Slippin' and Slidin'

 I'm slippin' and slidin' under the radar.

I've been pushing the envelope for the past month to get my website up and running. Old eyes, waning energy, and old ways of doing things in this modern world made the task that once was so easy, but now is triple difficult. But I did it and the push to get it done was a growing concern and an ill boding of something wicked rising.

All the true Christian influencers that I trust seem to be getting the same message - buckle up, slide into Plan B.

Given that I am not an influencer I was not sure why I felt the need to create a bridge, an alternative Plan B and  thus a place to escape from the platform provided free by the great and powerful Gog - [btw, nothing is free, Gog gets something out of it or I would have been kicked aside long ago].  

So, It's up and running, though just in its infancy, still needs tweaking and adding to, and until any and all things determined to be 'Christian' or that goes against the current stream of consciousness narrative is outlawed, I will continue posting there. 

As long as this site is up, I might post here from time to time. 

Maybe.

Two links:

bagsallpacked.com

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For Him

:)meema

Endings & Beginnings

 

All things old are new again, they say. If you live long enough you get to see things change and then come back again - hip huggers and bell bottom pants come to mind. 

It feels as though I have come full circle.  Back to the beginning.  Back to simple.

When I started this blog in 2011, I was encouraged to 'monetize' it, which, of course, also gave Goggle a share of the potential income. But I wasn't interested. I just wanted to post my thoughts and observations as I had done for a decade in my old website. But blogging seemed to be the modern step I needed to make so I jumped in with no expectations other than making a new place to share my perspective on life and the human condition, gently showing, not just telling, why having a personal relationship with Christ was possible even without manmade religion, which I know is tantamount to heresy. 

I did eventually add links to books that my grandkids and I published but I didn't make those the reason for the blog.  My goal wasn't about making money off my blog, in any form.  As usual it has mostly been an outlet for me to write and thereby find out what I think.  

I know many, if not most, sites exist to produce income but I have to say when I enter a website and the first thing that happens is I am interrupted with a text block asking for my email and/or a subscription before I can continue, I usually click off. I may or may not make the effort to get to what I went in there to read. 

Regardless, whatever the owner/author wished to tell me apparently wasn't as important as getting me to subscribe/fund the effort.  But the worst is when I enter a site that has one or more blinking, animated ads demanding my attention, I can't click off quick enough. Why is this not understood, that you cannot bully me to look at, much less buy, your product, not just by advertisers but also by the host site that allows it?  I guess being old school I am missing how this marketing strategy is supposed to work.  

I do appreciate that there are folks who actually subscribed and followed my blog.  I have enjoyed the comments from those who wanted to add to the topic. Since the notification function was removed, (I suspect because there was money to be made by forcing me to subscribe to a new notification service), there are no more announcements of new posts sent out. For me that was just another nudge toward returning to my old ways of doing things anyway.  If I'm going to be talking to myself I prefer to do it on my own terms, in my own space.

As I've always said, the day does come and change is unstoppable. Nevertheless, even as I do not resist change, I still cling to old ways when they make more sense.   I'm severely practical like that.   

My focus now is on keeping things simple even as the world becomes more complex ... and the new normal is monetized. While I still have eyes to see and albeit old, but still reliable, skill sets, I just want to share things and hope they can enlighten, mentor, comfort and encourage anyone who wishes to hit the download link.  

So, this is sort of an ending but also a return to the beginning. I'll be posting in my new website (when I get it up and running) from this point forward. No subscriptions needed, no ads, and no notifications when new stuff is added. But, of course, the old way of bookmarking the site is still possible. 

I'm just an old lady, with an old lady's perspective on what matters and what doesn't. My bags are all packed, waiting for my ticket home. In the meantime, I am doing what I still can do while I still can do it.

I will post the link when the site goes live.

For Him,

Meema

Change

 When I was 11, I woke up one morning and realized that I was too old to play with dolls anymore. This was just prior to the first Barbie doll being introduced so the epiphany probably came at a good time otherwise I might have hung on a bit longer. My collection of plastic actors that performed great stories from my imagination were all small dolls of one kind or another including one Madam Alexander doll that is likely worth a bundle now.

But, given the way I am constructed, once I see an end to something, I do not drag it out, I finish and move on. So, I carefully packed my beloved assorted dolls into an old shoe box and, as a way to punctuate my decision, I walked next door, rang the bell and handed my childhood over to our neighbors' five year old daughter. 

Done and done. 

In keeping with my usual way to process great change, I sat in my swing in our backyard and pondered my next step. I knew it was an ending but also a beginning, though I didn't know for what.

To give my imagination a chance to adjust to not having dolls to act out my epic dramas I switched to writing stories on notebook paper. I could not bring myself to give them titles, because that would be too presumptuous of me, as though I thought I was an author or something. Sometimes I would make sketches in the margins of characters I envisioned in my compositions. When I was done I folded the paper and stuffed it in the bottom drawer of the vanity, deep under my socks. It wasn't long before I progressed to writing poetry and eventually a journal called 'Shadows Speaking' ....ohhhh....so deep.

In reflective moments I wish I could read those early efforts. Then in keeping with my done-is-done attitude, I conclude the keeping of the memory as an ideal is usually better than the reality. 

As I have aged out I have passed through many such phases. Always determined that just because I have reached a clear reason to end a thing does not signal the end, but rather just announces a closure that allows for a new door to be passed through. 

As my eyesight wanes due to glaucoma, I have been looking ahead and wondering what is next that I might still be able to do. But first I can't help but revel in all the things I have done only because God inspired me to keep looking/moving forward, even as I have had to let go of things that were destined to pass. As I simmer gently in reflection seasoned with gratitude, I can't think of a single thing to complain about.

I've always marched to a different drum beat and therefore I, more often than not, never quite fit into the mainstream or a collective. When I have tried to write about what it's like to be an 'older' only someone who is old, like I, could possibly understand. When I read blogs or commentary of those who are fifteen to twenty years behind me, I don't know how to say, 'been there done that' without sounding like a boring know-it-all. 

One thing I have sworn to not be is an old lady who only wants to talk about her past.

However, I do wish I could share what change does to one so that I could also mentor how to keep believing that stepping through the next door is always the end of something but the beginning to something else. 

If you step out in faith, God will either make a step or give you wings.  

Been there done that.

For Him,

Meema

And Now A Word From Our Sponsor

 

I've often referred to this time in history as being a redo of the movie The Matrix, where everything is just illusion - life imitating art.

Lately, though, I think it feels more and more like being stuck in a fly-by-night roving carnival. Everything in the center looks lit up, exciting and colorful, even as everything behind the scenes is dismal and all too real.

The carnies bark their persuasions to "Come win a prize!" to the passersby even as they know the odds are definitely against those who are willing to give up their money to try to get a bullseye in a moving target or land a ring around a stick. They all know it's just a game. 

Here in carnie world, there is no topic or news so serious, even life altering, that cannot be interrupted by a commercial or a plea for funding. Example: the serious talking head reports a horrific school shooting, then the same voice shifts to a lighter tone to talk about a new product that will make your life so much easier.

Online sites offer information then either interrupt with a pop up window to ask you to subscribe to the site. "If you appreciate this work, donate today!" "We cannot keep doing this important mission without your help!" "My work is completely sponsor supported!"  

For me, the worst of the worst, are those who have turned Christianity into a lucrative business. Crazy me, somehow I do not think that is what Christ had in mind when He told the wealthy man to give up all he owned and follow Him.  Matthew 19:16-30

I have a lifelong memory from my youth of being with my mother as she ironed my father's dress shirts. I was occupied drawing, as I usually did, and she was listening to a broadcast on the radio. It was a preacher she liked, Brother Lester Roloff, who seemed to be a good man, at least in his down to earth preaching and missions.

On that day, however, he spent the entire 30 minutes weeping and begging for donations. He pleaded that he would be taken off the air if he did not raise a specific amount of money. 

As the sermon ended, without looking up I said, "If he preached about Jesus he wouldn't have to beg for money."  

After a long pause, I felt a sensation that my mother had stopped ironing so I glanced up to see her stunned expression looking down at me. Then she said, almost under her breath, "Out of the mouths of babes." I had no idea what that meant, at the time. 

Of course, as I grew up and read the words in Scripture, the moment was etched in my memory as it all came together. I think it established a boundary for me. Whenever I see humans, declaring themselves to be champions and bearers of the Gospel, even as they pause their mission to sell their products, books, CDs and art, as they amass great wealth in the process, I have to wonder what Jesus thinks. 

So, what brought all this to mind? 

I receive emails, multiple times a day, from all sorts of people whose words and thoughts I am interested in. Some are political, some are religious, most are doing what they do as their livelihoods. I guess I get that they solicit me for donations, on average, sometimes more than they give me information. Like all other citizens of the Matrix and visitor to the carnival, I find I am immune to the common phrases used to entice me to give up some of my money, which is a big tell in and of itself.

Recently I read a lengthy report recalling multiple miracles of Divine Intervention in an American Native Reservation due to the fervent prayers of several simple women. Fires, tornadoes out of nowhere, lightening strikes, all destroying properties of drug cartels, thus answering their prayers for God to “Command the works of the enemy to be destroyed.”

At the end of the collection of stories, the author concluded with  his plea for support of his ministry. Apparently they were $40,000 short of their 'goal'.

Talk about a buzz kill.

I could not help but recall that day I said a few words that struck my mother so profoundly, that caused her to see a tough truth as well as plant in me the seeds of critical discernment.

I wondered if the man who wrote the article about all those inexplicable miracles had not thought to get those women to pray for funding as well, would he have needed to beg for money from strangers?

I know that God wants His own to participate, to step up and be willing to put even our lives on the line for Him, but where is the line drawn between praying for His intervention, support and protection and turning the mission into a profitable business?

Since I cannot answer that, I can only ask that God guide me to to know the difference between His missions and man's missions. 

For Him,

Meema

Handbasket Meet Hell

 Two unrelated but somehow scarily correlated images came up yesterday. One looked like a replay of a 1938 celebration of the Third Reich. The other confirmed that the war with dark principalities is no longer a vague spiritual concept.

Though I don't wish to be a Debbie Downer, but I have to warn anyone with eyes to see and ears to hear we have reached a critical point where evil isn't hiding in the shadows anymore. Whereas evil adores itself and cannot resist hiding in plain sight with cryptic symbolism,  it seems a door has opened enough to allow the dark imagery and smarmy messaging of minions of satan to gleefully announce their agenda.

How many ways and times can I say, the day does come? Evil has officially risen to a peak of desperate all out push to overcome and erase God's creation. And, I might add, for the record, God is allowing it, for His purpose. 

Seems to me that time has speeded up too - for the elect's sake? I always wondered what that meant - now I think I know - it means what was a slow sneaky slide is now an unstoppable all out rush to completion. 

So, seems like the day has also come to choose whom you will serve. 

For Him,

Meema

Disney goes full out satanism. Watch the trailer but also be sure to watch the second clip to see the performers revel in the chance to give paganism a place at the table. 

https://citizenfreepress.com/breaking/disney-embraces-satan-in-new-show-little-demon/

Even so, come Lord Jesus. 

The Dark War

 

On April 3, 1965 a Paul Harvey 'The Rest of The Story' segment was broadcast on ABC Radio titled If I Were The Devil. His clever presentation ,through the viewpoint of satan, gave us some eerily accurate prognostications.

First, imagine how different culture was 57 years ago, (excluding the evil things going on even then that we were too naive to envision). And yet Paul Harvey could see ahead to the unimaginable that is now our current reality.

In April 1965 I don't specifically recall hearing this broadcast when I was a month away from turning 18, but I'd have to guess I would have tucked it away rather than dismiss it altogether, given I have history with end days predictions, but still when you are 18 you want to move forward hoping for the best. 

However, as sobering as his words were, for all the things beyond conceivable in 1965, Paul Harvey could not have foreseen so much more that satan had planned. 

Like, for example, including but not limited to:

Men who claim to be women are celebrated and deemed acceptable to compete in women's sports and are permitted to walk about naked in showers and locker rooms in front of real women. Even as some men are arrested for indecent exposure. Classic modern hypocrisy; this is okay but this is not, even though it is the same.

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As bad as this is, even more unthinkable, those who dare to speak out about this insanity are threatened with jail time because it's against the law - or something. Apparently the term 'Hate Speech' can only be defined by certain privileged/woke members of modern society. Thus, if someone claims someone else has hurt his/her/its feelings, that offender ought to go to jail.  

I have to bet not even Paul Harvey saw that coming.

Though he did predict that the concept of marriage would be tossed aside he attributed that to the new societal preference for indiscriminate uncommitted sex. He couldn't forecast the underlying darker agenda for decimation of the family unit which has slowly evolved to ending human reproduction. The less people the better ...to save the earth..or something.  

It would have been a huge leap for him to predict that human fetuses, once considered to be the miracle of life, would be redefined as a clump of cells and therefore not human and more like an invasive tumor that should be removed for the sake of women's health. 

I also very much doubt he could have predicted that parents would allow their young children to be exposed to Drag Queen shows, and taught how to pole dance for dollars. 

Even as I fully recognize the dark agenda to promote the wholesale reordering and disassembling of the sanctity of life, I find it incomprehensible that medical professionals are eager and willing to mutilate young children in the name of gender identity.  

And, tell me how this is not considered child abuse? 

Harvey foretold that teaching 'feelings' over common sense would be adopted but could he have known that parents would be declared 'Domestic Terrorists' for daring to object to pornographic books allowed in school libraries or the teaching of controversial/political doctrines that undermine and seek to decimate the principles that founded this country?

It's not likely he could have known about the coming revolution in worldwide instant communication via the yet to be implemented Internet and cell phones and social media (the second beast in Revelation 13?) so it's not likely he could have foreseen the exponential rise in narcissism that is like a cancer destroying us with the religion of worship of the god of SELF.

So, how could he have known that it would take less than 60 years for:

• Everything to be interpreted by and through sex, as morality, decency and self-accountability is deemed old fashioned and thus abandoned

• Lies to be more readily believed than truth

• Illusion accepted as better than reality 

• Science redefined to explain the preferred illusion as unquestionable

• Definitions constantly changed to accommodate lies

• Mental illness/insanity embraced as 'diversity, inclusion and equity'

• Criminals excused and released without bail as their victims are ignored and/or vilified

• Rampant open use of lethal illegal drugs, promoted and provided by government even as billions of tax dollars have been spent on the 'War on Drugs'

• Corporations assuming political positions and therefore not caring that they alienate potential customers/clients so long as they are seen as virtuous by those in power

• The rise of a global dictatorship operating disguised as 'democracy' in keeping with the new world order of lies more acceptable than truth to a now sufficiently dumbed down population. 

How ironically predictive and sadly true that Paul Harvey's foresight and wisdom would never be allowed to be broadcast by any modern media today. He would be cancelled, banned by Facebook and Twitter as hate speech/disinformation and perhaps even jailed, never to be heard from again. 

And the devil smiles bigly - for now.

For Him,

Meema

Headlines from 2022 that would shock even Paul Harvey

 

Salt and Light

In her last seven years, my older sister, Jo, and I had a weekly routine of going out and about. At least once a month we had pedicures and lunch and then poked around in a favorite second hand shop before our final stop for groceries, then home for a nap. Old lady stuff.

One of our frequent destinations included the Kohls department store where we bought clothing that we didn't need. The last couple of years, before she became ill, we, more often than not, left without buying anything because apparently the company garment 'buyers' decided that plus-sized old ladies really should like hip hugger pants and tops with necklines that plunge to center chest.

Spoiler alert: as you age out and you cross through all sorts of thresholds, given that you reach peak and the downward slide moves you along at an accelerated pace, you learn to accept what you cannot change - like fashion, social customs, language and certain predictable cause/effect outcomes based on hard earned experience. 

In other words, there is no use kicking against the pricks when you know your opinion is no longer germane and has zero impact whatsoever.  Jo and I complained to each other but it was just our way of venting frustration on the inevitability of becoming irrelevant. 

Among other things we also grumbled about thin pale type used in everything from instructions to advertising to web pages because it is the 'trend' and not in the least bit practical for old eyes. But trend is how new replaces old as each new generation seeks to find and establish its unique significance. It is a force to be reckoned with as much as it is a circle. One day the current trend influencers will be shocked to find another generation has replaced them too. What goes 'round comes 'round.

Often change is a good thing, of course, though sometimes it is not, even as it is inevitable and unstoppable. For every change that seems to advance civilization there is often a downside that can be cited. Anyone with an ounce of intuition or discernment or who has lived here on this ongoing experiment for fifty or more years can make a list of such gives and takes in the repeating process of the rise and fall of civilization. Personally my list is very long but again, my voice is like a tinkling bell in a wind storm so I'll focus on one example.

Salt shakers.

In this modern fast-paced world, simple, and what works, and has always worked, is relegated to antique category and is therefore no longer acceptable, often ending up in garage sales and second hand shops.

New inventions influenced by modern tech, most usually with complex internal workings that require batteries and/or periodic charging, have all but replaced tools that simply stood at the ready to do a specific job. Like the now antiquated small glass container with holes in the lid that held already ground up salt.  

With a simple pick up and shake over a plate of food, added, without drama or a need to whack or stop to replace the batteries or clean off the battery connections due to corrosion, the tool for using the ancient ingredient that has always represented enhancing, adding onto and preserving does exactly what it was designed to do.  No muss no fuss. 

I cannot help but see a painful allegory to Matthew 5:13  as I continue to console myself that I am salt that has lost its savor.  Then I wonder if I am the salt or should I be the simple shaker that is always ready to do the job, however small and unnoticeable and un-modern?

Then Matthew 5:14 declares that we should be the light too because a town built on a hill cannot be hidden. 

So, at this age, I might be completely out of step in terms of the latest trend, but like an old fashioned salt shaker that can't stop me from doing what I was crafted to do. I keep on keeping on, pertinent or not to the here and now. 

So many things I can no longer do. But I can pray, I write and let God determine the relevance. In new, modern texting shorthand vernacular:

  

Be salty - stay lit. 

For Him,

Meema

Enough Meet Never

 

This is #7 in a series

The links form here:

Part 1: Rock Meet Bottom

Part 2: Plenty Meet Dearth

Part 3: Safe Meet Free

Part 4: Godly Meet Godless

Part 5: Logic Meet Absurdity   

Part 6: Good Meet Evil

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Wrapping up this series I want to point out that if you live long enough you are likely to be able to claim you have pretty much seen it all, and/or done it all, and interacted with most every kind of human personality type - the good, the bad, and the ugly - all of which affords you a type of hard earned wisdom.

Thus once you have had such experiences you can probably also claim you can spot from a fairly good distance and predict certain dark circumstances looming and problematic people rising up, which hopefully gives you a heads up and time and opportunity to run the other way. 

In the previous posts in this series I have been somewhat focused on the dire state of the world in this moment in the continuum and how we got here. I know how things begin, slowly, innocently, and then, over time, get taken over by those who are determined to hold power over others. Not to mention how easily those 'others' are willing to be overtaken. 

In almost every case the rule of thumb can be established at FOLLOW THE MONEY.  But that isn't the whole answer. 

When those who have amassed more money than they can spend in two lifetimes keep striving to manipulate how the rest of us live, there must be another influence. I have tried to pin down the cause for this repeating formula in human history, (other than satan seeking to destroy us, of course).

It occurred to me that the patterns that repeat over and over again on the large scale are just reflections of the way humans tend to overdo and have insatiable appetites for more. It doesn't matter whether it is a collective, for example, like a government, or large corporation, or it is a single entity like a mayor or HOA president, a supervisor or even domineering family member, those who are determined to have things go their way seem to know how to manipulate others to get the results they think they want.  

It is also why we, as we exist in the flesh, have to be changed somehow because we would never be happy in paradise. We would soon get bored with status quo no matter how good and perfect it is.

This is a mechanism in our DNA that, on the upside, drives us to carry on in spite of difficulty, but it also interferes with our ability to pause and be grateful.  As I have said before, there are two dimensions to this, flesh and spiritual, and on the flesh side is about how childish human nature is and that it cannot grow up beyond toddler stage. Toddlers are never satisfied. Toddlers always want more.

The downside is, once we achieve what we think we want, we find that it is never enough. More has to be acquired. The finish line moves. This is when that which was benign often becomes toxic.  

On a global scale what starts as a small advancement is never going to be enough. And thus, unless something stops the madness, will continue on to become the final undoing of modernity as we know it. History is replete with the rise and fall of civilizations.  Apparently we just never learn.

In the human condition, this often manifests as those who are never quite happy, regardless how blessed they are, their internal drive is restless and forever wanting more and therefore often endlessly expecting more from others. This can show up in any manner of ways, like gaslighting and passive/aggressive behaviors. At the worst it manifests as various forms of psychopathy. 

At rock bottom it shows up as oppressive tyranny.

If I was pressed to declare the underlying cause of most of the ways society ruins itself with the insatiable quest for more, I'd have to go with - lack of gratitude.  When nothing is enough it is because there is neither perspective or boundary of when enough is actually enough. 

Much wants more and loses all, as the Aesop fable warns.

So, here's my conclusion - I still have no idea how bad it will get before it gets better. All I know is that while my human side has learned, by experience, what to look out for, what my spirit has gained in the learning curve, is that, while we were designed to keep moving forward, gratitude is a profound attitude changer and the antidote to the toddler nature that often needs disciplined. 

When this fundamental reality is truly embraced is when amazing things happen that are then truly more than enough. 

In that I find peace and rest.

For Him,

Meema

Good Meet Evil

This is #6 in an ongoing series

The links form here:

Part 1: Rock Meet Bottom

Part 2: Plenty Meet Dearth

Part 3: Safe Meet Free

Part 4: Godly Meet Godless

Part 5: Logic Meet Absurdity   

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The signs are like blinking neon lights that we are deep into the edges of a major turning point in human history as insanity/mental illness has now been redefined and embraced as 'diversity'. 

But what I think and say is of little consequence. I am not a known name, I am not an influencer and so I could write a million words and still it would be like a teardrop hitting the middle of the ocean.

However, lately, I've heard and read some very interesting commentary from others, from the most unexpected sources, that have made my heart quicken. Is it possible that eyes are opening? And would it not be ironic if the opened eyes, that are now seeing the real cause underneath the demise of our civilization were not those of the preachers or well known Christians but of those who claim to be 'not religious' or who have been staunch supporters of liberal ideals which are generally speaking not particularly in line with Christian values?

What has sparked my attention is the calling out of the overtly demonic influences in every corner of our society. Evil is being called out as what it is ... well... demonic.

Just a few examples:

• The decimation of the basic distinct male and female biological reality. 

• Human sacrifice renamed as 'women's health'. 

• Debased, pornographic sexualizing even the youngest of children in schools and libraries is praised as 'equity'. 

• Self defense against an assaulter is now a criminal act. 

• Calling for violence and insurrection is noble (unless it is against the accepted narrative). And those who dare to declare the Emperor is naked (and demented) are summarily silenced, vilified, canceled and destroyed. 

• Up is down, down is up, good is evil, evil is good.  I believe there is Scripture that predicts such a set of circumstances covering the world like poisonous mold ( Isaiah 5:20 ; 2 Timothy 3:1).

So, here it is - my interpretation of what is underneath the rise of evil, that has been redefined and celebrated as VIRTUOUS and RIGHTEOUS and now being called out as 'demonic' by others:

Yes, it is demonic but let's call out who/what has been allowed to direct the script - it's satan pulling out all the stops using his minions in an all out determination to destroy God's creation. Is this, then, the time for sorting of the wheat and tares?  What has been hidden is now being revealed? Those who refuse to see are blinded lest they see?

Spoiler alert: What the minions don't know is that, first, they are minions, with no original ideas, everything they believe and stand for was planted in their minds that they should believe the lie and therefore bring to completion God's plan. (After all, God did write the script and knows how the story ends).

And second, they also are oblivious to the harsh reality that satan could care less what happens to them when he is done with them - they are all expendable. Thus they will reap the rewards they have so faithfully earned.

One day, hopefully sooner than later. 

We, as Christians, who adhere to what is now deemed archaic principals, are often silenced by Scripture taken out of context and sharpened into a weapon to keep us in stand down mode. When evil is taking advantage of the faithful, we are told to love our enemies and pray for them. We are told to turn the other cheek instead of defending against assault. But the Holy Scriptures are full of circumstances that allow for Christians to stand up for what is truly right, rather than be subservient to evil. Christ turned over the sellers tables in the Temple, did He not? 

Conclusion: I'm not required to love satan or his minions but I am allowed to discern who the enemy is and resist anything that is clearly in direct opposition to God. That includes, btw, fallen Christianity, of every denomination, that has acquiesced to the current stream of consciousness in order to go along to get along lest those who have amassed great wealth under the disguise of Christianity lose their standing.

To wink at iniquity for the sake of peace is not a proof of superior spirituality; it is rather a sign of a reprehensible timidity which dare not oppose sin for fear of the consequences. For it will cost us heavily to stand for the right when the wrong is in the majority, which is 100 percent of the time.  

~ A.W. Tozer

For Him,

Meema