At least you can tell the difference. You can tell the difference, right?
You used to hear, “I’m not so sure there’s a God but I damn sure know there’s a devil.” I haven’t encountered anyone using that line in decades, but I see all these ridiculously obvious and immediately dismissible falsehoods coming up, so much gross wrongness visited upon small children in schools and libraries—if the sex-creeps don’t get them, we’ve got killer “v@cc1ne$” ready to roll—nothing but bald-faced lies (which so many people swallow whole!) told us by the government through the media, and I say if you can’t smell the brimstone, I can’t help you.
Fortunately, for those with eyes to see and ears to hear, there is a living God, His Son Christ Jesus (Whose very name inflames a certain minority demographic; one reason I know Jesus is Christ/Messiah), and a Holy Spirit Who provides strength while changing you for the better. Your problem with that is not mine, so shut up already. You’ve got your way to go. I’m struggling to stay on His. I don’t want to be anywhere near where you are when those trumpets blow louder than the klaxons on that train.
You say I’m, shoving my religion down your throat when yours is rubbed in my face every day. You call me Hitler and authoritarian while approving of people and businesses locked down, making people wear useless masks and—okay, enough of Wuhan Chinese Coronavirus COVID Flu Forever. Charges of hypocrisy and doublethink bead away from you like your hate-driven invectives of “racist” and “—phobic” should wash off well-meaning but deluded Christians.
Between disgust at this gay earth and fear of Christ Jesus Who returns to judge it, I struggle on, especially struggling for the compassion of Christ because hating the blank-eyed, smirking cultists calling me a cultist comes so easily. Which, when you think about it, is the first red flag….
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