Would it be fair to say that humans have a tendency to... I don't know, overrule God?
Knowing God's Word, and not living it, can make a person feel dichotomous. God does not rule by consensus, popular vote, or the by-way of referendum, and yet, in the human desires of the wayward, and this includes you and me, we really want what he has said, to match what we believe is alright to do. Having God's stamp of approval, even if we have made it up in our mind as a justification for going away, rather than toward him, is what we long for, to continue in our sin.
My recent writing has been a condemning of halloween type celebrations, as representative of pagan practices. Perhaps fifteen or more years ago, my former husband and I had large halloween karaoke parties, and this, while I was a professing Christian! When I look back I am mortified for indulging in what I considered then, harmless fun. I thought Christians that warned against celebrating this satanic day and night, were perhaps wearing overly tight underwear that had been tied in uncomfortable knots. Alas, I was dead wrong, and I was a house divided against myself, indulging my flesh for the sake of self and other entertainment, and turning my back on the rebuke of scripture, that clearly warned against inviting darkness into my abode. When we open the door to the devil, converse with him, and then invite him in, we can be sure, that a bad omen will follow.
Proverbs 14:1
Every wise woman buildeth her house: but the foolish plucketh it down with her hands.
Way back when - and believe me when I tell you that I prefer to distance myself from my past because it is embarrassing to look back upon all my ungodly choices and behaviours - I was tearing down my own house, with my bare hands. Eventually, with consistent reading and weeping over scripture, conviction for my sins grew my commitment to honour and obey God; he strengthened my faith, and my resistance to the pull of wickedness in the world, increased incrementally. I pray that I am a wise woman, that buildeth my house!
And this I pray for other believers, that they too, are not wise in their own eyes, but wise as committed to Christ, faithful servants of the Lord.
Overruling God happens all the time, when en masse, people agree by consensus, that God does not mean what he says - the Word of God is alive. God is unchanging, immutable, and does not accommodate the whims and wishes of each new generation. The Ancient of days isn't fickle, and there are no new inventions of sin, just old ones dressed up in new costumes. The Devil disguising himself is no longer necessary, since common folk openly embrace him, worship him, indulging themselves so that they do not have to abide in the laws that are commands from the Almighty.
This past Sunday, a friend of mine went to emergency to have a persistent pain investigated. I stayed with her and all told, she was at the hospital for twelve hours and I was with her for the majority of that time. We spent the night in waiting rooms, while watching and hearing the suffering of humanity. It was not the 31st of October, but it could have passed for a horror show halloween set up.
Real people, vomiting on themselves; real people, unable to make eye contact or recognize that they are amongst other human beings; real people, walking while bent over side-ways and falling down; real people moaning in pain, uttering help ow, help ow endlessly, or screaming vulgarities at the staff; real people, sitting dejected and utterly alone, left there by a friend, family member, or cab driver; real people bringing in their infants, or small children, after having been vaccinated the day before. Dear reader, my friend and I could hear all of the exchanges between the staff behind the glass referred to as fishies by a regular, because they looked like they were encased in a fish bowl, and the people coming in needing immediate assistance. The drug addicts that are coming off of whatever they have ingested or injected, use this place as a detox centre and eventually, they leave unseen, or get ejected by the very polite security staff: what can emergency room staff possibly do for those that self-harm, and will continue to do so, until they come in on a stretcher, or get picked up and taken to the morgue?
We do not have to have a doctor take our pulse and declare us dead. Oh no, all we need do, is look around, and see the dead eyes, the flat emotionless disconnected zombie like dispositions, the sickness raging and hidden away and out of sight, night after bloody vomit soaked night, in emergency rooms understaffed and overflowing with the mentally, socially, and spiritually, terminally ill.
Halloween is a celebration of death, but dying and death is not candy and popcorn, movies and family fun after trick or treating. Death is hideous, monstrous, soul reviling, and leaves one feeling helplessly inept. Death is embraced as a welcome friend that can relieve suffering, until of course, it comes to visit, and will not leave until life is extracted and stolen away.
Oh God, I heard this so many times while sitting and waiting with my friend. Yes, Oh God, please help me, help ow, help ow. It is God that we call to when death says I am here to hurt you and take you away. It is the Creator we recall we rely upon, when weakness in the knees has us falling on our faces, or when the stomach can no longer contain the bile that builds there and erupts, no matter who is watching.
I sat and listened as the admitting staff asked parents over and over again when they brought in their children: is he/she up to date with their vaccines? Yes, yes, the infants and young children were indeed, up to date with their vaccinations, and it never occurred to the staff member, or the parents, that perhaps, the injections were precisely the reason young and should be healthy new to the world children, were sickly.
While the detoxing drug addicts roamed restlessly amongst the sick in the crowded waiting room, or slept in awkward positions on uncomfortable chairs, the inDOCTORated continued to enter in and exit the exact same doors, and wait in similar rooms, to have their new to the world children treated, by the very people that promoted the poison pushed into them via syringes.
Overruling God appears to be contagious, and clearly, there are consequences. We are witnessing the fallout from a drug and death culture, that can no longer comprehend what is good for them, and what is sickening and gangrenous to the soul.
Trick, or treat? I say the masses have been godlessly self-tricked, and man alive, there is no treat in sight.
Revelation 4:11
Thou are worthy, O Lord, to receive glory and honour and power, for Thou hast created all things, and for Thy pleasure they are, and were created.
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