Chaos Magick

Reel them in, chew them up, and spit them out.

Satan worshippers salivate at the thought of sipping and savouring Christian blood. Generally speaking the majority of Christians, in their naiveté and merciful sweetness, haven't a clue about the dark-side, and the cruel capabilities of the wicked one, that demands in domineering fashion, that his devilish adherents, perform certain rituals. 

Donald Trump is an old man, and he is I am confident, a technological imbecile. Sure, he can send texts, answer calls, and tweet, tweet, and over-tweet where X marks the spot, but he is incapable of mocking up images of himself as saviour in cartoon relief fashion. His arrogance is undeniable, but he isn't the man when it comes to marketing himself as comparable to Jesus as healer and redeemer of a nation, other people are commissioned and on the team, to do this for him. DJT is the man with the mouth that will say anything, say everything, say one thing this morning and something contradictory in the evening. This is how he plays the game of bait, switch, trade up, trade down, dance with your partner and swing them all around. In a short sentence, this type of behaviour is called chaos magick - you go on now and watch some YouTube videos on this topic, and educate yourself if you think I am making things up, and have lost my noodle. 

I heard that Alex Jones said something like, I miss the old Trump; I found this to be a quirky comment. Trump is the same fella he has always been, and I ask you, dear reader, are you the same guy or gal you have always been? If someone were to describe you, what traits would they attribute to you? Are you honest, generous, kind, hardworking, diligent, trustworthy, thoughtful, faithful, loyal? How would you describe Trump, without really knowing him, but based strictly on what you have observed: is he your type of guy? If you had the chance to meet anyone living or dead, would he be on your top three list of people to meet? 

I have a standard that I live by as a Bible reading and believing in Christ as Saviour faithful follower. I do not like nonsense, or having anyone in my life that creates chaos, or that brings with them the promise of confusion. I like to believe people when they speak and give them the benefit of the doubt, that they prefer to speak and live truth, until of course, I find out from experiencing them in relationship, that they are anything but honest and ultimately, anything but godly in their words and deeds. People that lie and do so with ease, minus the hint of shame, are scary kind of people. Trump is one of many scary people and I am not sure what his current pay off is for all his weird antics, but there must be something in it for him, for making himself look like a White House court jester. 

It is fascinating that Biden lost his mind and the presiding president is being accused of the very same loss of brain power. I don't think that is entirely what is happening: I do believe there are demons that have taken up residence in the souls of both of these maniacs that live in mansions: imagine For Sale signs out front on the White House lawn, with Lucifer paying thousands upon thousands of pennies for presidential performances. Christ paid the ultimate price in blood for the salvation of souls, but these men, and all the keepers and handlers of darkness, will get their ROI ultimately, and in the mean time, they will degenerate and degrade themselves, to the point of insanity as their destructive demise. 

The rats are first off the ship when it begins taking on water. All the players turn on one another when it comes to saving their own skin: there is no honour, after all, amongst thieves and killers. Watch them now, as they try to distance themselves from each other, when one or the other is accused of heinous crimes. We have already seen this with Jeffrey Epstein, and we will see much more as time goes on. 

Chaos magick, dear reader, is real to those that practice this dark art. Look it up for yourself; educate yourself... don't count on other people to inform or instruct you, you are responsible for your own acquisition of knowledge. After your time on YouTube, perhaps spend more time in the Word of God, to clear all the cobwebs, and give you that sparkling clarity that only comes, during and after, time spent with Almighty God.

Two Friends : Fickle & Faithful

From the sidelines, Christians all around the world, cheer Jesus onto his throne. Jesus, we love you Jesus, they shout, while putting hands crisscross over hearts. The stands are filled with fans, and the chanting Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, has arms spontaneously rising in unison. Jesus is their favourite guy, and they tout him as welcome here, welcome into their lives, welcome to go with them whenever and wherever, they roam. 

In the midst of the multitude, a shadow is cast, darkening the sky, dimming the light, muting the mood. The hush is audible, and heart rates accelerate for each and every would-be follower. Whatever will he say next? What he says surprises, what he does titillates; what I feel is astounding, and I can't even imagine what will come next from this man. 

John 6:65-71

And he said, Therefore said I unto you, that no man can come unto me, except it were given unto him of my Father. 

From that time many of his disciples went back, and walked no more with him. Then said Jesus unto the twelve, Will ye also go away? 

Then Simon Peter answered him, Lord, to whom shall we go? thou hast the words of eternal life. And we believe and are sure that thou art that Christ, the Son of the living God. 

Jesus answered them, Have not I chosen you twelve, and one of you is a devil? He spake of Judas Iscariot the son of Simon: for he it was that should betray him, being one of the twelve.

The crowd breaks up into twos and threes. Walking toward the exits, they mutter, criticize, and complain. A few of the small groups linger, not sure whether they want to stay, or go. Let's eavesdrop on a duo, two guys that call each other best friend: 

Fickle: Well that was disappointing, don't ya think? I mean, I only heard bits and pieces of what Jesus said, something about eating his flesh and drinking his blood, and about some reference to that mana bread stuff from the old book in the bible, when the Israelites got stuck in the dirt dry desert for like, four decades. And then he goes on about his daddy picking some people and not others? What the Sam hills? I liked this guy before, but now, I am thinking things aren't adding up. I wish he had just stuck to the magic miracle stuff, healing, fish feeding folk, wine watering partiers... those were the good old days! Only twelve guys in his crew, and one of them is a bad guy? What kind of odds are these? 

Faithful: I don't know... what he said sounded ominous to me, and wasn't it crazy how he was glowing? I could hardly keep my eyes open when I looked his way, in fact, everything was so bright and ahhh, ummm... blindingly brilliant!

Fickle: What are you talking about? It got so dark, like someone snuffed the sun or something. He kept talking and talking and it all sounded like gibberish and nonsense. I thought he was the guy, the one, but I can't stand what he was saying, it was so irritating. What are we still doing standing here? Wanna get a burger? 

Faithful: A burger? Really? I think I want to stick around, maybe go to Jesus and ask him some questions. 

Fickle: About what? Haven't you heard enough? You're my ride, let's go bud. 

Faithful: Here, take my keys, I am not ready to leave. I will Uber home. 

Fickle: What the hell is going on? Are you frickin' serious? That guy isn't worth your time. Listen, I'll buy dinner, you pick the place, you feel like Sushi? 

Sad realization hits Faithful like a gut punch. A sinking feeling sets in as Faithful looks into the eyes of his almost frantic best friend. Fickle is visibly agitated, and seemingly desperate to leave. It dawns on Faithful how very different, Fickle's experience had been, compared to his own, when hearing The King speak. Faithful felt calm and peaceful, and disconcerted at the same time, when he considered what was happening. 

The sound of laughter had Faithful turn his head to the right. A jovial group of ten were enjoying themselves, and he felt irresistibly drawn to them. The pull was so strong, he forgot all about Fickle, until Fickle growled the words, Faithful, are you coming with me, or not?

Faithful: Not, I am not coming with you. I am staying.

Enraged, Fickle's fist shakes close to Faithfuls face. Car keys protrude from between fingers, and with fire in his eyes, Fickle snarls, Here are your damn keys, and hurls them at Faithfuls feet. Faithful looks in the direction of his shoes: some of the keys imbedded themselves in the turf, point down, with the violence of Fickle's throw. Faithful next, looks up, only to find that Fickle is quickly making his way across the field. 

There again, is the laughter, and Faithful can't help but look in the direction of the group of ten. There in their midst, stands Jesus, smiling at each one encircling him. Faithful again looks in the direction of the exit Fickle was travelling toward, and he sees his best friend turn back briefly, seemingly waiting for Faithful to follow. For a frozen in time moment, Faithful measures and calculates, the distance and the time it would take to get to Fickle. Faithful concludes quickly: Too much distance, too much time, too much ground to cover, and not enough strength to face the energy requirements. Resolved, Faithful full=body, turns toward Jesus and sees more then ten there, more then twenty, more then fifty... more and more people are joining Jesus, and in the distance, at the exits, throngs are shoving and angrily pushing, to get out as fast as possible. 

Training his eyes on Jesus, Faithful grins. With confident strides and a surge of sustaining energy, Faithful makes his way toward the jovial group, gathered and glowing in the presence of The King. With every step, Faithful knows where he is going, what he is doing, who he is going to, and who he is going with. 

Faithful takes his place in and amongst the contented. Jesus' voice resonates richly as he speaks in the midst of those gathered all around him, My sheep hear my voice, and I know them, and they follow me. Jesus looks from one person to the next, and when his eyes meet Faithfuls, their gazes interlock, for what seemed to Faithful, an eternity. Faithful begins to weep, barely comprehending what is happening, his soul soaring heavenward and weightless...

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Faithful exchanges numbers with some of his new friends. They agree to meet again soon. Faithful makes his way toward the parking lot, and when he arrives, he sees a piece of paper, folded and trapped on his windshield, pinned there by one of the wipers. Faithful opens the folded paper, and instantly recognizes Fickle's meticulous handwriting. 

Fickle: Listen buddy, I don't want this Jesus thing to get between us, okay? I'm going to be at Chuck's, having a beer at the bar. My offer for dinner still stands, meet me here when you are done over there?!

Faithful refolds the note in half, considering Fickle's message. Closing his eyes, Faithful suffers sorrow as loss washes over his soul. Fickle feels so far off, so lost in the landscape, so unreachable now. Chuck's for a burger and beer? Faithful unlocks and enters his car, contemplating what was, what is, and what shall be. 

Something shifted, much had changed. Faithful feels immobilized, and remains in place until he feels the chill of the outside sneaking its way into his vehicle and wrapping its coldness around his body. With a shiver, Faithful starts his car and cranks on the heat but still, cannot put himself into drive mode. 

How Lord, how do I let go? How do I leave him behind and follow you? Can't he come too? Won't you call him by name Lord? Please, please call him too. 

Searching for and finding a tissue, Faithful wipes at his eyes and blows his nose. He wants nothing more than his best friend, to know and love Jesus like he does, but he feels at a loss of what to say to convince and cajole Fickle into believing. Faithful searches his memory, trying to think of some persuasive arguments he had heard over the years that helped him make sense of all the good stuff of Biblical Jesus. What was it that Jesus said, when he spoke to the crowd today? With sudden recall, Faithful feels a chill, despite the warmth in the now fully heated car - Jesus' words come flowing forward in a rush, and Truth simplifies the issue Faithful is facing: 

And he said, Therefore said I unto you, that no man can come unto me, except it were given unto him of my Father.

Jesus' words humble Faithful and he begins sobbing. He knows without a shadow of a doubt that he was given to Jesus by the Father, Jesus' own Father! In earnest, Faithful prays, Lord God, you saved me from myself, and I ask you do the same for my best friend Fickle. Please help me let go of the idea that I can save him or change him, or convince him... he is not mine, he is yours.

These thoughts had Faithful feeling a sense of freedom and relief, knowing that God loves Fickle far more than he ever has or will. Something had indeed shifting, much had certainly changed, and only time would tell what would happen in friendship, between Fickle & Faithful. Recalling his favourite Bible verse, Faithful put his car into drive, and spoke this mystery: 

Now faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen (Hebrews 11:1). 

With hope in his heart, Faithful begins fervent prayer for the salvation of his friend, and he resolves never to stop, until the day God takes him home, to his heavenly abode.

Lopped Off Ear

I invite you to come with me, dear reader, into the garden of Gethsemane.

Now he that betrayed him gave them a sign, saying Whomsoever I shall kiss, that same is he: hold him fast. And forthwith he came to Jesus, and said, Hail, master; and kissed him. And Jesus said unto him, Friend, wherefore art thou come? Then came they, and laid hands on Jesus, and took him. And, behold, one of them which were with Jesus stretched out his hand, and drew his sword, and struck a servant of the high priest's, and smote off his ear. Then said Jesus unto him, Put up again thy sword into his place: for all they that take the sword shall parish with the sword. Thinkest thou that I cannot now pray to my Father, and he shall presently give me more than twelve legions of angels? But how then shall the scriptures be fulfilled, that thus it must be? (Matthew 26:48-54).

And one of those who stood by drew a sword, and smote a servant of the high priest and cut off his ear (Mark 14:47). 

And while he yet spake, behold a multitude, and he that was called Judas, one of the twelve, went before them, and drew near unto Jesus to kiss him. But Jesus said unto him, Judas, betrayest thou the Son of man with a kiss? When they which were about him saw what would follow, they said unto him, Lord, shall we smite with the sword? And one of them smote the servant of the high priest, and cut off his right ear. And Jesus answered and said, Suffer ye thus far. And he touched his ear, and healed him (Luke 22:47-51).

Then Simon Peter having a sword drew it, and smote the high priest's servant, and cut off his right ear. The servant's name was Malchus. Then Jesus said unto Peter, Put up thy sword into the sheath: the cup which my Father hath given me, shall I not drink it? Then the band and the captain and officers of the Jews took Jesus, and bound him (John 18: 10-12).

We now leave the garden of Gethsemane, and follow Jesus to the house  of Caiaphas, the high priest: 

One of the servants of the high priest, being his kinsmen whose ear Peter cut off, saith, Did not I see thee in the garden with him? (John 18:26).

Dear reader, I have a smirky attitude right now, about an ear lopped off, and healed immediately by the hand of Jesus, after the severing. Listen with me to how ridiculous it is to hear this story repeated, and consider, that all the eye witnesses to the event, didn't think it wild, wonderful, miraculous, and Godly, to know that in Peter's haste to violence, Christ healed in an instant. 

I laugh a little each time I think about Peter being accused of being with Jesus in the garden as a follower, and him denying it, despite being seen with him for a full three and a half years of the Lord's ministry. And what of the servant of the high priest, having his ear chopped off, and then having the same ear, restored lickety-split, with the touch of Jesus? he must have marvelled for his entire life, don't you think? The Bible doesn't tell us what became of Malchus after this dramatic scene in the garden, but if I were that guy, my weakened knees would have had me falling at the feet of Jesus! And the relative of Malchus, that in the gospel of John is reported to have questioned Peter about him having been in the garden with Jesus, didn't he have a jaw dropping experience, knowing his kinsmen had been assaulted and restored, in the self-same moment?

Gee whiz people, if miracles were performed by Jesus in front of multitudes, and they carried on with their regular business as though there was nothing to see, nothing to hear, nothing to take note of that is fascinating and interesting and heavenly in nature, then what chance do regular old boring folk have, of getting to heaven, through Christ the King? Killing was the plan, and no matter what God incarnate did, the murderers had their marching, arresting, and slaying orders. And the witnesses, for shame! Nothing could change their minds about who Jesus really was... blind, deaf, dumb, retrograde in their thinking and being, these people are a joke in the annals of history, for being foolish enough to accuse the God of glory as though he were a common criminal, and for daring to demand his life publicly. 

Man alive, denying Jesus as God is a happy pass time for the multitudes still. They haven't a clue that his is the kingdom, and that he is the Lord of glory. I cannot read scripture and remain unmoved. I know that Jesus has healed my wounded heart, and many a body part too for that matter! Dear reader, I do not write to you about dulled and dumbed down senses, we are considering together, souls that are so darkened and dusty with coal soot like sin, that they refuse to see past themselves. 

Picture yourself as an eye witness to what is described in the four gospels according to Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John. An ear was lopped off for goodness sakes, and Jesus made the man well with his touch, in front of multitudes. I love this account so much, I had to highlight it for me, and for you, today. There is rich material to discuss in the scripture quoted above, but I leave you to deeply contemplate the scene painted for us by disciples, that had their own unique perspectives, and yet, shared the same reportable, congruent and cogently interwoven experiences, of events in the life of Jesus. We get a full picture with each man, sharing what he saw and heard, when in the presence of God Almighty, manifest in the Man/God, Jesus, the Christ. 

Do you, believe in miracles? Miracles are occurrences that behave contrary to nature: would it be a miracle for Jesus to break your stony heart, for what breaks his? Jesus could have smote the multitude of unbelievers with the batting of one eye. Jesus could have requested his own angel armies to cut off ears, gouge out eyes, lop off limbs, and drop his enemies before they saw the flash of swords, but he came to fulfill prophecy as the Saviour, he didn't come to kill and destroy, he came to save... 

Satan roams, killing and destroying, and he uses the willing that hate Jesus, to do his bidding. He wants you and I dead: do you believe this to be true? See now, with me, once again, the multitudes coming against Jesus, wanting to eliminate him, despite the miracles and wonders he performed.

Are you, one of the multitude?

Trump Towers

In his grandeur, Trump towers over the little people that paved as stones, his way to the top. Daily, he makes himself great, again and again. His highness regally looks down his nose, condescending to listen to some, while waiting to assail others with insults, when they dare insolence. King of his castle, the Don is master over all he sees, near or far, and as overseer, the great one, will command and demand, fearful devotion, admiration, and respect from all. 

Bigger than life itself, we see the man of the hour, taking to the cameras, soaking up the rays of artificial light that brighten his countenance. From his mouth come opposites in pairs, confirming the condemning of his fellow man, while praising his efforts as the judge and jury, of all those he deems demean-able. 

Ahh, to be The Don, the one to call the shots, and pull the triggers that release deadly bullets, or give the order, Send missiles now, They must die, all of them. They must be wiped from the face of the earth forever, with none remaining. God did this with flood waters, and eight were spared. The Don will spare his own, not his own countrymen, oh no, they are the ones ordered, to do his diabolical bidding - he will spare his spawn, for a time - perhaps he will disown and detach from them too, if they threaten to break their obligatory obedience to Da Man. 

As demigod, Trump towers in his self-appointed magisterial magnificence. Donald leaves nothing unsaid, giving his audience much fonder to inform them of his unstable murderous mental state, his concrete hardened heart, and the atrophying of his vapid self-absorbed and self-obsessed soul. 

The crowds are going wild with nervous agitation over Trump. They didn't mind Da Man, when they thought him boyishly randy, a shamelessly and unabashedly successful business man. short of information due to lack of intel, when injections of a deadly nature, were promoted as a life saving measure. He was excused as just not knowing back then, despite his presidency. Now people are getting anxiously edgy, and isn't that just about right, albeit, a little late, a lot late? It is in the aftermath, when the final sands of time drop from the hour glass, that people come to their senses, saying things like, Why didn't we see and know this sooner? 

Why didn't someone remove Hitler from existence sooner, before - before atrocities were committed? One might ask a similar question: Why permit a mad man to continue to reign and rule wickedly?

I will tell you why, dear reader. The Don is the man for right now, to get the dirty deals of the Devil done. Satan, as I have stated numerous times in other pieces of writing, is an equal opportunity killer, and he uses the compromised, the committed ones of this world that like to live larger than life, to do his dastardly deeds. Trump is one man, backed by a population of worldling's and heathens, that hate the Lord Jesus Christ. You cannot serve two masters, oh no, you must bow your knee to one or the other, and all those that profess Christ as King, cannot, will not, accept this man as their current saviour and protector, from the big bad wolves in other countries, or their own country, for that matter. 

MAGA really represents, make Trump Tower over all. MAGA was never about restoring America to its former greatness and glory, and look now with me dear reader, how America is besmirched, how the world grimaces at the name of Trump, and at the citizens he lords over, seeing them as guilty, just as he is guilty. Think with me, about being a German after the demise of Hitler... the citizens of America must feel a certain shame and embarrassment, regarding Trump as pandered to selected leader. As a Canadian, I disown the governors of my country - they do not represent me. I do not support those that oppose the commands of God. I am confident this is true for many an American, that cannot stand Trump as president. 

Do not misunderstand me, dear reader. Trump is a pawn on Satan's chessboard, a piece moved about that is currently useful. NOTE: I repeat, Satan is an equal opportunity killer, and Trump means about as much to Lucifer as a clump of unearth dirt. Everyone is disposable to the devil. Pawns don't make decisions, they take orders, and there are plenteous people that have colluded to make America terrible, to ruin whole populations of people, to steal from, and kill, other humans, for wicked sport, and rob them of their resources. If you do not believe this, I wonder about your concern for your fellow man, and your lack of knowledge regarding the covetous nature, of those that believe they are entitled to impose, infringe, and insinuate themselves, to have what they want, that does not lawfully, belong to them. 

Before I go, I will say this. I write commentary on current events. The current events we are living are repeats of history. As Solomon said, There is nothing new under the sun. Dear reader, you are not living history, you are living your choices, and Christian, you must ask God to give you eyes to see and ears to hear, so that deception and the wiles of the worldly, do not compromise and then, corrupt your spirit. 

We end our time here together, with the soundness of scripture: 

Proverbs 8:13

The fear of the LORD is to hate evil: pride, and arrogancy, and the evil way: and the froward mouth, do I hate.

Isaiah 13:12

And I will punish the world for their evil, and the wicked for their iniquity; and I will cause the arrogancy of the proud to cease, and will lay low the haughtiness of the terrible. 

Proverbs 27:2

Let another man praise thee, and not thine own mouth; a stranger, and not thine own lips.

It's Never Too Late

• It is never too late to be sorry and say so 
• It is never too late to ask for forgiveness
• The timing cannot be wrong, and you displaced, by feeling regret and remorse
• The timing can be just right, for reconciling
• Do the peace work for the sake of your soul, and for the sake of others

I am sorry may not change the relationship, or return it to its former pleasantness, but hearing. I am sorry. can be balm for the spirit of an injured party. I am sorry is an acknowledgment of pain caused willfully, or with absence of intention. Telling someone you are sorry for what you have said and done, lifts the burden of self-doubt and self-recrimination, for the person suffering in the throes of loss. 

Was it me? Something I said? Something I did?

Was it them? How did things go so wrong, and so quickly?

What must I do, to right this listing ship of a relationship?

Chasing down thoughts, putting them in a straight jacket, and forcing them to explain themselves, can help us understand the when, the where, the how, the why, of waywardness. It is crazy making when we do not hold ourselves to account, and it is insanity, when we go about our business without comprehending why we do what we do, and how it impacts the people in our lives, whether near or far. 

Guilt is an informant, a first-class snitch for a conscience that needs to come clean with a good mind and mouth washing. Guilt indicates sin has been committed in our thinking and or our doing, and usually, dear reader, we aren't the only ones hurt when we have done wrongly. Guilt lets us know that a culprit lurks in our being; when a search light is shone on our sins, we have a choice of admittance, which brings a certain bitter sweet relief in its wake, or we can pretend we have done nothing to be ashamed of, and carry on with our bad selves. 

Do you mostly, carry on with your bad self? What is it like when truth slaps you hard across the face and says, Snap out of it. Stop being dodgy. You can't avoid me, I have you by the tail. 

• Truth is gentle when we are willing to be corrected
• Truth is a cruel task master when we will not relent
• It is always wise to seek truth, where it can be found
• It is always senseless to pretend
• Do the work of truth telling, for the sake of your soul, and the sake of others

It is never too late, until it is. Death has a way of ensuring that we go to the grave with all that we have left undone. Death hollows out the body and deprives the spirit, of the possibility of reconciliation with God, and our fellow man. This one life you and I have been given, is spent, when we take that last breath, and when I am sorry, please forgive me, have not been spoken and heard, the loss of opportunity to mend what was broken, is eternal. 

Christ reconciles his own to our Father in heaven. He leads the way toward holiness and away from, waywardness. Forgive them Father was his request for us while he suffered the agonies of the cross, and wouldn't it be marvellous, wouldn't it be wonderful, if we asked for forgiveness for ourselves, and for others too? 

Start with your sins in confession. You might be on your knees for a while. Confession is truly good for the soul, and when you are done there, perhaps forgive, even if you never hear the words, I am sorry, please forgive me, from the humans that have hurt you. You need not have them in your life ever again, but this bit of hard work, will serve you as a saint, and servant of the living God. 

It is never too late, while you continue to inhale and exhale. Breathe in peace, and exhale love, with words that heal. 

Hebrews 13: 20-21

Now the God of peace, that brought again from the dead our Lord Jesus, that great shepherd of the sheep, through the blood of the everlasting covenant, make you perfect in every good work to do his will, working in you that which is wellpleasing in his sight, through Jesus Christ; to whom be glory for ever and ever. Amen. 

Hate Bombing

Accept, accept for, with acceptance, accepting: accept the truth, the facts, the reality...

Love, loving, loveable, love bombing

Hate, hateful, hate filled, hate bombing

Matthew 5: 1-11

And seeing the multitudes, he went up into a mountain: and when he was set, his disciples came unto him: and he opened his mouth, and taught them, saying, 

Blessed are the poor in spirit: for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.

Blessed are they that mourn: for they shall be comforted. 

Blessed are the meek: for they shall inherit the earth. 

Blessed are they which do hunger and thirst after righteousness: for they shall be filled. 

Blessed are the merciful: for they shall obtain mercy.

Blessed are the pure in heart: for they shall see God.

Blessed are the peacemakers: for they shall be called the children of God.

Blessed are they which are persecuted for righteousness' sake: for theirs is the kingdom of heaven. 

Blessed are ye, when men shall revile you, and persecute you, and shall say all manner of evil against you falsely, for my sake. 

The Beatitudes speak gentility to the soul of mankind. The words of Jesus inspire humility, encourage kindness and mercy, and a meekness rarely observed in the western world. I am appalled often by the brashness of global governors that have arrogantly taken the reins of leadership, and driven their countrymen into destruction. 

If a man, let us say, Donald John Trump, promoted the injection of millions and millions of citizens in his own country, why pray tell, is it surprising to see him hate bombing, and quite literally, ordering the bombing, of citizens in a country far from the shores of America? From the same mouth has come destruction, murderous and true to the man himself, that does not honour and obey God, does not consider the Word to be the ultimate and final say...

Christian, examine yourself now: Is there a man that stands between you and your Saviour? Do politicians rule your world and govern your thoughts? Do the words of Jesus, reverberate in your being, or are you inclined to cling to humans to make the world right for you and yours? The world isn't right, or righteous, and never will be, because it never has been, but mankind has always lived on a slant, preferring to believe in one another, rather than acknowledge, that the Christ came to rescue us from ourselves. 

The turbulent tides are turning once again. Those that discern the spirits see through the guise, see through the posers and pretenders, and keep their eyes trained on the King. Donald John Trump is a wicked man, and his hateful speech ought to be a powerful indicator of his desire to destroy other human beings, and yet, and yet, he is seen and heard as a man with righteous intentions by people that admire a power suit and privileged prestige, rather than a man whose soul is draped in filthy rags. That tide I mentioned, is turning on DJT. He talks too much, too often, and his hate bombing is starting to grate on his supporters, but a little too late, for my liking. Dictators, braggarts, and murderers, get worse over time, because they use grooming techniques to inculcate followers and admirers. Speaking lies that sound like hopefilled promises of prosperity, are insidious snakes that eventually, slithery and seduce to the point of mind and soul poisoning, and just when a person sees the serpent, they realize they have been in a nest of vipers for far too long. 

This is Resurrection Sunday, and dear reader, I cannot help but hope almost against hope, that people will finally accept the love that God alone offers us. Who but God, speaks the words found in scripture, in the Beatitudes, as instructions for believers that are inclined to temptation, in a world where success is marked by money, position, and power? We must examine ourselves, and do this frequently, to hold ourselves accountable to the King, that died, and rose again on the third day, by the power of God the Father, God the Son, and God the Holy Ghost. 

Who can compare to Christ? And to whom must we look for our righteous guidance?

Are you willing to forsake all for the Saviour of your soul? Are you willing to forgo believing that loud talking, obnoxiously arrogant murderous men, will save society and right the ship that is sinking so that all is made "great again"? 

Christian: Your allegiance is in question each time you think and speak highly of humans, that hate bomb and literally, order the bombing of citizens in another country. The callousness of these words, and commands, directly oppose who Jesus wants us to be, and what he spoke in the Beatitudes. 

Might I suggest that you have been won and wooed by a wicked man if you defend Donald John Trump and people like him, and that your salvation was bought and paid for by the Lord of Glory, Jesus Christ, when he died on a cross for your sins, willingly brutalized, meek as a gentle lamb that did not bleat a word of complaint but rather, willingly gave up his spirit for the sake of souls? 

Must I remind you to whom you belong, not as a citizen of this world, but as a future citizen of heaven? 

The blood red tide has turned, and DJT will be held to account for all he says and all he does. He is not beyond the reach of the law of God, no matter what he has seemingly gotten away with thus far as a domineeringly insufferable talk too much proud man of this world. He does the deeds of his daddy the Devil when he speaks cavalierly about killing, with warp speed injections for his countrymen, countrywomen, and country-children, or bombing people in a country far off; he delights in bragging about the destruction he orders wantonly.

Do, I insist now, take note of what comes from the mouth of the men and women that perpetually take the stage, and spew violence into microphones, while being videotaped. What comes from the mouth is an overflow of the heart, and behaviour, dear reader, never lies. 

Behaviour, and outcomes, go consequentially, hand in hand. 

NOTE: Blessed are the peacemakers: for they shall be called the children of God. 

If you are a child of God, you will grieve the loss of life, especially in a country that knows not Christ as Saviour. Life is our greatest God given gift, and it ought to make us mournful to see the destruction of life, for the sake of financial gain. Oil and resources, stolen from a people, a population, is the goal for Donald John Trump, and there must be a twisted way of thinking to justify any, and all, of his actions.