Time To Choose

A few days ago Dave Rubin asked his community in rubinreport.locals.com how everyone was feeling.

I took a few days to get quiet and think about this. In recent months I have chosen to be more outspoken in this blog, rather than remain in the more gentle middle ground. The day does come when you must not only choose Who you will worship and follow but declare it out loud. 

So, how am I feeling? 

Well…

I’m working my way through the five stages of grief. Anger was short lived because I don’t like being angry. Denial was even shorter because I’m too practical. I lingered in Bargaining because, well, what’s the downside to offering up promises to be more proactive instead of complacent? To promise to stand up for Christ instead of turning a blind eye to go along to get along in exchange for a little more time?

I think I spent most of the last few days in a reflective Depression, but because I am one who not only doesn’t fret over the glass being half full, I am grateful for having a glass at all, and since gratitude is the best cure for depression, it’s difficult for me to justify being depressed. 

So, here I am on the edges of Acceptance but I step in conditionally. 

I do not accept that the 2020 Presidential election was honest. It seems evil is being allowed to have its way as I type this. 

I do not accept that the hypocritical, self-righteous crowds celebrating Biden are now not able to be super spreaders of Covid as they claimed Trump rallies were just weeks ago. Covid just isn’t that smart.

I do not accept that we can now love each other, unify and ‘get along’ even as there are many who, just a couple weeks ago, called Trump supporters every foul name in the book and who are now compiling a ‘get even’ blacklist calling for Trump supporters to be fired from their jobs. There have been many examples in human history that called for standing up and fighting or being overcome. Even as Christians are admonished to love one another, we are also given the right to discern who to trust and who to resist. Think Corrie Ten Boom and dozens of others who took a stand thereby saving many lives in WW2.

I do not accept that this country can stand, as it was founded, against the evil that has taken power, without a great life altering upheaval. We are truly at war with dark principalities and the goals are to reshape America to deny and reject ‘In God We Trust’. 

I do not accept that the Presidential election of 2020 was a choice between two men. Rather it was a choice between two Americas, a Democratic Republic or a socialist banana republic.

I do not accept that evil has won the war even though it might have claimed victory in recent battles. 

Most importantly, 

I do not accept that God has abandoned us. His will is always accomplished even if we don’t understand it or why what is happening is allowed to be. There are many Scriptures that warn us that being Believers is not always easy, but it is the very best choice in the long run.

I am comforted to know that God has this even if things do not unfold as we wish. Imagine the confusion and despair of the Disciples as they watched Christ die on the cross. 

We know how that worked out. 

For Him, 

Meema

Storm Before the Calm

 

Thursday morning, October 29, 2020, my eyes flew open at 4:15 a.m. to what sounded like buckets of water being violently tossed against the window. 

Hurricane Zeta had arrived in Georgia. 

During the four plus hours of cringing at every roaring noise, at each blow that assaulted our house, we sat tense, lights flickering now and again, expecting we would lose internet as well as electricity. We gratefully acknowledged being able to have our hot coffee, knowing some would not have the luxury. 

Unlike thousands of others, we didn’t lose our connection to the rest of the world. Here it is Friday afternoon and there are still many who have not yet had their power restored. The ramifications will be ongoing.

Yesterday, when the worst had passed, I ventured out onto the property and was not shocked to see huge limbs, leaves and debris everywhere. One tree down, fortunately, not in a critical place. Our neighbor’s barn lost some tin roof. We had an old clock up on the wall on the upper deck that had blown off and left glass shards everywhere. All in all we were spared. We are grateful. 

We seem to have been conditioned in the last ten months to take catastrophe in stride.

Perhaps because, here in 2020, as we all have had to deal with what has been recognized as the most bizarre, challenging year in modern history, and as we head toward the presidential election, we are practiced at taking stock. We calmly assess the damage, we count our blessings, even as we brace for the great unknown as this year leaves behind many things that will need repair. 

This morning, as I pondered all that has happened this year, now punctuated with a huge storm, like a swift kick to one who is already down, I had a sobering thought. If Trump wins, everyone wins. We get a shot at trying to keep our nation free for at least 4 more years. Even those who are determined to destroy it with their woke self-righteous agendas will be able to do and say as they please, freely. If Biden wins, only those who are determined to dismantle this country will win. And even they will lose eventually because that is the history of socialism. It never works. Only the few in power get to benefit. 

I have read comments elsewhere from those who feel that 'church' should not get involved in politics and I don't disagree. But this time, the issue is not about politics. It's about standing up to the dark principalities that are seeking to destroy us. If we do not recognize that satan is using politics to finally overpower everything that a free, moral, God-fearing nation stands for, then we don't understand what is actually happening. God have mercy.

For Him,

Meema

I close with a link to a sermon/speech that anyone who is not afraid to know the truth will be willing to spend 32 minutes watching. 

Do It Anyway

 

Right now, here in this trying year of 2020,  I think this is an extremely important topic for the sake of mental health.

FWIW, I’ve never considered myself to be a professional anything. Back in my not-yet-retired years I had to have four different resumes. Who cares? What I am and always have been, at my core,  is a doer, a try-er, a get-er-doner. Over my lifetime I’ve come to see a new project as a challenge, a call to attempt to make something from nothing and usually with the most primitive tools possible. 

Rascal that I am, at this stage, it’s my way of thumbing my 73 year old nose at the critics who say it cannot be done to those who are, in fact, doing it. 

The point:  I started a project in August. The lyrics came easy and then I had to put the words to music with my ukulele, a bit more difficult. Uncharacteristically, by September, I had allowed myself be discouraged by all the bad news coming out 24/7 and I stopped trying. I gave up. I told myself it didn’t matter anymore. What was the point? 

Then I read someone’s post in the Dave Rubins’ forum. She said, take a break. That wake up call hit my heart and I started working on my song again and then I made a video. I know it isn’t perfect by any/every acceptable standard but the truth is, what really matters can’t be heard or seen by anyone else anyway. The doing of it, the finishing, using my low tech tools, my less than professional skills, restored my ‘do it anyway’ attitude. For now.

How significant is that, in the big picture?

If nothing else, maybe this will encourage someone else to dive in, to seek to create something from nothing, fearlessly. 

That something having being held off because  _____ fill in the blank.

Note: I am not a professional singer/songwriter/videographer, (though I did stay at a Holiday Inn once). I’m just Meema and if I can make something from nothing, anyone can. :-)

For Him,

Meema

The Project: A Little More Time

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