Mother’s Day Interlude

The regular Sunday afternoon phone calls to my mother ended just over a year ago. Mom passed last March.

Years before, my parents retired and moved a thousand miles away from Chicago. I called on Father’s Day and Mother’s Day. These phone conversations and the many others had an endearing sameness to them

When I called, Dad would pick up. He would ask “How’s things going? How’s work?” and then “Here’s mum”. Mom was the conversational one. She would ask “What’s up? Are you seeing anyone right now?” After I gave her the details – “Nothing new” – we talked about the weather. This went on until dad passed.

After dad’s passing, seven years before last March, my phone calls to mom began.

Mom, waiting anxiously, questioned me during the weekly “Mother’s Day” afternoon phone calls. “What are you doing with yourself? Are you behaving yourself? Are you following the Lord?”  She had concerns about me since my earliest days. As the oldest, mom had to endure the unorthodox me the longest. She did so with steadfast love and unwavering prayer.

As mom neared the age of 91, our phone conversations lasted only a minute or two. I would ask her, as I did many times before, “How are you?” She’d reply, “Hanging in there.” On the Sunday afternoon of the day she passed, I called and asked again “How are you?” Mom, barely audible, answered “Hanging in there.” She then dropped the phone in her weakness. She would go to the Lord that evening.

With the passing of dad and then mom, I told my sister that I felt I had lost a fixed reference point in the universe – true north.

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Each day, as the sun begins its daily round over the Chicago area, I take my long walk. The mix of Chicago weather keeps me guessing as to what to wear. The mix of exercise and endorphin release helps me deal with the stress created by the over 400 days of Illinois’ unconscionable mandates, restrictions and EOs.

I greet the people walking their dogs or jogging by. I say “Good morning” to the lady crossing guard who stops traffic to allow me to cross. But kids crossing the street or getting onto a school bus and going to school is rare these days. The tree-lined suburban neighborhoods I walk through are uncommonly quiet.

I walk primarily to think and pray. I never take a phone with me. I’d rather listen for the Lord. It was during a recent walk that I understood the Lord directing me to memorize Scripture once again.

During 5th and 6th grade I had memorized lots of Scripture. The Sunday School I was attending had a Scripture memory contest once a year. Students were given two pages of Scripture verses to memorize. On the day of the contest, we were to recite the text along with chapter and verse.

I don’t remember what I won but I do remember the scripture I memorized. Portions of it float to the top when I wade into praying and writing.

In the past two weeks I memorized Psalm 103. I printed the psalm and carried it with me on my walks. I rehearse the words two or three times during my walks.

Psalm 103 gives us Gods’ perspective:

For he knows how we were made;
    he remembers that we are dust.

Psalm 103 tells us how God deals with us:

As a father has compassion for his children,
    so the Lord has compassion for those who fear him

Psalm 103 adjures us . . .

do not forget all his benefits—

who forgives all your iniquity,
    who heals all your diseases,
who redeems your life from the Pit,
    who crowns you with steadfast love and mercy,
who satisfies you with good as long as you live
    so that your youth is renewed like the eagle’s

Did you know that God’s “steadfast love” is mentioned four times in Psalm 103?

If you want to detoxify your mind of Progressivism’s profanations (e.g., “birthing parent”), then I recommend that you begin to take the word of God into the core of your being.

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Episode 923 – Big Tech’s Peon Cyborgs … Big Tech Bans Trump, Transhumanism, Masks

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This Mother’s Day . . .

Let’s admit it. COVID is not a “public health” crisis. Over 99% of people recover from the COVID virus and do so with or without proven prophylactics/protocols such as Hydroxychloroquine and Ivermectin. An unproven “emergency use” vaccine is certainly not to be taken. It should never be given to our children, as Dr. Fauci, the man behind the Wuhan virus, and Big Pharma want to have happen.

The “public health” issue is the fascist governance that makes us lab rats in a controlled social engineering experiment. See links below for more information.

COVID Court:

Healthy 17 year-old Utah high school athlete develops 3 blood clots in his brain immediately after Covid Vaccine… – CITIZEN FREE PRESS

Healthy 17 year-old Utah high school athlete develops 3 blood clots in his brain immediately after Covid Vaccine… – CITIZEN FREE PRESS

Immediate Use of Ivermectin Medicine Globally Can End COVID-19 Pandemic: Scientists | The Weather Channel – Articles from The Weather Channel | weather.com

No Jab For Me

Dr. Zelenko — I have many patients suffering from ‘Vaccine Regret’… – CITIZEN FREE PRESS

Moderna reports $1.7 billion in COVID-19 vaccine sales, posts first profit ever – MarketWatch

Tennessee Woman Left Paralyzed And Unable To Walk After Taking Pfizer Vaccine – National File

19,916 ‘eye disorders’ including blindness following COVID vaccine reported in Europe | News | LifeSite (lifesitenews.com)

Professor Didier Raoult: “There are 70% side effects with the Pfizer vaccine . . .

Vaccine Shedding Causing Miscarriages and Blood Clots in Unvaccinated Females (banned.video)

Evidence mounts that Covid Vaccine causes spontaneous mental illness… – CITIZEN FREE PRESS

35-year-old woman dies of brain hemorrhage 11 days after receiving J&J vaccine | News | LifeSite (lifesitenews.com)

Tucker Asks How Many Died From Covid Vaccine and Exposes the Cover-Up (Banned From YouTube?) (rumble.com)

Home Depot goes full mask Nazi… – CITIZEN FREE PRESS

Cult Of The Mask: List Of Documented Mask Side Effects; Vexed; More! — Coronavirus Update LXIX

From the attached Mask PDF:

Here’s the list of negative effects, documented across many papers (from their Figure 2, which I wish was a Table): lowered O2, uppered CO2, increased humidity and temp, increased breathing resistance, increased respiratory rate, increased blood pressure, cerebral vasodilation, increased heart rate, respiratory impairment, exhaustion and fatigue, drowsiness, dizziness, headache, psycho-vegetative effect (my favorite), decrease in empathy (brother!), itch, skin irritation, acne, rhinitis, voice disorder, false sense of security (ahem), bacterial contamination, fungal contamination, and, the best for last, viral contamination.

May 1st Anti-Lockdown Protests in Ireland | Dave Cullen (gab.com)

Sharyl Attkisson digs into Covid origins… Fauci looks guilty… – CITIZEN FREE PRESS

‘The Walls Will Close In’: Kassam Says Great Reckoning Coming for Fauci (rumble.com)

Atomic Scientist Mag: Left Media Failed to Ask Questions Over Wuhan Lab… Trump Derangement Syndrome Let China Off The Hook. (thenationalpulse.com)

The Nazis are coming for you based on COVID hysteria (aka “public health concerns”):

Calgary Church hero Artur Pawlowski arrested by Canadian SWAT Team in the middle of busy highway… – CITIZEN FREE PRESS

POLICE STATE: Watch the moment a SWAT team arrests a Canadian pastor – Rebel News

Light Years

As I become older (I suffered another birthday recently) I have gained some understanding about what being a Christian pilgrim is all about.  With that greater understanding there has also come an even deeper conviction that I have often missed the ‘Way’ many times throughout my life.  In fact, I took the road more “traveled by” (w/nod to Robert Frost). Sadly, this had made all the difference – in the negative. Thankfully, though, course correction has happened along the way because God’s Word has been in my backpack – a backpack of memorization.

 Early in my life I believed in Jesus. I made the decision to follow Him when I was eleven years old.  I was baptized not long after my decision. My initial belief sprung from what I was hearing in God’s Word and that Word was telling me that God loved me and wanted to be involved in my life.  And, there were people around me, at home and at church, who understood and believed the same things.

 Being raised in a Christian home, my parents talked to me about Christ, brought me to church and read to me the Scriptures on a daily basis.  After most evening meals my parents would read a devotional, a missionary story or from the book of Proverbs. The Word of God became inculcated into my thoughts throughout my childhood as did the hymns and songs I learned at church.

 My childhood memories of church included gospel preaching, baptisms, people walking down the aisle to receive Christ or to recommit their life to Christ, hymns, songs, choirs and so much more. One singular memory I have is a gift, developed in me, that keeps on giving day after day:  the memorization of Scripture.

 As I mentioned, Scripture was an essential part of life in the church I attended and in my life at home.  The words of God were constantly spoken, taught, preached, sang and recited.  Sunday School teachers provided each class with a list of Scripture verses to memorize.  There would be Scripture memory contests to see who could memorize the most Scripture and recite it the most accurately.  I don’t remember what the prize was.  The challenge, to us as kids, was the best part of the contest. A prize didn’t hurt, either.

 I recall one year when another girl, Diane, and I were the only two students to have memorized the most Scripture verses during that year.  Because we had exceeded their expectations, the teachers gave us a longer list of verses to memorize in a final challenge between Diane and me –  an adolescent Wheel of Fortune Final Round, so to speak.  The list contained not less than 120 verses of Scripture.  It included verses and passages from the Old and New Testaments.  I can’t recall the exact list of verses today but I do remember Psalm 103 being on that list:

 Bless the LORD, O my soul: and all that is within me, bless his holy name.

Bless the LORD, O my soul, and forget not all of his benefits:

Who forgiveth all thine iniquities; who healeth all thy diseases;

Who redeemeth thy life from destruction; who crowneth thee with lovingkindness and tender mercies;

Who satisfieth thy mouth with good things; so that thy youth is renewed like the eagle’s.

 

As it turned out, I won the contest by just one verse.  Diane was gracious in her loss – a loss that wasn’t really a loss after all.  Scripture memorization benefits a person for the rest of their life.  I have constantly benefited from what I memorized during those early days. Having the word of God return to me at times when I was at a loss for words, when a situation was so completely overwhelming that I despaired of life itself, has kept me going on in faith. It has kept me alive.

 Later in my life I began to memorize chapters of the Bible: chapters of the letter James and chapters from Paul’s letters to the Ephesians and to the Romans. This memorization has fortified my mind and spirit.  As I would learn, my soul would need the buttressing of Scripture; hard times were ahead for me.

 I won’t go into detail about the events of my life.  Suffice it to say that I have dealt with a death of a child, a divorce, enormous physical pain from a rear-end car accident and serious financial strain due to events within and without of my control. My life has not been a walk in the park. But, I am learning to be content and to fend off the monster of self-pity.  This education has taken me many birthdays to even consider practicing contentment. I still must push away the self-importance and the ego that seeks to hold center stage in my life. Thankfully, the word of God I memorized and recited as a child did not return to me empty-handed.  It now brings with it God’s presence. And with His presence there comes joy, peace, security and a place to go to get away from myself.

 Of late, the Holy Spirit prompts me with a phrase from Scripture, a phrase I had once memorized as a child:

 “Bless the Lord, O my soul…”

“I am the Resurrection and the Life…”

“Without faith it is impossible to please God…”

“…He is a rewarder of those who diligently seek Him…”

“For by grace are you saved…”

“If any man lacks wisdom, let him ask of God…”

“Seek first the kingdom of God…”

“In all your ways acknowledge Him and he will direct your path…”

“I am the Alpha and the Omega…”

“There is a way which seems right to a man, but…”

“I am his and he is mine…”

“His banner over me is love…”

“As for man, his days are as grass…”

Sometimes I hear a word from the Lord:  “fight”, “have faith” “stand fast” “by faith”.

 Most recently, I have learned to be quiet.  I turn off all noise:  phones, radios, music, TV, etc.  I seek to live in quiet most of the time. Since I am alone most of the time this makes silence readily possible.  And, because I am alone I am able to speak Scripture out loud, whether in the car, at home or as I walk to and from work (I don’t care if what people think).  In this silence, the Holy Spirit brings to my mind God’s word and then I speak it out.  It becomes a prayer. The prayer, spoken by me, then becomes part of me.  There is a deposit of Reality into my soul.  An investment is made in the Kingdom of God.  (The Reality I am talking about here is of the Kingdom of heaven and not the reality of the present world system under the control of the evil one.) With the word of God planted in me I become more REAL.  A Christian can not live in this world without the Words of God.  It is impossible and may even be deadly.

 We know from Scripture that the “word of God is living and active and sharper than any two-edged sword, and piercing as far as the division of soul and spirit, of both joints and marrow, and able to judge the thoughts and intentions of the heart.”  This word cuts right through my rigid outer self and goes right to the heart of matter.  God’s word goes to my marrow – that which makes me live.  When I remember God’s word and then speak that word I affirm God’s divine presence in that moment. It is in that moment of understanding God’s divine presence that the great Physician is able do the surgery that is needed to bring me, the patient, to wholeness.  There is no anesthesia, I might add, except for the comfort of knowing that it is God (who is Love) doing the invasive work in my soul. I have survived many such surgeries and live to tell.

 All of this is to say that God’s Word memorized, recited and spoken out loud – my practice of lectio divina – has become a lamp to my feet and a light to my way in this ever darkening world.  With my backpack filled with trackbacks to God, I now walk the narrow way and this has made all the difference for my good.  Because the path I’m taking is narrow and the way is shadowed and dark I need light for my path; “Thy Word is Truth.”

 This is the message I have heard from him and declare to you: God is light; in him there is no darkness at all.