Unmindful of Another World

They were not sensible of their danger, therefore they slept; they were not sensible of their duty, therefore they were drunk: but it ill becomes Christians to do this. What! Shall Christians, who have the light of the blessed gospel shining in their faces, be careless about their souls, and unmindful of another world? Those who have so many eyes upon them should conduct themselves with peculiar propriety, Matthew Henry, Acts to Revelation, Volume 6, page 634. 

Dear one, do you sense danger, or are you a sleepy head, and unaware of the times?

Dear one, do you know what your duty consists of, or are you checked out, soaked in alcohol, or a drugged haze of smoke and vapour? 

I am glancing into my past these days, and seeing the drunks as they all fall down. I recall being in a crowded pub, and witnessing a person falling off of a bar stool after being over-served. One of the people I was with said in their Scottish accent, Ah, the poor thing, and I responded along the lines of, That is shameful; she looked at me in shock and horror, not understanding my lack of compassion. I do have compassion for the lost, the lonely, those that make horrendous choices and publicly humiliate themselves in a drunken or high stupor, because I am concerned for their soul, and the behaviours are indicators that not only are they inclined to alcoholism or drug induced idiocy, but they are completely asleep, and do not acknowledge their duty to citizenship as responsible adults. Drunks and druggies require sober people to care for them when they are out of their minds vulnerable, and I find this to be one of the most despicable situations for the wanton self-indulgent, to put caregivers in. 

There is a man I know that soaked his liver to the malfunction point, and was granted a transplant, after being sober for a year. He was desperate to live and did what he had to do to secure that transplant liver, and behold, he got what he wanted, and in the mean time, he was lovingly cared for by his long-term live-in girlfriend. She told him she would leave if he started drinking again; old friends told him that if he misused this opportunity and abused the new body part that could have gone to a more deserving person, they would drop him as a friend. 

Can you guess what he is doing now, dear reader? That 26 year old liver he received, is being soaked with alcohol, and it is utterly, shameful of him to do what he does, without regard to his duty as an accountable adult. 

Drunks don't care who they hurt, dear one. A person that overindulges eventually becomes a dependent, needing constant care and attention to maintain a useless helpless life. The injuries they inflicted run deep, and without regret, remorse, and a desire to make amends, the drunk leaves scars on their caregivers that can only heal with the helping hand of God Almighty. 

Which brings us full circle to the point of this writing: drunks, druggies, self-absorbed people that care not for others in their insensible states of ignorance, that sleep when danger is present, that get intoxicated or high when they ought to be on duty, ignore mindlessly, that there is another world, and that they are accountable to the One that made them. 

We are all responsible for our impact, and a day of accountability will be faced by one and all because we are answerable to the Judge: this is precisely what Christians discern and know, and what heathens and pagans deny as they indulge their flesh. We all have many eyes upon us, and it behooves us to behave with peculiar propriety, especially if we call ourselves Christians. 

I leave you with scripture to consider: 

1 Thessalonians 5:6-10

Therefore let us not sleep, as do others; but let us watch and be sober. For they that sleep, sleep in the night; and they that be drunken are drunken in the night. But let us, who are of the day, be sober, putting on the breastplate of faith and love; and for an helmet, the hope of salvation. For God hath not appointed us to wrath, but to obtain salvation by our Lord Jesus Christ, who died for us, that, whether we wake or sleep, we should live together with him. 

Strictly Confidential?

Census cards placed in mailboxes are numbered, but are considered unaddressed mail, since there are no names on these materials. The census cast of clowns that door knock and attempt to enforce compliance, do not know the names of the people living in the houses they are told to talk to, because of the governments vow to protect privacy, by having the census be an information gathering exercise, with the promise of anonymity, for the citizens that answer the questions. 

It must be duly noted, that the census combatants, have been pernicious in their perturbations, by going where they are not permitted to go, each time they ask for a name, a phone number, or other personal information from neighbours or family members, of their intended prey. Propriety is neglected each time government employees ask what ought not, to be asked. 

Completely confidential is a standard line fed out to bait the hook ... we all know there is no such thing as confidentiality, when our cell phones pull up ads for us, while not in use, but within ear shot, based on private conversations we are having with family, friends, neighbours, co-workers, or while muttering to ourselves. Our cell phones are spies, and we pay for our plans in more ways than just a monthly bill issued for service. Governmental types want to know about mental and physical health, and they love sending kill yourself with our assistance propaganda, to the infirm and suffering. Between our cellular devices and the governments meddling, we have zero privacy, and no confidentiality, to speak of. 

Routine check-ups sound so innocuous and helpful, don't they? I haven't had a "family doctor" for a number of years: some people find this offensive, and some people cannot even comprehend the concept, of not being a regular at their local doctors office. I have received several notices from the hospital that it is time to have some testing done, but I ask you, dear one, for what? The idea of preventative medicine is a long held standard of acceptable pre-illness care, but once the tests reveal that you are a housing unit for cancer, they have an automatic repertoire of cancer causing tours they tell you you must take, to fight and beat this cancer. I heard recently from a reliable source, that the combination of radiation and chemotherapy yield a 3% success rate or cure: now follow closely with me as I finish the equation: this means that the treatment for said cancer has a 97% failure rate. The treatment options seem so limited to the sickly that they more often then not, go with the prescribed plan, and man alive, from what I have heard first hand, the "treatments" are so harsh and destructive, that they cause severe suffering, and destroy immune systems. 

All that you have read may be old news, or it may be just what the heavenly Physician ordered. You do not have to do certain things at all, dear one. You do not have to go against your own internal warning system to comply with people that imply that it is your duty to do as they say, or as everyone else, is doing. No one can mandate you to give your personal information, especially when they cloak the exercise in a Strictly Confidential blanket of misrepresentation. You are a number to the government, and what they want to know, is where your weak spots are, so they can press in hard. 

Evil is just like the wildfires Ontario has been suffering. Evil coats the air in acrid smoke that must not be inhaled. Evil spreads when it is not snuffed out, and evil infiltrates minds, lungs, hearts, souls, when permitted to puff up. and run with the wind. If your urge is to say no to evil impositions, then say no. If your urge is to give in because you are afraid of repercussions from evil task masters, then you will pay further on down the line, for not being stedfast, and trusting in God's sovereignty, and will in the world. 

1 Chronicles 29:11-12

Thine, O LORD, is the greatness, and the power, and the glory, and the victory, and the majesty: for all that is in the heaven and in the earth is thine; thine is the kingdom, O LORD, and thou art exalted as head above all. Both riches and honour come of thee, and thou reignest over all; and in thine hand is power and might; and in thine hand it is to make great, and to give strength unto all. 

Piecing everything together:

I see what is happening, and I write to warn. The cv injections cause cancer for a reason, and the reason is malicious. Cancer treatments cause cancer, and increase the likelihood of early death. The government of Canada issued a long form census to 25% of Canadians, and some of the questions pertain to physical and mental health. I dare to suggest that what the questioners are looking for, is the success rate of their population reduction plan. The nefarious nature of world governors is apparent to many, and is becoming obvious to more and more people, as the days add one to another. 

NOTE: Stage four cancer that is suddenly discovered, is an oddity, for those that prior to cv injections, had no signs of illness. I hope people are pleading with God to restore them, rather than trust in the witch doctors that want to treat them in cancer clinics. 

Avoiding God

Do you avoid the good stuff, dear one? 

I am not a procrastinator, but I used to be. I had dread: that feeling of must I? when things felt pressing, but I put them off anyway. It makes a person feel pretty badly about themselves with all that putting off until tomorrow, or the next day, or next month, for all that can be completed today. 

Here is a put off till later list you might be able to relate to when procrastinating prevails: 

1. Cleaning bathrooms

2. Doing laundry

3. Buying groceries

4. Pulling weeds

5. Paying bills

6. Booking a dental appointment

7. Clearing out the garage, drawers, and closets, of items no longer in use

8. Booking car maintenance

9. Exercising

10. Counting calories

11. Exercising... oh wait, I already said this one, didn't I?!

Negative results can look like this:

1. Sinks, showers, and toilets, become gross me out science projects with things growing in there

2. You run out of clean underwear and start looking at dingy items as options

3. You fast food drive through and immediately feel the affects of rancid oil after consumption

4. Your property looks like a sanctuary for wild critters

5. Plaque build-up feels like a fur coat when you run your tongue over your teeth

6. Your garage, drawers, and closets, are stuffed full with items you don't recall buying, and have you wondering how they got there in the first place

7. The warning signals on your dash show up more frequently, and you become confident that your next visit to the shop will require taking out a mortgage for repair payment

8. You get thick around the middle and those shorts you wore last year, refuse to travel past your thighs

9. The thickness around your midsection is now in your hips, buttocks, and man alive, your shirts and underwear seem to have shrunk

10. You just feel so darned tired and lethargic all of the time, and you would prefer to not ever clean your bathrooms, do your laundry, walk the isles of the grocery store or bother cooking. You decide to turn a blind eye on the take-over weeds in your gardens, suffer a sore tooth, let the car, your mid-section, and the rest of your body, go all rusty and useless, and ignore the massive caloric intake in favour of the ease of eating out. Exercise is for fitness nuts, and you ain't no nut!

Now think with me, of how good it feels to take care of the business at hand, as projects and must do items present themselves. Your day has a start, middle, and end, and what you do with your time is a statement about what you deem important and valuable. How do you start and end your days, dear one?

I am leading you to where I want you and I to go together. Perhaps your relationship with God is the very thing that you have ignored, neglected, put off, put on the back burner, with lots of procrastination placed between you and him. Are you avoiding the good stuff? Are you avoiding time with God?

There are two must have and read books, and they are:

The King James Bible & Matthew Henry's Commentary on The Bible 

There are two must do activities, and they are: 

Thanking God & praying

Your day is entirely a waste of time, if you have not spent time in God's word, and if you have not praised and worshipped him. I make these statements confidently, because they are truer than true, and perhaps you already agree with me? Your list of things to do, pale in comparison to spending value added to your life time, adoring God, honouring God, obeying God... all of your life will fall into perfect place, when you keep your focus on his will and live his way. 

There is a peace that comes from being in relationship with God that you and I quite simply, cannot acquire or ascribe to, in our everyday endeavours. Sure, we must work and take care of our abodes and the vessels that house our respective souls, but what good is all that is material, if the spirit is starved to death from utter neglect? What is the point of life without God, is my real question. 

You get to answer this question, dear one. 

What is the point of life without God?

With God, the possibilities are endless. Without God, there is the drudgery of worldly work and worldly pleasures, without the promise of eternal bliss in heaven with the Saviour of the world. How very repetitive and boring life is, minus the glory of God to illume the mind and give hope to sojourners travelling and travailing on planet earth. 

1 Chronicles 28:15

For we are strangers before thee, and sojourners, as were all our fathers: our days on the earth are as a shadow, and there is none abiding. 

It is a bore to think of life without God, and I hope you have come to the same conclusion. Don't procrastinate if this is what you have been doing. Don't put off that quintessential conversation you have been meaning to have with your Maker. Talk to him first thing in the morning, and then at noon time, and before you drift off to sleep, and see how everything brightens, how everything sounds and tastes better too, and how much strength you have to get your work done, because he is the one empowering you. 

Avoiding God makes you a shadow of yourself... a fading shadow of who you could be in Christ. Avoid him not - go and reconcile with the Redeemer, and you shall see how brilliant life can be in his eternal presence. 

P.S: Our outsides match our insides. Whatever you are not taking care of now, will become a hot mess in short order. Relationships are more valuable than places and things, and your relationship with God is the most important one you will ever have. 

Humpty Dumpty Trumpty

Cheater, this is what can be said about someone that wants the rules changed or bent, to ensure an advantage: cheaters prefer favouritism over performance, because winning at all costs means more to them, then having the skill or talent to accomplish a task or goal, with excellence.

Trump called Fifa because of a "horrible" call by a referee, and requested one of his red white and blue countrymen, be permitted to play soccer for his team after being red carded for stepping on the ankle of an opponent. I am not surprised at Trump's attempt to manipulate people and demand his own way, and I guess I am not at all surprised either, to know that Fifa is inclined to give in to calls that come from off the playing field, in order to accommodate a tyrant or two.. 

What is the point of playing when all the obvious cheating is considered? What is the point of watching, with all of the behind the scenes, along with all the up front in our faces, nonsense that is permitted with eyes watching and ears perked? Sure, the athletes are poetry in motion when they work synergistically and seamlessly as one unit with one mission, but all the shenanigans with pretend injuries and pratfalls, coupled with sometimes life and body changing injuries resulting from condoned violence, make the sport a spectacle that has one questioning character, integrity, honesty, and fair play. 

Cheating is a sport unto itself, and Donald Trump is the kingpin cheater of cheaters, liar of liars, thief of thieves. He bragged shamelessly about loopholes and tax evasion, and he digs letting everyone know how rich and important he is... he is, after all, ranked number one on tic tac, or is it TikTok Donnie? with Taylor Swift far behind, in the number eleven position. 

Humpty Dumpty teetering on a brick wall comes to mind when I think of Trump with his massive ready to explode in self-awe, wonder, and admiration, air-filled head. Someone that loves the Don ought to distract him with shining things to keep him from standing in front of a microphone, and free falling with nonsensical egoistical words, that make him look like a massive blue blunder of idiocy. 

I find cheaters and liars distasteful, how about you, dear one? Do they curdle your lunch in your stomach, and make you scrunch up your face in consternation? Donald believes he is popular, but I see a train wreck, and while I try to look away, he sometimes crosses my line of vision, and I cannot help but throw a dart or two, in an attempt to pop that hot air balloon head of his, with a few words of my own. 

Humpty Dumpty Trumpty 

Sat teetering on a wall

He bumped his air head

With all the words that he said

As he tumbled with a shattering fall

Sure, it's a lousy poem, but I am getting a point across, that a man with too many words, eventually says so much, that he is marked as a fool. 

Even a fool, when he holdeth his peace, is counted wise: and he that shutteth his lips is esteemed a man of understanding (Proverbs 17:28)

Perhaps you have heard it said this way: It is better to be silent and thought the fool, than to speak and remove all doubt. 

If only Donald had refrained from constantly speaking: he may have had a chance at being thought of as wise, and held in great esteem, as a man of understanding, rather than an utter babbling brook fourth grade vocabulary fool. 

Trump. Me - popular

Taylor Swift - not so much

Don, keep talking, it confirms so much for so many. 

A Guilty Plea & Clemency

What do you do with your guilt? This is the question R. C. Sproul would ask God denying atheists. 

What, pray tell, do you do with your guilt, dear one?

When I am guilty, I side-eye look at what I have thought, said, or done, as a suspect, as a misdemeanour-mischief-maker that does not want to admit wrongdoing. It doesn't take me long to feel forlorn, with a troubled feeling in my gut that suggests, You had better take care of that issue you are avoiding, or it will haunt you all the live long day. 

After acknowledging what I am guilty of, I confess my sin; I make apologies; I attempt to make amends, without trying to smooth over what I have done: we must never ruin a perfectly good apology, with excuses. 

These past couple of days I have felt stupefied, a truly strange feeling that rides the line between shock and horror. The feeling has slowed me down and quieted me, and I wonder, how can it be, that so much loss can accumulate in a matter of a few short years? A plague of poison fills veins, stomachs, minds, hearts, and while some are pleading guilty, and will be granted clemency, others do not even glance in the direction of their own sinfulness, their own wrongdoing, their own denying of deity. 

It is the denying of deity that keeps a soul in a holding pattern of wretched guilt. When we look to him, our sins become glaringly obvious, and we cannot help but crumble in a heap of human messiness before his majesty. One cannot deny their guilt in the presence of Almighty God, but one surely can weep in remorse, plead for forgiveness, and be granted the clemency a contrite soul craves, that can only be granted by the Judge and King, the Lord of glory, Jesus Christ. 

I charge thee therefore before God and the Lord Jesus Christ, who shall judge the quick and the dead at his appearing and his kingdom (2 Timothy 4:1). 

You don't have to believe what I am telling you, but I suggest to you that your very soul knows exactly of what I speak. Your very being cannot deny deity, despite your mind and heart attempting to do so, if it so happens that you are inclined to ignore, and turn your back, on the one that made you.

We will appear before God and Jesus Christ to be judged. The quick (still alive), and the dead alike, will be present at his appearing, and it is prior to this judgment day that we must look straight-eyed and seriously, at our guilt, our sins, our massive and minor mischievous-misdemeanours, and say, I said that, I did that, my hands are bloody and yes, that was me and I am so sorry Lord, please, I beg, forgive me.

It is commendable to be contrite. Repentance is a cure all. Reconciling with self as sinful and acknowledging what must be done in confessing, opens the door to healing in relationships with God firstly, others secondly, and lastly, with self as a peace-maker and new man or woman in Christ Jesus. 

Look your sins in the eye, own them, and from there, resolve to sin no more. God will give you the blessing of reconciliation with him, and the strength to face the world with a dazzling I belong to God grin, that lets others know, you are heaven bound as one of Christ's faithful followers. 

Cirie said what now?

I had to go back and listen again, because my ears may have betrayed my understanding. This is what I heard, If Luke sits next to Christ himself, he's going to win. O no she didn't! That is where my mind went as I hit the go back and listen again button. 

Cirie was on her fifth round of Survivor; as a fan favourite she was asked to play what is referred to as the greatest game of all time, over and over again. She took her place on the world tribe, and the show aired in 2025, with Australians pitted against players from other countries, that had also been on the show. 

I don't have a problem with players lying, cheating, misrepresenting others, and betraying trust, while they play the game, because this is what they have signed up for and are expected to do, but I do object to the Lord's name used as a curse or in a complaint, or within an expression of exasperation. I watch the show to study group dynamics, individual reactions and interactions, and plus, I have a little envy, I admit, when I watch players navigate the obstacle course challenges that look like way too much irresistible fun! It is vicarious pleasure for me, while watching the cast maneuver their way together or solo, through adult playground equipment... but I digress. 

Cirie was working on trying to get someone on her side. Cirie wanted an Australian to betray a fellow-patriot, in favour of keeping her in the game, and she used a you will lose tactic that is common, but she upped the anti to an unacceptable level, when she suggested that if Luke, a player that was still surviving in the game, sat next to Jesus himself, he would win.. Let us be clear, this means Jesus, would LOSE. 

Lose, imagine that, Jesus playing the game of Survivor with mere humans, and losing to a guy or gal, because said guy or gal had played an outstanding game. Hmmm, the devil you say? Cirie, spoke words that made her sound like a heathen without a clue about God's almighty power. The God of glory, being compared to a mere human in the first place is alarming, but for her to attempt to manipulate another player to get that player to feel pressured, paranoid, and compelled to align with Cirie, by suggesting Jesus would lose when sitting next to ANYONE, is dastardly to say the least. 

It occurs to me that when someone speaks as Cirie has, they have not attempted to grasp the magnitude of the meaning of eternal life. The grappling that takes place in the mind, heart, and soul, when contemplating foreverness, is thought bending, and can be torturous too, if God does not figure prominently in the picture. Jesus isn't a survivor like you and I, he is Saviour, and there simply cannot be, this strange interjecting of him into everyday modern entertainment, as though he were a commoner comparable to supposedly great characters in the game of life. The silliness factor is heaven high, and the ignorance factor is hellishly low, when this occurs. 

Cirie isn't the only guilty party on Survivor. Using the name of Jesus accompanied by Christ, is bandied about like a light and airy badminton birdie, or swirled on the tongue like a Werther's original caramel that has no substance or significance.  Intermingling the name of Christ nonsensically with other words in a sentence, and in a vulgar manner, is an everyday practice for millions of people, and I point out, that they know not what they do, because they know not, as of yet, what God has said about taking his name in vain: alternatively, they have learned that taking God's name in vain is a commandment broken, but choose to do this anyway. How shameful. 

It isn't right, you know, to curse God. It isn't right, dear one, to curse another creature. It isn't right, and we must not do this, ever. The ancient Israelites made the mistake of believing they would never have to pay for cursing the Ancient of days, but history tells the story of God's wrath against those that dare to disobey, and my prayer is that the name of Jesus is honey, not hate on your lips, and that you duly give him praise and glory as your Saviour, your King, your Mediator and God.

We must think and think again, hearing our thoughts before allowing words to usher forth from our mouths. Omniscient God hears before we speak, and it is wise to confess sins, on bent knee, and plead for forgiveness. 

The sacrifices of God are a broken spirit: a broken and a contrite heart, O God, thou wilt not despise (Psalm 51:17). 

NOTE: Australia vs World, season 13, episode 19: 

Cirie: If Luke sits next to Christ himself, he's going to win. 

Hornet Hordes

Hornets are an unwelcome pest, and biblically speaking, they are a hazard, a swarming death threat, sent by God as punishment against his enemies, and by association, the enemies of his people. The wrath of God is a terrifying penalty, or ought to be, for those that rebel against his Sovereign rule. It is foolishness to deny God as the power that was, is, and always will be: there is literally, hell to pay, for anyone and everyone that denies him as Almighty. 

A hornet followed me into my house the other day when I opened my screen door, and in a semi-panic, I opened the door wider, and shooed who out again. It was a relief to see him go, and I tell you this: I had a natural reaction to seeing him, one that I could not resist or help from having. I have the exact same reaction to human hornets, and man alive, when their nest of lies is threatened, they don't only buzz their bastardized beliefs, they flash their stingers and turn their beady-eyed gaze, in the direction of anyone that challenges their thinly held together paper mache self-deceptions. 

The human hornets vehemently defend vaccines, because they got the poison injections. They defend the governments intrusive and bully tendencies, because they go along with all things and people that govern them. People like to be led, and told what to do; they like to believe that other people are generally good, and would not harm them purposefully, despite all of the evidence they have from personal experiences. If you have been betrayed by a friend, co-worker, or worse yet, a family member, what, pray tell, gives anyone the idea, that the government agents, will not betray it's citizens, in vulgar and harmful ways? 

I write today because of the swarming I briefly experienced via derogatory comments directed at me for some of my posts on instagram. The rage is real for these people: their stingers were out, and I found it startling to see these bizarre reactions to my opinions, from strangers, so willing to discredit my faith, mock my God, and attack my intelligence. I see that they are insulted by what I presented, and they are defending themselves, because they feel attacked, mocked, and accused of being idiots and morons, for trusting the real hornets that injected them repeatedly. 

Here is what I read in The Bible just this morning, 1 Thessalonians 2:13-16:

For this cause also thank we God without ceasing, because, when ye received the word of God which ye heard of us, ye received it not as the word of men, but as it is in truth, the word of God, which effectually worketh also in you that believed. For ye, brethren, became followers of the churches of God which in Judaea are in Christ Jesus: for ye also have suffered like things of your own countrymen, even as they have of the Jews: Who both killed the Lord Jesus, and their own prophets, and have persecuted us; and they please not God, and are contrary to all men: Forbidding us to speak to the Gentiles that they might be saved, to fill up their sins alway: for the wrath is come upon them to the uttermost. 

Here I present trepidatiously, my suspicions. Those that did not trust in the Lord prior to the introduction of the greatest con conceived of and implemented against humanity on a global scale, namely covid, got stung by Satan's hornet horde, over and over again, and will continue to be subject to his harassment and cruel terror inducing demeaning, unless they hear the word of truth, turn away from worldly inducements, and toward the Lord Jesus Christ as the Saviour of their souls. 

The apostle Paul spells out what hearing the truth, and receiving it as life saving, looks like, and he draws a detailed picture, of how those that hate the truth, react in violent opposition, wanting to shut-up, maim, and even kill, anyone that dares to disturb their nest of misguided beliefs. We have all gone astray at one point or another, and thankfully, God loves us so much, he gives us an abundance of time to assess, reconsider, and course correct according to his will, and his perfect way. If you are reading this, know that you can calibrate to Christ this very moment, and that it is never too late, so long as you have breath in your lungs, and can speak with your spirit, to the God that made you. 

I do not hate anyone. I write because I know that the Truth, which is Jesus Christ, made me free. This, I want for one and all, and I hope I speak directly to your intellect, your heart, and your very soul, when I state: your only chance for eternal survival and thriving happily, is to place all your trust in Christ the King, and to keep your eyes on him, come what may.

Onward and upward, is heavenward, dear one. I pray to see you there in the near, or distant for that matter, future.