I harken back to October, and then travel forward in time, to our now:
Sweet October, blessed by the Lord, accursed by man. Fall is a festive season, with trees shaking out their branches, loosing colourful, soon to be crunchy under foot leaves, that litter lawns, sidewalks, and streets, in a glorious array of yellow, orange and red. Alternatively, October in Canada, is besmirched by man, with halloween practices degrading the month, when eyes are pulled away from God's display of his glory via nature, and toward hideous and monstrous decorations depicting death as a theme to embrace. Society is corrupted, dear reader, and is it any wonder, so many cannot stand God, and actually hate him, considering what they love?
In October, one of my besties and I took her children to a library, where nightmare inducing halloween books were on display at eye level for toddlers. At the craft table that has drawing paper taped over top, I wrote scripture as a message to any one that came after us. The Word of God goes forth, and in private, and in public, and at all times with all people, Christians must not be secret agents of the gospel, we must be devote messengers of the Truth that makes people free. Seeing little children wearing t-shirts with skeletons on them, is heart rending: the hope, is that they know the Lord, and the reality, is that they may never hear about him, if Christians do not speak-up. I am not ashamed of the gospel of Christ, and I am not shy about speaking of him. He saved me, and this is what I want for everyone. After scripture was written there, at that craft table, it was noticed the following week by my friend, that it had been covered up. She and I suspected the librarian had done this, and just yesterday, December 3rd, we discovered that yes indeed, it was her. Week after week, one or another of the boys, would write, Jesus savse (a cute misspelling for the past two weeks), on that craft table paper, and clearly, the librarian was chopping at the bit to speak to my friend, the mom of these Christ loving little boys.
As soon as my friend entered the library, she was asked to have a word with the librarian. The librarian, in cowardly fashion, indicated her supervisor instructed that mention of Jesus in writing on the paper that covers the craft table, must stop. No more crayon comments about Jesus savse. My friend was ready, and pointed out, the gay flag type poster, coated in plastic, taped on the glass entrance door of the library. The librarian responded, It's to let people know that everyone is welcome... in conversation later, with my friend, she pointed out, It's a public library, and everyone is already welcome.
Everyone welcome, except Jesus. Every ideology welcome, except The Way, The Truth, The Life. Jesus savse, Jesus saves, Jesus SAVES, but those that belong to the world do not want to be saved from it. Gone are the days where people feared having Christians push their disgustingly oppressive religion on them; ushered in are the days of persecution for the faithful, and so openly, so without shame, that little children are told, Do not say that name here, Do not write that name here. Jesus, is not, welcome here.
I am proud of two of my closest friends. One left her church because her former pastor has a fascination with death and darkness, and celebrating the wretchedness that is halloween; and the other brings light into the darkness, and is growing her sons up to be men filled with sea salt, speaking the name Jesus without shame or trepidation. That lowly librarian, hid behind her supervisor, as though her supervisor was offended by Jesus savse, and noticed each time it was written by a child on that craft table paper: nonsense. The librarian is a coward that promotes horror for the soul, and as far as I am concerned, she is sweetly disguised as an agent of death.
My friend, she said a lot yesterday. She told that librarian she has to sort through books her children select, before letting them sign them out. This library is mostly dedicated to children, but many of the books there, are written by wicked adults that hate God, hate Jesus, and embrace and love Satanic themes. The "Christian" books are authored by new agers, and except for The Bible, none can be counted as biblically sound.
Two faithful friends faced off with the forces of evil. They stood their ground and fought the good fight in the spiritual and physical realms. It is painful to give up attending a church that previously felt like home. It is painful to have to confront a Christ hater, and realize, that perhaps, for the sake of our children, we must forgo places that are run by those that at first, seem somewhat secretive about their hate for Jesus, and then, when they feel at all challenged by Christians, show their fangs and state their rules, so brazenly, that their fealty to the evil one becomes repugnantly obvious.
Does the devil make these people do it? I don't think so. The librarian chose, week after week, to cover up the gospel message transmitted to her. She chose repeatedly to be affronted and offended by it, and attempted to paste over The Truth. Alas, The Truth Resurrected over 2000 years ago, and cannot be put into the grave and kept there. We knew she lied about her supervisors instructions. We knew already, that she was not a Christian. We also know this:
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