Who To Trust.

 Who To Trust.

 

You already know the answer to this question/statement. It is an equation by the world’s standards. Relatively true, total lies, mock facts, suspicions, manufactured suppositions, AI generated possibilities, and political male bovine excretia are the usual suspects. Back in 1440, the printing press changed some things drastically. People began to have the opportunity to be educated to some degree. The Bible was published by some very courageous men—some of whom were murdered for their efforts. The Catholic Church did not regard a printed Bible as something that would help the masses understand Christianity because that book did not promote worship of Mary, the saints, the idols that were based on falsehoods, and other assorted propaganda. If a person actually was able to read the book and understand any of the New Testament, it was obvious that worship of God began with one verse: In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. Yes sir, John laid it on the line. He talked about the son of God, Jesus Christ. The first four gospels told the story, and the rest of the “story” explained why these men and women had no option than to trust that God had sent His son for their salvation.

 

Reading today the lessons on Daniel by Lehman Straus, it occurred to me that no church or organization before the Catholic Church had attempted to control man’s mind other than the original foundation of Babel. Bab el was supposed to mean gate of God. But when the word was changed to Babel, it meant confusion. That pretty much describes what Satan has given this world—confusion. We can believe his lies or we can learn more about what God expects of us by reading His word. Our choices matter.

 

Today the dogs have rested from all the effort they put forth this past weekend in barking at Shona and Albert’s grandchildren. They have lain around and kept close to me for some reason. Maybe they expected something else to happen. When my little walk down to Patty’s resulted in a bag of stuff for the hens, they had to inspect the milk and bread poured out for them. No, the dogs did not want any, thank you very much, but they wanted to know all about it. Sniff, sniff.

 

Gathered eggs so that tomorrow Dena will get an 18-pack for her family. We are meeting at Pioneer for lunch and a visit. Have a feeling we won’t even begin to touch all the things that Dena wants to talk about. She sounded not exactly hyper, but more as if she is about to burst with things she feels need to be said. Maybe others get that way sometimes, but it only happens to me rather seldom. Probably writing a blog takes care of all my little adventures and critter stories. For instance, yesterday the hens came and visited my two guests and allowed Laisha to hold one and let itself be petted. Today the hens burst across the yard when the old woman stepped onto the deck and hardly allowed me to get to the yard with the milk and bread! Ever tried to walk on chicken feet and not hurt one of them? Tripping is extra interesting.

 

Tonight, my prayers are with Danny and Sterling. It is really hard for a father to think that his child might leave this world before he does himself. May God bless Sterling, Danny, his wife Rachelle, and all of his family.

 

While we are on our knees, you all are aware of the mess in Texas, the children who need God’s healing, the state of our nation, and the awful confusion caused by politics and deceptions upon the minds of those who can’t see that we have only One to trust. Believe and trust in the only One who can and will change our world.

 

Rest well, my friends. You are loved.