Antisocial is Antichrist

I know some folk, that forsook the Lord of glory to save their own skin. In what could have been a shining momentous moment of bravery and courage, I know people that chose the weak wimpy-limpy path, of least resistance. 

The masked ones, I held in suspicion, especially those that pretended Christ as their Saviour. The quitters, that would not join in groups they had previously attended in person, I looked at with eyes of doubt ~ I started seeing the vapidity in them, the desire they clung to for easy living. Pick-up and carry your cross did not enter into their thinking, because their flesh demanded, Take care of me. 

I have not forgotten all the clients that left money on the table, as they backed away from in person work with me. I have not discharged from my memory, all of the Bible study ladies that took to zoom gatherings, that previously came to my home for fellowship and learning. Cowards they were, each one that decided, to shelter safely at home to preserve life, or for feeling threatened by the big bad wolfish government, that promised misery and penalties to nonconformists. God has given the cowards a reprieve, but I wonder, are they sorrowful for having forsaken the Lord of glory when covid attempted to rule and reign in their lives? They bowed down to the covid gods, the demons that snarled and snagged, and do they now, beg for forgiveness, for their depraved thinking and concomitant behaviours? 

Antisocial is antichrist. The demons demanded antisocial behaviours, forbidding closeness and dependancy on one another, as kind and merciful humans: the suggestion that keeping apart was the kindest thing to do, to prevent the spread of a pretend disease and disaster, is precisely what God forbids. To love God and as commanded by him, to love our neighbour, is to be there with and for them, as community members. It is shameful when I recall all of the women that I shared Biblical truth with, that pulled away from being in each others company, while they continued to grocery shop, go to work, and do other things where the public does their business. Forsaking the study of God's Word in company, was a grievous sin, and one that I here, rebuke them for: they did wrongly, and no matter how much time has past, our un-repented sins, go with us everywhere, until confessed and forgiven. This, I want, namely, the confession of sins to God, and requests for forgiveness, for each man, women, and child, that during covid, went along with all the nonsense, believing they would save themselves and others, when in reality, they were deceived and needed a reminder, that God and God alone, saves, heals, redeems. 

If someone forsook you during covid, they also forsook Jesus as the King in their lives: 

And the King shall answer and say unto them, Verily I say unto you, Inasmuch as ye have done it unto one of the least of these my brethren, ye have done it unto me (Matthew 25:40).

Kindness to the least of us, is kindness to the Lord. When we serve one another, it is as though we are serving the God of the universe. Denying love, denying kindness to our fellow-creatures, is a cruelty that is not overlooked by God Almighty ~ it is an affront to him, and demeans his divine design, since we are to be in relationship with our others. 

Imagine Jesus in a mask. Imagine Jesus hiding in his house and sanitizing his fruits and vegetables, and only allowing in those that are wearing things on strings over their faces, into his abode. Imagine him saying, Sorry, I am restricted right now, so you stay blind, deaf, dumb, demon possessed and crippled, until the Romans let me out to play again. Imagine him leaving Lazarus in the grave, for fear of catching death. Imagine him now, turning his back on you, just for a time, until all the scary stuff subsides.

Think with me, what nonsense humans willingly believe, when truth stands erect and ready to dismiss all deception, and free us from what is ridiculousness. Think with me too, how the dust has seemingly settled, and everyone that went along with the mass formation deception, now wants to pretend nothing happened, and we can resume where we left off, before all the wreaking of havoc occurred. 

Everything has changed forever. The dividing of the goats and sheep occurred, and those that chose covid over Christ, remain in that camp, unless of course, they have an emotional and spiritual breakdown and breakthrough moment, of coming to terms with what they have done and the long term repercussions for their choices that impacted everyone around them while they were trying to save themselves. 

Bravery is a choice when we are put on the spot and challenged to prove our mettle. As long as we live, there will be opportunities to prove to whom we belong, and it is my deepest longing, to have those that made themselves enemies of God during covid, to come clean before him, and betray him no more. 

Which/Witch Doctor?

Which/Witch doctor, do you prefer, dear reader? 

Would you trust the guy in the picture with your health and well-being?

You and I need not go to a witch doctor in a foreign country to get a cure for what ails us. You and I can go to a pop up walk in clinic shop on any given corner on any given day, in the city, or at least, this is the case in the city in which I live. The excessively medicated and addicted to pharmakeia lovers in our society, go to doctors for regular check-ups and consultations, regardless of whether or not there exists a need. 

And the light of a candle shall shine no more at all in thee; and the voice of the bridegroom and of the bride shall be heard no more at all in thee: for thy merchants were the great men of the earth; for by thy sorceries were all nations deceived. And in her was found the blood of prophets, and of saints, and of all that were slain upon the earth (Revelation 18:23-24). 

Pharmakeia: the use of medicine, drugs, or spells.

Neither repented they of their murders, nor of their sorceries, nor of their fornication, nor of their thefts (Revelation 9:21). 

Modern day civilized witch doctors are dressed in white lab coats, and are assisted by ladies in colourful scrubs. Doctoring used to be an honourable profession, when food was considered medicine, but we have travelled far and away from natural remedies, haven't we dear one? How are the doctors we have, any different from witch doctors, that prescribe potions that act as poisons, in the blood and in the bodies cells? We all know that chemo "therapy" causes cancer, and we all know, that there are doctors that are willing to chemically kill babies in the womb, or have them violently removed from the nurture of their own mother. We need look no further than to the aggressive vaccine schedule for newborns to toddlerhood, to young adult, to aging elderly, to see that pharmakeia is an institution of sorts, accepted sorcery that is regarded as necessary for health and longevity, despite its dreadful injuries to mankind.  

Which doctor do you prefer, The Great Physician that has the power to heal his creatures, or the witch doctors that wait like black widow spiders, to catch flies in their silken web, delighting in the sinking in of their teeth to deliver body immobilizing venom, to still their victim and prevent struggling? The answer to my question of which physician you prefer, ought to come quickly, and easily, and yet, it does not. 

Odd, isn't it, that doctors would prescribe drugs that make the body sick. Strange, don't you think, that doctors that deliver babies, often play a dual role, and are willing to kill them too, depending on the request of the would be parent? Weird, wouldn't you agree, that some doctors issue test requisitions, or referrals to specialists, just in case of this, or that possibility, that there may be, could be, something wrong with you or me? 

I had a general practitioner doctor for years, that wanted me to go for testing, sometimes based on what was happening in my body, and more often then not, based on a prescribed for everyone schedule, i.e, colonoscopies, and for females, pap smears, and mammograms. I caught on early to her driving need to keep all of her patients on track with these schedules, and I told her once, I don't want to spend my time going to appointments, that is not how I want to live my life. This same doctor threatened to fire my mother as a patient, because she too, declined the many tests, drugs, and medical specialist appointments, this doc wanted her to go on and to. 

The flu shot, man alive, the flu shot. I took the damn thing once, and I was so sick! Funny, huh, how I wasn't sick before the flu shot, but after they injected me with it, I was super sick? I say with confidence, I got a shot of the flu, and when you think about this for a moment, that is how they market the thing; it is called, a Flu Shot. Does this remind you of anything, say, what is going on now, with all the people that got the cd injections? 

People love them some drugs, prescribed and otherwise, and witch doctors abound, even if they seem like the cream of society's crop in their fancy cars, designer shoes, and expensive homes. They get rich from making people sick and pretending to cure them, but just like spiders, they poison their victims before absorbing their life force and in the case of doctors, their finances.  

Listen: surgeons and some medicines are extremely helpful, and I am grateful for the care I have received when I have needed it - and then there is this: we must be diligent as our own advocates, and advocates of the vulnerable, to ensure we are not toyed with, to line the pockets of those that make their living off of a sick and vicious medical system. Go to a cancer ward and see how packed it is, with people waiting to have their next round of chemo or radiation or whatever it is that is done once they enter in, and doors are closed behind them. Poison does not cure, poison kills, and we are divinely designed, and not meant to be tampered with in such a violent and intrusive manner. 

A witch doctor is a witch doctor, no matter their garb, and when they send you off for treatment or to the pharmacy for the filling of a prescription, you have to wonder, will this help, or hurt me, in the long run? 

God help us all in this wicked and wonky world.

Breaking News?

The breaking news is old news repeated, without repackaging. Fauci, the little middle earth munchkin, is supposedly once again, on the hot seat as a fake, a fraud, a mischievous and manipulative deceiver, and yet, we don't see any of his accusers insisting on his immediate arrest and execution, for his role in the covid fiasco and scam of yesteryear. 

I learned today that someone I knew quite well and had shared much with, died last month on the 22nd of April, 2026. Cancer got her, but before the cancer and chemo devoured, propaganda had taken hold and she was enslaved, as were many, captivated by antichrist beliefs with libertine principles of acceptance of homosexuality, new agism, and a medical system that she considered beneficial for the masses. She got the baneful shots, and wouldn't you know it, she became a perfect candidate for frequent oncology department visits, and treatments too. 

It has been just under two years since my sister died. She was injected trice, and the irreparable damage became more evident and obvious, with each passing week and month. Cognitive decline was rapid for my sister, and she lost her ability to navigate the world safely, getting lost while driving home, or to places she had visited a thousand times before. It saddens me greatly in the recalling, to think of her struggling to make sense of her environment so that she could find her way home. 

I know you have stories too, dear one. I know you are experiencing similar circumstances, or have in the recent past. Perhaps you are making frequent trips to the oncology department too, because your body is breaking down and you don't know where else to go, or what else you can do, to stop the diseases that rage and ravage. It is horrific for me to state this: They knew, the pushers of poison knew, how very ill some would become as a result of those shots, and the news reporters, the tricksters with the microphones and cameras and perfect illumination lighting, throw pounds of salt in open wounds, when they openly accuse the perpetrators, without any plan in place to prosecute. 

Some people do not want to look back at the covid craze days: it is a painful thing to feel ashamed for falling into such a massive web of lies, and not be able to undo what has been done. Some people now suffer what was predicted five and six years ago, when all the nonsense hit the airwaves, and settled like stink on the masses. I wept for days and months for people I knew and loved. I ranted, raved, and pleaded, and periodically I figuratively brow beat with the written word, those that thought me a fool or the weakest link, for not going with the covid flow. I didn't care if I was repetitive and perhaps a bit obnoxious to those that differed in their opinions from mine... I wanted people to not get those injections, and more than this, I didn't want children to have that stuff enter into their perfect little healthy bodies, and I didn't want kids to be without parents, and parents to be without their kids, because the plan was to eliminate as many of God's human creatures as possible. Not everyone knew this, and now, many more do know what the real plan was, and is still. 

The news hasn't changed, has it? Like the soap opera The Young and The Restless, nothing much is missed, when you and i take our eyes from the screen, or turn a deaf ear to the spewing of lies. Did you hear the real news? The news is that people are dying without knowing that Jesus Christ is the Saviour, and that he is the only Comforter in the universe, that can lead us home, when we feel disoriented and lost. 

The woman I mentioned earlier, that died last month, she chronicled some of her cancer "journey" on FB: she never mentioned God or Jesus, or faith, but she did thank the doctors and nurses that were taking such great care of her; the very same doctors and nurses that fed her the poison of chemo to cure the cancer caused by the injections that were all the rage, and still are in some circles. Speaking of circles, can you see the circular pattern that presents itself? 

Go to doctor

Doctor suggests tests and drugs

Person (NOT PATIENT) does the doctors bidding

Person becomes a patient with symptoms 

Prior to departure from doctors office, patient must book their next appointment 

Rinse and repeat. 

Fauci is as free as a bird, and will remain so with his colluding fiendish friends, until of course, his death date. Judgment day is coming, and in the blink of an eye, the leprechaun will tremble in awe and terrified trepidation, before the living God. He will be held to account and in dread, with pay the price for his massive role before, and during, the covid craze. 

WARNING: When a speaker gets a lot of air time (or views) and seems to be condemning liars, with the express purpose of evoking emotion that has us believing that justice will finally be served, I suggest second guessing the source, since these actors/players, are engaging in good guy/bad guy antics, meant to confuse their viewing audience. 

Talking heads love to hear their own voices, and they light up when all eyes are turned their way. This is vain glory, and dear one, you don't want to be a fan of a fraud that will say anything, just to get attention, from just about anyone. 

Fauci did his job and enjoys a measure of success as an evil little man, and I don't anticipate legal action being taken against him, or the president of the United States of America, any time soon, despite their obvious forays into offing their fellow citizens. 

Do you see Fauci in cuffs? Or Donald in an orange jumper mug shot photo with a number under his droopy miserable face? 

These are questions I must ask, to jar your thinking and have you look with unblinking eyes, at how very far from truth and justice we have travelled, as a global society. Murderers roam freely while enjoying the luxurious life, served by many that ought to accuse them instead, and mean it. 

I leave you now, to ponder. 

You shall not surely die

You shall not surely die

  You shall, of a surety, die

    Surely you shall die

      You shall die

Children of disobedience deny death ~ they believe in death defying capabilities, yet to be actualized. Not a man, as yet, has managed to secure immortality, and the risen Lord is the envy of every reprobate that thinks he can imagine his way into eternity in this world, by his own might and self-obsessive brilliance. Watch the earthlings age, despite their brow and face lifts ~ no amount of plastic or fat placed or injected strategically, to give the allusion of youth, can stop death from calling their deli number. 

Who are the self-deceivers trying to kid? Age has a number: the number of a person's days, shows up in unmistakable ways. Try, dear one, to erase bed sheet creases, impressed upon the face during a night of sleep; or those crinkles at the edges of your eyes that are evidence of years gone by. And what about pruning fingertips that have not been soaking in water? Or crepe like skin that cannot be smoothed with hand nor hot iron? Implants and injections sub-plant the soul, and regardless of effort upon effort to forgo aging, we humans just cannot help ourselves, we put on days to years in no time at all.

Eventually, all systems will go down and grind naturally to a halt, and you and I will no longer be in the flesh, and I ask you, Where will you be then? It is thought twisting and mind bending to consider becoming decrepit with body decay ~ no one wants this, and yet, desperate man cannot stop this process, and the trajectory for each human on the path of life, is ultimately, to one day die. The soul shouts No, no, it isn't so, and the evidence screams louder, Yes, yes, this too, will happen to you! 

You shall not surely die, said the Devil to Eve and Adam. Funny thing about this deceptive statement spoken by the snake, Adam and Eve were alive, and they surely, were not dying, when this lie was told them. The Devil continues to hissper this lie to vain and self-deceiving men and women, and they believe him. One day, to their horrified shock and shame, they will find themselves in dire and inescapable straits, existing in a living hell, for denying the One that rescues and resurrects the dead, to eternal life in heaven. 

You shall, of a surety, die, dear one. You haven't a clue when, but do you have a clue, to whom you belong, and where your spirit will go, when your body expires and you are no longer tethered to the flesh? 

Surely you shall die

You shall die

I have no fear of death, and this is not true for the majority of the millions of people that roam the earth, that eat and drink without considering the state of their soul. Most people are terrified of death, and I tell you now, they should be, because pleasure ceases for the heathen when the heart stops beating and the lungs stop pumping - eating and drinking and pleasure seeking ends, and Christ deniers have nothing to look forward to in the after life, and much to be petrified of. 

1 John 2:22

Who is a liar but he that denieth that Jesus is the Christ? He is antichrist, that denieth the Father and the Son. 

You, dear one, are an antichrist, if you deny Jesus as the Christ. Jesus rose from the dead without decay or delay on the third day following his prophesied crucifixion. All prophesy has been and will be fulfilled without any falling by the wayside. Those that do not believe God is in command of their now and their future, will surely die, and suffer the anguish of being forever separated from the God that made them. What a crying shame. 

It does not have to be this way! You can do differently from what you have done before. I suggest strongly that you go to God on bended knee and ask him to illume your mind and instill wisdom into your spirit, making you brand new, and holy too. 

I have three recommendations, four if you are very serious about your eternity:

1. Plead for forgiveness

2. Love God with all your heart, mind, body and spirit; and love your neighbour as yourself

3. Read scripture and get Matthew Henry's Commentary on the Bible, and study what you find there for the sanctifying of your soul

4. Pray all the live long day, and live as though you are a child of God Almighty

Jesus is our perfect example, and the Father wants nothing more than for us to honour and obey him, with Christ as Mediator, and the Holy Ghost as our God power within our very being. 

You and I will surely die, but let us be about the business of truly living, while we still, walk God's green earth. 

A Sin is a Sin

A sin, by any other name, is still a wretched and wicked assault on the soul. Here is an R. C. Sproul quote: If you commit sin in good conscience, it's still a sin. 

You and I can't make what is wrong, right. We can't take a bad thing or action, and turn either, into something worthwhile or beneficial. Notice now, how wicked mischievousness works. You do you, follow your heart, listen to your instincts, do what is best for you, let your conscience be your guide, are suggestive instructions that lead to permissive impressions on those that are susceptibly vulnerable to recommendations. In other words, loosey goosey thoughts and behaviours take over the flesh, when a person, or many persons, get a green light to do as their mood or urges see fit. 

For instance, some people had the urge to continue working during covid, and some, in fact many, felt that their conscience would be assuaged after getting injected with recommended and propagandized not-good-for-anyone toxins. The regret and remorse for going against conscience is constant for those that now suffer the after effects of having gone with the crowd, which by the way, is never wise, when viewed from an ethical and moral perspective. NOTE: Crowds can turn into angry, restless, resentful mobs, and this we did witness, when hatred was generated and aimed toward anyone that did not get in on the protocol action during the covid craze. 

Conscience is an early warning system to stop a person from wrong doing; conscience isn't do what you think is right, even when it is terribly, horribly wrong, but you feel it is perfectly okay with you. Stated differently, wrong is wrong, right is right. Truth cannot and does not, masquerade as a lie, and deception does not have sympathy and affection, for honesty. The two are diametrically opposed, and in saying this, I point out the confusion that is caused when conscience is used as an argument to commit sin, and I repeat what is quoted above from the mouth of Sproul, If you commit sin in good conscience, it's still a sin. If I break the law, and don't get caught, it does not suddenly make me innocent of wrongdoing. 

Regret for convincing ourselves to do what is offensive to the soul, is a gift from God. The conscience can speak subtly or scream and shriek in horror, and these are valuable alarms that can jangle the senses, and have us snap back to reality. We can't manipulate facts to make ourselves feel better; people that do this are in the deepest of troubled waters, and may never reach the shore of truth. 

The Bible makes many issues clear for our consideration, and there is no room for you or me, to play around with what God does, and does not, want us to do. If you got injected and regret it now, I pray you go on to the next step, and all the ones that follow, namely:

1. Repent before God by telling him you are sorry for disregarding your built in conscience that works for you, not against you.

2. Ask for help and healing if you are unwell: God is the Great Physician and what seems impossible for you or me, is well within his capable Almighty hands. 

3. Read scripture to increase your wisdom factor and spiritual strength, so that when wicked men make suggestions, you will see through their shenanigans, and resist their vile attempts to impose their will on your life and being. 

4. Live as a Christian in every God fearing and obedient way, and sin no more. You will feel insulated from the influences of the secular world, while remaining capable of interacting with your fellow-creatures. 

5. Just to ensure safety and effectiveness, live God's commandments, and refrain from relying solely on your conscience, or suggestions for what is right for you from people you do not know or trust, that have no rights or authority over you. God is Sovereign, not the rulers or governors of this world, and he is the one we are to obey, even when people all around us, are live streaming in the opposite direction. 

A sin is a sin is a sin, and dear one, you and I always know, when we are sinning against God. 

The Value of Veracity

Wherefore putting away lying, speak every man truth with his neighbour: for we are members one of another (Ephesians 4:25).

Truth is a debt we owe one to another; and, if we love one another, we shall not deceive nor lie one to another. We belong to the same society or body, which falsehood or lying tends to dissolve; and therefore we should avoid it, and speak truth. Observe, Lying is a very great sin, a peculiar violation of the obligations which Christians are under, and very injurious and hurtful to Christian society (Matthew Henry, Acts to Revelation, Volume 6, page 570). 

Think with me, about owing a debt of truth, one to another. What a fascinating concept: love does not lie, and if I love you, I am beholden to being a truth teller. I owe you the honour of being honest when we interact, and when we are out of each other's sight too. Deception, falsehood and lying, tend to dissolve society, and interpersonal relationships, and ought to be avoided, with only truth being spoken. 

Matthew Henry calls lying a very great sin, a peculiar violation of the obligations Christians are under, injurious and hurtful to Christian society: Do you agree with this assessment? 

What are you willing to do for the love of your life, dear one? What extremes will you go to, to secure and keep hold of what you adore? If what you want is out of reach, will you do anything, everything, to get closer, and make a grab for the object of your affections, as soon as you get close enough? How hard are you willing to try to have that precious item you crave and desire and can't stop thinking about, that haunts your dreaming hours and dogs your daytime mental meanderings? The Bible says the love of money is the root of all evil: Why money? What do you make of this love?

For the love of money is the root of all evil: which while some coveted after, they have erred from the faith, and pierced themselves through with many sorrows (1 Timothy 6:10). 

If the love of money is the root of all evil, perhaps the love of truth is the source of all peace and happiness, purity and righteousness. You and I cannot buy love, it is priceless, but those that love money, believe they can buy anything they want, and that it will scratch the perpetual itch, that is want to be relieved. Will there ever be enough money to fill the void in souls gone sour on what really matters most? What matters most, you ask? Relationship with God and our fellow-creatures, matter the very most, dear one. 

The expression, Making an honest living, just popped into my head. Honesty and truth are hand holding best buddies, and an honest person sometimes loses a business deal, by staying committed to veracity. Look now, to the top dog camera whores that sell their souls for a bit of air time, and how willing they are to slaughter their own spirit, and that of their neighbour, for the sake of financial gain, prestige, power, and even more camera time. Our society is deception soaked and sickened too, with cankers and sores marking and marring humanity. The masses have eaten and absorbed falsehoods, fibs, misleadings, manipulations, and malpractice for breakfast, lunch, dinner, snacks, and drinks, for decades. Is it any wonder people are dying of cancer in droves, when deception is their main source of sustenance? 

Lying, as Matthew Henry aptly pointed out, is a peculiar violation of the obligations Christians are under, and if Christians are liars, one to another, what hope does a Christ-less global society have in the way of showing love and being love, to their neighbours? Love cannot, and does not, lie. 

Lying is a very great sin. I ask you again, Do you agree with this Matthew Henry's assessment?

Coveting after money has people erring in their faith, and there is a piercing through with many sorrows, when a man or woman decides to forgo all the goodness God proffers, in favour of making their own way in the world, to secure the riches they crave and lust after. To err in faith is to mistrust God, by believing we must grab for the gusto, and make our own lives great and prosperous, separate from his provisions and blessings. We lie to ourselves when we actually believe we are in charge of our own existence, while knowing full well, we are not promised another tomorrow, and that death may come knocking at our door, at any given moment in our own timeline of life. 

Lies nibble away at character. Lies chomp on integrity. Lies besmirch and belittle. Lies erode trust and cast dispersions. Lies mute and murder relationships. Satan is the father of lies, and if lying is your way of life, then the Devil is your daddy. 

Truth fortifies the soul. Truth strengthens the bones. Truth shoots brilliant rays of divine light abroad. Truth encourages and edifies. Truth builds with bricks of beauty, bonds of friendship, kinship, brother and sisterhood, and a sense of holy familial unity, that is pure and spirit enriching. Jesus is the Truth, and if truth telling and living is your way of life, then God is your Abba Father, dear one, and I am very very happy for you!

Mental Tenacity

What do you grip firmly, taking hold with steely strength? Does mental tenacity play a role in your every day life, or are you on auto pilot cruise control, coasting along, with the same old same old get 'er done approach, that doesn't require concerted effort, for most of your tasks? 

As you may already know, I watch the tv show Survivor. The challenges that thrill me are the ones that have persevere or fail, stamped all over them. In group challenges, the stronger, athletic, and agile players, can somewhat carry the weaker participants when they lag, but the individual challenges are a different breed of animal, highlighting the stamina built into those that hang on, and continue to do so, even while everyone around them drop out of the game. It does my soul good to see strength on display in some characters that look like a gentle breeze could knock them over. How, pray tell, do they do what they do, winning rewards and immunity, by being the last guy or girl standing, hanging, balancing, etc? 

I was finishing a half-hour strength training workout and when I checked the timer for about the fifth time, I saw I had one minute to go. I selected abs for my last set, and at about repetition number twenty, I started wondering, How much longer? How is a minute so looooong... and I recalled the Survivor players and how admirable they are, each time they commit to not quit. So I suffered that one minute of abs, and today I have the reward of soreness in my midsection! One moment please...

In one moment, one minute of time, we can make horrendous mistakes that impact a lifetime of living. In one moment, one minute of time, we may choose wisely and in a way, that ensures the future will be bright with a sense of peace and delight. 

Jesus hung on a cross, weighed down with the sins of the world. He could have gotten off, being the God/man, but he did not. He endured the suffering, not for a moment in time, not for one little minute, but for excruciating hours. It wasn't just physical pain he endured, it was the grotesque and heinous wickedness we have committed as creatures, all the sick sins amassed atop Jesus, since man first walked the earth, with the sin accumulation continuing to this day. He died for us, dropping down, condescending to our lowly state, to elevate us to his majesty and glory, demonstrating what perfection acts and sounds like! Only God has the power to bestow strength, and only God has the power to resurrect the dead and enliven. 

Some people endure suffering for the right reasons and rewards, while others suffer needlessly, with nary a prize in sight. Christian: you will be tempted and tried, you will be cut off and called names, for the sake of Christ: Are you prepared to mentally, emotionally, spiritually, tenaciously grip tightly to your faith in Christ as your Saviour? 

Being strong is not an overnight achievement. Muscles of the physical and spiritual variety, require repeated and consistent attention and exertion. Maybe your abs are weak and you need to train them; and maybe your faith is weak, and you need to attend to it too. Chances are good you need work in both areas, and so: 

1. Work-out daily

2. Read your Bible

3. Pray without ceasing 

4. Eat food God created for human consumption

5. Drink plenty of water

Rinse and repeat.

Grow your mental tenacity for the hard stuff coming your way, and when challenged, you may find you have what it takes to endure to the end, long after others have dropped out of sight. 

But he that shall endure unto the end, the same shall be saved (Matthew 24:13).

A Sliver of Soap

Eyeballing the sliver, I considered getting a new bar... would the worn down piece of well used soap, be enough for the shower I was about to take? That sliver might be slippery and hard to grasp, and the quick question before starting the bathing process, was this: Do I bother with a hint of cleanliness, or rid myself of the left over and start anew, with a bar promising to be handy and helpful, rather than a remnant of what previously, had potential? 

I have my doubts, when the sky gets murky from chemical trail smudging. I sometimes flounder in my faith, when darkness attempts to close in and block the light; then the rays beam in, with dappling light interceding and reminding me, God goes before me, he goes before us, and we are heirs to his kingdom, as regenerates, redeemed children, that once, perhaps not long ago, were far from him and his glory, but are now drawn near by his grace and mercy through Christ the LORD.  

Is the sliver of soap enough to wipe the sky clean and clear of its murky smudges, and can I use the same shrinking bar, to wash my mind of all irritation for what the evil and wicked ones have done thus far, in their attempts to destroy God's creation, and namely, his prized possession, humanity? Can I take that sliver of soap and rub the smirks off the faces that arrogantly display their cruel intentions of harming their fellow-creatures, via airborne, injectable, and ingestible toxins? 

It is to God I go for my answers, for the reassurance I need, to know that he is well aware of the circumstances and situations we now find ourselves in. The apostle Paul spoke truth in the face of being terrorized by the enemy of souls, and nothing has changed since the dawn of man regarding some being haters of God's word, will, and way, and some of us being adorers of our beloved Abba Father and being desirous too, of obeying his commands, with his Holy Spirit strength giving us the power to resist the Devil and his trickster influences. 

The sliver of soap is enough to wash away the sprinkling of doubt that has a tendency to shade the shine of faith, when I go to the source of great light. The men in the air will one day have their wings clipped. They fly like eagles, soaring high, and they forget, that God gave them the gift of resisting gravity, for a time, and that abusing privilege's bestowed, will one day have them pulled into the grave, disabled and without choice, and punished too, for daring to demand death from humans God gave life to. 

See the photo, a colourful playful pig made of metal, a plant called a spider, a desert cactus blooming corral flowers with yellow middles: the joy of the Lord fills me with hope each new morning, and I pray this is true for you too, dear one. I pray that the sliver of hope that you have translates into prayers for the lost, the lonely, the ones that have given up and believe that there is nothing more to look forward to because the wicked rule and reign without stoppage. This, quite simply, is not true. God is Sovereign over all and always has been and forever will be. 

It matters what we say and do and how it influences and impacts our fellow man. It matters because we can help or harm others, to our commendation or to our damnation. The tampering with weather is diabolical, and I grin as I type this reminder to you and me both: 

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.

May the peace of Christ fill your soul in stillness, and in life's storms, dear one. 

We Have Ants

The ants go marching one by one hoorah, hoorah, the ants go marching one by one hoorah, hoorah, the ants go marching one by one, the little stops to suck his thumb and they all go marching down, to the ground, to get out of the rain, boom boom boom. 

It is ant season once again, and apparently, there are teeny tiny, Welcome, signs hanging out side of our home, because the little cuties are coming in, in droves. While I admire and appreciate the industrious nature of ants, I prefer them as outdoor critters, as opposed to finding them on counter tops, or clamouring in and around couches, where snack crumbs are want to hide. Ants aren't particular about where they get their food, they will take it from whence they find it, and I always grin when I think of their unstoppable inclinations to carry on with the work of gathering, even when some of them go mysteriously missing after being disposed of, by irritated humans that don't enjoy their army ant invasions!

Now, I have to confess the reason for writing this blog, and I ask early for your forgiveness as I forge my way into a comparison between ants and some humans, knowing full well that humans are created in the image of God, and ants are one of the Master's adorable reminders, that we are to be about our business in this world, not resting on our laurels, and wasting the time he has allotted each one of us while we walk the earth. Here is my guilty confession: I compare ants this morning, to shamelessly excessive, obsessive, obnoxious, persistent, annoying, relentless, intrusive, and empty minded tele and email marketers. Daily I am inundated with unwelcome calls and emails. One solicitor had the audacity to schedule a coaching session with me, and when I followed up to confirm the session date and time, the person shared that they had to be "transparent" about their reason for booking the time with me: the person had a proposal, in other words, I was a potential cash cow, and it wasn't my services they were interested in, it was my money in exchange for the great things they could do to promote my work... I ask you, dear one, How can relationship be built on an upfront lie? Does a person with one iota of understanding, actually believe that they will be trusted, after falsely presenting themselves, and misleading the one they have targeted to do business with? Just before starting this piece of writing, an email popped up on my screen from yet another, seller of marketing goods... 

Now, here is the crux of the matter. Many marketers sell tchotchkes... items that are not functional, and are merely decorative, or in the case of ugly tchotchkes, items that are utterly a waste of money, plus, an insult to the senses; things one might shutter to look at. Tele and email marketers sell non-tangibles when they push promotion for say, a book I published that is no longer available for sale, or services I provide as a coach, or growing my instagram following, by boosting here there and everywhere, in a saturated market where people become famous for eating entire pizzas the size of a small flat earth planet, in front of their phone cameras. I can't compete for market share with people displaying these grotesque gluttonous behaviours, nor do I want to! My point is this: my work is a calling, and the people that want to help me empty my pockets and promote me in my calling, actually don't have a calling at all: I dare declare, that these people are a plague on our society; they are parasitic, and when I see one has called or emailed, I think of the descriptive word, pariah, outcasts that have not a clue how to live a meaningful and purposeful life, because they make a paycheque as unwelcome, unwanted pests, that have never been invited in. 

You may be thinking, everybody is selling something, and I will say this in response, Not so, this is simply not so. There is work to do, and there are workers to complete tasks, and we each play a role in what must be done. You and I make garbage, and there are men that pick-up that garage from our curbs, and man alive, I am so grateful for their efforts! You and I eat food, and there are stores that sell edibles to us, and again, my gratitude abounds daily for God's blessings - but really, do I really have to have nonstop, all day long, incoming messages from hundreds of humans with empty offers that do nothing for me, my body, my family, my soul? How, pray tell, can they waste their days, being ignored, hung up on, blocked... doesn't this hurt their ego, their heart, their very being, knowing they are doing nothing to contribute to society, and knowing too, that when they catch a fish on the baited hook they cast, that the fish will end up poorer for having believed business would boom after being "marketed"? 

The ants go marching two by two hoorah, hoorah, the ants go marching two by two hoorah, hoorah, the ants go marching two by two, the little one stops to tie his shoe, and they all go marching down, to the ground, to get out of the rain, boom boom boom. 

Ants work for each other and by doing so, they work effectively for themselves. Every ant that finds a dot or dusting of food, carries it to the family or colony, to share. Watching ants communicate with one another and perform their duties as a crew, is fascinating.

Proverbs 30:24-25

There are four things which are little upon the earth, but they are exceeding wise: The ants are a people not strong, yet they prepare their meat in the summer.

Proverbs 6:6-8

Go to the ant, thou sluggard; consider her ways, and be wise: which having no guide, overseer, or ruler, provideth her meat in the summer, and gathering her food in the harvest. 

I can only imagine how empty, hopeless, and sad a life must be, when spent on nothingness, when exhausted daily, on fruitless endeavours that leave the soul devoid of meaning and purpose. Tele and email marketers are sluggards that have yet to dive deeply and discover their calling. God made each human with a divine design, meaning he made us to serve one another and by doing so, we feed ourselves too! We aren't to scam our way into someone else's schedule, or promise to promote them for pay, knowing full well, that there are no guarantees that can be made, that marketing another will bring them business success. When I work with a client, it is for their benefit, and it just so happens that I receive payment in compensation for the services I provide. The give and take is an even Steven exchange, and it feels clean on both sides of the equation. 

Sigh... I am done now, with the bare bum spanking of shameless solicitors. My hope for them is that they realize they only have one life to live, and wouldn't it be grand, if when their numbered days were done, they met their Maker, and he said, Well done, good and faithful servant... rather than you sluggard, you wasted the talents I bestowed, get thee away, from me. 

The ants go marching three by three hoorah, hoorah, the ants go marching three by three hoorah, hoorah, the ants go marching three by three, the little one stops to scratch his knee, and they all go marching down, to the ground, to get out of the rain, boom boom boom. 

Piggy & Spiddy

There once was a pig, who with delighted surprise met a spider, that just so happened to be straddled contently, on the pigs back... 

Piggy hadn't a clue of how adorable he looked, adorned in his multicoloured and crimped skin; meanwhile, Spiddy took to striking stripes in shades of green and white, without fanfare, and with much admirable modesty. The two were an unlikely pairing, and yet, their happiness was in the seed of friendship.

With a wag of his bouncing head, pig nods frequently in agreement with many things spider has to say. Encouragement from Piggy always feels comforting and uplifting to Spiddy - from his lofty spot atop pigs back, spider has a breathtaking view of his surrounds, and sharing what he sees with pig brings him great joy. Pigs, as you may very well already know, have tendencies toward cheerfulness, taking pleasure in playful banter, and goofy rutting about, with a bit of harmless and mutually entertaining mud slinging, thrown into the mix. Both Piggy and Spiddy get great satisfaction from their dynamic duo antics, and they do count on one another in numerous ways. Daily, in each other's most excellent company, Piggy's multi-coloured panels of skin brighten; likewise, Spiddy's stripes become sharper, more distinguishable, and more defined. 

The seed of friendship was long ago planted, and now flourishes uniting forever, Piggy and Spiddy. Oddly, the two hadn't a clue, that what they thought they were was really something quite different, from what they actually are. Strange, isn't it, to think one way, and have reality be another? The pig was made of tough stuff that could be shaped into waves of wonderment. The spider had long reaching for the stars and down toward the earth, extending arms with pointed tips. Piggy looked like a pig, of the best sort of course, making himself useful for planting good ideas and kind thoughts, and Spiddy was brilliantly breath giving, cleaning the air and clearing it too, of all that needn't be in a room. But as I stated earlier, the two oddly hadn't a clue, that they weren't who they thought they were...

How can a pig outside of a pen be a pig, without being a pig at all? How, pray tell, can a spider climb upward and drop downward too, without for one second, existing as a web spinning spider? Ahh, the great mysteries we face and try to figure out, have us riddled with curiosity, don't they?!

Judges 14:4

And he said unto them, Out of the eater came forth meat, and out of the strong came forth sweetness. And they could not in three days expound the riddle.

Judges 14:9

And he took thereof in his hands, and went on eating, and came to his father and mother, and he gave them, and they did eat: but he told not them that he had taken the honey out of the carcase of the lion. 

Faith truly is the substance of things hoped for, and the evidence of things not seen. The seed of happiness is planted in those that put their trust in God through Christ the mediating King, and one day, many seeds will blossom and bloom gloriously in the heavenly presence of God's Almighty magnificence. Things aren't as they seem, and this, I do declare, is a very good thing, for you and me, while we walk the earth. 

The adorable pig and delightful spider share a bond that is unbreakable as God's creatures, and this bond we have in common, when God gives us our others, our kindred, our brothers and sisters in Christ. 

Do, I encourage you, look for the seed of happiness in your surroundings, and in your relationships. The seeds are plentiful and what springs forth from a seedling, promises much delicious and soul satisfying fruit in the future. 

Galatians 5:22

But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, longsuffering, gentleness, goodness, faith, meekness, temperance: against such there is no law. And they that are Christ's have crucified the flesh with the affections and lusts. 

Conspicuous Christianity & Capricious Covens

What do you do? is a common question asked, when first we meet someone. Would it raise your eyebrows, and tense your shoulders to hear, I am a witch, in response to this inquiry?

Here is a bit of backstory for this piece of writing.

I love the game Survivor. I am well aware that the show is a reality television series, and at the same time, there are some facial expressions that speak volumes, that cannot be scripted or frankenbitten (frankenbites are video clips strategically placed to emotionally manipulate a viewing audience to form an opinion, about the people in the clips, turning players into villains, victims, rescuers, innocent bystanders, or socially inept ignoramus', that cannot read the room, or the jungle, as the case may be. I realize Survivor is subject to manipulation by the producers that are inclined to sell stories, and push ideologies, and, I always enjoy seeing how selected for the show cast of characters, navigate the rough and tumble environment they endure, as strangers sharing intimate spaces. All this to say, I am not a fool regarding the tricks of the television trade. 

Now, after that commercial break, we return to our story theme. A cast member on Survivor Australia, Brains vs Brawn 2025, Laura Darras, identified herself as a witch, when sharing what it is she does. During the course of the show, we hear Laura making statements regarding her manipulative tactics to get what she wants, using people to have her own way. Laura formed a coven with four other females at the start of the show, and Survivor producers do their damnedest best, to play eerie music, and insert dark magic imagery, to heighten the ominous and potentially frightened feelings, for the viewing audience. Laura is blatant and unashamedly committed to the power she perceives she is garnering for herself, by being a witch, and unfortunately, the little women in her so called coven, easily, and quite happily, follow suit. I have never in all my years of watching Survivor, been as startled by such obvious iniquity. Laura is mild in comparison to some of the other devious and dreadful players in Survivor Australia. I highly recommend watching the show, so that you can catch a glimpse at how far some members of humanity have travelled, from godliness. It is shockingly sad to hear certain players repeatedly use Jesus' name as a curse word, while acting in a witchy fashion, with cameras capturing their capricious backstabbing behaviours: they reveal their inner workings, and it truly is, a terrifying prospect to see their spirits darkened so. The coven, breaks covenant with one another, and that is a lesson for us as participants in this one life we live, which is this: the wicked are not loyal to each other, because they are selfish, and in their world, they devour to live, and live to devour, even if it means sacrificing one of their own. 

Dear reader, there are many in our midst that purposely live to satisfy their own urges, scratch their own itch, feed and fuel their own starving for attention, power, and position, desires. These lost ones, know not the living God; they know only what it is like, to never have or grab enough. They are vapid and empty, devoid of significance, for as long as they try to make it in life, on their own power, or by holding hands and linking to themselves, those of a similar bent or ilk. How, pray tell, can they trust other self-serving and self-absorbed manipulators, liars, thieves, cheats, and backstabbers? It is a ludicrous concept, to place trust in professing deceivers that purposefully trick others to grab a prize for themselves. 

You may at this point be wondering why I entitled this piece of writing, Conspicuous Christianity. I ask you now: Is it glaringly obvious to everyone that knows you, that you belong to Christ; that you live and breathe and have your being, firmly planted in Jesus as your foundation? Are you, a conspicuous Christian? Do you profess your faith, first and foremost, when you meet someone, or many someones, for the very first time? When asked what you do, would it be odd to hear yourself say, I worship the living God? Laura in her witchy ways, is declaring that she worships demon gods, when she calls herself a witch: are you ready, willing, and able, to state without hesitation, I glorify God with my life and adore Jesus Christ as my Redeemer from my sinful-self? 

Laura on Survivor is a victim of a society that hates God as Almighty. Laura and the silly little girls toying with the charms and practices of the Devil, form capricious covens on shifting sands, and they need prayer, and to be pulled as brands from the flames of hells fire. I have wept over what I have seen, because I know and have witnessed, what can happen when the door is cracked open for Satan, and when he is invited in for a few smoke and mirrors parlour games that seem harmless, but truly, are a treacherous walk on the wild and dark side. 

If witches can self-declare openly and publicly, and live their lives spell bound by the father of lies, does it not behoove each Christian to boldly profess Christ and to live biblically, according to God's Word, will, and way?

We belong to whom we obey, dear one. We are what we think and do - what comes from the mouth, starts in the thoughts firstly, drops down into the bowels, goes back up and fills the heart, and eventually ushers forth in our words. Holy thoughts lead to holy deeds, and conversely, wicked thoughts activate a person to perform wicked deeds. 

I am fascinated to witness the breaking down of the capricious coven while I watch Survivor. I think of troubled and oblivious characters that perform for cameras and call themselves world leaders, and I see them falling apart at the seams before mocking crowds, because they go too far, say too much, and ultimately, make utter fools of themselves in their arrogance. They haven't a clue that their days are numbered, and they are being voted off the island, and will be exiled from humanity, soon enough. 

All the world is not a stage, dear one. The world is God's creation, and we are here to glorify him as our Master, our Maker, our Lord of lords. King of kings. 

Know ye not, that to whom ye yield yourselves servants to obey, his servants ye are to whom ye obey; whether of sin unto death, or of obedience unto righteousness? (Romans 6:16). 

To whom do you, belong? And is it obvious, or do we have to play a guessing game when we meet you?

Are you a conspicuous Christian dear reader, and if not, perhaps you can challenge yourself with the question, Why not?

Yield

You must yield the right of way when someone has a green light, and you get the red which indicates, you must stop, and wait. You must yield the right of way, when a bus driver signals they want into the lane you are travelling, and when lights flash, and a STOP sign extends out from below the drivers window, letting you know children are leaving the bus to cross the street. Yielding the right of way makes sense, if life is to be preserved, if common decency is valued as a human trait to be admired and adhered to: yielding gives others a right of passage, and when someone takes the liberty of stealing a turn, everyone around them, potentially, suffers loss. 

Does God have the right of way in your life, dear reader? Do you accept his signals of stop, wait, proceed with caution, look before you leap, heed warnings and heed too, the discernment that instructs next steps? Alternatively, do you rush ahead without considering outcomes, impact, perhaps even devastation for yourself and others, because you just can't wait, or more accurately, you refuse to wait, believing that later, is too late for you? 

Yielding to others is a curtesy extended, and when others yield to us, we receive the gift of kind consideration. Yielding is a vulnerable experience; it may feel like risk taking without the promise of reciprocal rewards. Letting someone into a stream of traffic feels good, but letting in five people in a row is problematic, for everyone behind us. Yield must not be misunderstood: we yield the right of way whenever and wherever we can, without violating everyone's, including our, rights. 

I dance around a truth as I type. I have known some truly lovely people that I wish I could actually love. They have great traits and can be adorable, and yet, they appear to be incapable of the vulnerability required to truly be intimate in relationship. For closeness to happen, each individual must be willing to listen, to actually hear, and attempt to truly understand, others, and to share their own thoughts, fears, worries, hopes, dreams, heartaches, and happiness. The give and take of relating can be soulfully edifying, and freeing too; but the unyielding refuse to give of themselves this way, and this resistance, invariably, acts as repellant to the people that would love, to love them. 

God loves. It astounds me how much he loves and how he loves. To not yield to his way is a hazard to health and home. If anything makes us vulnerable to danger and demonic encroachment, it is resisting God's will, and his loving ways. Demonic encroachment, dear reader, happens when we take the liberty of green lighting our own desires, no matter how dark and dreadful, without regard for the will and wishes, and well-being, of others. Demons encroach and next, they enter in, when we yield to wicked ways, neglecting and rejecting, God's commands. 

And this is his greatest command to all people: 

Matthew 22:37-39

Jesus said unto him, Thou shalt love the Lord thy God with all thy heart, and with all they soul, and with all thy mind. 

This is the first and great commandment. 

And the second is like unto it, Thou shalt love thy neighbour as thyself. 

Feel and think with me, how outstandingly marvellous it would be, if we lived the first and great commandment, followed closely by the second? God commands us to love, and yet being loving, does not feel like taking an order! What a dynamic wonder this is to contemplate, loving God, ourselves, and others, without hesitation, or fear of loss. 

Man alive, this is so outstanding, that it is crazy making to think people will not yield to this command. Knowing God and his will is an empowering experience, a heart softening experience, a soul soaring experience. It is easy to yield to God, when he is known as Abba Father, merciful and gracious, forever willing to forgive when we repent. When we don't get how good we have it, and then finally come to realize how generous he has been, it is heart rending to acknowledge what ingrates we have been!

I do not want to be an ingrate, dear reader. I do not want to be a little schmuck that does not yield to God Almighty, as though he does not have the right of way in my life. 

What about you? 

What is happening in your head and in your heart?

Are you ready to yield to the One that has your best interests in mind?

Are you ready, to give your all, to the One that gave you, everything? 

Are you, ready, to yield to the King of kings, and Lord of lords, the Alpha, Omega, beginning and end? 

Are you ready to love, like God loves you?

Prayer Plant

Psalm 148

Praise ye the LORD, Praise ye the LORD from the heavens: praise him in the heights. Praise ye him, all his angels: praise ye him, all his hosts. Praise ye him, sun and moon: praise him, all ye stars of light. Praise him, ye heavens of heavens, and ye waters that be above the heavens. Let them praise the name of the LORD: for he commanded, and they were created. He hath also stablished them for ever and ever: he hath made a decree which shall not pass. Praise the LORD from the earth, ye dragons, and all deeps: Fire and hail; snow, and vapours; stormy wind fulfilling his word: mountains, and all hills; fruitful trees, and all cedars: beasts, and all cattle; creeping things, and flying fowl: Kings of the earth, and all people; princes, and all judges of the earth: both young men, and maidens; old men, and children: let them praise the name of the LORD: for his name alone is excellent; his glory is above the earth and heaven. He also exalteth the horn of his people, the praise of all his saints; even of the children of Israel, a people unto him, Praise ye the LORD. 

I was with one of my best friends. We went to a happy place, filled with gorgeous growing things. A sign drew my attention, Praying Plant. I asked a staff member nearby, Which one is the praying plant? She told me all the plants under Praying Plant, were praying plants, but I did not know what this meant. Another staff member was asked to clarify, and to share what she knows, which helped peak my curiosity, but it was the YouTube videos I watched this morning, that satisfied my interest in learning more; seeing these plants in action, had me weeping in appreciation for what comes naturally to living things, which is to saying, all of God's creatures, all of his creations, are meant to worship and praise him. 

Time lapse videos show the opening and closing of leaves for praying plants, as though they are putting their hands together at night in prayer mode, and opening them up in worship when the sun is shining. Do you, dear reader, pray when you go to sleep, and in the morning, open your arms wide to receive the days light, glorifying the LORD, in praise? 

Praying before sleep is an act of grate-fullness for the day spent, and a trust fall too - you are irresistibly falling asleep, and trusting that the LORD will keep you during the night. When the suns rays beam in to open your eyes, it is God's way of letting you know that this is the day the LORD hath made, and if your first thoughts go to him and all he has done for you, then perhaps you are like a delightful prayer plant, fawning over him, displaying your hope, and faith, in the One that made you. 

Psalm 148 brings tears to my eyes. All of creation worships the LORD God Almighty. Man, in his willful ignorance, chooses not to worship his creator. I read recently, that God's people are called Wisdom's Children. It is wise to honour God will every fibre of our being; it is gratitude and appreciation for his mercy and grace, that has us praying and praising, all day, just like the praying plants. 

A skeptic might mock my analogies regarding the actions of praying plants. I don't mind if they do. Skeptics are subject to the laws of nature, just like you and I are, just like all of creation is, and it matters not, what objections they speak: they are governed by the very same hand that placed planets and water in the heavens, furries in the forests, and people to populate the earth. 

You and I, did none of these things, and yet, we benefit from all of these things without effort. 

How marvellous.

Praise ye the LORD.