Friday, May 27, 2016


It was time to renew my driver’s license. Sometime within the seven years since I had last renewed, the laws changed in my state. Regardless that I have had a legal, government issued ID for the past 29 years, the one that has served as legitimate proof of who and what I am, I essentially was required to start over.

In order to renew the license that worked just fine until my birthday, I had to gather to provide, a certified copy of my birth certificate, my marriage license, two forms of mail addressed to me, my expiring license, and my social security card.

No problem. Except when I went to retrieve these important documents I found that the lock box they have been in for decades was still stashed in a box somewhere in the basement from the last move six years ago. Rather than spend a day digging through boxes, I chose to go online and request ( pay for) my birth certificate and my marriage license. I figured my Medicare card that has my SS# would suffice to show that I am legit. The birth certificate came but the marriage license was not forthcoming. 

I decided to take my chances. After all, I reasoned, I have the printed receipt that I have ordered the marriage license. My other current docs show my name. 

But no, see, they have their rules and the law, regardless of all the ways the law is absurd, must be followed. I was issued a temporary renewal and given 120 days to produce my marriage license.

This exercise in futility formed a knot in my stomach. I had to stop and reflect on what has happened to this country once the icon and champion of freedom. Not to mention that common sense now seems to be missing in action, the reality of where we are now (and promises to worsen) offer a pretty bleak future. IMHO. But then I grew up in a time when individualism and the right to think and question absurd impositions on those rights was still viable. Now we are expected to lock step without question, to be herded into long waits in line to be body cavity searched just so we can board an airplane even as those who historically have professed to do us harm are allowed to work in sensitive areas of the same airport.  How does that make sense?

In all fairness, I tried to find justification for what I had to go through to prove who I am. There certainly are any number of folks who have been given the green light to enter and live in this country and many of them have devious intent. No one with any sense at all, common or otherwise, could deny that. 

But still, I have to wonder why, those valid citizens, who have been more than vetted, where years of precedence and multiple kinds of documentation prove them, still must be forced to produce even as so many, who have no such proof and documentation do manage to get their IDs too. 

Nonsense is full of irony. In order for me to receive a certified copy of my birth certificate, I had to upload a scan of my .... wait for it...

My driver’s license. Yup. Had to provide my driver’s license in order to get the document required to confirm the driver’s license represents me.  

You can’t make this stuff up. 

What you need to know is that none of this makes sense unless you understand that we are being conditioned. It’s worked before. 1938 Germany and Russia come to mind. 

We, as Americans, have been carefully taught that America can never fail. It’s too big, too grand, too righteous. 


For Him,


Friday, May 13, 2016


Can we talk? Frankly?

Perhaps you were too busy to notice but the world is coming apart at the seams.

Every morning I read the headlines with amazement. Just when I think it can’t get worse I discover how wrong I am. I say - How could this happen? How can this be? What happened to common sense, reason and logic? Why are the inmates suddenly in positions of power and in control of the asylum?

I keep hoping I’m just asleep, though tossing and turning, trapped in a nightmare. Wake up! I urge my conscious mind. But alas I must admit I am wide awake and witnessing, in real time, the fast track decline of civilization. The question torments me - how much longer, Lord? How much worse will it have to spiral down before it gets better?

The clear and present danger of ‘much worse’ has altered my prayer life quite a bit nowadays. Mostly I find I am pleading for deliverance from evil but I know that expectation of deliverance must be prefaced with repentance, so I do that too. I search for dark bits of self that hide in my soul, disguised as fake righteousness. I’m mining deep because it is critical. Modern humanistic Christianity avoids any such state of humility or emptying of self. It’s just too severe. Too demanding. Too painful. Unfortunately, without it we can’t expect to be sheltered or rescued from the evil dressed up like goodness that is now unleashed on us. 

Just to review - God is good all the time, only He is righteous. But He calls the shots, whether we like it or not.

It’s not as though I didn’t know this day was coming. My mother had an end days vision when I was only nine that changed everything for us, as a family, and me, as a Christian. Sixty years hence from that turning point I have resided here on earth as a visitor, like a stranger in a foreign land. I participated without completely buying in, but I also compromised here and there in order to ‘fit’ or perhaps, being honest, to simply not stand out. Pariah is not an easy yoke to bear.

There comes a day, though, when we are called to come out, to take a stand, even when it might mean the separation of our heads from our shoulders. From the very beginning Christians have been warned they would suffer for His sake. What part of that do we not understand? There is no compromise that can change that. 

All this sounds so noble and, when the chips are not down, easy to say. But the game is coming to a heart stopping conclusion and more and more opportunities to just say no are forcing us to stop blending in for expediency sake. 

For this reason I am standing up and speaking out to say that my sister and I have committed to refusing to shop at Target. We like Target. We usually shop there at least once a week but we also like knowing that we are relatively safe entering a bathroom too. Such a silly thing. Right? What’s the big deal anyway. Can’t we just get along? Who cares if the risk is low of a predator dressing like a woman to enter a small space where a female young or old might be vulnerable to molestation? 

The big deal is that safety is such a big business nowadays, we are Regulation Nation ruled and regulated to death for the sake of SAFETY, except for this one absolute predictable going-to-happen eventuality. And for what? To hold sacred the feelings of a few at the real risk of danger to the many? Apparently the executives of Target are willing to ignore the risk and the potential law suits waiting to happen because the agenda is way more comprehensive than that and requires complicity. It’s conditioning for more diabolical things and has little if anything to do with civil rights. It is the apex of the cultural slippery slope. 

Given the pattern and formula that is so easy to follow, it’s not a stretch to see that this destruction will continue on, one unraveling seam at a time, quickly separating the whole into a ruinous heap. Count on it, soon there will be no restrictions to showers in schools or dressing rooms in department stores. At that point speaking out will be moot. Adults can choose not to shop or use bathrooms but school children have no such rights.

Here it is. The day of standing finally comes so I not only stand up I dare speak out. I know Target won’t miss my piddly amount of contribution to their annual sales reports but more to the point I also know that God sees and counts what mankind does not. 

I understand this is just a practice step. There will be more difficult calls to stand. But as they say, practice makes perfect.

Even so, come Lord Jesus.

For Him,

(Isaiah 5:20) Woe unto them that call evil good, and good evil; that put darkness for light, and light for darkness; that put bitter for sweet, and sweet for bitter!  (5:21) Woe unto them that are wise in their own eyes, and prudent in their own sight!