clean, decide to be honest with self and others, and let your behaviour be judged based on who you are in relation to the human beings you interact with? And why not, let repercussions for badly behaved people, be the price they pay, without exception, for the cumulative evil they have indulged for all of their lives? 

God does not tolerate evil, and neither should we. God forgives when we repent, and it is, I am sorry, please forgive me, that gets us closer to the ideal of being a decent human being, along with changing our behaviour to match the budding new and honest you. When someone like Donald, or any of the other obvious seed of Satan, refuse to give God honour and obey his commands, we must be honest, and trust that the behaviour they are displaying, actually belies their inner workings, and that what we see, is who they are. 

Proverbs 12:22

Lying lips are abomination to the LORD; but they that deal truly are his delight. 

1 John 3:18

My little children, let us not love in word, neither in tongue; but in deed and in truth.