Silly

I watched a fella on YouTube that calls himself Spidey: this is his tag name and is a reference to his spider like senses, quite similar to famed and pretend super hero Spiderman's, extraordinary abilities. What this mentalist will not say, left this listener baffled and annoyed, because he is very committed to simply observing body language, without ever really having an opinion about fakes, frauds, pretenders, scam artists. As a trickster, I get why the human spider won't call out his kindred, his own people, as it were, but he makes a mockery of his own self-professing capabilities of reading people, when he refuses to see, that Charlie Kirk, was not murdered, but was set up to look like the victim of murder. 

Hurrah, hurrah, for the milking it for all it is worth crowd, that engages in the silly nonsensical defence of what did not happen, that appears to have happened. Erica, the weirdo, has made an angry face fool of herself each time she feigns offence when someone dares to question the supposed killing of her pretend husband; and everyone that Trumps up the event as true, stomping their feet and insisting on the validity of the murder of Charlie, looks like a child that can be accused of protesting too much, when challenged. Notice how dropped off this issue has become among the Christians that wept bitterly over the death of Charlie, and threatened other Christians with banishment from their fairytale land, if they whispered even a hint of suspicion over this production, of was Charlie, or wasn't Charlie, murdered? 

He wasn't murdered, but he was playacting. Don't ask me why this fiasco was set to roll over the people, all I know is that guy, labelled Charlie Kirk, got a lot of airtime, when many of us were knocked off from social media exposure each time we questioned covid, the mandates, face mask wearing, social distancing, injections, not being able to work, or have people in our houses, or worship in unison with other Christians in church. Charlie was a popular guy with cameras rolling non-stop, and so many people admired him, despite his avid and obvious hatred for Muslims (the unsaved must be prayed for, not targeted as people to kill), and also despite the fact that Charlie approved abortion if a mother was endangered during pregnancy - did God tell Charlie there are exceptions to his commandments, or was that a liberty this man took upon himself to promote as a way out of fulfilling to completion, a woman's duty, to protect her child when in the womb, and to deliver that baby into the world, when it was ready to make its debut? 

The loud and the proud love the attention, and we can count of these foolies to grab all they can get when it comes to the spotlight. As they dim the atmosphere with their darkness laden lies, no one seems to care anymore, because they have moved on, or at least, that seems to be the case? 

Covid did a number on the masses: medical professionals are now openly admitting that after being injected with potions from Pfizer, they have aliments that debilitate and cripple them. The grim reaper is knocking on doors, and he cares not that people believed they were doing the right thing, when they said yes to all things covid. The father of lies cares not if you or I believe Charlie Kirk was killed, but he does really savour how silly we become, when we argue with one another. and insist on what we cannot prove, one way or another, because we weren't at the venue during the event of the supposed shooting, and we are not forensic officials with evidence to assess before us. 

As long as the focus is off of covid, the culprits run wild and free. My sister's death anniversary passed recently, and within a week, her birthdate will arrive, without her here to celebrate the day. Those injections that were all the rage in the early 2020's, expedited her departure from this world, and I have not forgotten what the wicked did to ensure that many would be maimed and murdered, with their destructive propaganda pushed on the unsuspecting masses. 

Spidey supposedly is observant and shares his skills to facilitate learning for those that would like to be more aware and intuitive too, but it is the Christians that have been given the gift of discerning the spirits, and we are the ones that see through and past, the great delusion, to the devil on the other side, each time we witness the bull paddies that pile up around the fraudsters and fakes, that take up hours and hours of silly social media space, spinning their lie webs, hoping to catch some naive human flies. 

And for what, I ask you? What do they gain with all their mischief making, and what do the susceptible audience members gain, for believing the lies and pranks and misleadings? 

Our focus on our faith, on Jesus Christ as Saviour, is diminished each time we spend time, on nonsense. You could, if you like, accuse me of wasting my time and yours with this piece of writing, but I would reply, I am challenging you to clean up your viewing and listening, so that if you were indeed tricked by covid, you will be cautious and reticent, when next the tricksters attempt to win you over to their wicked side of wrongdoing. 

You have heard the expression, Fool me once, shame on you, fool me twice, shame on me? We must be ever vigilant and aware of our surroundings, and what interactions we have that lead us in a dark direction of deception. The long term effects of covid are evident now to most, and I hope the blame is placed on perpetrators, those that take to microphones and cameras, to spread thickly, the lies told them to tell, by Lucifer himself, since they are, under his command. 

NOTE Un: I realize the Charlie Kirk devotees are being stirred up and want justice for their murdered hero... this is a sad waste of time and effort, since the whole thing was a make-believe set-up, for a salivating and frothing at the mouth audience of human idol worshippers. 

NOTE Deux: It appears the mentalist actually believes Charlie was murdered, which has me recognize, once again, that bullsh%t really does, baffle brains. 

Vanity + Escapism = Vapidity + Soul Sickness

Alcoholism is not a sickness, it is a choice, a choice to avoid and evade responsibility, and accountability too. I know my opinion is not a popular one, and people prefer to think of drunks as sick people that need compassion due to their inability to resist their poison of choice, but I see these circumstances differently. I feel sorry for drunks in a wholly different light, as I observe the great losses they willingly incur via the massive relationship sacrifices they make for their drink, and the co-lateral damage caused by their carelessness, that they disregard, but ought to be ashamed of. Drinkers lose out on the best people, because they cannot see the investments made in them, and the hope placed, or the pleading with God for them to change, and see what is good and right, directly in front of them.

When alcohol is a person's best friend and automatic go-to, the people in their lives are shoved aside, and the alcohol is defended vehemently, because the drinker deems it necessary for their very survival. 

Drunks have soul sickness. When a craving to detach from reality becomes irresistible, it is evidence that there is something wrong in a person's spirit. and the drinker forbids healing when they submit to the lure of substances that dull or mask any sort of pain that threatens their own established status quo. Think of it as a teeter totter, with pain on one end that terrorizes with suggestions of tearing down it's victim, balanced out with a numbing agent, that blurs vision, dulls obnoxious memories, and incapacitates the one that would prefer not to know and deal, with what bothers them deeply. 

To acknowledge what bothers us and live through what might feel like life threatening emotions of betrayal and wounding, relieves us of the excuse of masking the pain; alas, it is only the brave hearted that travel into the dark corners of their memories, retrieving them for assessment and pain processing, with the desire to heal what hurts. Drunks do no such thing: drunks are committed to their best antidote, with alcohol winning their affection every time. 

I am on a tear about these matters, because I do believe their is a direct correlation between the vanity of escapism we are witnessing with major and minor facial surgeries, breast implants, Brazilian butt implants; full with filler lips, and cheeks, tattooed eyebrows, full sleeve (full arm) tattoos, and all the vaping and weed smoking, sober people are observing and concerned about, with soul sickness that I will label vapidity. In other words: vanity + escapism = vapidity and soul sickness. 

I have watched some regret videos, with people paying a lot of money, and experiencing excruciating pain, to have tattoos removed from their brow areas, from their face, and from their bodies. Some of the ladies say they cannot follow eyebrow trends because of their micro-bladed brows, but this is not a good reason to regret: I suggest an appropriate reason to regret, is to acknowledge how beautifully God crafted their unique face, and that they owe him an apology, for tampering with his handiwork. 

God designed us with the capacity to suffer and then to heal too, emotionally, physically, psychologically, spiritually, with his Holy power and might, but if God does not factor into the healing equation, humans have a tendency to look for help elsewhere, and man alive, they are misled so often, and the cost is so great, that it is in the aftermath that assessments and realizations are made, that it is too late to fix or change the situation. 

The world was flooded with soul sickness and lust for pleasure once before. The element of water was used as punishment and a sign of God's wrath, wielded on humanity for their despicable reprobate ways. Fire is a cleansing agent, and when humans burn in their lusts for beauty and vanities sake, they light God's fiery anger against them, for glorifying humanity and indulgences, rather than singing his praises as Creator. 

We are to be sober and watchful. We are to be dutifully diligent. We are to be love and light in a dark world, not self-indulgent and self-absorbed. We are to share the Good News of the gospel of Jesus Christ for the saving of souls; we are not to spend our lives on nothingness for nobody. 

Deuteronomy 32:22

For a fire is kindled in mine anger, and shall burn unto the lowest hell, and shall consume the earth with her increase, and set on fire the foundations of the mountains. 

God is not frivolous with his promises or professions. There isn't a prophecy that has fallen fallow, and God does not betray himself by saying something and not following through: this is why The Bible can be trusted as his Word, and his commandments can be considered laws to live by, because God does not play games and he not flighty, skittish, or shy, when it comes time to display his righteous anger and almighty power. 

Consider seriously how you spend your time, your brain power, the resources made available to you. Consider the cost further on down the road, for the choices you make today, since there will always be rewards and alternatively, punishments, for what we decide to do, with what we have been given. 

God is serious, and we must be sober minded too, especially with so much rampant sin on constant display. We must watch ourselves, knowing he is ever presence, and we cannot escape his sight. 

NOTE: A drunk's pleasure eventually, becomes other people's pain.

Unmindful of Another World

They were not sensible of their danger, therefore they slept; they were not sensible of their duty, therefore they were drunk: but it ill becomes Christians to do this. What! Shall Christians, who have the light of the blessed gospel shining in their faces, be careless about their souls, and unmindful of another world? Those who have so many eyes upon them should conduct themselves with peculiar propriety, Matthew Henry, Acts to Revelation, Volume 6, page 634. 

Dear one, do you sense danger, or are you a sleepy head, and unaware of the times?

Dear one, do you know what your duty consists of, or are you checked out, soaked in alcohol, or a drugged haze of smoke and vapour? 

I am glancing into my past these days, and seeing the drunks as they all fall down. I recall being in a crowded pub, and witnessing a person falling off of a bar stool after being over-served. One of the people I was with said in their Scottish accent, Ah, the poor thing, and I responded along the lines of, That is shameful; she looked at me in shock and horror, not understanding my lack of compassion. I do have compassion for the lost, the lonely, those that make horrendous choices and publicly humiliate themselves in a drunken or high stupor, because I am concerned for their soul, and the behaviours are indicators that not only are they inclined to alcoholism or drug induced idiocy, but they are completely asleep, and do not acknowledge their duty to citizenship as responsible adults. Drunks and druggies require sober people to care for them when they are out of their minds vulnerable, and I find this to be one of the most despicable situations for the wanton self-indulgent, to put caregivers in. 

There is a man I know that soaked his liver to the malfunction point, and was granted a transplant, after being sober for a year. He was desperate to live and did what he had to do to secure that transplant liver, and behold, he got what he wanted, and in the mean time, he was lovingly cared for by his long-term live-in girlfriend. She told him she would leave if he started drinking again; old friends told him that if he misused this opportunity and abused the new body part that could have gone to a more deserving person, they would drop him as a friend. 

Can you guess what he is doing now, dear reader? That 26 year old liver he received, is being soaked with alcohol, and it is utterly, shameful of him to do what he does, without regard to his duty as an accountable adult. 

Drunks don't care who they hurt, dear one. A person that overindulges eventually becomes a dependent, needing constant care and attention to maintain a useless helpless life. The injuries they inflicted run deep, and without regret, remorse, and a desire to make amends, the drunk leaves scars on their caregivers that can only heal with the helping hand of God Almighty. 

Which brings us full circle to the point of this writing: drunks, druggies, self-absorbed people that care not for others in their insensible states of ignorance, that sleep when danger is present, that get intoxicated or high when they ought to be on duty, ignore mindlessly, that there is another world, and that they are accountable to the One that made them. 

We are all responsible for our impact, and a day of accountability will be faced by one and all because we are answerable to the Judge: this is precisely what Christians discern and know, and what heathens and pagans deny as they indulge their flesh. We all have many eyes upon us, and it behooves us to behave with peculiar propriety, especially if we call ourselves Christians. 

I leave you with scripture to consider: 

1 Thessalonians 5:6-10

Therefore let us not sleep, as do others; but let us watch and be sober. For they that sleep, sleep in the night; and they that be drunken are drunken in the night. But let us, who are of the day, be sober, putting on the breastplate of faith and love; and for an helmet, the hope of salvation. For God hath not appointed us to wrath, but to obtain salvation by our Lord Jesus Christ, who died for us, that, whether we wake or sleep, we should live together with him. 

Strictly Confidential?

Census cards placed in mailboxes are numbered, but are considered unaddressed mail, since there are no names on these materials. The census cast of clowns that door knock and attempt to enforce compliance, do not know the names of the people living in the houses they are told to talk to, because of the governments vow to protect privacy, by having the census be an information gathering exercise, with the promise of anonymity, for the citizens that answer the questions. 

It must be duly noted, that the census combatants, have been pernicious in their perturbations, by going where they are not permitted to go, each time they ask for a name, a phone number, or other personal information from neighbours or family members, of their intended prey. Propriety is neglected each time government employees ask what ought not, to be asked. 

Completely confidential is a standard line fed out to bait the hook ... we all know there is no such thing as confidentiality, when our cell phones pull up ads for us, while not in use, but within ear shot, based on private conversations we are having with family, friends, neighbours, co-workers, or while muttering to ourselves. Our cell phones are spies, and we pay for our plans in more ways than just a monthly bill issued for service. Governmental types want to know about mental and physical health, and they love sending kill yourself with our assistance propaganda, to the infirm and suffering. Between our cellular devices and the governments meddling, we have zero privacy, and no confidentiality, to speak of. 

Routine check-ups sound so innocuous and helpful, don't they? I haven't had a "family doctor" for a number of years: some people find this offensive, and some people cannot even comprehend the concept, of not being a regular at their local doctors office. I have received several notices from the hospital that it is time to have some testing done, but I ask you, dear one, for what? The idea of preventative medicine is a long held standard of acceptable pre-illness care, but once the tests reveal that you are a housing unit for cancer, they have an automatic repertoire of cancer causing tours they tell you you must take, to fight and beat this cancer. I heard recently from a reliable source, that the combination of radiation and chemotherapy yield a 3% success rate or cure: now follow closely with me as I finish the equation: this means that the treatment for said cancer has a 97% failure rate. The treatment options seem so limited to the sickly that they more often then not, go with the prescribed plan, and man alive, from what I have heard first hand, the "treatments" are so harsh and destructive, that they cause severe suffering, and destroy immune systems. 

All that you have read may be old news, or it may be just what the heavenly Physician ordered. You do not have to do certain things at all, dear one. You do not have to go against your own internal warning system to comply with people that imply that it is your duty to do as they say, or as everyone else, is doing. No one can mandate you to give your personal information, especially when they cloak the exercise in a Strictly Confidential blanket of misrepresentation. You are a number to the government, and what they want to know, is where your weak spots are, so they can press in hard. 

Evil is just like the wildfires Ontario has been suffering. Evil coats the air in acrid smoke that must not be inhaled. Evil spreads when it is not snuffed out, and evil infiltrates minds, lungs, hearts, souls, when permitted to puff up. and run with the wind. If your urge is to say no to evil impositions, then say no. If your urge is to give in because you are afraid of repercussions from evil task masters, then you will pay further on down the line, for not being stedfast, and trusting in God's sovereignty, and will in the world. 

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 art 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. 

Piecing everything together:

I see what is happening, and I write to warn. The cv injections cause cancer for a reason, and the reason is malicious. Cancer treatments cause cancer, and increase the likelihood of early death. The government of Canada issued a long form census to 25% of Canadians, and some of the questions pertain to physical and mental health. I dare to suggest that what the questioners are looking for, is the success rate of their population reduction plan. The nefarious nature of world governors is apparent to many, and is becoming obvious to more and more people, as the days add one to another. 

NOTE: Stage four cancer that is suddenly discovered, is an oddity, for those that prior to cv injections, had no signs of illness. I hope people are pleading with God to restore them, rather than trust in the witch doctors that want to treat them in cancer clinics. 

Avoiding God

Do you avoid the good stuff, dear one? 

I am not a procrastinator, but I used to be. I had dread: that feeling of must I? when things felt pressing, but I put them off anyway. It makes a person feel pretty badly about themselves with all that putting off until tomorrow, or the next day, or next month, for all that can be completed today. 

Here is a put off till later list you might be able to relate to when procrastinating prevails: 

1. Cleaning bathrooms

2. Doing laundry

3. Buying groceries

4. Pulling weeds

5. Paying bills

6. Booking a dental appointment

7. Clearing out the garage, drawers, and closets, of items no longer in use

8. Booking car maintenance

9. Exercising

10. Counting calories

11. Exercising... oh wait, I already said this one, didn't I?!

Negative results can look like this:

1. Sinks, showers, and toilets, become gross me out science projects with things growing in there

2. You run out of clean underwear and start looking at dingy items as options

3. You fast food drive through and immediately feel the affects of rancid oil after consumption

4. Your property looks like a sanctuary for wild critters

5. Plaque build-up feels like a fur coat when you run your tongue over your teeth

6. Your garage, drawers, and closets, are stuffed full with items you don't recall buying, and have you wondering how they got there in the first place

7. The warning signals on your dash show up more frequently, and you become confident that your next visit to the shop will require taking out a mortgage for repair payment

8. You get thick around the middle and those shorts you wore last year, refuse to travel past your thighs

9. The thickness around your midsection is now in your hips, buttocks, and man alive, your shirts and underwear seem to have shrunk

10. You just feel so darned tired and lethargic all of the time, and you would prefer to not ever clean your bathrooms, do your laundry, walk the isles of the grocery store or bother cooking. You decide to turn a blind eye on the take-over weeds in your gardens, suffer a sore tooth, let the car, your mid-section, and the rest of your body, go all rusty and useless, and ignore the massive caloric intake in favour of the ease of eating out. Exercise is for fitness nuts, and you ain't no nut!

Now think with me, of how good it feels to take care of the business at hand, as projects and must do items present themselves. Your day has a start, middle, and end, and what you do with your time is a statement about what you deem important and valuable. How do you start and end your days, dear one?

I am leading you to where I want you and I to go together. Perhaps your relationship with God is the very thing that you have ignored, neglected, put off, put on the back burner, with lots of procrastination placed between you and him. Are you avoiding the good stuff? Are you avoiding time with God?

There are two must have and read books, and they are:

The King James Bible & Matthew Henry's Commentary on The Bible 

There are two must do activities, and they are: 

Thanking God & praying

Your day is entirely a waste of time, if you have not spent time in God's word, and if you have not praised and worshipped him. I make these statements confidently, because they are truer than true, and perhaps you already agree with me? Your list of things to do, pale in comparison to spending value added to your life time, adoring God, honouring God, obeying God... all of your life will fall into perfect place, when you keep your focus on his will and live his way. 

There is a peace that comes from being in relationship with God that you and I quite simply, cannot acquire or ascribe to, in our everyday endeavours. Sure, we must work and take care of our abodes and the vessels that house our respective souls, but what good is all that is material, if the spirit is starved to death from utter neglect? What is the point of life without God, is my real question. 

You get to answer this question, dear one. 

What is the point of life without God?

With God, the possibilities are endless. Without God, there is the drudgery of worldly work and worldly pleasures, without the promise of eternal bliss in heaven with the Saviour of the world. How very repetitive and boring life is, minus the glory of God to illume the mind and give hope to sojourners travelling and travailing on planet earth. 

1 Chronicles 28:15

For we are strangers before thee, and sojourners, as were all our fathers: our days on the earth are as a shadow, and there is none abiding. 

It is a bore to think of life without God, and I hope you have come to the same conclusion. Don't procrastinate if this is what you have been doing. Don't put off that quintessential conversation you have been meaning to have with your Maker. Talk to him first thing in the morning, and then at noon time, and before you drift off to sleep, and see how everything brightens, how everything sounds and tastes better too, and how much strength you have to get your work done, because he is the one empowering you. 

Avoiding God makes you a shadow of yourself... a fading shadow of who you could be in Christ. Avoid him not - go and reconcile with the Redeemer, and you shall see how brilliant life can be in his eternal presence. 

P.S: Our outsides match our insides. Whatever you are not taking care of now, will become a hot mess in short order. Relationships are more valuable than places and things, and your relationship with God is the most important one you will ever have. 

Humpty Dumpty Trumpty

Cheater, this is what can be said about someone that wants the rules changed or bent, to ensure an advantage: cheaters prefer favouritism over performance, because winning at all costs means more to them, then having the skill or talent to accomplish a task or goal, with excellence.

Trump called Fifa because of a "horrible" call by a referee, and requested one of his red white and blue countrymen, be permitted to play soccer for his team after being red carded for stepping on the ankle of an opponent. I am not surprised at Trump's attempt to manipulate people and demand his own way, and I guess I am not at all surprised either, to know that Fifa is inclined to give in to calls that come from off the playing field, in order to accommodate a tyrant or two.. 

What is the point of playing when all the obvious cheating is considered? What is the point of watching, with all of the behind the scenes, along with all the up front in our faces, nonsense that is permitted with eyes watching and ears perked? Sure, the athletes are poetry in motion when they work synergistically and seamlessly as one unit with one mission, but all the shenanigans with pretend injuries and pratfalls, coupled with sometimes life and body changing injuries resulting from condoned violence, make the sport a spectacle that has one questioning character, integrity, honesty, and fair play. 

Cheating is a sport unto itself, and Donald Trump is the kingpin cheater of cheaters, liar of liars, thief of thieves. He bragged shamelessly about loopholes and tax evasion, and he digs letting everyone know how rich and important he is... he is, after all, ranked number one on tic tac, or is it TikTok Donnie? with Taylor Swift far behind, in the number eleven position. 

Humpty Dumpty teetering on a brick wall comes to mind when I think of Trump with his massive ready to explode in self-awe, wonder, and admiration, air-filled head. Someone that loves the Don ought to distract him with shining things to keep him from standing in front of a microphone, and free falling with nonsensical egoistical words, that make him look like a massive blue blunder of idiocy. 

I find cheaters and liars distasteful, how about you, dear one? Do they curdle your lunch in your stomach, and make you scrunch up your face in consternation? Donald believes he is popular, but I see a train wreck, and while I try to look away, he sometimes crosses my line of vision, and I cannot help but throw a dart or two, in an attempt to pop that hot air balloon head of his, with a few words of my own. 

Humpty Dumpty Trumpty 

Sat teetering on a wall

He bumped his air head

With all the words that he said

As he tumbled with a shattering fall

Sure, it's a lousy poem, but I am getting a point across, that a man with too many words, eventually says so much, that he is marked as a fool. 

Even a fool, when he holdeth his peace, is counted wise: and he that shutteth his lips is esteemed a man of understanding (Proverbs 17:28)

Perhaps you have heard it said this way: It is better to be silent and thought the fool, than to speak and remove all doubt. 

If only Donald had refrained from constantly speaking: he may have had a chance at being thought of as wise, and held in great esteem, as a man of understanding, rather than an utter babbling brook fourth grade vocabulary fool. 

Trump. Me - popular

Taylor Swift - not so much

Don, keep talking, it confirms so much for so many. 

A Guilty Plea & Clemency

What do you do with your guilt? This is the question R. C. Sproul would ask God denying atheists. 

What, pray tell, do you do with your guilt, dear one?

When I am guilty, I side-eye look at what I have thought, said, or done, as a suspect, as a misdemeanour-mischief-maker that does not want to admit wrongdoing. It doesn't take me long to feel forlorn, with a troubled feeling in my gut that suggests, You had better take care of that issue you are avoiding, or it will haunt you all the live long day. 

After acknowledging what I am guilty of, I confess my sin; I make apologies; I attempt to make amends, without trying to smooth over what I have done: we must never ruin a perfectly good apology, with excuses. 

These past couple of days I have felt stupefied, a truly strange feeling that rides the line between shock and horror. The feeling has slowed me down and quieted me, and I wonder, how can it be, that so much loss can accumulate in a matter of a few short years? A plague of poison fills veins, stomachs, minds, hearts, and while some are pleading guilty, and will be granted clemency, others do not even glance in the direction of their own sinfulness, their own wrongdoing, their own denying of deity. 

It is the denying of deity that keeps a soul in a holding pattern of wretched guilt. When we look to him, our sins become glaringly obvious, and we cannot help but crumble in a heap of human messiness before his majesty. One cannot deny their guilt in the presence of Almighty God, but one surely can weep in remorse, plead for forgiveness, and be granted the clemency a contrite soul craves, that can only be granted by the Judge and King, the Lord of glory, Jesus Christ. 

I charge thee therefore before God and the Lord Jesus Christ, who shall judge the quick and the dead at his appearing and his kingdom (2 Timothy 4:1). 

You don't have to believe what I am telling you, but I suggest to you that your very soul knows exactly of what I speak. Your very being cannot deny deity, despite your mind and heart attempting to do so, if it so happens that you are inclined to ignore, and turn your back, on the one that made you.

We will appear before God and Jesus Christ to be judged. The quick (still alive), and the dead alike, will be present at his appearing, and it is prior to this judgment day that we must look straight-eyed and seriously, at our guilt, our sins, our massive and minor mischievous-misdemeanours, and say, I said that, I did that, my hands are bloody and yes, that was me and I am so sorry Lord, please, I beg, forgive me.

It is commendable to be contrite. Repentance is a cure all. Reconciling with self as sinful and acknowledging what must be done in confessing, opens the door to healing in relationships with God firstly, others secondly, and lastly, with self as a peace-maker and new man or woman in Christ Jesus. 

Look your sins in the eye, own them, and from there, resolve to sin no more. God will give you the blessing of reconciliation with him, and the strength to face the world with a dazzling I belong to God grin, that lets others know, you are heaven bound as one of Christ's faithful followers.