There are a lot of things that bother me in the rancid world I live in. One of them is child exploitation. I am only recently learning how politicians profit off illegal immigrant children and it makes me physically sick. I sometimes wish I could go back to my blissfully ignorant existence. The good news is: I now know how to pray. “Vengeance is mine, says the Lord.”
Oh, Doug Wilson. I enjoy your writing entirely too much. Also, the best bloggers always have the best corresponding pictures.
It takes a lot of courage to speak the truth, especially right now. While many people are perfecting the art of mistruth–and strengthening the muscle of oppression–one man has staked his reputation on saving America. That man is Mike Lindell.
His documentary, “Absolute Proof” documents the attack on America by China via Dominion voting machines. He states that this is not about “Republican or Democrat” but rather about exposing the attack and rallying the American people. The documentary is chalk full of statistics and experts and is very compelling.
Near the end of the piece he discusses how the FBI, CIA, DOJ, and the courts have failed us and even allowed the cyber attack to happen. He hopes the members of the supreme court will watch it and “do something!”. If one watches him closely, they can see the exhaustion and desperation. This is a man “shouting from the rooftops”. He exhorts the viewer to tell everyone they know.
From what I’ve read, Mike’s company, My Pillow, has taken a hit from retailers who are so afraid of the totolitariam regime they removed his products from their online and physical stores. I also understand he spent nearly $3 million of his own money to make this documentary. After I finished praying for Mike Lindell, I went over to his online store and did something I’ve never done–plunked down a bunch of pretty pennies for some sheets. I don’t particularly need them, but I want to support the guy.
This purchase feels so small in the greater scheme of things. And I know a lot of folks won’t watch the documentary–or will only watch it to mock it–or will malign Mike Lindell because they have a heart full of malice. But I’m really proud of him for speaking out when so many won’t. I hope to learn from his example and exhibit the same kind of courage when it’s my turn. In a culture of cowards and liars, Mike Lindell is trumpeting a terrible truth. We would be wise to listen and respond appropriately.
I am a fully vaccinated adult–meaning, I current on the vaccine schedule. I also have chronic auto-immune issues and a son with juvenile diabetes. I remember the days when the only auto-immune disease I was aware of was sickle-cell anemia. I remember thinking how horrible it would be to have it and try to eek out a living. I remember being so grateful that I was healthy and so were all my children.
My son was diagnosed when he was 3 years old (9 years ago) and it was a great shock to learn he would be insulin dependent for the rest of his life. Of course I was glad it wasn’t worse; it could have been cancer. I knew parents who lost children to cancer and children who lost parents. But even so, juvenile diabetes is no picnic.
Five years ago I sought help from a homeopathic doctor due to my struggle with debilitating gut issues(diagnosed with IBS) and depression. My son was also dealing with severe behavioral diagnosis’ and was taking harsh psych drugs that were only making him worse. The traditional medical community told me I was “perfectly healthy–I just needed to eat more white rice and bread” and my son “just needed to regulate his meds”. I was desperate. I thought the homeopathic chiropractor I went to was more than a little loony. But when I worried about money–as in her treatment was not covered by insurance–she asked me a question I thought was valid, “How much is your health, your quality of life worth?” And thus began my journey to better health and the end of my trust for the traditional medical community. She healed my digestive issues (something that is chronic in my family) and I no longer have seasonal allergies, nor do I get motion sickness. It’s quite remarkable. And it was worth every penny. I also used to get sinus infections and bronchitis all the time. Now, it’s rare for me to get it.
What does this have to do with the new Covid-19 vaccine?
Diabetes is big money. I pay over a thousand dollars every time I order vials (a three-month supply) for my child. He will die without it so I don’t have much choice. I spent many years raising money for the American Diabetes Association until I discovered their agenda is tainted by their partnership with big pharma (Lilly & Novo Nordisk). I thought they wanted to cure diabetes–alas, no. Why would they want to kill such a big money making scheme?
I perceive the Covid-19 vaccine as much more nefarious than insulin and a much bigger money maker–considering they want everyone on the planet to get it. And while I realize everyone is posting proud pictures with their “vaccine passport” and calling skeptical people like me, stupid–or worse–an “anti-vaxxer”, the truth is, I just don’t trust the traditional medical establishment because they failed to help me. Not only that–they seem to really only want to profit off my biological dysfunction by prescribing me drugs that don’t work. So, if people trust the Covid-19 vaccine–I say get the vaccine. But don’t make me or my family get it. No one seems to be able to answer my plain and simple question: if the vaccine is so effective, and you got it, why do you care if I get it or not? Your safe. Aren’t you? Why do you care if I get sick?
I have been reading the warnings of Dolores Cahill. She has very persuasive arguments against it and is a molecular biologist. And this doesn’t even take into account that 99% of people who come into contact with the coronavirus recover from it. So why do we even need a vaccine?
So why shouldn’t I get the vaccine? Because I don’t want it. And I don’t want my immune compromised child to get it either.
And here’s a good video of Dolores Cahill discussing the vaccine and how it could harm us.
This is a well reasoned guide to managing acute stress with practical steps to guide you through. I plan to re-read it once a week. Please share with others! Brilliant!
When I am particularly stressed, my mind races with a jumble of thoughts, I experience a sinking feeling or a feeling of unease in my stomach, and at times my heart will pound and then I will get damp in my underarms.
When my mind is racing with a jumble of thoughts, I take a minute to pause, take a mental step back, slow my thoughts down, and be in the moment. Sometimes stress and anxiety rush me ahead in time, and I am thinking about what is going to happen next year, so I have to bring myself back to the here and now. As soon as I start to perform a constructive examination like this of my thoughts of stress, anxiety, worry, whichever word I use to describe my distress and discomfort, I can then isolate and deal with my thoughts one by one. Too much to do…
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I have been following Jodi Shaw and her courageous stand against Smith College’s diversity training regime. She is participating on a panel this Sunday. One must register to participate. I’ll be there (or be square!)
I sincerely appreciate this point of view from outside the US and the correlations to other societies.
It’s worth asking the question. Mario Murillo makes some valid points. I think we should continue to ask questions and seek the Truth.
The past few months have been tremendously difficult for my family. I have struggled with depression and anxiety. I have wrestled with fear over the coronavirus. I have read charts and diagrams that explain medical information I didn’t really understand. And in the middle of it all, I have been cut off from my church family.
We used to gather several times a week. These times were important to me. Fellowship with other believers helped me survive the difficulties in life. I face a unique set of challenges with my son that make every day stressful and laborious. I looked forward to those nights I could sit in the company of other like-minded believers and just digress. I especially liked having people to pray with.
And then I was abandoned. I sat in my house in the dark and watched videos that made my skin break out in a cold sweat. I was certain we were all going to die. I hollered at my mom and dad to stay in because my mom has asthma and is immune compromised – like my son. I figured it was only a matter of time before we all got sick. I’m not afraid to die, but I don’t want to die on a respirator.
Then, a friend attempted suicide and another succeeded. There seemed to be no end to the fear in the headlines.
But one day, a friend who loves me well began to share that the virus wasn’t as deadly as originally suspected. The cases were being inflated by government authorities. I was shocked. Why would health officials and government employees do that? Could they be corrupt? I learned there is a monetary incentive for a COVID-19 diagnosis. Hospitals get thousands of dollars when a test is positive (which is good for those who need assistance—but bad for those who want to take advantage). I learned that many of those passing away had other serious health conditions. We even had the father of a friend who has been languishing with Alzheimer’s for over a decade test positive with no apparent symptoms. He broke his hip and they refused to do surgery because of the positive test. He died within weeks. In agony. They wanted to list COVID-19 on the death certificate.
I began to read journalists who said the PCR test is not a diagnostic test. I also began to wonder how people without symptoms were carrying this plague. It just seemed strange. Then, I read studies that said masks don’t stop the virus. Which makes sense because a wave of sickness always runs through my office in the winter and it seems to pass to others via frequently touched surfaces. My co-workers certainly don’t walk around sneezing on me. (And, I might add, I’m the one disinfecting door handles with Clorox wipes!)
Then, I began to think about my own journey to better health. When I weighed 300 pounds I was sick all the time. I had recurrent sinus infections and bronchitis. I got “stomach viruses” every other week. But after I reformed what I consumed (no soda, fast food, or sugar) and started eating mostly fruit and vegetables, I stopped getting sick. It was incredible. So, I started to think, why am I sitting around here scared of this virus? I have a strong immune system and I take care of my body. Yes, I may still get the virus, but I don’t need to be afraid. My grandmother died at 45 years old in a car accident. Rich Mullins was 41. I began to wonder, if I’m still alive, maybe I should start to live?
But where are the medical professionals who would encourage people to live a healthy lifestyle? Every time I worry about getting sick, I eat oranges, blueberries, and take zinc. I drink a lot of water. I exercise. Come to think of it, I’m doing everything I can to stay healthy. Most importantly, I believe God is powerful and sovereign. Meaning: if it’s his will I get the coronavirus, I will get it. He holds the power of life and death in his hands. And when Jesus walked the earth, he told us not to fear those who kill the body, but rather, fear him who has the power to throw us into hell.
So, I choose not to be afraid.
But the church I belong to has insisted I wear a mask; even though the masks make me sick. I can’t breathe my own reconstituted air. I start to smother and struggle with anxiety. After months of not attending my church so I don’t offend the elders who mandate masks, I decided to go. I went to church because I needed my church family. I miss them. I love them. I felt weak and vulnerable. I missed community. I am not sick. I show no symptoms of sickness. And yet I was lectured and told to get away by members of “the body of Christ”. Worse, they write diatribes on social media to accuse me of “offending the weaker brother by not wearing a mask.” And they never even asked me why I don’t. But here’s the thing: I feel pretty weak. And I feel like the body of Christ is trying to cut me off like I’m a toe with gangrene.
“Thus, sinning against your brothers and wounding their conscience when it is weak, you sin against Christ.” 1 Corinthians 8:12
I think about the man who offered to work with my son on a project but then rescinded because he was afraid he would catch the virus from us. I think about the leaders at church who called to question me on why I refuse to wear the mask and insisted that I “obey governing authorities”. But I see “governing authorities” not wearing masks in groups and then mandating them for everyone else. I also see them forcing people to shut down businesses and thus not allowing them to provide for their families while condoning riots. Sure, they offer a government check— but isn’t that making them dependent on the government? This does not seem good to me. I was all for flattening the curve in March but it’s November and now they are telling me to forgo spending time with my family? What’s going on in my society? There is something terribly wrong with this scenario. Am I wrong to question the narratives? Am I wrong to refuse to harm my body by wearing a mask? And why is my church family bullying me? Not one person has called to check on me and see if I’m okay or extend the hand of friendship. But they are the first people to condemn me. How is this love?
I’ve been listening to Rich Mullins lately. He was a Christian singer who didn’t fit in a neat and tidy box. One lyric from his song, “Elijah” struck me. He sang, “There’s people been friendly, but they’d never be your friends. Sometimes this has bent me to the ground.”
It is a dark day when one realizes people in the church have been friendly, but they were never your friends. Or, as another fine singer said, “But if we are the body, Why aren’t his arms reaching? Why aren’t his hands healing? Why aren’t his words teaching? And if we are the body Why aren’t his feet going? Why is his love not showing them there is a way? There is a way.”
Who are these people spinning lies that those not wearing a mask are murders? And why have people in the church believed it to the point that they will condemn those who won’t? Our whole society has become divided over this issue. Doesn’t each person have the autonomy over their body to do with it as he deems best? Don’t I know my body better than the government? And if my neighbor feels safer wearing a mask and staying six feet away from me, I don’t bludgeon and cajole them to stop wearing a mask, so why are they doing that to me? For a culture that was so “anti-bullying” a few years ago, it seems rather ironic that a large portion of society is now doing just that.
Jesus calls me to love my neighbor and pray for those who persecute me. I have done that. But he also says to shake the dust off my feet if people don’t receive the message he sends to them. I serve a mighty and powerful God. I trust Him. He could sweep this virus from the face of the planet at any moment. He controls the wind, the lightening, and every storm. He is so far greater than anything I can think or imagine. And He loves me. I am his adopted child, for which he spent the blood of his true precious son to purchase my pardon. He loves the weaker brother (and sister). Therefore, I do not live in fear.
But I am still the “weaker brother” because I need other believers. I am part of the body of Christ, but lately I seem to stand alone. This nefarious agenda to divide our culture comes straight from the pit of hell and I am sad it has infiltrated the church. How do we fix it? It certainly won’t be by using God’s word to force people who think differently than us to capitulate into doing what they want us to do whether we agree with them or not.
So here is my question: is the church a club, or is it the body of Christ? Because if this is a club, I want out. But if it’s the body of Christ, we are sick and we need someone to heal us.
Who the heck came up with this bully tactic?
I went looking on Google images for a meme with this sentiment that I could use for this post, but I find them so distasteful, (and some of them I find downright offensive), that I just cannot share another meme that includes the statement on the bottom, “Bet you won’t share this.”
To me, it seems as though the statement “Bet you won’t share this” is an attempt to bully me, the reader, to defy the “Bet you won’t” statement, and to instead show them, “You bet I will.” But seeing this statement does NOT make we want me to defy the statement. It makes me NOT want to share it. I just won’t do it. In fact, everyone I have spoken to about this subject has said that as soon as they see that, they…
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