Have we become the new Egypt?

I was reading Exodus 12 when those dates in there stood out. 2020 was a year that will go down in history as a virus plagued every continent and every household with restricted freedoms. Now, I’m not a theologian, having studied the scriptures for years. Just an ordinary guy who has been redeemed and believe this bible I hold is the truth above everything else. It is our guidepost for life. So, when reading Exodus this morning, those dates rang a bell in my consciousness.  The world has just celebrated the beginning of a new year. Here in the USA, on the 21st of this month, our presidential election will be history.

Exodus 12:1-2 “And Jehovah spake unto Moses and Aaron in the land of Egypt, saying. This month shall be unto you the beginning of months: it shall be the first month of the year to you.” This is the Passover’s story when Jehovah plagued the firstborn of everyone in Egypt, except the Israelites who had put the blood of the lamb on their doorposts. In verse 18: “In the first month, on the fourteenth day of the month, ye shall eat unleavened bread until the one and twentieth day of the month at even.”

Is there a connection, a meaning there for us, the people of American, the citizens of the world to return to the ONE God in all we stand for?  The past fifty years or so our leaders have bent over backwards toward appeasement. They have okayed the killing of the unborn. They have okayed sodomy. They have downplayed the sacred rights of marriage. They have okayed taking God out of our schools. The leaders look to Technology to run our lives, to keep us safe, and to leaving the Jehovah God out of the equation. The leaders have been conditioning us to keep our religious convictions secret, as it might offend others. Sure, many of us attend church each week, but is that it?  We have been accumulating stuff while seeking pleasure over righteousness.

Redeemed by the Blood.

“Life is senseless. There’s no meaning. It all comes to nothing anyway, so why not. Yeah!  I lost that desire to create something new, and I turned to drowning my sorrows.

And then one day at home watching a ball game while having a few beers and snacks, I looked up and saw the picture hanging on the wall. Back to the ball game and another gulp of beer, I looked at it again. I liked the beautiful oak frame, while Angelia loved the picture. She proudly hung it above the entertainment center, where we couldn’t neglect seeing it every day, as we relaxed watching a movie.

Back and forth, my eyes drifted between the picture and the game. Over and over again.  The picture slowly became my focus.

My soul was seeing it as if for the first time. It, that artistic painting for some strange reason, yet now not strange, appeared alive to me.  I saw the blood pouring out of his sides, his arms, shoulders, feet, and wrists, the blood dropping to the ground. The blood coming out of those thorns around his forehead, dripping down his cheeks and jaw, mingling with the flow from the other side, gathering on his neck and down to his chest. I saw the lifeless eyes, eyebrows sticking out, and his head hanging low to one side as he is suspended from that wooden cross.

Inside each drop of blood, I began to see videos exploding within each droplet of the wrongs I had committed throughout my life. What I had done to a girl while in the third grade, what I had called schoolmates, my secret transgressions, the lies I told, the items I pocketed without paying, and thousands more including actions I would never have considered as having crossed the line. Still, motion pictures and movies of all my wrongdoings coming alive out of each drop of blood, and then disappearing back into the drops.

I fell to my knees and sobbed. I felt ashamed. I wept. I cried out.

All those wrongs were now wiped away, and I was forgiven. I was healed. I was starting over. A new person.  I wept again, this time with joy running over.

Life had meaning again, and I have not felt sorry for myself since His light penetrated my darkness.”

Copied from the book “Log Cabin Escape.”

Sam is talking to the Boy Scouts.

“You pledge that you will … do your duty to God. What duty do you have to God? Duty is a word that means you are expected or required to do something as an obligation. You are obligated to someone for something, perhaps because something was done to or for you and you owe that one something in return. Now, it’s expected of you. You are required to do something.  No second-guessing. No questions asked. You’ve been informed as to what is required, so you do it as a duty.

“But what did God do for you that you owe the Almighty something in return?  You’re living, you’ve got life inside your body. God gave you the ability to choose, to reason, to imagine. You have a body to navigate around this world. God has done it all for You. He created this marvelous universe and put you here in this particular spot where you can breathe and learn to live abundantly enjoying the benefits of a sun rising every day, with animals to enjoy and feed on, water to drink. And in these waters fish to catch and eat. You have others to talk and fellowship with, and on and on.

“God has done this for you, so what do you have to give as a . . . duty . . . in return for this life you’ve been given? God has also sacrificed His only Son for you. So how do you repay Him for that?  You choose to live the way God wants you to live; no lying, no stealing, no cheating, none of that wanting what your neighbor has. And, yes, there’s usually an and. And, you want to tell others about this gift.

“On your honor, you will do that, right? It is your duty to God to live that way.

Our Race dialog is wrong.

“There is only one human race, not dozens, all of us descendants of Adam through Noah. But because of our gravitation to disobedience, we’ve been dispersed into various shades of that one beginning. Shouldn’t our physical differences be a sign to us, a reminder of that first disobedience? No, we don’t think about it like that, do we?  No, our thinking dominates toward the present circumstances. We don’t call dark-skinned horses blacks; no, they’re horses. They are one and all the same. It’s that invisible enemy with continual suggestions dividing us.”

Copied from the soon to be published novel “Log cabin Life.”

E pluribus unum.

Ah this Latin phrase has been a popular motto here in the US of A. “Out of many, One.” Yes, the country grew great as immigrants from all over the world sailed to their new home in the west easily accepting the diverse multitudes. My grandparents immigrated here from Sweden. Growing up in Chicago, I’ve visiting China town, had dinner in German restaurants, visited a Swedish fellowship where only Swedish was talked, drove through a Jewish and an African neighborhood. The high school was biracial. As a whole everyone was accepted. We were peacefully tolerating our different paths.

Accepting, not really, as our history tells a very different story at times. Just a few examples. We’ve slaved those from Africa to the cotton fields. We’ve pushed the native Americas aside. We fought against the Spaniards inhabiting the south. During the great second war, we rounded up the Japanese into interment camps as their home rulers attacked us first. And here we are now facing all of this head on that’s dividing us away from e pluribus unum.

E unum pluribus is the solution by reversing the original motto to “Out of One Many.” Jesus, the One, the original son of God begetting many other sons of God, us, natural humans of every continent believing and practicing the commandment to “Love one another.”

Weak or Strong?

“When I am weak, then am I strong.” 2 Corinthians 12:10. Yes, many parts of this physical body are weak. My eyes have glasses. My ears have devises. It comes with age, we are told. I can’t do the ten push-ups I could once easily do. I trouble to do sit-ups. Yet I can still walk, but to ride a bicycle, puts the body at unsteadiness. How then did the ancients manage for hundreds without glasses and ear helpers?

This minute I can breathe providing me with a steady heart-beat, pulsating lungs, tightening muscles, and feeling the warm flowing waters over my hands. That’s the physical. God has become my strength. Knowing Him is my strength as He will not leave me. Always there, here right now. Yes, the Great I Am, the Creator, Loving, Benevolent Sustainer walked me through yesterday and will be at my side as the strong soul continues to strengthen the spiritual me.

Yes, I admit I am weak, but still strong.

Boy Scout Oath.

Samuel is talking to the scout troop.

“You pledge that you will … do your duty to God. What duty do you have to God? Duty is a word that means you are expected or required to do something as an obligation. You are obligated to someone for something, perhaps because something was done to or for you and you owe that one something in return. Now, it’s expected of you. You are required to do something.  No second-guessing. No questions asked. You’ve been informed as to what is required, so you do it as a duty.

“But what did God do for you that you owe the Almighty something in return?  You’re living, you’ve got life inside your body. God gave you the ability to choose, to reason, to imagine. You have a body to navigate around this world. God has done it all for You. He created this marvelous universe and put you here in this particular spot where you can breathe and learn to live abundantly enjoying the benefits of a sun rising every day, with animals to enjoy and feed on, water to drink. And in these waters fish to catch and eat. You have others to talk and fellowship with, and on and on.

“God has done this for you, so what do you have to give as a . . . duty . . . in return for this life you’ve been given? God has also sacrificed His only Son for you. So how do you repay Him for that?  You choose to live the way God wants you to live; no lying, no stealing, no cheating, none of that wanting what your neighbor has. And, yes, there’s usually an and. You want to tell others about this gift.

These are perilous times.

As this country and the world is experiencing the pandemic of a virus, the demands of the authorities, plus the looting violence of the rioters.  These are troubling times.  We need  God’s blessings and protection.

I’ve had this idea.

2 Chronicles 7:14 states:  ““If my people, which are called by my name, shall humble themselves, and pray, and seek my face, and turn from their wicked ways; then will I hear from heaven, and will forgive their sin, and will heal their land.”

What effect would this have on us and the community, if ALL the churches in Broken Arrow, Every protestant denomination church, along with all the catholic churches would gather a bunch, 50, 100 or more from each church to stand together along 71st st for one day, possibly a Saturday morning, holding signs such as LOA (Love one another) and at a certain time kneel and pray together.  We would be presenting a united body of Christ to the community and possibly the media would post it.  And to God we would humble ourselves by putting our theological differences aside by seeking God’s face, grace and mercy together as one body, by turning away from our selfish ways.  Would we get the healing of the wicked ways of our society?