Swede came over and after a hardy lunch of enchiladas, we headed over to Half Price Books. He found nothing, I am simply pathetic when it comes to used books! I stumbled back to the car, my arms full of historical books on ocean going wooden ships, oil painting technics and painting theory.
Then off to see a movie neither of us had ever heard of, nor knew anything about, so a bit of a lark.
London Has Fallen, probably began production in 2014 - long before the "problem" facing the western world came about in November 2015, repeated in 2016 - and the western culture is still incapable of calling a rat, a rat. Oh well. They also carefully isolate the Islamic problem in the movie as well - they are just westerners responding in western ways. Yeah, what-ever!
So, a state funeral for the PM of England, all heads of state attend, and all but the US President dies. Historical London is destroyed by and large but the movie only cares that the chase is on to kill the President. No Brit can be trusted as all appear on the take and want the President dead.
Very unrealistic gun battles, car crashes, air crashes, etc. Good attack on London, though not well thought out if this was real life.
The movie is a blood bath from the open sequence to the very end! Yeah, blood guts and gore. One swear word I caught. No nudity (thank you Jesus! they can make a movie without it!). No "situations".
Of course the message of the movie is that we will win, well that is what they want you take away.
But, the other message, is that revenge begets revenge - a message lost in this world of madness.
In all, there were 4 of us in the theater! eepah! A movie not destined to last for long! Personally, I would just avoid it but :
A must see, if you like endless action adventure.
A must own if you are warped like me.
I laughed most of the way through the movie! Very campy!
March 31, 2016
March 30, 2016
A Legless Morning
Sigh ..... life! ..... what are you to do with it! ARGH!!!!!!!
So last evening I have an upset GG laying in the middle of the dining room floor. She is not feeling well and wants compassion but certainly not from me, but I am the only show in town - so she is in the middle of the floor. She is also blocking access to the kitchen.
At some point, I had to go into the kitchen. I deftly stepped around her, did what I had to do and came back. Simple, huh?
Well, not if said body on the floor decides to move a bowl of water for the cat and places it exactly were I have to step! It would have been no biggie if it was my left foot coming down, but no - it had to be my right one - the chopped off one - the one with no feeling at all. Sigh.
So water everywhere!
No biggie you would think, but about half of that water ended up in the shoe with the artificial foot. So, I had to strip down to get the leg off, get the foot out of the shoe - difficult. Then get the matching sock off to what I wear daily, pull the plastic foot of the mechanical insert and then the special material sock that protects the carbon-fiber and titanium foot. None of this is easy as everything is sort of wedged tightly together.
By now, GG has stumbled off to another room. I get paper towels and dry the carpet, start a small load of whites with the special sock in there. And then take on the task of cleaning my leg and foot, washing the foot shell out and setting them out to dry. Dry the whites into the drier and call it an exhausted night as it was midnight by now!
But, this morning I overslept!, then the drier had not done as asked, so I put my special sock on the heater vent and cranked up the heat.
So, I sit here, legless in Seattle waiting.
I have gotten really good at waiting. I would not say that I am patient - more like, "I have lived through worse before, I can survive this" mentality. I can remember one of the worse assignments for me was a group of people whom had done things the same way since 1960 and they refused to change. So, I was brought in to encourage them and show them a better way of doing business. One of those old timers told me in a meeting, "I was here before you, I will be here after you are long gone, so go %$#%^&$^&**(", er, never mind. He died of a heart attack two weeks later. Suddenly, facing a NEW person coming into their group, they were forced to change their ways.
Waiting can be so frustrating.
Well, I need to go check my sock for driness now and hopefully start the reassembly!
ciao!
So last evening I have an upset GG laying in the middle of the dining room floor. She is not feeling well and wants compassion but certainly not from me, but I am the only show in town - so she is in the middle of the floor. She is also blocking access to the kitchen.
At some point, I had to go into the kitchen. I deftly stepped around her, did what I had to do and came back. Simple, huh?
Well, not if said body on the floor decides to move a bowl of water for the cat and places it exactly were I have to step! It would have been no biggie if it was my left foot coming down, but no - it had to be my right one - the chopped off one - the one with no feeling at all. Sigh.
So water everywhere!
No biggie you would think, but about half of that water ended up in the shoe with the artificial foot. So, I had to strip down to get the leg off, get the foot out of the shoe - difficult. Then get the matching sock off to what I wear daily, pull the plastic foot of the mechanical insert and then the special material sock that protects the carbon-fiber and titanium foot. None of this is easy as everything is sort of wedged tightly together.
By now, GG has stumbled off to another room. I get paper towels and dry the carpet, start a small load of whites with the special sock in there. And then take on the task of cleaning my leg and foot, washing the foot shell out and setting them out to dry. Dry the whites into the drier and call it an exhausted night as it was midnight by now!
But, this morning I overslept!, then the drier had not done as asked, so I put my special sock on the heater vent and cranked up the heat.
So, I sit here, legless in Seattle waiting.
I have gotten really good at waiting. I would not say that I am patient - more like, "I have lived through worse before, I can survive this" mentality. I can remember one of the worse assignments for me was a group of people whom had done things the same way since 1960 and they refused to change. So, I was brought in to encourage them and show them a better way of doing business. One of those old timers told me in a meeting, "I was here before you, I will be here after you are long gone, so go %$#%^&$^&**(", er, never mind. He died of a heart attack two weeks later. Suddenly, facing a NEW person coming into their group, they were forced to change their ways.
Waiting can be so frustrating.
Well, I need to go check my sock for driness now and hopefully start the reassembly!
ciao!
March 29, 2016
Narcissism
So, I have decided to talk about what is troubling me. Across the months I can remember - that would be five months now! Main reason is that presently I am in the continued stages of a heart attack - the stress is getting to me - yeah eventually I will take a nitro or two, but I no longer care. Few lives would be affected if I could just quietly be slipped into Heaven ... And, if my passing did matter, well, outside of my eldest daughter, those people seem to be missing around here. An almost total vacuum is not the place for a human to live for very long! And daily, it is the nitro - the aches from hell - and the sweats - and the burning.
I have thought long and hard on my attackers from last week. This is the new Kris here, the one NO one has actually bothered to meet yet. Many have seen, but no one really knows me any more. This is the Kris whom is not going to be the old Kris ever again, should his mind ever return. Yes, old Kris is still missing in action, the brain works lovely - there is just a lifetime of data missing! And, as I mentioned sometime back, I realized I never have to be that person ever again. But, it does not matter, no one bothers to even know me much less notice the huge change in me! Sigh ... I try though.
And I realized that the basis of both attacks, though terribly different in approach, is narcissism - that lovely affliction of this culture we live in. And the surprise of what has brought great stress to me.
Of course, my father was perhaps the supreme example of the narcissus - EVERYTHING could only be validated though his eyes and by his brain. Yes, he was brilliant - in a warped "I want to arm others to destroy the world" kind of way. It is also a sickness of the soul.
Gaelic Girl, not mentioned much any more, was a perfectly normal woman. We shared many adventures through the years and many memories, unfortunately she went to see a counselor a few years after her mother died, as she was having problems dealing with the impact of that death on her, and that was the end of her. This counselor it turns out is quite the man hater - and it seems she was able to get GG to understand years ago that I am the source of all evil in GG's life. Yeah, I am so controlling that I took a diner fry liner manager and paid her way through college because she was smart. I supported her through all of her endeavors, as much as I could in any event, or to the extent of her willingness to take advice. And I never disagreed with her or had a fight with her. I respected her. In the end, she was so wrapped up in the BIG "I" that there was no room for any discussion because she had now decided I was too stupid and too deceitful. Everything, to her, literally revolves around her and her desires. for example, the amputation of my leg and the two year long years of illness before that, was all fakery to gain sympathy it seems and very inconvenient for her and her desires. (thank God, Swede is my witness here and has been my rescuer on many occasions!)
And for the record - because I have sought my entire life to never be my father, any lies are extremely few and far between! The last one I can remember was telling my grandmother on her deathbed that it was alright and I would see her soon. Of course, she was a Christian and I would be seeing her again. But, I "knew" this was the last time here ... And those words still hang heavily on my tongue ... :(
And my attackers, I realized are also attacking from a narcissistic point of reference. As I carefully thought through this, I realized that the sequence of events, as they occurred to GG, are not that far different from these two others.
Narcissism, the desire to see and hear only what you want. To only validate that your feelings are the correct ones - that all others are always wrong, especially if you want them to be. Hmmmmmmmm .....
Keeping this neutral, I can remember GG hounding me to death for daring to change channels on the TV more than once. I actually never went around the dial more than once on the tuner and if nothing was interesting, I turned the TV off. But, her point was you turn on the TV and then watch what was is there! If it is garbage, well you watch it. Really? Just an example - which unfortunately extended to every facet of life between us. sigh ...
Well, at least I have the developing relationships with my grandkids. Too young to know a different me, too young to care - just as long as they get their way. Oldest grand-daughter I encourage to think about others and her friendships. It makes her happy when it works and angry when she finds out that the other friend is stuck on themself ...
Consider yourself and how you think about and treat others. There is a chance you suffer from this totally avoidable thought process. Become a servant to all in your heart, think less of you and yours, more of how "do I show Jesus" to the world. (and yes, you can be a total narcissus and a missionary ... known a few through the years.)
We must make a dent in this world and being stuck on ourselves is not going to accomplish much and only hurt the people around us.
Remember: a servant does the Master's will, not their own ...
I have thought long and hard on my attackers from last week. This is the new Kris here, the one NO one has actually bothered to meet yet. Many have seen, but no one really knows me any more. This is the Kris whom is not going to be the old Kris ever again, should his mind ever return. Yes, old Kris is still missing in action, the brain works lovely - there is just a lifetime of data missing! And, as I mentioned sometime back, I realized I never have to be that person ever again. But, it does not matter, no one bothers to even know me much less notice the huge change in me! Sigh ... I try though.
And I realized that the basis of both attacks, though terribly different in approach, is narcissism - that lovely affliction of this culture we live in. And the surprise of what has brought great stress to me.
Of course, my father was perhaps the supreme example of the narcissus - EVERYTHING could only be validated though his eyes and by his brain. Yes, he was brilliant - in a warped "I want to arm others to destroy the world" kind of way. It is also a sickness of the soul.
Gaelic Girl, not mentioned much any more, was a perfectly normal woman. We shared many adventures through the years and many memories, unfortunately she went to see a counselor a few years after her mother died, as she was having problems dealing with the impact of that death on her, and that was the end of her. This counselor it turns out is quite the man hater - and it seems she was able to get GG to understand years ago that I am the source of all evil in GG's life. Yeah, I am so controlling that I took a diner fry liner manager and paid her way through college because she was smart. I supported her through all of her endeavors, as much as I could in any event, or to the extent of her willingness to take advice. And I never disagreed with her or had a fight with her. I respected her. In the end, she was so wrapped up in the BIG "I" that there was no room for any discussion because she had now decided I was too stupid and too deceitful. Everything, to her, literally revolves around her and her desires. for example, the amputation of my leg and the two year long years of illness before that, was all fakery to gain sympathy it seems and very inconvenient for her and her desires. (thank God, Swede is my witness here and has been my rescuer on many occasions!)
And for the record - because I have sought my entire life to never be my father, any lies are extremely few and far between! The last one I can remember was telling my grandmother on her deathbed that it was alright and I would see her soon. Of course, she was a Christian and I would be seeing her again. But, I "knew" this was the last time here ... And those words still hang heavily on my tongue ... :(
And my attackers, I realized are also attacking from a narcissistic point of reference. As I carefully thought through this, I realized that the sequence of events, as they occurred to GG, are not that far different from these two others.
Narcissism, the desire to see and hear only what you want. To only validate that your feelings are the correct ones - that all others are always wrong, especially if you want them to be. Hmmmmmmmm .....
Keeping this neutral, I can remember GG hounding me to death for daring to change channels on the TV more than once. I actually never went around the dial more than once on the tuner and if nothing was interesting, I turned the TV off. But, her point was you turn on the TV and then watch what was is there! If it is garbage, well you watch it. Really? Just an example - which unfortunately extended to every facet of life between us. sigh ...
Well, at least I have the developing relationships with my grandkids. Too young to know a different me, too young to care - just as long as they get their way. Oldest grand-daughter I encourage to think about others and her friendships. It makes her happy when it works and angry when she finds out that the other friend is stuck on themself ...
Consider yourself and how you think about and treat others. There is a chance you suffer from this totally avoidable thought process. Become a servant to all in your heart, think less of you and yours, more of how "do I show Jesus" to the world. (and yes, you can be a total narcissus and a missionary ... known a few through the years.)
We must make a dent in this world and being stuck on ourselves is not going to accomplish much and only hurt the people around us.
Remember: a servant does the Master's will, not their own ...
March 28, 2016
Easter Weekend
I had some unexpected fun beginning on Friday. My eldest daughter called and need someone to take over kid care as her childcare facility was closed due to the workers all getting ill. Well hang around disease vermin and you are bound to die! LOL!
So, I took off from Seattle at 4:00 and got down there at 5:15. Well, I had to drive through Starbucks first or I never would have made it!
I surprised the kids when I woke them up and they were excited. Trying to do something different for them, we had blueberry bagels and cream cheese. They were not too sure at all over the concept of "bagel". A timid nipple and then the wolves tore in to them! It was a crack up.
Once I had them off to school, I decided to drive over to Bonney Lake, a small town on the hill above Orting. Of course, you have to drive in a big circle to actually get there, but I made it by 9:00 and Ben Franklin being open. Always hunting art supplies!
I was impressed to find they carry local goods and I am always looking for different things as gifts for my family. They had local made blueberry: pancake mix, brownie mix, syrup, jams, chocolate bars and bbq sauce! Wow! The mother lode! So my sister Sommer and my mining partner's wife, both have birthday's next week - so now to wrap and ship something totally different from me! Yup, no gift cards to Famous Dave's this time.
And then daughter had to work on Saturday as well - the Democratic Convention was taking over the high school she works at - so she got to be there. Remember that she was born in the USSR, so grew up under communism - which was little changed under democracy - in her little town in the Caucasus Mountains - so she was infuriated that the idoits of her area would vote for Bernie Sanders! Oh, was she hot Saturday night!
But, I had taken the grandkids back to my town and picked up my other grand-daughter. We dyed eggs, made crafts, ate plenty of "dog food" aka corned beef hash - their favorite and had a great goofy time.
It was a great time for the kids and they had much fun. :)
And yes, I talked about Jesus with them and what the weekend really meant to all mankind. Yeah, the got the message .....
:)
But, Satan, always present to mock and attempt to derail what little is left of Kris - used two special agents to attempt to assassinate me, yet again. Just another constant reminder that am not where I need to be and surrounded by those whom oppose me so violently. Nah, no reason to go into it no one would believe the situations if I told you - that is how I know I am facing Satan here. If it looks like an angel, talks like an angel and only brings destruction your way ..... hmmmmm .....
So, I took off from Seattle at 4:00 and got down there at 5:15. Well, I had to drive through Starbucks first or I never would have made it!
I surprised the kids when I woke them up and they were excited. Trying to do something different for them, we had blueberry bagels and cream cheese. They were not too sure at all over the concept of "bagel". A timid nipple and then the wolves tore in to them! It was a crack up.
Once I had them off to school, I decided to drive over to Bonney Lake, a small town on the hill above Orting. Of course, you have to drive in a big circle to actually get there, but I made it by 9:00 and Ben Franklin being open. Always hunting art supplies!
I was impressed to find they carry local goods and I am always looking for different things as gifts for my family. They had local made blueberry: pancake mix, brownie mix, syrup, jams, chocolate bars and bbq sauce! Wow! The mother lode! So my sister Sommer and my mining partner's wife, both have birthday's next week - so now to wrap and ship something totally different from me! Yup, no gift cards to Famous Dave's this time.
And then daughter had to work on Saturday as well - the Democratic Convention was taking over the high school she works at - so she got to be there. Remember that she was born in the USSR, so grew up under communism - which was little changed under democracy - in her little town in the Caucasus Mountains - so she was infuriated that the idoits of her area would vote for Bernie Sanders! Oh, was she hot Saturday night!
But, I had taken the grandkids back to my town and picked up my other grand-daughter. We dyed eggs, made crafts, ate plenty of "dog food" aka corned beef hash - their favorite and had a great goofy time.
It was a great time for the kids and they had much fun. :)
And yes, I talked about Jesus with them and what the weekend really meant to all mankind. Yeah, the got the message .....
:)
But, Satan, always present to mock and attempt to derail what little is left of Kris - used two special agents to attempt to assassinate me, yet again. Just another constant reminder that am not where I need to be and surrounded by those whom oppose me so violently. Nah, no reason to go into it no one would believe the situations if I told you - that is how I know I am facing Satan here. If it looks like an angel, talks like an angel and only brings destruction your way ..... hmmmmm .....
March 26, 2016
March 25, 2016
Forgotten
I realized last night, thanks to amnesia, I have forgotten the sound of my father's voice. No, I would not like to remember his words - he was overly critical of me my entire life - there never was a kind word in there unfortunately. But, his voice, the sound of his horrible German accent! All lost. I used to like imitating him, it was worse than A-nold's!
I remember that Grandmother had sort of a crackly voice, much like her sister. But, I can barely remember anything about either of them. And my Danish uncle - alas - nothing outside of photographs. Grandmother's last husband, just random pictures, no words. Well, I do remember that he was the haireous man I have ever seen! And having said that, I now remember that my father had hair on his legs like a carpet! I used to drive him crazy petting his legs and asking him to purr, as a child!
Such a personal tragedy, tht loss of memory.
Even to the extent that I have been having to relearn typing! Yeah, my first posts after the surgery took up to 4 or more hours to do - and you know my postings are not that long! Now, it is more like an hour with correcting of mistakes. Yeah the fingers are just not falling predictably on the keyboard. Sigh.
And my one real memory ... oh how I wish I could say that it does not haunt me! But, were it not to exist, it probably would be more productive for me. But, since it does, it is just a source of constant frustration - things I can do nothing about. Oh were God to let me have my will, yeah, things would change big time. But, nothing is my will. I seem confounded and blocked on all sides, at all times. Very frustrating. And it seems for now, I have reached the end of the dream, reality though painful, dictates that hope - is not enough - humans (even me). But, I sit in a vacuum.
For now, I just live day by day by the list. I have to be sure to think through each week and write out daily what it is I need to remember - and then supplement it as the week wears on. I hate lists, I have a fine mind, it just as been damaged for now. Sigh ...
And I pray, and God is constantly answering my prayers. So, I know I am insane nor going sideways for now. Which is fine. If I have to do else, I probably would get really confused. You have no idea the fog I must wade through moment by moment.
Then I try not to forget that I am ultimately headed to southeastern Oregon shortly with my metal detector. I have been researching places to hunt in Oregon. If I had complete liberty, I would go down to the California border as I found something extremely interesting via satellite. But, it would take me days just to get there and I am not so sure I want to run my car over backroads - it is not a 4x4! But, yeah, that and a find I also did via satellite in northeast Oregon will have to wait until I am fully healed - and probably have some healthy help with me. I can no longer climb, nor dive, and those two sites require both. Sigh. I wrote all the info down so they would not be forgotten! Pathetic.
Well, I end this week, looking forward to seeing my grandchildren again. I try to see them every other weekend. I fear forgetting them - as I have almost all else! We are doing a sleep over - so probably corned beef hash and eggs for dinner (their favorite!), rabbit shaped pancakes for Saturday breakfast and then who knows for lunch! Ought to be fun.
Please have a merry and safe Easter weekend!
I remember that Grandmother had sort of a crackly voice, much like her sister. But, I can barely remember anything about either of them. And my Danish uncle - alas - nothing outside of photographs. Grandmother's last husband, just random pictures, no words. Well, I do remember that he was the haireous man I have ever seen! And having said that, I now remember that my father had hair on his legs like a carpet! I used to drive him crazy petting his legs and asking him to purr, as a child!
Such a personal tragedy, tht loss of memory.
Even to the extent that I have been having to relearn typing! Yeah, my first posts after the surgery took up to 4 or more hours to do - and you know my postings are not that long! Now, it is more like an hour with correcting of mistakes. Yeah the fingers are just not falling predictably on the keyboard. Sigh.
And my one real memory ... oh how I wish I could say that it does not haunt me! But, were it not to exist, it probably would be more productive for me. But, since it does, it is just a source of constant frustration - things I can do nothing about. Oh were God to let me have my will, yeah, things would change big time. But, nothing is my will. I seem confounded and blocked on all sides, at all times. Very frustrating. And it seems for now, I have reached the end of the dream, reality though painful, dictates that hope - is not enough - humans (even me). But, I sit in a vacuum.
For now, I just live day by day by the list. I have to be sure to think through each week and write out daily what it is I need to remember - and then supplement it as the week wears on. I hate lists, I have a fine mind, it just as been damaged for now. Sigh ...
And I pray, and God is constantly answering my prayers. So, I know I am insane nor going sideways for now. Which is fine. If I have to do else, I probably would get really confused. You have no idea the fog I must wade through moment by moment.
Then I try not to forget that I am ultimately headed to southeastern Oregon shortly with my metal detector. I have been researching places to hunt in Oregon. If I had complete liberty, I would go down to the California border as I found something extremely interesting via satellite. But, it would take me days just to get there and I am not so sure I want to run my car over backroads - it is not a 4x4! But, yeah, that and a find I also did via satellite in northeast Oregon will have to wait until I am fully healed - and probably have some healthy help with me. I can no longer climb, nor dive, and those two sites require both. Sigh. I wrote all the info down so they would not be forgotten! Pathetic.
Well, I end this week, looking forward to seeing my grandchildren again. I try to see them every other weekend. I fear forgetting them - as I have almost all else! We are doing a sleep over - so probably corned beef hash and eggs for dinner (their favorite!), rabbit shaped pancakes for Saturday breakfast and then who knows for lunch! Ought to be fun.
Please have a merry and safe Easter weekend!
March 24, 2016
A Troubled World
Across the past day, I have had numerous conversations with friends and acquaintances over what has happened in Brussels. Poor Brussels! If you had to pick a town of actually friendly people, this would be it. It is so hard to comprehend evil falling upon them ... but then again ...
Like most of the world, they bought into the lie of the false church which now rules post-WWII Christiandom. So, yeah, spiritually lost. Then they have bent their own interests to the political correctness which has already destroyed a few countries and thrown a dozen others into utter chaos!
At a time when Belgium was being pressured to accept the Islamic invasion of 2015 - the government was approached to offer life to some 12,000 Christians caught between ISIS and the Iraqi army. The refugees had already been vetted, were entire Christian churches fleeing and yet NO European country was willing to offer sanctuary. (One country, Slovenia did and I have expected to see them both protected and prospered for the Slovenian Churches sponsorship of as many as they could!) Among those refusing sanctuary was the USA and Canada. And yet, all of these European countries, the USA and Canada are taking un-vetted "refugees" from the middle east. Even when processed, it turns out that many are from Libya and Lebannon, as well as, some 100,000 deserters from the Iraqi army - in other words: not refugees and most are men, few families. What can be suspected other than this is a set up? (Not popular to know is that some 30,000 "refugees" are already in the US.)
And it has proven so. Across Europe, not reported in the American press: the rape gangs, the rioting, the murders, the trashing of everything - these people have been on a rampage since day one - and continue.
In November, Paris paid heavily for political correctness. Germany and Denmark have been under internal siege since the arrival of the "refugees" - the night belongs to the gangs of "refugees" bringing terror to all they may accost. Sweden is sorry they took any and have been looking at how and where to deport them to. Even Iceland took 1,500 and has been having more than its share of trouble. And now Belgium.
In countries with no ability for civilian self-defense, these "refugees" are having no problems being supplied with military weapons by ISIS, out of Syria. Europeans are sitting ducks. And terror now rules. Countries disrupted, lives taken or disrupted - that is the goal of terrorism. But, remember also that the other goal is conquest.
It is politically unacceptable to admit that we have been at war with RADICAL Islam for 15 years now. No, we are fighting terrorists, they say. Only terrorists are being created out of a vast pool of Islamic and disenfranchised European youth. It is the problem of Vietnam all over again - no ability to identify your enemy. For, today's friend may well in all likelihood be tomorrows enemy!
Yet, Switzerland and America are amongst the few whom allow civilians the right to weapons on a par with what terrorist have access to. Will terrorist acts eventually come to us? Yes, because God is not protecting us - this culture long ago lost His favor. And loss of favor is all that ever protected anyone from evil befalling them. And when favor is withdrawn, well even if you are a real Christian, you may well share in the misery which is to come.
I do not relish the day when anarchy rules, should civilization tremble. On the other hand, my dependence upon modern pharmaceuticals means I will be toast no matter what - no meds for my heart ... well it will not last long by itself. sigh ....
But, for me, my trust is in God and His will and control over my life. To quote a 10th century Russian Rabbi, in Kiev:
"The enemy is at our gates,
You sell all of you have to for silver and gold,
You buy weapons to protect yourself,
Where is your faith in God?"
I imagine this unknown Rabbi, shepherding an unknown Jewish group, facing a Viking attack - suffered the same fate as the rest of Kiev at that time. All we know is what was probably his last message, found in a wax tablet, underneath the fallen timbers of the walls. This man had faith in God alone, he exhorted his people to do the same, and that is all God has ever asked of anyone. (yeah I know, "christians" are squeezing their eyes right now that I am a heretic - just go back and read your Bible until you figure it out! God demands faith of us in Him!)
So, in what ever may come, in what are surely troubled times, always remember that your faith in God is all which will count. Live or Die, life can only be found in Him. And you have to decide how you will react based upon what you know about Him. That knowledge may only be found in the Bible, revealed to you by the Holy Spirit and your future is secure when you understand that God's Word is Jesus..
And remember to pray for the peace of Jerusalem ... that is what all of this is about after all!
Like most of the world, they bought into the lie of the false church which now rules post-WWII Christiandom. So, yeah, spiritually lost. Then they have bent their own interests to the political correctness which has already destroyed a few countries and thrown a dozen others into utter chaos!
At a time when Belgium was being pressured to accept the Islamic invasion of 2015 - the government was approached to offer life to some 12,000 Christians caught between ISIS and the Iraqi army. The refugees had already been vetted, were entire Christian churches fleeing and yet NO European country was willing to offer sanctuary. (One country, Slovenia did and I have expected to see them both protected and prospered for the Slovenian Churches sponsorship of as many as they could!) Among those refusing sanctuary was the USA and Canada. And yet, all of these European countries, the USA and Canada are taking un-vetted "refugees" from the middle east. Even when processed, it turns out that many are from Libya and Lebannon, as well as, some 100,000 deserters from the Iraqi army - in other words: not refugees and most are men, few families. What can be suspected other than this is a set up? (Not popular to know is that some 30,000 "refugees" are already in the US.)
And it has proven so. Across Europe, not reported in the American press: the rape gangs, the rioting, the murders, the trashing of everything - these people have been on a rampage since day one - and continue.
In November, Paris paid heavily for political correctness. Germany and Denmark have been under internal siege since the arrival of the "refugees" - the night belongs to the gangs of "refugees" bringing terror to all they may accost. Sweden is sorry they took any and have been looking at how and where to deport them to. Even Iceland took 1,500 and has been having more than its share of trouble. And now Belgium.
In countries with no ability for civilian self-defense, these "refugees" are having no problems being supplied with military weapons by ISIS, out of Syria. Europeans are sitting ducks. And terror now rules. Countries disrupted, lives taken or disrupted - that is the goal of terrorism. But, remember also that the other goal is conquest.
It is politically unacceptable to admit that we have been at war with RADICAL Islam for 15 years now. No, we are fighting terrorists, they say. Only terrorists are being created out of a vast pool of Islamic and disenfranchised European youth. It is the problem of Vietnam all over again - no ability to identify your enemy. For, today's friend may well in all likelihood be tomorrows enemy!
Yet, Switzerland and America are amongst the few whom allow civilians the right to weapons on a par with what terrorist have access to. Will terrorist acts eventually come to us? Yes, because God is not protecting us - this culture long ago lost His favor. And loss of favor is all that ever protected anyone from evil befalling them. And when favor is withdrawn, well even if you are a real Christian, you may well share in the misery which is to come.
I do not relish the day when anarchy rules, should civilization tremble. On the other hand, my dependence upon modern pharmaceuticals means I will be toast no matter what - no meds for my heart ... well it will not last long by itself. sigh ....
But, for me, my trust is in God and His will and control over my life. To quote a 10th century Russian Rabbi, in Kiev:
"The enemy is at our gates,
You sell all of you have to for silver and gold,
You buy weapons to protect yourself,
Where is your faith in God?"
I imagine this unknown Rabbi, shepherding an unknown Jewish group, facing a Viking attack - suffered the same fate as the rest of Kiev at that time. All we know is what was probably his last message, found in a wax tablet, underneath the fallen timbers of the walls. This man had faith in God alone, he exhorted his people to do the same, and that is all God has ever asked of anyone. (yeah I know, "christians" are squeezing their eyes right now that I am a heretic - just go back and read your Bible until you figure it out! God demands faith of us in Him!)
So, in what ever may come, in what are surely troubled times, always remember that your faith in God is all which will count. Live or Die, life can only be found in Him. And you have to decide how you will react based upon what you know about Him. That knowledge may only be found in the Bible, revealed to you by the Holy Spirit and your future is secure when you understand that God's Word is Jesus..
And remember to pray for the peace of Jerusalem ... that is what all of this is about after all!
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