~ DO YOU HAVE you have a friend or loved one with Alzheimer’s?
I’ve seen the amazing musical memory of such people over and over and over in nursing homes, in the ‘quiet’ wards.
The soul is still there, but a veil has fallen in the brain, and ‘Now’ is just a jumble. The past? Still very present and alive for many. That’s why they often won’t recognize close loved ones– you didn’t look like that 30 years ago. Make of them what can be made, and rejoice with them when they can.
How Do I Even..?
Bring music. Hymns (old ones); music from the time of their youth (when were they 15-30?). Sing to them and with them when they click in. Read to them form the old version of the Bible– familiar Psalms and Gospel stories, and familiar prayers. Learn up and talk to them about old news, events of past days, interests they had when younger.
I remember one dear lady in Cape Breton who was suffering from this– but she still played the organ every week for the nursing home chapel services, and almost never missed a beat. Likewise, a dear lady in a wheelchair who recognized almost nobody, and did not respond to mostly anything– except tapes of old-timey hymns, which she remembered completely, and sang along with her husband, who would bring the tape-player in three times a week. She didn’t know him any more– but she knew love, and the music and the words.
A Battle For Life
And in the face of increasing pressure & laws to kill the sick & old– here’s a pretty specific way to help, to show love, and redemption of the time, and to fight for each creature of God, and the dignity of every human being as made in the image of God.
The main problem with helping such folks is us– it feels weird, and awkward, and we wouldn’t like to be like that. Get over yourself. +
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~ WORD HAS IT that many persons of a popistical sort have no end of problems with their cool prayer-tool: the rosary. Knotted up in tangles; spontaneously breaking into a pocket full of beads and broken wire; just wearing out.. and for Catholic men, having, well, rather girly-looking jewelery in hand.
Well, no more!
Witness two new products for the prayer-warrior in these troublous times: the military paracord rosary, and the World war reproduction rosary (seen at top)! That’s right, actual military parachute cord, able to support up to 550 pounds of weight, and ever-useful in survival, fishing, and emergency situations to tourniquets and the like; and metal bead on chain rosaries given to U.S. Catholic soldiers in two world wars, meant to survive just about anything and everything.. actual military service, travel, hiking, construction sites, rough handling, small children, and more.
For the manly Catholic men out there, both give the lie to the old saying that “rosaries are for old women”, and that they must look like tacky Victorian costume jewelry, fit for a dowager. The para-cord ones are especially suitable for military personnel, and can survive a great deal of rough accidental usage; they can hang off your belt, in your car, off your ruck-sack, or (OK, ladies, you can have one too) in your purse.
Listen TO MC Hammer!
Why? We got to pray, as noted cultural philosopher and performer of musical tunes MC Hammer has noted in one of his songs. As the chaos rises, as the persecution of Christians (especially Catholics) grows under secular regimes, and Jihadi attacks, as out souls thirst for the living God, we need the power, peace, and comfort.. as St. Paul commanded.. “Pray Without Ceasing”. Part of why our civilization is so sick? We’ve ceased to water it, ourselves, or our neighbor and various problems with patient, persistent, and powerful prayer.
Surely Binks has sold his soul for this one? Nope. The WebElf gets no Vatican kickbacks, bribes, inducement, incentive, pay-off, graft, sweeteners, sop, backhander, enticement, hush money, payola, allurement, or corrupting gift for praising up this gear, nor do I own either (yet). I just surf the web, and come across interesting answers to age-old problems, get enthused, and start talking about it online. Squee!!
What Are You Waiting For?
So drop a line to Fr. Richard Heilman and ask about his awesome 1916 Military Combat Rosary and mini prayer-manuals; or over to the paracord people of Cordbands.com’s Rugged Rosaries®, for their wide & interesting line of paracorded holy gear, and other stuffs. They have a lot of different products, scattered over several pages, so check out the entire site if you’re interested.
THERE’S A world-wide conspiracy against silence, quiet, calm, and it’s coming at us from all directions at once. For those of us who don’t do life at volume-setting 11, it’s destructive, distracting, confusing, and enslaving. All this noise noise noise noise!
Several times in the past few months I’ve waved or called out a greeting to a neighbour on the street– nope: glued to the phone, the iPod, the distractor. It got me thinking.
What To Do?
Kenny Chesney is right that our modern West is all about noise, propaganda, selling things, babble, infotainment, endless electronic demands, devices which gobble our time, our days, our hours of rest. The question, after awakening to the racket and noise, is to ask “What else is there, instead?”
Everything else ever anywhere. The all-precious electronics? Turn them off.
Leave it home. Silence the alerts. You don’t actually need to answer that e-mail or text or to see the funny new kitten video. Tell people when you’d like them to call on the phone, instead of jumping for every call like it’s the police or the lottery.
Unplug. Just go for a walk– you, God, the birds, the breeze, the bugs, the sunshine on the grass.. no disconnecting or dehumanizing smartphone or iPod or shiny thing. Take a nap. Call a friend. Give an ear to someone who could use a good listener. Real things are best: friendship, society, leaving things and people better than you found them.
Make more room in your life for quiet. Read before bed, instead of surfing or chatting or sharing that one last trivial bit of forgettable fluff.
Enquieten your soul, so you can really begin to hear and listen to yourself, and nature, and for the voice of the Lord.. that still small voice which is paved over by the avalanche of modern noise, that needy neighbour or family member or stranger who vanishes behind the distractions.
Not So Easy?
Like any overpowering addiction, it may be painful and take some time to wean yourself away from constant technophilia and hollow ‘connectedness’. Then, try to help your kids, family, friends, co-workers. Shhhh. Listen.
Wrecking balls, downtown construction Bottles breaking, jukebox buzzing Cardboard sign says “The Lord is Coming” Tick, tick, tock Rumors turn the mills back home Parking lot kids with the speakers blown We didn’t turn it on but we can’t turn it off, off, off Sometimes I wonder how did we get here Seems like all we ever hear is noise
Yeah we scream, yeah we shout ’til we don’t have a voice In the streets, in the crowds, it ain’t nothing but noise Drowning out all the dreams of this Tennessee boy Just tryna be heard over all this noise
24 hour television, get so loud that no one listens Sex and money and politicians talk, talk, talk But there really ain’t no conversation Ain’t nothing left to the imagination Trapped in our phones and we can’t make it stop, stop this noise
Yeah we scream, yeah we shout ’til we don’t have a voice In the streets, in the crowds, it ain’t nothing but noise Drowning out all the dreams of this Tennessee boy Just tryna be heard in all this noise
Every room, every house, every shade of noise All the floors, all the walls, they all shake with noise We can’t sleep, we can’t think, can’t escape the noise We can’t take the noise, so we just make noise
Yeah we scream, yeah we shout ’til we don’t have a voice In the streets, in the crowds, it ain’t nothing but noise Drowning out all the dreams of this Tennessee boy Just tryna be heard in all this noise
All this noise Can’t take the noise Can’t take the noise Can’t stand the noise Can’t take the noise
MY NAME IS Binks Webelf, and I’m a fairly big guy (for my generation, at least). Actual big bones (the above is me at 2 1/2), 6′ in socks, shoulders as wide as a doorway– if I were anorexic weight, I’d still be about 175 pounds. Plus, I’ve battled weight (poor/ stress/ sugar eating) much of my adult life.
Behind the current fat-‘shaming’ and lunatic ‘body acceptance’ controversy, there is an actual health crisis afoot, which social media could cover, Mr. Crowder, and save a lot of lives: the sugar-powered metabolism, leading to metabolic syndrome. It’s the hidden plague ensickening and killing millions.
Stupid Science Men
Remember low-fat ‘The Balanced Diet’ idea? Much smart, so science, very brain! Wow!!
Idiot food-scientists in the past century thought people were like machines– what you put in, you get out. Thus, dietary fat became evil: less is good. Eating fatty food makes you a blob, they believed. Bad consequences ensue.
Their new rules (which I grew up with)? Fewer eggs, less butter, diet everything, artificial sweetners, only occasional bacon, no cheese or anything like it– and lots of that that horrible inedible skim milk blue water of starvation & death. Bleagh.
Reality check versus Science Men– that’s not how humans actually work: your body & cells burn fat, and parts of your body (brain, nerve-sheaths, cell-structures) are literally composed of certain kinds of fats. Ooops. Reality 1, Stupid Science Man 0.
What actually happens if you severely restrict fats, or else eat a junk-fat carb-sugar-soft-drink loaded diet? Disaster is what.
ALERT! Body Red Alert!
The body will consume whatever fuel it gets. It needs a mix of fats, veg, fruits, some carbs and the like, but can run (badly) on carbs (bread, carbs, SUGAR). In this case, the body literally starves for fat, since it’s running mostly on sugar. Fat? What fat? I got none, says the metabolism,– so the fat goes into emergency storage. Really.
Mostly running on sugar? You must be starving to have so little fat in your furnace! Then your system hits the “Store ALL The Fats!” alarm, and so you find a carb+sugar fueled person sometimes not necessarily eating very much, but their body is on red alert, and storing fats like mad. Fatter, and fatter, and fatter. Horribly ironic, no?
Lotsa False Cures
Mocking the fat is the one still-permissible cruelty in 2016. You can see in the flesh what you rightly or wrongly imagine to be that person’s sins: gluttony, greed, sloth. Bad fatty!
The usual slings & arrows? EAT LESS, YOU PIG! Or, TAKE A WALK, LARD BUTT! Eat less! Exercise more! Diet, you slob! Feel better?
Except, even when sugar-fueled people do this, they lose weight super-slowly, and what little dietary fat they have gets burnt up, leading to.. you guessed it.. another “Store ALL The Fats!” alarm. Metabolism slows even more; the body even starts to burn its own muscle., since it is starving of fat. Vicious “Store ALL The Fats!” circle speeds up.
That’s when the fats turn into super-fats (triglycerides) and start getting glued into the liver (a form of inflammatory hepatitis), into arteries and, around the organs, and serious health problems & metabolic syndrome kicks in. The body can become almost resistant to insulin, because there’s so much sugar– and insulin around trying to control it– the cycle is out of control– type 2 diabetes ensues.
The Actual Cure
Cure? NOT to eat less, starvation diet, or all the usual very profitable DietInc. nonsense. The diet industry only wants you fat, and eternally trying to lose wight (and, ironically, starvation/ see-saw dieting can also ruin your health).
Read this book (and here’s the website)*, but moderate the suggested diet a little, because even cavepersons ate some carbs–roots, nuts, and the like– just as current stone-age people still do in 2016.
Do a low(er) carb/ higher fat/ veg semi paleo-style diet. After the fat alarms switch off, the body re-adjusts to burning fat instead of sugar-fuels, and consuming food– instead of hoarding fat and burning sugar– in real-time. Eat as much as your body needs– snack often, gorge less. Ditch all soda-pop, diet or super-saturated sugar. Both are toxic, in different ways.
You’ll feel hungry a lot more, and you’ll need to snack. You’ll start gradually losing weight, as the body no longer thinks it is starving to death from lack of life-giving fats. Combined with moderate exercise and enough food to fuel your activity, all of a sudden your body is operating as it should. Suddenly, EVERYTHING changes. Brain, energy, weight, eyesight, taste buds, recovery for exercise or injury.
Craving sugars? We’re all sugar addicts these days– have some fresh fruit instead. Mind you, this will also require some will-power, resolve, and self-discipline. Simply having the answer to a problem doesn’t solve the problem itself.
Learn up, and pass that on, and much of the politics of fat vs. thin will simply vanish. Yer welcome. ~
* The book authors don’t know me from Adam, and I’m only sharing this because it works.
“A war is something that can be won by one side or the other and there is no path for ISIL to actually win against the West,” Trudeau said. “They want to destabilize, they want to strike fear. They need to be stamped out.”
~ Justin Trudeau, 2016 ~
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IT IS AD 9, AND a shaken Caesar Augustus, first Emperor of the Roman Empire, has been roaming the halls of his palace for days, weeping with rage, banging his head on the wall, and shouting “Quintili Vare, legiones redde!“ (‘Quintilius Varus, give me back my legions!’)
What military disaster could so shake Rome?
After all, The deadliest military machine in the ancient world was the Roman legion. Armor & shield, gladius sword, bow, spear, giant catapults and crossbows, simple tactics– when it was ready to fight, it was like one great beast, inexorable, sometimes winning against odds of ten to one, or more.
Gladiator: The Roman War Machine At Work
However.. 35 000 Roman legionaries stretched out over a muddy 10 miles in marching order through the towering and crowding-in Germania’s Teutoburg forest? Under damp and misty September weather, and a threatening Fall storm? Not ready.
Legate Publius Quinctilius Varus heads up three veteran legions, XVII, XVIII and XIX– with newer auxilliaries alongside– deep along a forest track into Northern Germany, toward Winter fortifications. The Legate believes his forces so strong, why bother sending scouts out?…
Then, out of the mist, they came.
Countless lightly-armed German tribesmen, led by Arminius (Hermann), a Germanic Roman-educated officer, ambush both sides of the legion column at once, chopping the great army train into sections– and the killing begins. Roman blood and bodies fall everywhere. The Roman strength in prepared battle has been turned to weakness by careful ambush.
One legion somehow fortifies itself through the hellish night. The next morning, a desperate escape attempt– fails. The storm and rain make Legion bows useless, and their shields waterlogged. General Varus suicides on his sword. Archaeological remains tell the final tale– endless Roman remains and armour and all the cast down panoply of war.. mingled with relatively few fallen German tribesmen.
15000-20000 Romans die, the rest go down to slavery. The stream of regular reports to Augustus Caesar cease, there is only.. silence.
Everything Old Is New Again
We are like the Romans: proud, powerful, dangerous. Modern political Islam is like the Germanic warriors: fighting their war in their way, not ours. It’s like boxing with fog, or nailing down Jell-O.
Our politicians, police, and militaries have inadequate responses to this very old and faceless front-less Uh-What-Direction-Do-I-Shoot-Sir? form of paramilitary terror-warfare. For a while, we chased baddies around in the deserts and hills of Afghanistan and Iraq; now, America and her terrorist-allies are asploding Syria to hell and back. Is that it?
This is a new kind of ancient war: olden barbarian/ Medieval hit-and-run, but with our weapons & tactics & communications. Maximum results, minimal efforts. The Scots and Welsh employed a lot of these tactics against the invading English in the 13th and 14th centuries. This is what made William Wallace a great warrior, if not a great general of armies, or national leader. This is how the American Minutemen fought the British regular army. Keep it asymmetrical.
1st Generation War? That’s your Napoleonic-style line-up men and shoot– defeated by heavy artillery, and machine-guns.
Second gen? Fortifications, an orderly & organized artillery of all the things, then march in– which was wrecked by tanks and airplanes.
3rd Generation warfare? Germany’s WW2 Blitzkrieg: ignore the front lines, maneuver, and cut the enemy off– wrecked by?…
..4th gen warfare. Olden-tyme guerrilla tactics with modern technology and tactics and communications, non-state warfare, no ‘front lines’.
Wake Up!.. Coffee Is Smelly
Super-heroic tough-talker Canucki PM Justin Trudeau? A 2nd/ 3rd Generation war thinker: “A war is something that can be won by one side or the other and there is no path for ISIL to actually win against the West”…. They want to destabilize, they want to strike fear. They need to be stamped out.” [my emPHASis]
Hm. Good luck with that, dude. Really. This from a former part-time drama teacher.
America’s been trying Justin’s way since about 1963– before he was born, and placed in a manger– with little to show for it on five major occasions except corpses, frustration, and increasingly wealthy military-industrial complexes. PM Justin Trudeau, his advisors, and their equivalents in Western governments must unlearn what they think they know, or be doomed to an endless cycle of repeat and fail and weep. 4th Generation War is now here.. and everywhere.
Where We Actually Are
Truth be told, our huge force-against-force olden-style 1800s or 1900s warfare just doesn’t work very well when the other team refuses to show up, and won’t play by the old or accepted rules.. and when they vanish like morning dew if you try to force the matter. We’re still armed and organized to fight WW2, or the long-feared 1980s Soviet attack on Western Europe. That’s why terrorism is so very effective in 2016: our states actually need other states to fight with.. not an alphabet soup of terror-groups.
The front is everywhere possible and imaginable: nobody is safe, and all those radicalized mosques, and Muslim ghettos in our major cities are recruiting grounds and potentially hostile occupied territory, war-wise. Mass migration? Another facet of 4th gen warfare! Thus, the Euro-elite “Migrant Problem” is a self-imposed war, with collaborating leaders effectively attacking their own people.
Likewise the Islamofascist terrorism of all kinds, boundless cruelty, supreme confidence versus our cowardice and cringing. See? Atypical warfare, 2016-style– and we imported this: why do we continue to do so?
Leaders For The Fail!
Our elites? Clueless, pandering, state-worshipping nitwits who cannot see what is right in front of them, and keep trying things that can’t work– or which will enslave their own populations in “peace & security”. The Belgium attacks just don’t fit any of their politically correct categories.
Says Robert Spencer:
“It’s time for the governments of Britain, France, Germany, Belgium, the Netherlands, and more to fall….. The existing governments are responsible for policies that have turned Europe into a war zone, and that war is just beginning. The political and media elites have failed Europe and the free world, and put Europe on a course toward civil war and bloodshed unseen on the continent since the days of Hitler.”
Love them or hate them, their no-nonsense light rapid response, strict airline security, layered internal protection (including that infamous but fairly successful anti-bombing wall) are all defences against 4th generation warfare. It`s not perfect, but there is no perfect defence against guerrilla warfare.
Back Out, Canada
Should Canada keep dropping bombs & fighting in Afghanistan? No. Afghanistan is quickly reverting to what it was– a failed state ripe for terror, with mostly tribal law & order.
Likewise, our “helping” in the U.S. wrecking Syria in the puppet-theatre of American conquest for power and oil– sorry, ‘Arab Spring’– wasn’t stopping, preventing, or stopping DAESH/ ISIL/ ISIS, or local Viet Cong-type attacks. This is Jihad, and the end game our enslavement under Sharia Law: the whole thing, big-time. The Russians get it: the best answer on the terrorist’s own ground is not apologies or hand-wringing or submission, but BOOM.
The End Game: Submission Eurabia
The To-Do List Is Long
This is a religious terror war exploding all around us, and we’re currently caught like General Varus, or like the Americans in bombers and tanks eternally attacking phantoms in the Vietnamese jungles. Or Somalia, Afghanistan, Iraq, Syria…
We need to Israel-up: walls, strict serious airport & airline security; everybody trained and willing & ready to fight; prison, deportation, de-gehettoization; subvert the subversion; use special ops and counter-infiltration, and especially of mosques and false-front groups. Local vigilance, and reportage; preparation for treachery from our own side. Protect our leaders and government locations– i.e., war everywhere, against everyone.
We need to harden ALL our critical infrastructure, and imagine (within reason) All The Things which are potential targets: internet & hackable infrastructure, the power grid, communications, military site, energy, water & food supplies, industry, transportation, statiums and large gathering places, all of it. In America and elsewhere, Muslim groups have already been nosing around water supplies and crucial power grid components directly, and via cyber-attacks. Halt all Muslim migration until we have a way to sort them out. Be willing to imprison potential terrorists.
We have a great deal to (re)learn, and a lot of blood and misery and mistakes ahead of us. Civilians will have to understand that they are the front-line, along with police and military and trained professionals. This war is not going to end quickly– and it is a war. There will be casualties, no matter how ready or prepared we are– and right now, we’re not very.
The Doom Is Strong
The alternative is not The Same Old Just Like Before, but ending up like Publius Quinctilius Varus and the lost legions of Rome– and like Augustus, wondering how and what had happened. Within 4 centuries, the barbarians were banging on the doors of Rome herself, as the Empire decomposed and fell into ever smaller pieces.
Us? We don’t have anything like that long, because they are already here, and more pouring in every day. The alarm clock is ringing: time to awaken from our pleasant dreams.
2016 Europe under siege is bursting with lessons for Europe, and North America: if we have the eyes and the will to see it. Our freedom, and all we have known and love and lived for and built, stands at risk. ~
~ IT VERY MUCH APPEARS that the Belgian airport bombers wanted radioactive material for a dirty bomb, or even (possibly) to cause a Chernobyl-style meltdown at a Belgian reactor complex only an hour’s drive South-East from Brussels.
Observant officials got suspicious, so the terrorists scattered, and ran with the airport plan, but it also looks like they had inside help at the nuclear plant. Police found the surveillance video of the nuclear plant on a raid of one of the terrorist’s flats.
Just For Example
It wouldn’t take much for terrorists to wreak untold havoc, say, in London – with just basic explosives and some nuclear waste. Such is the gruesome reality of the dirty bomb. It’s a non-nuclear bomb which invisibly spreads deadly radioactive particles over everything nearby, via wind and explosive forces. Says the BBC:
“It would wreak panic in built-up areas, see large areas contaminated and closed off and result in long-term illnesses such as cancer, caused by the dispersed radioactive material attacking living cells.”
Cancer and radiation poisoning are the longer-term (days and months) effects– shorter term, utter panic & chaos, people fleeing the region, refugee problems, looting, opportunistic violence and Jihad, overwhelmed emergency and medical services, local martial law, and contaminated parts of the city cordoned off for months, even years, until remediation and reconstruction could take place.
Multiply By.. 1000?
Of course, setting off an entire reactor into a nuclear melt down is a horror and disaster of Biblical proportions. Whole regions, thousands of square miles, could become unlivable, and radioactively quarantined for decades, like Chernobyl, or the exclusion zone around Fukushima. The wind currents of the atmosphere carry the fallout from there, all over the local regions, then around the world.
Just how many opportunities exist for such demonic mass-slaughter schemes by radicalized terrorists, for either dirty bombs or melt-downs? Wait for it.
There are 61 commercially operating nuclear power plants with 99 nuclear reactors in 30 states in the United States. Thirty-five of these plants have two or more reactors.
And many many many more all around the industrial world. Even worse, the internets is still innocently, carelessly, and naïvely full of immense amounts of potentially dangerous and revealing information about many such matters. I won’t link to any of it, but it’s all out there for the evil-minded and malevolent web-surfer.
And no, dear authorities, I’m not a terrorist. I’m trying to be one of the good guys in this war, mmmkay?
Time To Wake Up
In a mostly peaceful, old-fashioned warfare world, you can have nuclear plants for power generation all over the place, because the battlefront is usually far away. This is no longer that world. Welcome to the skin-crawlingly unpredictable world of asymmetrical guerrilla warfare, where no matter how evil or murderous or unthinkable your plan, you’ll do it for ‘the cause’.
Even this. And something nuclear-related almost took place in Belgium just last week, only if the authorities been less vigilant.
Get Busy, Folks
Let’s write to our elected officials, local and regional governments, and make sure that all our reactors around the world– big, small, research/ university, whatever– are all properly manned, supervised, securely protected, and kept safe from inside or exterior ideological threats, given just how horrible the alternative could be.
Also, consider being radiologically prepped (Google or YouTube search it), especially if you live near, or downwind of a nuclear plant. ~
AS THE CHRISTIAN West observed Good Friday, Holy Saturday, and Pascha, or Easter, the forces of darkness showed themselves, and what they stand for. Evil hates the light; hates joy and goodness and mercy; hates authentic celebration of wonderful things. Hates the followers of Jesus, just as evil hates Him.
Let us pray that he gave a good account of himself, and that he may receive a martyr’s crown in heaven, for his service on earth, and his Christ-witnessing death. May his murderers repent and come to believe in the Gospel. Lord have mercy.
PRAY FOR HIM Martyred for the faith— Father Tom Uzhunnalil.
Of course, militant Muslims even cheerfully kill their own– as Mark Steyn notes in his “Happy Easter from the Religion of Peace“. Asad Shah’s horrid and death-worthy crime? Wishing Christians a Happy Easter.
Heartbreaking Word From Pakistan
[ WARNING: some disturbing pictures amongst the links below. I chose the least graphic. ]
Past Persecution– On March 15 of 2015, two Taliban suicide bombers likewise blew themselves up in Pakistan at the entrance to two Christian churches in Lahore, causing 17 deaths and wounding 80 more. In September 2013, two explosions at the All Saint’s Church in Peshawar killed 127 people and injured more than 250, and an attack on a Peshawar school in December 2014 killed 150 people, mostly students.
“You have heard that it was said, ‘YOU SHALL LOVE YOUR NEIGHBOR and hate your enemy.’ “But I say to you, love your enemies and pray for those who persecute you, so that you may be sons of your Father who is in heaven….” (Matthew 5:43-5)
But he also taught:
“… [W]hoever receives one such child in My name receives Me; but whoever causes one of these little ones who believe in Me to stumble, it would be better for him to have a heavy millstone hung around his neck, and to be drowned in the depth of the sea..” (Matthew 18:6)
Will we stand tall, no matter what? Will we defend and fight for ourselves and our civilization, or not? Do we follow Jesus, and so take up our Cross, and partake in his eternal victory– so giving inward spiritual life to our societies, or not?
As for me, I do not seek martyrdom, but I ask God’s grace that I will not fail him, if it were to come to that. I sacrifice and offer up my time and thought and prayer and love online and in life, where I hope to rebuild the foundations and give strength and courage and insight to my readers.
“Rise heart, thy Lord is risen!” It is hard to mourn whilst celebrating, but God grant us larger hearts so we can do both well at once.
Cheer up. Nut up/ ovary up. Donate, pray, pass the word, and get active.
Things are going to get much, much worse before He returns, be that now, or in ages to come. In any case, we’ll see Him one way or another, for death comes in the blink of an eye for mortal man. ~