Let Us Now Be Good Company

The French Café tells us we can frequent Parisian coffee shops of our choice, perhaps because of “the landlord’s personality, the clientele, the ambience, or the décor.”  In a rural setting we are told the décor of old country cafes is frugal, but that, “they often create their own atmosphere of romance and poetry with a remarkable economy of means.”

There is something particularly satisfying about creating our “own atmosphere of romance and poetry with a remarkable economy of means.”  You don’t need a new French Press to make coffee.  Indeed you can brew a satisfactory cup boiling it on the stovetop!

One of the best cups of coffee I’ve ever tasted was cheapo store brand coffee steaming hot out of a thermos.  I was in the back seat of my husband John’s truck, it was very cold outside, we were crossing a high mountain pass.  John was driving, my brother in the front seat with him, and my beloved, beloved sister-in-law sat beside me.  My sister-in-law is steady, to be depended upon to keep up her end of the positivity bargain at all times. I’ve been sharing meals with Liz since the seventh grade, and she hasn’t failed yet to be good and pleasant company, the kind of company that makes a meal a feast, in fact.

The flavor is enhanced by the setting and the company, so let’s all be sure we’re good company!

I was with good company last week driving with my daughter Rebekah and friend Pam when we got on that subject: politics–the fraudulent elections, disappointments being handed out by the Supreme Court (only Justice Thomas does not disappoint), traitors in Congress, small business woes, etc. Pam reached over and touched my arm. “I’m sorry,” she said, “for ranting about all that.”

But because she was ending all of it with her trust in God, with quoting and reminding us all of Psalm 37, with seeing all the good that is coming out of the bad (and there’s lots of it, especially in that Christians are humbly remembering who their Savior is), it wasn’t a rant. It was an air clearing and mutual exhortation among good company.

Keeping our eyes lifted doesn’t mean we don’t know what’s happening, or that we aren’t doing something about it. It just means we’re looking to our only hope. We’re keeping good company with good company.

Let’s enjoy life a little, and let me say it you and to myself again–let’s be good company.

A Sack Full of Poison, aka “Meds”

We were shocked and appalled at the deterioration in my uncle when he came to visit. His dull eyes and countenance, shuffling gait, and inability to follow the conversation were noted, and then understood, as he pulled out a sack rattling with numerous bottles of prescription meds.

What to do or say? Experience says there’s nothing to be said or done. God, also known as “my doctor” has spoken. But then my uncle got a break. His son said, “You’re coming home with me and we’re getting you off this crap, or I’m taking you to the nursing home right now.”

My uncle chose to go home with his son and within weeks he was off the meds, onto right eating and supplements, and was his old (brand new!) self.

I liken this sack full of meds and the exponential damage done as one insult is added to yet another; one side effect is “treated” with yet another poisonous cocktail; this ruining of the body’s inherent ability to heal itself if given time, nutrition, nature’s remedies and most of all prayers of faith; I liken all this to torturing a free-market economy with the deadly “cure” of socialism.

It aint natural, and it won’t work. It never has and it never will.

“Thank You for Not Yelling at Me!”

That was the response of the beautiful and unmasked woman I talked to today at Scheel’s. And I could so relate. I’ll return to this story, but first let’s talk about getting yelled at.

It was yesterday and along with a friend in a local grocery store, I was maskless. I was picking out mushrooms when I heard someone say, “Thank you, Ladies.” She was thanking us for joining her in resisting the evil, unlawful, useless, stupid, unhealthy, devisive edict (not a law) to wear masks in Colorado.

Now, before I go on with getting yelled at, let me give you some background. I had discussed my reasons for wearing masks in small businesses, with my friend, who never, no not ever, wears a mask. I explained to her that I know of busybodies who call the health department, whose little minions then come and exercise their newfound power by threatening small business owners over not policing their stores.

Since small businesses are falling like rain in our state (this before a possible Biden Admin $15.00 minimum wage, which will be, according the those I’ve talked to, the end) I don’t want to add to their problems, and therefore I wear the stupid, useless, stifling, germ-filled, unhealthy, unlawful, and did I mention stupid and useless masks (if you don’t believe me, stop listening to the establishment media and so some research, such as Dr. Lee Merritt’s findings-see the bottom of this post). My friend was swayed not at all, but did talk to the store owners, saying, “Do you want my business or not? I’ll shop without a mask, or I’ll not shop at all. It’s up to you.” They assured her they wanted her business and so I joined her in, gasp, showing my entire face.

Back to the lady who thanked us for daring to show our faces in public, our buddy-in-bravery, Sherry. We’re having a great time. Sherry explains that her son was just fired for not wearing his mask on a construction site, but that the day was still marvelous as she’d talked a 19-year-old out of an abortion earlier in the day. She talked about how she and her husband left their mega church due to its pitiful and pathetic and faithless reponse to our evil state government’s unlawful edicts, about treating COVID with Ivermectin, about this and that, and so much more.

And then. From across the produce section and over by the deli, we hear a shout, “Put on your masks!” Sherry says, “Are you protecting me with that mask? I Conceal Carry, and I’m protecting you.”

This is not the kind of person who approves of Conceal Carry. This is the type of jello person (and she looks the part) who will hide under the tomatoes and scream and cry and beg and plead with a shooter. And die. My buddy adds her two-cents about the masks being worthless, and our assailant is yet unmoved.

It’s my turn. “We’re not supposed to live in fear,” I call out.

“I’m not afraid,” she yells.

“Yes, you are. We’re commanded by Jesus not to fear.”

Game over. She’s gone.

The moral of this story: Whatever the problem, situation, or conversation–Jesus is the Answer.

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Back to Lady Beautiful in Scheels.

I’m standing next to John who is checking out and I notice this marvelous looking young woman on the other side of the checker. She has luxuriant black hair, down to her waist and curly. Her skin is flawless and her make-up perfect. Most of all, her face is compelling–intelligent and lovely. I step around in front of her (I’m maskless, by the way). “Thank you,” I say, “For not wearing your mask.” She looks wary, like she’s waiting for the “punch” line. I smile. “For showing your entire beautiful face.”

She relaxes visibly. “Thank you for not yelling at me.”

Ladies and Gentlemen, if you think that dog-training mask will save you, if it makes you feel (SO FALSELY) safe, then by all means wear it. But remember, if it’s really that almighty and powerful, you don’t need to worry about my not wearing one. Just be glad of my certain and emminent demise.

And just one more thing while we’re at it. Stop with the child abuse of making your kids wear masks. JUST SAY NO!

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Dr. Lee Merritt’s Impressive and Astouding Findings

Fear Not, Only Believe

We have a pretend president, a commander-in-thief, a puppet in the White House. Seeing the presidency stolen from the people’s choice, Donald Trump, was a bitter pill. But there is a greater ill to overcome, there is that crying out in repentance we must do, that cloak of humility we must don.

Our hearts condemn us, and we are prey to fear when we keep our eyes on the antics of the Workers of Iniquity, rather than keeping a laser focus on the Word of God.

Let us see everything as working together for the good of those who love God, as we are promised. Let us believe the promises of the One who cannot lie, rather than fear the Father of Lies.

Fear Not, Only Believe!

Opportunities Here, There and Everywhere!

To trust. In God. What other option do we have? Faith in God is the only sensible choice. The Bible tells us to “choose Life” and it’s time to do that, and do it literally.

Choose Life. I read today (from Jay Sekulow) that over 40% of all deaths worldwide are abortion deaths. The choosing of death. I pondered this horror, and I said to my husband, John, “I wonder if God’s waiting on His people to care more about the blood of the innocents than about our own sweet asses.”

“You know,” I added, “People don’t talk or think about abortion because it’s too horrible.” Well, Dear Reader, it’s time to say “Enough!” to the walking around puddles of blood running in the streets. God help and heal and forgive us all.

I prayed for our hearts, that whatever fears, whatever evils lurking within be exposed, repented of, changed. Let us choose Life in every way we can possibly choose Life. Let us choose the soul-cleansing Blood of the Lamb, and the power therein.

The Fat Lady is Singing, but it’s NOT Over!

Well, you have what you say, and as a man thinketh, so (s)he is, so let’s not be talking about being fat. But let’s do sing! Day before yesterday as I dug deep into the Word, and cried out to God like I meant business, I got a gift. I got peace. And then a bit of joy, and then peace and joy.

By that evening I was so full of a joyous anticipation of what God is doing and about to do, I couldn’t sleep. By the next day I was light on my feet, and in my heart. I was out from under a burden so very heavy, a burden to pray that has grown as I have grown stronger to carry it. Something shifted. Was the spiritual victory won, or was God giving me a bit of a break from intercession? Whatever the cause, for the first time since Covid Craziness began I felt free.

And I began to sing: Good Christian men, rejoice, with heart and soul and voice . . . And I began to run about the house doing Karate moves and singing “Horse and Rider” — I will sing unto the Lord, for He has triumphed gloriously, the horse and rider thrown into the sea.

GOD IS ABOUT TO THROW SOME HORSES AND RIDERS INTO THE SEA, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN. Pull up your chairs for front row viewing and pay attention, and do whatever He says to do. I don’t know how this is all going to play out, but I know He is to be trusted. Absolutely. And fear is to be crushed. Absolutely.

Yay, Hallelujah, Yay!

Please Pray for Us!

It’s two days until the American Presidential election, and I’m calling to my readers worldwide to please pray for a free election on Tuesday, November 3, 2020.  Trump voters’ ballots are being discovered in ditches and dumpsters, and last minute millions are being poured into anti-Trump advertising, full of outright lies.

This election should be a landslide victory for our president, and therefore for every American.  But never in my lifetime has any president been so vilified, hated, lied about, and persecuted day in and day out.  It has been beyond belief.

The enemies of freedom are as rabid wolves who have tasted blood.  There is no reasoning, no logic, no sense of any kind to be found in the vitriol that comes out of their slavering mouths.

Enslaved themselves, they seek to enslave.  Fear-filled themselves, they peddle fear.

No fear here.  Still, if you would, please pray.  Thank you very much.