The Spade

I have this dreary vision of a woman digging her own grave... 

A woman was once gravely ill, and someone offered her a spade. She took the spade, then set it aside, whilst deciding to live. Being gravely ill didn't match her personality, her perspective, her desire to savour the pleasures of this life, and so, she was spared.

Not long ago, the spade reappeared. Someone took it from the darkened corner of the woman's mind, handed it to her, and stated "Take this." The spade looked familiar to the woman but she could not place where she had last seen it, if at all? "Take it, TAKE IT" the voice insisted, and the woman did as she was bidden.

"What am I to do with it?" she asked the someone. "All in good time", the someone responded.

Life of its own

The woman forgot about the spade, misplacing it once again. She carried on with her life: eating, drinking, laughing, talking, working, solving the problems of the world while believing that the universe had a plan for her, and everyone else in it. The spade all but forgotten, took on a life of its own: scraping dirt, hitting rocks, shoving them aside, until soft earth was found. One shovel full, one pile of dirt and rubble removed at a time, an opening enlarged. The woman felt something odd, a pull backward; that old sick feeling hinting of its return. No matter, she would look into the sickliness that made her feel tired and without strength. She had won this battle once before, and would rise to the challenge yet again.

An elixir

All around her people clung to life. They heard there was an elixir, a promise of safety and wellness for one and all. Believing in humanity, believing in the common good, the woman did her part. She again did as she was bidden, along with all those that cared enough about their fellow man to do as they too, were told. "Take the spade, TAKE THE SPADE..." each and every one, heard this same insistent instruction: unbeknownst to them. The someone had made his rounds, visiting those that were inclined to perish, those that didn't mind getting a little dirty with delusion and confusion, believing that they could save themselves and others with strong medicines made by men. 

The grip of the grave

With every passing day, the woman felt an irresistible pull. She had done most things just right, but fate, as cruel and kind as it can be, had other plans for her. She was not to escape the grip of the grave, and she inexplicably took one, then two, then quickly three and four backward steps. The spade suddenly reappeared, extended by an invisible hand. It bid her one last time, to dig a shovel full, and live the grand gesture of throwing the dug up dirt on her own coffin for all to see, how very brave a woman can be, going to her own death. 

Writers Reveal:

Dear reader, I will give you this writers reveal. The image of digging came to me earlier today, and try as I might, I could not fathom what it was about. Later, I opened an email, and there was a note that suggested that if the reader was reading, the writer was already dead, and the email had been sent by the authors husband. 

Without giving you specific details, I will say that the person that died, had survived a horrendous bout of cancer many years ago. More recently, she decided to get injected with the popular poison juice that many are deluded enough to believe is meant for their good and the good of everyone else. Wouldn't you know it, the woman "tempted fate", and became deathly ill once again, and this time, no treatment made even a hint of healing difference. 

She is now dead, her body awaiting burial.

Cumulative effect

What I know is that when her belief system was challenged regarding the injections, she was adamant about her choice being the correct one. I am confident that in her final days, she remained clueless about her own contributions to her demise. Like so many, the delusion is so strong, that the lie they swallowed whole has lodged itself somewhere in their being, directing their very thoughts. It is never just one lie, dear reader, that damns us. There is a cumulative effect when we deny truth in favour of our own preferred unrighteous reality. Those that are perishing, dig their own graves when they reject Jesus as Saviour. This is the scripture that matches what we are woefully witnessing: The Great Apostasy and falling away, coupled with strong delusion. God gives people over to their sin when they persist in it. The woman's funeral service and luncheon will be held at the church she attended with her husband. 

The Great Apostasy

Now, brethren, concerning the coming of our Lord Jesus Christ and our gathering together to him, we ask you, not to be soon shaken in mind or troubled, either by spirit or by word or by letter, as if from us, as though the day of Christ had come. Let no one deceive you by any means; for that Day will not come unless the falling away comes first, and the man of sin is revealed, the son of perdition, who opposes and exalts himself above all that is called God or that is worshipped, so that he sits as God in the temple of God, showing himself that he is God. 

Do you not remember that when I was still with you I told you these things? And now you know what is restraining, that he may be revealed in his own time. For the mystery of lawlessness is already at work; only he who now restrains will do so until he is taken out of the way. And then the lawless one will be revealed, whom the Lord will consume with the breath of his mouth and destroy with the brightness of his coming. The coming of the lawless one is according to the working of Satan, with all power, signs, and lying wonders, and with all unrighteous deception among those who perish, because they did not receive the love of the truth, that they might be saved. And for this reason God will send them strong delusion, that they should believe the lie, that they all may be condemned who did not believe the truth but had pleasure in unrighteousness (2 Thessalonians 2:1-12)

I leave you to ponder where we are in this moment of time...