Shazam!

For years now, I have exercised my super powers as a weather changer. Grey sky, no problem, I pray for blue with fluffy white clouds and SHAZAM, gorgeous overhead coverage graces one and all. Torrential slanting rain with wind threatening tornado swirls that break tree limbs and lift roofs, I pray and BING BANG BOOM, the downpour slows to a gentle trickle, kissing flowers to their roots, and all is well in the world, at least, around me and mine. 

Magical thinking, you say? perhaps, or maybe, just maybe, there is something marvellous to discover in what I am suggesting:

1. Notice what is not right, and label it

2. Check with scripture to see if you are on point

3. Compare what God's plan is with what you are witnessing

4. Pray for God's will in earnest

5. Ask God to make right, what humans have attempted to destroy

If you are at all aware of what is happening to our world, you acknowledge that the wicked ones are inclined to ruining what is true, honest, just, pure, lovely, of good report, anything virtuous and praise worthy. They are opposed to all that is of God, being contrary to God's righteous glorious ways and commands. They want to block out the sun, but really, it is the Son of God they want to throw shade on, dear reader. In arrogance, fools try to kill God, blacken His reputation so to speak, and it ain't gonna happen, because, HE IS GOD ~ SHAZAM!!! BING BANG BOOM! 

Here is what God wants for us:

Finally, brethren, whatsoever things are true, whatsoever things are honest, whatsoever things are just, whatsoever things are pure, whatsoever things are lovely, whatsoever things are of good report, if there be any virtue and if there be any praise, think on these things (Philippians 4:8)

The devil and his crew ~ including the humans that publicly make demonic spectacles of themselves ~ want lies, manipulation, iniquity, ugliness, horrifying reports, vileness and condemnatory words and deeds to grow and flourish ~ in hideous foul ways ~ in the minds, hearts, and souls of human beings. 

Dear one, we are commanded to pray. Find below four of many verses leading us to the One and Only Sovereign. It is His power, and His delight that we seek when we ask in earnest:

Be careful for nothing; but in every thing by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known unto God (Philippians 4:6)

If ye abide in me, and my words abide in you, ye shall ask what ye will, and it shall be done unto you (John 15:7)

Be careful for nothing; but in every thing by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known unto God (Philippians 4:6)

Therefore I say unto you, What things soever ye desire, when ye pray, believe that ye receive them, and ye shall have them (Mark 11:24)

Pray without ceasing (1 Thessalonians 5:17)

This morning I felt really small, teeny tiny. I had the pleasure of recognizing how very little control I have over everything, except of course, the weather, which was established in the opening sentences of this piece of writing (hee hee).

While teeny tiny, small minded men and women have convinced themselves of their invincibility, they are subject to the weather too; they are subject to decaying, dismembering, dementia (insanity runs rampant amongst the godless ... Fredrick Nietzsche suffered dementia and mental break down at the age of forty-four ~ he wrote about super man, a socialistic concept of supreme humans ruling and reigning the pathetically inept and useless regular populace, also known as useful idiots or useless eaters in modern terminology (that's you and me by the way, dear reader), and finally, death. That last word is the killer ... I mean kicker.

As the sun shines brightly into my front room, I switch off my desk light as redundant. The provider of brightness shines in the minds firstly, the hearts secondly, and the souls thirdly, in those that love the One that made them. I find it utterly mind boggling that the trees keep their leaves until the fall, when they are commanded to drop them yet again. The wind and rain do not tear them away. They are weathered in storms, and so, dear reader, are we. 

I pray, then I pray, and then after that, I pray again. It is the power of God that means and matters the most, and His will, will be done, on earth as it is in heaven. 

Do note in the picture I included, the I Am inside the word Shazam ... God is the Great, I AM. 

Pray without ceasing (1 Thessalonians 5:17) 

God hears you, dear one

He sees and hears you 💖

Paddling & Rescue

I found him in my pool, paddling right, left, front and back legs moving but getting him no where. I knew his fate but had no idea how long he had been in this state of surface gliding minus traction. Do I rescue him? Do I let him continue in his survival attempts, knowing his demise was an eventuality inescapable?

It didn't take me long to decide. I got the skimmer and planned on scooping him out. While retrieving the screen on a pole, I considered my options:

1. Scoop the crawly out of the waters that threatened his life, and fling him over the fence hoping he never returns to my back yard

2. Scoop him out and smash him against the fence hoping he would expire (a rather impolite word for die)

3. Land him somewhere so he could crawl away and munch on more of the leaves on plants decorating my gardens

I went with choice number 1 but alas, my fling was ineffective, and the little fella landed inside my side of the fence, rather than on government ground, meaning the walkway that lines my property. The idea of a flying thing being relegated to outside my property permanently is laughable: that little guy could do as he pleased as long as he was free to walk on solid ground and leaf, twig or tree, and as long as his wings could buzz him here there and everywhere, making him a little destructive traveling monster of sorts. 

Destructive traveling monsters

The tank like ~ they truly resemble armoured vehicles, don't they? ~ iridescent Japanese beetle is an unwelcome pest that devours without care of the holes and ugly jagged marks it leaves behind. As far as beetles go, this particular brand of bug is rather attractive. So far this summer, I have rescued a beetle, a bee, flying ants, spiders, a rat ... yes, a rat! Last year there was a cute little chipmunk ...

Not one of these critters thanked me, dear reader, not one! Some of them preened and cleaned, drying themselves off before taking their leave, completely unaware that they owed me a debt of gratitude for giving them one more day to delight, dig, snack, fly, run, crawl, scurry ... I was their super hero and they just plain old moved along, oblivious to their previous peril and ready to face another adventure. 

I wonder about my little beetle ... will I find him in the pool yet again? Will he wonder, What the heck? how am I in deep water once more, and then shout, Help me, someone, hey lady, HEY LADY!!! Get me outta here!

Imagine with me the desperation in the cries and shouts of earthly inhabitants as water rose up from springs, and great sheets of rain poured down for the first time, from skies that opened for the express purpose of drowning, extinguishing life. For an account of this, read Genesis 6-9

Men, animals, flora, and beetles ... all destroyed because the humans would not, adamantly refused, praising and glorifying God for the lives He had given. He gave them lots of time to do so, as He does for us that still live and breath. 

Which sometime were disobedient, when once the longsuffering of God waited in the days of Noah, while the ark was a preparing, wherein few, that is, eight souls were saved by water (1 Peter 3:20)

God waited 

God watched

Eight humans were saved before flood waters covered the earth. God saw to it that within an arc, provision for a future was secured for the small surviving family. Those that died with lungs filled with liquid were eradicated, wiped out to be seen and heard no more. God no longer had to suffer their blatant, repulsive, wicked and vile ways. Are we there again, dear reader? 

We have some more time, that is the good news. And 1 Peter 3:20 is followed by verses 21-22:

The like whereunto even baptism doth also now save us (not the putting away the filth of the flesh, but the answer of a good conscience toward God) by the resurrection of Jesus Christ: Who is gone into heaven, and is on the right hand of God; angels and authorities and powers being made subject unto him.

While the flood waters destroyed the wicked and their souls now suffer in hell fire eternally, Noah and his family were preserved, and we too, can be. We can be baptized and washed clean, removing the filth of this fleshly life, our conscience rinsed so that we are renewed and restored to relationship with God through Christ our Lord and Saviour. 

Sinned greatly

I realized this morning that I have sinned greatly ... I have wanted the wicked beetle like people wiped out so they can no longer devour and destroy God's created beings, both fauna and flora, and especially, His humans. I have wanted someone to do something because I am not long suffering, I am impatient and impetuous and yet, God has been merciful and gracious with me in countless ways, and thankfully, His timing is perfect, even if you and I are similar in our desire to see awful things made a right. If you are like me, you sigh and cry over the injuries, the heartache, the losses that accumulate daily. Wanting justice is not wrong ... God is just.

So I wait, I watch, but more importantly ...

God waits

God watches

He waits for the ones that have yet to come to Truth

He watches you and me, to see if we will obey His commandments

And our job, dear reader, is to pray for lost souls and to model God's love, through Christ our Lord

Amen

Breeding Zucchini

Do you know how baby zucchini are breed and born? Well ... let me tell you a thing or two about THAT‼

The female plant has what looks like a tight bud in the middle of a blooming flower. The male plant has what looks like a small penis, coated in pollen, in the middle of its bloom. If you want to, dear reader, you can get all planty and technical, and either use the proper words for these parts if you know them, or look them up if you don't: I am just giving you the basics of zucchini anatomy as someone that eats them after others have grown them. 

I am pretty sure you can imagine what happens to a female zucchini after she has been pollenated by a male zucchini ... she PRODUCE(s) babies that grow into delicious nutritious vegetables (they are actually considered a fruit). When a female plant is not fertilized by a male, her babes are tiny, and she doesn't propagate like her hopped up on pollen sisters. In other words, she doesn't have a whole garden full of offspring to count and corral. 

Here is the most important thing you will read in this piece of writing ... are you ready for it?

MALE ZUCCHINI DON'T MAKE BABY ZUCCHINI ... that is correct, they don't produce "fruit" so to speak. 

So you can't get fruit from a fruit, if the fruit is a male. And you can't get fully grown fruit if a female hasn't be sprinkled with the sperm, I mean the pollen, of a male.

Dumb da dumb dumb DAAAAAAA

Here are two definitions of propagation:

1. The breeding of specimens of a plant or animal by natural processes from the parent stock

2. The action of widely spreading and promoting an idea, theory, etc. 

Dear reader, I simply cannot be the only one having fun with this concept. 

Let me tell you 'bout the birds and the bees and the flowers and the trees and the sky up above ... let me tell you 'bout a thing called love. 

I never want to be accused of being boringly obvious in my comparisons, but I risk just that here with you now. I mean, you know I'm talking about, deflowering, penetration, propagation of a species via pollination or sperm meeting egg and making a plant or say a person, from copulation. These are all just old fashioned ways of nature to continue a species, predetermined by God, but who am I to argue the point as a non-scientifical person (don't worry dear reader, I know I make up words, and why not, everyone is doing it!).

Bottom line. Lies lies lies ya, they're going to get you ... or least, that is the hope of the wicked. The convoluting of truth, the deconstructing and distorting to accommodated the debauched, is a game played at the expense of sound intellect, soundness of soul, and a resolute belief that God designed all perfectly, and we get to marvel at His handiwork. For shame on all those that propagate lies, collude with liars, misrepresent the truth, and willfully destroy what is good, pure, wonderful and holy. 

Zucchini perfectly mate, male and female, with a little help from insects with wings, or perhaps even a human that understands the nature of things, like my friend Maggie. Her garden is full of gorgeous produce propagated the old fashioned way ... male pollen tipped stamens meet swollen female ovary pistils and voila, baby zucchini are in the making! 

It behooves each truth teller to carry on telling the truth, and nothing but the truth, or so help us God. When we lie to ourselves, to others, we damage our own reputation and integrity, and it degrades the integrity of our co-existence too. We simply must commit to the truth, or be condemned as propagators of ideologies that are spun, and spawn, of the devil, the most sinister propagator of destructive murderous falsehoods, unmatched in his abilities to twist and mangle humans from the inside out, starting with what and how they think. 

He that committeth sin is of the devil; for the devil sinneth from the beginning. For this purpose the Son of God was manifested, that he might destroy the works of the devil (1 John 3:8)

And even as they did not like to retain God in their knowledge, God gave them over to a reprobate mind, to do those things which are not convenient; Being filled with all unrighteousness, fornication, wickedness, covetousness, maliciousness; full of envy, murder, debate, deceit, malignity, whisperers, backbiters, haters of God, despiteful, proud, boasters, inventors of evil things, disobedient to parents. Without understanding, covenant breakers, without natural affection, implacable, unmerciful: Who knowing the judgment of God, that they which commit such things are worthy of death, not only do the same, but have pleasure in them that do them (Romans 1:28-32)

⁉️ Can you see what I see? 

⁉️ Can you comprehend that we are in the throes of an epic battle for minds and souls? 

⁉️ Do you understand the seriousness of the situation?

Let us not allow any of the nonsense. No more pandering to pathetic. Just plain old say NO!

🔥 Who's with me in the battle? 

I know I am not alone, praise God 🔥

PS: Picture provided curtesy of my friend Maggie, a propagator of truth, and clearly, zucchini!

Advantages of Suffering

When my father died the world turned ugly shades of dirty grainy grey. He wasn't the perfect dad, but I liked and loved him, and wasn't done with him yet. That was my first hellish experience with unrelenting anguish. The sorrow squeezed my heart, and I finally understood the meaning of the word wretched. We are wretched when we cannot bare the loss of a future without someone we never anticipated losing. We are wretched when we suffer and can not stop weeping and wailing. In the suffering, the loss, the incapacitation and acknowledgment of helplessness, we are brought to our knees, or at least, I am. 

Some wounds never heal

I read in a book recently, that some wounds are never healed. Have you been injured to the point of painful spirit scarring, dear one? I know many that have been, and it makes sense that some cuts are so deep that it is hard to escape the memories and sorrow of how they got there. While discussing this topic with my son yesterday, he said, If an arm is amputated, you have to live with one arm: wise words from a young one. Dear reader, when a soul has been slashed, hammered, battered, bruised, is it any wonder that perhaps, a part of the person will always ache over the loss of innocence or a sense of well-being?

Compassion is priceless

I love that Jesus wept. Just the thought of God grieving makes me weak in the knees with gratitude. When someone cries for themselves, for us, with us, isn't that the most tender time of sharing sorrow? Compassion is priceless and invaluable. Suffering is inescapable: you and I both know this. What we do, who we turn to, what we believe about the suffering, who we are during and after, is up to each person. Careful thought is required, not to make sense of the why part of suffering, but of what is redeemable while in the throes of sometimes devastating circumstances. 

Yancey & Hellwig

While reading Philip Yancey's book: Where Is God When It Hurts?, I savoured a list, adapted by Yancey, from the writings of a now deceased Catholic nun, Monica Hellwig, that highlights what can be oddly (odd by secular standards, since so many are fiercely independent and believe they are in charge of their own destiny financially and physically) called "advantages" to being poor. Yancey directs us to the "advantages" of suffering, and I do believe we are witnessing broad swatches of suffering across the earth. Here is the list ... what do you think?

NOTE: I added my thoughts in brackets

1. Suffering, the great equalizer, brings us to a point where we may realize our urgent need for redemption. (Everyone suffers and feels urgency about their existence at one point or another)

2. Those who suffer know not only their dependence on God and on healthy people but also their dependence on one another. (We are all dependent)

3. Those who suffer rest their security not on things, which often cannot be enjoyed and may soon be taken away, but rather on people. (People matter, not things)

4. Those who suffer have no exaggerated sense of their own importance, and no exaggerated need of privacy. Suffering humbles the proud. (Suffering humbles)

5. Those who suffer expect little from competition and much from cooperation. (Winning no longer matters, working together does)

6. Suffering helps us distinguish between necessities and luxuries. (Desiring bigger/better disappears replaced with appreciating simplicity)

7. Suffering teaches patience, often a kind of dogged patience born of acknowledged dependence. (Patience and endurance develop)

8. Suffering teaches the difference between valid fears and exaggerated fears. (Life or death becomes real)

9. To suffering people, the gospel sounds like good news and not like a threat or a scolding. It offers hope and comfort. (Knowing we die has us thinking about eternity)

10. Those who suffer can respond to the call of the gospel with a certain abandonment and uncomplicated totality because they have so little to lose and are ready for anything. (Nothing to lose, everything to gain)

Help me

If I attribute any one great mover that had me change more rapidly than any other, it would be suffering. It has been in my suffering that I have called out to God to make the pain go away, help me become more like Him during it, help me become more compassionate for others because of it ... talk about dependency! 

Badge of bravery

When my father died I was strong, an emotionally independent island, still in charge of my self, despite the feeling of broken helplessness. I called out to God but before men, before others, I was a rock of confidence. My suffering was solo, and no one else's business. I took pride in not showing my sorrow, wearing it as a badge of bravery, not trusting anyone with my broken heart. When someone we love dies, we don't always hear the words that can soothe the soul, sometimes we are told things that heighten our need to hide from prying eyes ...

In my middle years when life took a turn and I didn't have control of the steering, I learned vulnerability and humility in ways I didn't appreciate at the time, but would not give up for anything now. In my sorrow and suffering, I am not brave, I am honest. In my hurt and anguish, I weep without withholding ...

People need people

As sister Hellwig and brother Yancey have pointed out, poverty and suffering bring us to the knowledge that all that matters is people ... people, people who need people, are the luckiest people ... in the world ... Do you know this song, dear reader?

I leave you now to consider your own suffering, with this little hint of a direction you might want to take ...

From what I am learning, the people that perpetually ask, Why God, Why Me, don't get the piece/peace that transforms ... they endlessly chase their tails with regret, and wishing that does not change a thing. It is the "to what end" question that helps us become the kind of people God wants us to be, the kind of people others call on for support, comfort, encouragement, a shoulder to cry on, and a person to celebrate with too! 

To what end?

To what end? How can this suffering be redeemed Lord ... dodging pain doesn't work, but acknowledging the hurt and heartache that drives us to humbly admit that we cannot control our circumstances sometimes, enables a holy dependence on the loving and merciful God that created us to serve Him, and one another. 

I leave you to your pain, and pray for your healing in the hands of the Comforter and Great Physician

But the God of all grace, who hath called us into his eternal glory by Christ Jesus, after that ye have suffered a while, make you perfect, stablish, strengthen, settle you (1 Peter 5:10)

After Shot Hangover

I recall the headaches accompanied by that sick feeling of my stomach revolting. How could you do this to us? said my brain and body in unison. My head throbbed, my guts rebelled, and my thoughts swirled repetitiously:

🔥 What did I say last night?

🔥 Oh nooooooo, I can't believe I did THAT! (throw up)

⁉️ Never again, I will NEVER do that again

❤️‍🩹 Sorry God, I am so sorry

🔥 Serves me right (barf)

🖤 When will I learn?

🤢 Please make it stop

😕 How old do I need to be before I grow up? (dry heave) 

💔 Please forgive me God (barf, retch, barf)

When I had a hangover, I slept without rest, awoke early, started throwing up at around 7 a.m, and continued to do so every twenty-minutes until about 5 p.m. I couldn't be an alcoholic if I tried, because too much of the "spirit" had me losing an entire day of my life in the post drunken state, when my brain sent signals to my body that I had mistreated it, and my body did all it could to let me know that it was not pleased with the abuse I had administered. Self-abuse, dear reader ... I don't actually believe in alcohol, drug, or any other type of "addiction". I believe we have to want addiction to make it work, because our bodies are designed to reject the bad and embrace the good, but alas, this is learned behaviour, and so is drinking, doing drugs, or having sex in access. Each action requires effort to make it habitual, and this truth points to choice and self-indulgence, with a massively large invisible price tag attached. 

One of the things that rescued me from stupidity is shame. A good dose of regret, remorse and abashment, help a person be more reticent and resistant to repeating certain behaviours. I always knew when I was going to "let loose" and drink a little too much too fast but I had an, I don't care attitude, on those occasions: funny how the attitude was radically different the very next green gilled day.

I recall the word conscientious used to describe students in yesteryear. Consciousness, awareness, eagerness to do a job well, is what we want to observe in others, or at least, it used to be? My day after the fun night before had me feeling loathsome of self, embarrassed for my lack of temperance and elegance. Drunk people are idiots, dear reader. I thought I was more clever when intoxicated, more philosophical and ever so slightly more sophisticated than the people that were imbibing along side me. Alas, it is a fools game of pretend, because "spirits" invade the mind, soaking it to the point of nonsensicality. Simply put, drunk and high people act like big dummies, no matter how smart and sharp they think they are when inebriated. 

Still with me? If so, know that the above was a prelude, an introduction to my main topic: After Shot Hangover.

Millions of people, and from the looks of it, perhaps billions of people? have taken multiple shots. They are experiencing hangover type after effects from poisoning their bodies. I cannot change the last sentence, as much as I want to do so. The shots are poison, people willingly (not children, some elderly, or the incapacitated from making sound choices) made the decision and the effort, to get injected. Did they know they were poisoning themselves? I suspect most didn't; some rolled the dice believing they might get sick, might not, and took the chance; and some believed that whatever was in those vile's was going to cure their ills mentally, physically, and perhaps even spiritually. 

Spirt ... spiritually ... spirt ... spirits

And be not drunk with wine, wherein is excess; but be filled with the Spirit (Ephesians 5:18)

It is the spirit, or Spirit, that moves us dear reader. We make choices that align with one world leader, or the One that created all. I make no apologies for being this cut and dried. Liquor stores sell spirits: in Canada the word spirits used to describe alcohol, and has been sanitized to dull the senses of the potentially soulfully attuned. When consuming alcohol, we agree to have our mind altered in some fashion each time we take in more than our bodies can process: shots are meant to get a person drunk, and no one with good sense, would argue with me on this point. 

Wine is a mocker, strong drink is raging: and whosoever is deceived thereby is not wise (Proverbs 20:1)

As I continue the comparison between strong drink and injections taken by the masses, I hope you are tracking with me: we are being sober minded together about the days, the weeks, the months and years, that are impacted in the aftermath of choosing shots that cause toxicity. 

I have admitted repeated stupidity to you dear reader. I was a terrible drinker, in the sense that the stuff didn't agree with me, especially when I willfully overrode the Holy Spirit in favour of spirits of the demonic variety via imbibing, and allowing them to think and speak on my behalf. Those days are long gone, and so is the company I kept that saw nothing wrong with regular intoxication:

But now I have written unto you not to keep company, if any man that is called a brother be a fornicator, or covetous, or an idolater, or a railer, or a drunkard, or an extortioner; with such an one no not to eat (1 Corinthians 5:11) 

I had to choose to accept the hangover reality as truth, that doing what God tells me not to do, brings self-induced harm physically, mentally, emotionally, spiritually. I could lie to myself and pretend I had a good excuse for getting drunk, but I didn't have one, and never will! I didn't pretend either, that I had some kind of flu bug making me barf (loudly). Not the image of a pretty woman, that is for sure! 

Shots taken are meant to cause a type of drunkenness, with mental fog, malfunctioning of the brain, immune and neuromuscular systems, and injury to all tissues and structures within the body. The administrators of the injections knew the hang over after effects that many would suffer long term following the acceptance of internalizing the poison concoction designed to maim and murder. 

Some, dear souls, see the connection and recognize the after effects. They have regret, remorse and repentance, and repeat these refrains:

💔 Please forgive me God (barf, retch, barf)

🤢 Please make it stop

Conversely, others simply refuse to see the error of their ways, the deviant path they have taken, and the self-destructive choices they are responsible for. Consequences don't have feelings, sympathy, compassion. The refrains of those that lie perpetually to themselves, sound more like this:

😕 Why am I always sick?

✅ I did everything right

🤬🦠 Stupid anti vaxxers gave me this

😇 I am glad I got vaxxxinated, it could be a lot worse

😍 I am still alive

Consequences can be short lived or agonizingly suffered for a life time. BUT, dear one, there is always and forever this: CHOICE!

Choosing to live according to God's will and God's way, can give us freedom from habits that harm. Freedom from the spirits that suggest we indulge what is unholy, unsavoury, unspeakable to God. Freedom to live as though we are going to die, but without fear, because we know God has a plan that is beyond our imaginings. 

One of my favourite things to repeat is about Jesus: The truth shall make you free ... 

And ye shall know the truth, and the truth shall make you free (John 8:32)

You know the truth, dear reader, but do you know the Truth? Do you know Jesus?

He never lied, never sinned, never disobeyed the Father. He taught morals and values and principles for good and wholesome living that save the soul, and is the King of kings, Lord of lords. The voice of Truth is trustworthy and deserving of our attention and affiliation. The voices that suggested shots intentionally mislead, lie, and want you and I to do what we ought never do. 

Be sober, be vigilant; because your adversary the devil, as a roaring lion, walketh about, seeking whom he may devour (1 Peter 5:8)

Devour ... people are being devoured, swallowed up by the grave with lies on their lips. I pray this is not you, dear one. I pray you know today, that you can choose differently, with different outcomes, now and forever. 

I pray you know Jesus as your Saviour, this very day. 

Living With A Killer

Last Wednesday my little dog was viciously attacked by a much larger dog. She didn't stand a chance, it happened quickly, and she died in my arms in short order. 

Flash back images have played in my mind of those brutal moments, but also all the ones that are playful and fun too. That is the hard part, isn't it dear reader, recalling the beloved alive, while reconciling with them being no more, inaccessible, somewhere out there in the ether of memory but untouchable in the flesh. Dead, is dead.

I wrote about the killing of my dog last week, and in my sorrow I was greatly comforted by many. They wrote notes, checked in, called, checked in some more ... emails and consolation messages keep coming, and I am ever so grateful for the kindness. I have also had some say, in their love, that they want the dog that killed mine, put down, the owner held responsible for what happened ... I see their point, I really do, but there is this, dear one: The owner of that beautiful dog, lives with a killer.

The confused and displaced woman that could not control her half blind dog, also could not control her tongue. She was a swearing and accusatory person: she didn't like my son holding her dog down to release ours from its jaws, nor did she like him picking her dog up and throwing it away from me and Dot (our little Yorkie). The words coming from her were vile, and she kept saying, You hurt my dog (it was fine by the way, sitting patiently near by, unaware that her doggie ways caused human suffering). Alas, ours was dead, she could not cope with the situation or what she had just experienced, nor could she see the permanent damage that was done, because she loved her dog more than she cared for our loss, our pain, our suffering.

I paint a picture, of our last moments with Dot ... we tried to tell the woman it wasn't her fault, we didn't blame her, and I watched while my son offered his hand to her, telling her he was sorry, because while she verbally attacked and screamed at him, he had knocked her hat off her head. Nothing stopped her though, her vicious attack continued, just like nothing stopped her dog from going after ours. (Matthew told me later that he restrained himself; he said he had wanted to kill her dog, but in those moments decided he didn't want to hurt the canine). The woman did, at one point, when he and I stated our dog was dead, say she was crying for both of them, and then she resumed with the accusations, including that her dog was, Already half blind, and, I can't control her. She loves dogs, and we too, love dogs. Now imagine each set of us, me and my son, going home to bury our little bit of limp fluff, her going home with a killer. 

She lives with a killer, and no matter how she tells the story, no matter what lies she tells herself, her dog killed another dog before her eyes, and she can never again, walk the woods, or the pathways, without a sense of fear, of trepidation, that it may very well happen again, but perhaps, to a small child? 

Many have said the dog ought to be put down. I can see their point ... a killer in our midst is untrustworthy, dangerous, thirsty for blood and eager to destroy. Perhaps we can extrapolate together from here, dear reader: 

🔥 People who say things like, We are coming after your children, may be the type of dogs that need to be put down 

🔥 People that want to control the human population via increased access to contraception, family planning (abortions), wealth redistribution, and one-child policies ... may also be the type of dogs that need to be put down 

🔥 People that want to eliminate, say, seven billion humans from the earth via the various and obvious, spoken and repeated out loud nefarious plans they plot, may be the type of dogs that need to be put down

Don't let me play this game all alone, dear reader. What other dogs in human form, may be the type that need to be put down? Can you list at least three with me?

Let's play life, not pretend, together. Imagine being married to a mass murderer. Imagine your father being a public figure that speaks vile hatred to a populace he has been selected to mislead. Imagine knowing that at any given moment, the one you live with, can turn on you, lips drawn back and fangs bared, ready to sink into your neck, drawing blood, while shaking you senseless. Killers are indiscriminate. They do what they do because they like it, and while they may kill someone else's family members as a general rule, they aren't exactly reticent about killing their own if they happen to get in their way while on the hunt. 

Killers, like the dog that took my little dogs life, don't feel remorse, don't feel any pain or compassion for their victims. They live to kill another day, unless, of course, they are capitally punished, and put down. 

Cain, killer ... Abel, pleasing to God

Devil, killer ... Jesus, Saviour of the world

We are descendants. We each have a father, or Father. We belong to a family, and we act like our brethren, our others, our kin. If, dear reader, you cannot see that the veil between the fleshly realm and the spiritual, is thin and currently dissolving, then you may want to pick up your Bible and start praying and reading to educate yourself. 

One last thing. Just as the Bible is predicative or prophetic, meaning it tells us what is to come and in times gone by, was a way of foreshadowing the future (which we now live), for the ancient believers, so too, there is demonic predicative programming, that is being actuated. The Simpsons has for many years done fortune telling in cartoon fashion, which is witchcraft. There are many movies that capture in one and a half hour stints, exactly what is happening in parts of the world, attesting to the fact that satanic power is potent, as humans that do the devil's bidding fulfil their murderous purposes, sometimes completely unaware of the role they play.

This is why we say many are sleeping, while others are so, AWAKE

Type this into your search bar, Satan Roams The Earth Seeking To Destroy, and find there the Scripture listed below (there was more, but I had to stop somewhere in my itemizing!)

1 Peter 5:8

James 4:7

Job 1:7

John 8:44

Ephesians 6:12

1 Peter 5:8-9

Revelation 12:9

John 10:10

Hebrews 2:14

2 Corinthians 11:14

Job 1:6

1 John 5:19

1 John 3:8

2 Corinthians 2:11

John 14:30

2 Corinthians 4:4

John 12:31

Ephesians 6:11

Matthew 4:1

Revelation 12:10

Genesis 3:1-24

Revelation 12:1-17

Isaiah 14:12

Revelation 20:10

1 John 4:1

Ephesians 2:2

John 16:11

Jude 1:6

Ephesians 4:27

2 Peter 2:4

Romans 12:2

Genesis 3:15

Genesis 3:1

But I fear, lest by any means, as the serpent beguiled Eve through his subtilty, so your minds should be corrupted from the simplicity that is in Christ (2 Corinthians 11:3)

I can lead a man to the Bible, but I cannot make him read, I cannot make him abide, I cannot convert him from fleshly to soulful, just as fat cannot be converted to muscle ... one must shrink while the other grows.

I can make all the suggestions in the world and each one, must make up his own mind. But do so at your own peril, if you choose to dismiss the Christ, because, dear one, that puts you in the world with the fallen angels, and makes you a human follower of the anti christ, the one that hates you, hates me, hates children and little dogs, and loves death. 

We are beings unto death. You can make some fantastical summer plans, and then learn that a loved one has been removed suddenly, unexpectedly, from your life, destroying the joy you had during merry making. While I have grieved the loss of my dog, and rightly so, I have been reminded to never be cavalier about death ... evil people, are indeed, callously cavalier about the death of innocence, the death of their victims, and the suffering in the aftermath for those left behind. 

Let us not be so casually comfortable with our current state of being. Let us be prayerfully mindful, that souls hang in the balance always, until they leave this earth and go in one of only two directions: to God, or far far removed from Him. Once a spirit leaves the body, it is game over. 

Dead, is dead.