This excellent blog post by Douglas Wilson has several good reminders. The government can’t protect you from this virus. More importantly, they don’t want to.
This article makes a conclusive argument for our freedom in Christ. I sincerely appreciate Doug Wilson’s thoughts on this. Of course, I am one step away from not having a job if they mandate vaccines. So it’s all or nothing. Either we all resist, or we all capitulate. It’s time for the population to WAKE UP!
A lot of people won’t take 16 minutes out of their day to watch the video in this link. But it sums up everything I have read over the past year about Covid-19 and the vaccines quite nicely. It even includes video and references. There is one inaccuracy; they say, “You get to decide”. Depending on where you live or work–this may not actually be the case. I realize people are generally closed-minded to opinions that differ from their own. But this is one area we really should perk up and pay attention to. We will eventually know the answer to the question posed at the end of the video; but by then, it will be too late to do anything about it.
Hint: The government and pharmaceutical companies are working together on this. That fact alone should cause all of your alarm bells to start ringing.
The vaccines are not safe. I don’t care what the door-to-door “salesman” tells you. I don’t care what CNN tells you. I don’t care what your sister tells you. What your mother tells you. The stats are in. You have been warned.
This is an excellent article. Questions are good. They drive us to the truth.
“What has been is what will be, and what has been done is what will be done, and there is nothing new under the sun.”Ecclesiastes 1:9
I hear the cry of the catbird outside my window. His high wail is a reminder of all that is wrong in the world–and in me. This dark bird is hungry–and frustrated. He has recently been fighting with the mockingbird over a feeder filled with peanut butter and walnuts. Sometimes they alight together and begin beating their wings and “cawing” in the most dreadful manner. The more they shout and cuss, the more riled up they each get until the feeder is spinning and no one is getting a bite to eat.
The situation in South Africa is disturbing to this suburban mom. My little window into the world via the internet frightens me. It’s not a dystopian novel. There are real people being slaughtered in the streets. And while I am able to “log off” and go enjoy a cup of coffee, there are hungry children wailing and bereft mothers grieving their dead. And there are brutal savage men butchering other men.
Charles Manson is laughing from the grave. The race war he wanted to incite is at our doorstep and we have welcomed it with open arms. This may be happening in Africa, but it is happening in America too.
Enmity between races and tribes has existed since the dawn of civilization. Jesus addressed it in his parable of the Good Samaritan when he instructed us to love our neighbors–especially those of other tribes and races. But there is a more pertinent lesson to consider in these times of racial tension: the parable of the unforgiving servant.
Peter asked an important question: “Lord, how often will my brother sin against me, and I forgive him? As many as seven times? Jesus said to him, ‘I do not say to you seven times, but seventy-seven times.”
There are days I take issue with Jesus words. One of those days was yesterday. I was rear ended by a woman who probably fell asleep at the wheel. She felt she really hadn’t hit me that hard and it wasn’t that big of a deal. But she knocked me into the car in front of me and gave my neck a good lashing. And while they stood around arguing, I started to cry and was accused of trying to “milk the ‘old lady’ out of her money when I refused to be comforted.” Even the officer thought I was overreacting, but the sobs would not abate. The violence of the impact loosed a torrent of emotion I did not know was there. Worse, no one seemed to care.
“It’s okay to be sad about sad things.”Zack Eswine
I chose to forgive the women whose names I do not know. But I am still injured and my car is damaged. The wounds are fresh and raw. I am angry. And perplexed. And sad. It was an accident. A minor one by the looks of things. Then why am I so upset?
Worry about liability was the main concern. Everyone was worried about money. The woman who hit me asked if I was okay and I was not. I heard her mutter to the officer at one point, “I guess I’m gonna have to pay.” Her car was damaged too. I thought later, “But this is exactly what car insurance is for!” But in the heat of emotion I couldn’t process all of that. I only knew I was grieved by the trauma of being hit by another car.
The woman who hit me was black. I am white. Later, someone said to me, “If the shoe had been on the other foot, she would have been crying about pain and injury to get money out of you!” This made me sadder. Why do we project our prejudice onto situations instead of dealing with the facts head on? She hit me… And I forgive her. Skin color has nothing to do with it.
“For if you forgive others their trespasses, your heavenly Father will also forgive you, but if you do not forgive others their trespasses, neither will your Father forgive your trespasses.”Jesus – Matthew 6:14-15
This is part of “loving our neighbor”. We all make mistakes because we are human. God knows we are weak. Therefore, when we are weak, we must ask for forgiveness. Then, our neighbor must forgive us. If we all lived under this simple principal; love God and love our neighbor, there would be no need for the senseless violence happening across the planet. God has offered us a way to live in peace with each other. So why do we reject it?
“The coming of the lawless one is by the activity of Satan with all power and false signs and wonders, and with all wicked deception for those who are perishing, because they refused to love the truth and so be saved. Therefore God sends them a strong delusion, so that they may believe what is false, in order that all may be condemned who did not believe the truth but had pleasure in unrighteousness.”2 Thessalonians 2:9-12
From what I see in the videos of South Africa, there is a war between looters and average citizens trying to protect their property. Is it materialism? Greed? Hate? Yes. It is also envy, slander, and at the root–a desire to seek vengeance for what has been stolen. But at the very core of this issue is something crucial I wish both sides would see: they don’t know how to forgive.
We don’t forgive only because someone apologizes or asks for it. We forgive because God has forgiven us. Then we live in such a way that others see the way we extend grace and desire that peace for themselves. Is it hard? Yes. Does it cost something? Yes. Because to forgive means something has been harmed or hurt or lost. There is wound that aches; a heart that bleeds. We close that wound when we forgive; both in ourselves and in the other person. Forgiveness is a healing balm offered to us by our gracious Heavenly Father. It is a medicine that can never be too liberally applied. More importantly, it smells sweet.
The catbird is still wailing outside my window. The mockingbird has bullied him away again. He sits in the tree and flips his tails and watches while the greedy songster has her fill while he goes hungry. I suppose this is how it shall be until the Lord returns. Until then, I will watch and pray and quietly whisper to my feathered friends, “Forgive!”
I’ve been waiting for this moment. I knew how I would respond, but that doesn’t make it any more pleasant. We received communication the company I work for is requiring us to get the vaccine or wear a mask. There is no third option. We must follow the CDC guidelines.
I think back to the difficult conversations I had with people at my church. I told them we should not fear. We should stand up and be courageous. We should resist the mandates. And they all buckled–with the exception of a few who also left. I will never forget the moment my pastor sneered at me, “Margaret, are you an ‘anti-vaxxer’?” His contempt was palpable. And that was before there was a vaccine.
Is this the beginning of the segregation of our society? Yes. I believe so.
Should people rise up and resist? Absolutely. If even a few thousand people in each city started coalitions or groups to protest this egregious violation of our basic human rights, this nonsense would stop. But I live in a nation of cowards who value comfort over freedom. That’s the only explanation. Unfortunately, they let the American eagle out and it flew away. Freedom be damned!
I have not been shy with my opinion. I have engaged in respectful debates. I am not alone in my thinking but everyone I know is afraid to confront this evil. Are my like-minded brethren out there? What are your thoughts and ideas for how best to resist? Should I stand up and call foul at work? Should I start contacting people to see if they will stand with me? Most of my co-workers have been bragging for months about their vaccine status–wearing their violent reactions as a badge of honor. I am not able to have relationships with relatives who used to adore me. I am quickly becoming a pariah.
Some people–like my boss–and my former best friend–think this is a really stupid hill to die on. But this is where I take my last stand. How about you?
My mom and dad were exposed to the virus a few weeks ago. My dad tested positive, got sick, and was given antibodies. My mom started a slow burn stomach problem. She had a 99 fever. She was nauseated. She couldn’t eat. She tested negative. Twice. After about 5 days of this “she couldn’t take it anymore” and my dad sent her to the hospital in an ambulance. He was not allowed to go with her (or take her to the hospital) because he was in quarantine.
Mom sat in the ER in a wheelchair overnight. All the gunshot victims from the city took the open beds. My dad went back and picked her up 8 hours later. She never saw a doctor. She was miserable. The only good thing they did was give her IV fluids so she didn’t die of dehydration over night.
She managed to eat a little on Saturday and then back to the ER she went on Sunday morning when her fever spiked to 102 and she started to cough. This time, she tested positive.
She has pneumonia and is on oxygen.
I should mention she has asthma and is morbidly obese. She has little immunity to pathogens and is frequently ill. I’m not surprised she’s sick. She’s always sick. I am surprised it took her this long to get “the virus”.
I have been in the unfortunate position of informing relatives. Several have point blank asked if she got the vaccine. I refuse to answer. It’s none of their business. But they go on and on about it. My sister went so far as to say “I told her at Christmas if she refused to wear the mask she was going to get sick.” My sister forgot that she wears the mask every day and she got sick last Fall. Masks don’t stop the virus.
The thing is, everyone is looking for someone to blame. There are so many fingers pointing in every which direction that I feel like I’m in a field of fingers. But it’s not her fault she’s sick. Just like it’s not my fault my neighbor is sick. To be honest, the only person I haven’t seen blamed for the doggone virus is God. What’s up with that?
One relative said, “My household is vaccinated, we still wear masks, and we are VERY careful.”
We don’t blame people when they get cancer. Well, unless they are a chain smoker and they get lung cancer. (And I’m not saying that is right either!) Sickness happens. (Granted, this particular virus seems to have roots in biogenetic engineering with a lot of powerful people having patents for it and also holding patents for the vaccines. But I digress.)
My mom is in the hospital on oxygen. She is getting Remdesivir. There are no guarantees.
But there are no guarantees for anything in life. My grandma died in a horrific car crash. My cousin OD’d. My other grandma had a heart attack. As my dad likes to say, “No one gets out of this life alive.” I just really wish people would stop pointing their ugly fingers–that are really just representative of their ugly hearts–and start giving credit where credit is due. God is the only reason any of us are alive in the first place. More, He stepped into the brutally painful world of men, took on human flesh, was tortured to death to make atonement for our hatred of Him, and then rose from the dead to destroy death forever and reconcile us to Himself. He ever lives to make intercession for us because He loves us.
Lots of people want a vaccine as a sort of security blanket but that blanket doesn’t appeal to me. Mostly, because I know it won’t work as a parachute. I’m hedging my bets on something more sturdy, more reliable, and more everlasting. Or as one hymn-writer once wrote, “Oh love of God, so rich and pure, so measureless and strong. It shall forever more endure the saints and angels song.”
My dad is understandably upset and afraid. But I stand by what I said to him that first night: no matter what happens, it will be okay. My mom knows the Lord. And because of that we have no reason to fear death. We do not fear those who might kill the body because we fear Him who has the power to cast the soul into hell. And since he has redeemed us with the blood of His son, I’m feeling fairly confident at the moment.
“Oh death, where is your victory? Oh death, where is your sting?”