Unaware, Undisturbed, Unafraid

This morning my eyes opened to 8:09 on the clock. I consider this sleeping in, and was shocked to see how late it was. Looking outside, I noticed raindrops on the windows and in my backyard, the patio furniture pillows were soaked, and garden wood chips were strewn about. Apparently, we had quite the storm last night, but I didn't even hear a whisper of the wind, despite my bedroom windows being opened. Is this how it was for Jesus while he slept peacefully during a storm, on a boat being bandied about with waves threatening to drown the wide awake men on board?

Mark 4:35-38

And the same day, when the even was come, he saith unto them, Let us pass over unto the other side. And when they had sent away the multitude, they took him even as he was in the ship. And there were also with him other little ships. And there arose a great storm of wind, and the waves beat into the ship, so that it was now full. And he was in the hinder part of the ship, asleep on a pillow: and they awake him, and say unto him, Master, carest not that we perish?

● Was Jesus unaware, and therefore undisturbed, and unafraid? 

You and I are not in charge of the weather, but their are human beings trying to take charge, and they have had some success in their manipulations of rain and wind. Today the sun shines brightly: the wicked ones would love to blot out the golden ball of heat and light, to chill and darken our world, dimming it so that we cannot see God's glory. 

● Is God aware of their plots and plans? Is he disturbed and afraid of their machinations?

We are promised trouble and tribulation in this world while we reside here, and the disciples experienced first hand what terror felt like in the presence of the Lord. While he slept, they panicked, and wondered how he could possibly repose so easily while they felt as though death was imminent. They were aware of a threat, and they wondered, Is he completely oblivious?

● Does it seem to you that God is oblivious and napping, while humanity goes up in hell fire flames? Is God resting while we are reacting?

Jesus was on a ship, and there were other little ships out on the water that evening: waves filled these vessels, and perishing seemed a real possibility for the sailors. Imagine there surprise, when: 

Mark 4:39

And he arose, and rebuked the wind, and said unto the sea, Peace, be still. And the wind ceased, and there was a great calm.

I was astonished to learn that my son, and my morning client, did not sleep last night because of the harshness and brutality of the storm. I picture the faces of the sailors in the boat with this astonishing passenger, and the faces of the sailors in the other little ships, when suddenly and abruptly, the wind ceased, there was great calm, and all because Jesus spoke the words, Peace, be still to the raging wind and sea. 

● How aware are you that God is all powerful, and that he tells us repeatedly, Biblically so, to be undisturbed, and unafraid? Surely we can grieve, because Jesus wept; surely we can sorrow, because many a man of God did so also, but not having faith, isn't an option (please excuse the double negative English majors). Believers know going to Jesus is our only option to calm the storms that threaten to drown us in our despair. 

And he said unto them, Why are ye so fearful? how is it that ye have no faith? (Mark 4:40)

Jesus' response to the disciples panic makes it seem as though fear is silly and unnecessary. The question is, if I may be so bold as to extrapolate just a little for our clarity on the subject while we are together, Aren't you aware that when I am with you, you need not be disturbed or afraid? 

● When you are in God's presence, do you feel the still and great calm? Does being with him give you the peace you need to perceive that he is omniscient, omnipresent, omnipotent? The disciples were in the presence of God and observed his Masterful control over the elements; we have the benefit of learning from them, What manner of man Jesus was, and What manner of God, he is: 

And they feared exceedingly, and said one to another, What manner of man is this, that even the wind and the sea obey him? (Mark 4:41)

Proverbs 9:10

The fear of the LORD is the beginning of wisdom: and the knowledge of the holy is understanding

Dear reader, if the wind and the sea obey him, I suggest it is foolish for you and I, to disobey the Master of the universe. He holds in his mighty hands the power to give and take life, and that ought to stir up some revert fear and trembling in mortal mankind. 

May the Son shine brightly in your soul, illuminating your mind, filling your heart with brilliant light, and giving your spirit a God glow that marks you as unmistakably, his. 

Egyptian Mentality

The little guy is moving fast with his mother trailing not far behind. I know where they are going, and my heart grows heavy with the knowledge. We pass them going in the opposite direction, and once we have completed our loop, we see them again. The toddler has a blue mask riding just below his nose, and his mother is donning one of linen colour. The weight of my heart has it sinking to the floor, and I resist an urge to shout at her and grab him away, to rescue him from what I know goes on in that medical centre. I have seen parents and children going in, and coming out, and I always pray for the little ones. 

I feel ashamed of myself, because I know I should say something, do something? Do I give the parent information and plead with them to not do this thing that they feel is the right thing to do? Do I accuse them of being an ignoramus, someone that ignores the facts, and is ignorant of them and therefore is stupid? Are they stupid, or deceived? I decide here and now that deception can stupefy us, so that we cannot think or feel properly. A spell has been cast, and the dark magic continues to work its ugly wonders on the unsuspecting. 

My shame fades and swaps out tag team like, with a feeling of desolation. I cannot rescue or save anyone that does not perceive danger. I am the crazy one for not believing lies: in the eyes of the deceived, people like me are just nuts. I do not look to the potions and poisons that the medical magicians have concocted to heal or protect me: in fact, I am very well aware, of what the witches brew does to the human mind, spirit, and body ... I hear a bird happily chirping outside my window, and the sun is beaming in. It is on days like this that I too, can pretend that all is well in the world, danger is abated, and I can simply enjoy the gift of a new day. In the back of my mind the scenario plays out, and I get previews periodically of what will be. God's Biblical foreshadowing informs believers, and while I appreciate this lovely spring day, I also anticipate bad getting worse. I have never been an optimist, I am more pragmatic then romantic, but the hope I have felt for the majority, has waxed and now wanes: my belief in them is limping and lame. When there is refusal to acknowledge the spiritual realm, doom and gloom pervades and prevails, and that is precisely what thickens the air with sick anticipation of the horrors of suffering and dying that crouch at each doorstep. 

The Israelites were told to paint with hyssop, the blood of a lamb on their lintels, their doorframes, so that the angel of death would not enter in and take their first borns; alas, the blood of the Lamb of God, who takes away the sins of the world, saves no one, when it is not counted on to rescue us from our own sins. Without acknowledging our blackened hearts, repenting for behaving wickedly, and then receiving remission following contrition and confession, our fate is sealed, as the saying goes.  

Exodus 12:1-8

And the LORD spake unto Moses and Aaron in the land of Egypt saying, This month shall be unto you the beginning of months: it shall be the first month of the year to you. Speak ye unto all the congregation of Israel, saying, In the tenth day of this month they shall take to them every man a lamb, according to the house of their fathers, a lamb for an house: and if the household be too little for the lamb, let him and his neighbour next unto his house take it according to the number of the souls; every man according to his eating shall make your count for the lamb. Your lamb shall be without blemish, a male of first year: ye shall take it out from the sheep, or from the goats: and ye shall keep it up until the fourteenth day of the same month: and the whole assembly of the congregation of Israel shall kill it in the evening. And they shall take of the blood, and strike it on the two side posts and on the upper door post of the houses, wherein they shall eat it. And they shall eat the flesh in the night, roast with fire, and unleavened bread; and with bitter herbs they shall eat it. 

There are instructions on how to cook and eat the lamb ... 

Exodus 12:12-13

For I will pass through the land of Egypt this night, and will smite all the firstborn in the land of Egypt, both man and beast; and against all the gods of Egypt I will execute judgment: I am the LORD. And the blood shall be to you for a token upon the houses where ye are: and when I see the blood, I will pass over you, and the plague shall not be upon you to destroy you, when I smite the land of Egypt. 

The first passover foreshadows the coming Messiah. For those that believed and heeded the instructions and warning, lives were preserved. When I compare and contrast the ancients to our modern day men and women, I see that we once again live in a time when and where, Egyptian mentality has taken over the masses. They prefer spells, potions, trusting in witch doctors, wearing masks that bespeak of slavery to a demonic dominion they seem to know nothing about, and submitting to strange authorities that prefer death over life eternal. Humanity has debouched itself by willfully handing over their existence to all that is unholy, and goes against the will of God. People want to preserve themselves here and now, and in their madness, they submit to mind and body poisoning that saturates the soul with sickness: and they give their children the very same "medicine" believing that by doing so, they are being good parents ... nah, not so, not so. 

Perhaps you have heard this or read this numerous times too:

I went for tests, but they do not know what is wrong with me ... What is going on?

"They", the technicians, doctors, and nurses, do know what is wrong, and "They", are seeing what is wrong, day in and day out, because there is commonality amongst the suffering. "They", got injected with poison, and "They", administer poison, and "They", now live their days seeing the devastating affects, and yet "They", refuse to acknowledge their role in murdering the people that came to them as patients. That, is what is going on, dear reader. 

Clearly I am not completely without hope, otherwise I would give up writing and publishing my work entirely. I am hopeful for you, and for your children, that you discern exactly what is happening, and recognize that The Bible is the greatest book of instruction given graciously to man, from God's own mind and hand. Jesus did not die in vain, that is an impossibility! Jesus died for you and for your offspring, and that means you can go to him for healing and for guidance as you face the future. I could say more, but the best advice is short and sweet ... find yourself a Bible believing reading friend, ask some questions, read The Bible after asking God to help you see and hear what he wants you to learn, and turn away from worldly, deadly wickedness, in favour of a relationship with the Saviour. 

I got my angst out, my encouragement in, and now I leave you to enjoy the sunshine. 

Sin Dodgers Abound

See here how those who with a great deal of presumption will do an evil thing yet cannot bear to hear of it afterwards, nor to have it charged upon them. When they were in the heat of the persecution they could cry daringly enough, "His blood be upon us and upon our children; let us bear the blame for ever." But now that they have time for a cooler thought they take it as a great affront to have his blood laid at their door. Thus are they convicted and condemned by their own consciences, and dread lying under that guilt in which they were not afraid to involve themselves (Matthew Henry Commentary, Acts To Revelation, Volume 6 page 52).

They vehemently viciously shouted, Crucify him, CRUCIFY HIM, but man alive, after Jesus rose from the dead and was the talk of the town, despite the evil intentions of spawn of the devil villainous men that thought killing the Saviour would salvage their pompous and pretentious positions of power, the very same fellas did not appreciated being accused of killing Jesus, despite having publicly displayed their hatred for him, over and over again. The establishment wanted to shut up to shut down God's Word on earth, and nothing has changed in all the time that has passed since Jesus died for the sins of the world. The Pharisees and Sadducees, the high priests and their low to the ground underlings, hated God, hated his Son, hated the Holy Ghost, and most definitely, hated anyone and everyone that threatened their authority by speaking of them, thereby glorifying the three in One, as Sovereign. 

Simple, isn't it, when looked at from the two sides point of view. Aren't there always two sides, dear reader? Rivalry is like a coin, heads or tails, two options and only two; except the coin toss does not determine winning or losing, it just decides who goes first. Victory goes to those that play by the rules, even when cheaters put up more points on the score board ...Thus are they convicted and condemned by their own consciences, and dread lying under that guilt in which they were not afraid to involve themselves. 

Sin dodgers abound, don't they dear one? We all sin and come short of the glory of God, but some of us actually admit to this almost fatal flaw of self-indulgence. Wilful sinning is disobedience to God's commands, his rules for the good life, and when you and I register that when we sin, it is against the Father, it is an almost crushing realization. Why and how could we have said and done such horrifyingly wicked things, we ask ourselves? When a person belongs to the family of God through the saving grace of Christ and his sacrificial death on the cross for our sins, it is unbearable to hide from and pretend that we haven't committed crimes against ourselves and against the One that made us in his image. We cannot stand our accusing conscience, and confession is so necessary and urgent we feel we might bust wide open with the pressure of containment, if we do not speak our contrition to his listening ears. Mercy is the relief we receive when we repent. The unrepentant, on the other hand, that do not want to acknowledge or hear that they have done wrongly, are slain by their own sin; their sin is fatal, and they do not, will not, refuse to, own it; self and other deception via denial gives them a sense of temporary reprieve but alas, justice will be served. The wicked ruin their own reputations, making fools of themselves before an observing Almighty God, and amongst his people.

I still see in my mind's eye, Justin Trudeau's face when he incited Canadians to hate their fellow citizens if they did not comply with mandates. I am curious about Justin and his whereabouts? Justin earned himself quite a nasty reputation world wide. When he turned to shake the hand or have a quiet word with a "world leader" sitting or standing near-by, they would turn away from him, disregarding him and ignoring him as though he did not exist. One by one, the puppets in the pulpits, the preachers of iniquity, the prime ministers of sedition against the Authority, have stepped down and away from their roles, to be replaced by equally empty and wicked minded mouth pieces. They too will have their say and day in the darkness that surrounds them; but we that see, know them for who they are and to whom they belong, and nothing they say or do will convince us that they are innocent of heinous maiming and killing crimes. His blood be upon us and upon our children; let us bear the blame for ever ... Justin and his cohorts do what the devil their daddy bids them, and the blood flows in rivers to fill the seas, and will continue to gush until God says, Enough. 

Every person that attempted to command their fellow citizens to go against the conscience God placed in each of us when he created us, is responsible for grievous sin committed - it is unconscionable to lead others astray, especially when evil is leading a person this way and that by the nose. In other words: If you thought you were right believing in the fraud of covid, and you shamed and blamed resistors for choosing to maintain their autonomy by trusting in the living God for their health and well-being rather than stupid, demeaning, and demoralizing masks and lethal injections as "protection" against a make-believe patented laboratory invented monstrosity designed to injure and kill, then you were dead wrong, and I do not use the word dead lightly. 

If you are reading this and you fell for the fraud, then please know that I have wept for you, and prayed for you to repent, and to confess your sin of rebellion to the only One that can save you from yourself. If you are still here with me, I also pray that you ask for forgiveness for damaging relationships in your rebellion: you demanded compliance from people that answer only to God, and for this, you have caused great pain and suffering to those that loved you and plead for your soul with sorrow and weeping before God the Father.  

If you are a sin dodger, meaning you do not hold yourself accountable for sinning against God, but rather, excuse what you do, favouring the feigning or justifying of your wicked ways, then you have some reckoning of your accounts to do while you still have breath ... if you don't do it now, dear reader, God will do it for you when you stand before him on the day you pass from this life into the next. Your soul is at stake; perhaps now is a good time to stop bobbing and weaving to dodge t punches in the nose coming your way. Maybe you can stand still, see your sin, suffer for all that self-indulgence that has ruined your life, and see Jesus on the cross, loving you past the crimes you committed at his expense, and embracing the salvation he mercifully offered through his life, death and resurrection. 

John 8:36

If the son therefore shall make you free, ye shall be free indeed

Dead Stop Statements

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above, and cometh down from the Father of lights, with whom is no variableness, neither shadow of turning.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Where, are you, in the mix?  

Where's Your Mask

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

● Where is your mask?

● Did you get your covid shots?

YOUR

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

We now switch gears, dear one. 

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

GRIN

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

By What Power?

To whom do you answer, dear reader?

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

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

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

By what authority?

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

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

We can compare: 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Stupid looking hat on Dumpy Trumpy

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

Back to the Bible

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

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

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

Philippians 2:12

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

Silencing The Voice

Can you hear me? I AM The Voice

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

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

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

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

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

John 10:27-28

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

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

John 14:2

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

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

Can you, dear reader, hear The Voice? 

The Purge

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

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

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

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

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

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

1 John 1:3

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

Proverbs 22:6

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