I started following Dilara Esengil on twitter a few months ago.
Do I agree with everything she tweets or writes? No
However, this was a good article she shared on her blog.
Surprised? NO Shocked? NO Only proves the point that we have to endure this slander for another week. Thanks Jeff Flack.
Pray for the Kavanaugh family.
Two scriptures came to mind yesterday:
Matt 5:37, “Let your yes be yes and your no be no”.
Exodus 20:16 Don’t bear false witness against your neighbor.
Two or three witnesses were needed in ancient Hebrew law to establish a claim under civil law or a crime under criminal law. A false witness could lie under oath during judicial proceedings in order to establish guilt in a criminal case, or fault in a civil case. Since judgment based on false testimony could destroy the life or property of innocent human beings and discredit a country’s system of justice, the penalty for perjury was very severe.
Knowing what we know now, doesn’t this speech make more sense?
A few months ago I had what some would call a revelation. You can judge for yourself but suddenly a lot of my life experiences came together. A big Aha moment.
I haven’t written on the “lie of brain death” in over a year. Even today as I was researching for this post, I feel SICK at my stomach. I have flashbacks to what we experienced at Vanderbilt when my son, Jamie was forced to be removed from the ventilator.
From the time I was in high school, I have always had a pull on my heart towards injustice. Back in my high school days, we were not allowed to wear pants to school. (I know shocking, right?)
One of my high school teachers, Mrs. Howard (who always had a scripture on the blackboard every day) Again shocking. Well, Mrs. Howard had assigned us a project of writing a proposal on what we would like to see changed in our high school, Paducah-Tilghman and the steps to go about it.
I can’t remember the details of what I wrote but the theme was, we should be allowed to wear slacks on days the temperature was below 32 degrees. Sounds crazy now since I have lived in Michigan for 37 years and that doesn’t seem cold me to me anymore.
My proposal won and I was invited to present my case to the Principal.
With fear and trepidation, I walked into the principal’s office and advocated for my case. The rule change was accepted and we could now wear long pants to school on the days the temperature was below 32 degrees.
I share that little slice of my life to show that even at the young age of 15-16 I had a passion to speak up when I saw things that I felt were wrong and needed to be changed. I went on to get my college degree being in Social Work from the University of Kentucky. Even though I only worked professionally in Social Work for a few years I was able to use those skills. That God-given passion and drive has quietly pushed me forward in my advocacy for the voices of those who can not speak for themselves.
I know it sounds cliche’ but when you get to be as old as I am, we are able to look back and see our lives are truly a journey. Our journey is not straight by any means but is shaped by many turning points, and ups and downs. Our journey in life can be similar to viewing the backside of a gorgeous tapestry. It is a jumbled mess of stitches and knots some long, some short and nothing really makes sense.The backside is far from beautiful.
But when you turn the tapestry over you can see the astonishing beauty of what God has done in your life along the journey.
The truth is that we rarely see what God sees, but occasionally He gives us a glimpse at what He has woven into the fabric of our life.
One of my favorite parts of the movie, The Shack was when Sarayu takes Mack to the garden and he says, “it is mess” as he was looking at the weeds. Sarayu laughs and says yes it is but we see it as beautiful. When they are walking into the garden with the camera shots at ground level it does look like a garden that needs weeding and care. However, as the camera zooms out you can see one, big beautiful garden all detailed and ordered…perfection.
This last year I began to follow a lady on Twitter name Sibel Edmonds. I really liked what she tweeted and after a while began to do more research on her. I came across her book, The Classified Woman written in 2012.
The events that happened to Sibel when she was hired as a translator for the FBI after 9/11 are almost unbelievable and too shocking for words. I’m not going to tell her story, just buy and read the book. I could not do it justice. But, wow the impact it had on my life was shocking and a real eye-opener.
One day while reading Classified Woman, Christa and I were walking out of the Saline Rec Center and tears were running down my eyes. I could not hold them back.
Christa said, “mom, what is wrong?”
“I feel like everything I have been taught is a lie.”
Christa said, “mom, stop reading THAT book if it is going to make you so sad and upset.”
How do you put truth back in a bottle once you know it? How do you deny what is right before your eyes? How do you stop believing when you know the truth?”
“Ok, mom, I get it, but I hate to see you this upset over a book,” Christa said.
You see my aha moment was this: suddenly it all fell into place and involved ALL the issues I have cared about in my journey. It was like the camera zooming out in the Shack and I could suddenly see an orderly pattern.
All those individual horrifying issues suddenly came together as one, and I realized that they were ALL interconnected under the name of lies, deception, and corruption. I’m not gonna smooth it over… it hit me hard, like a ton of bricks.
How could this be?
When you look above at the issue I have advocated for over the years they look so different, but they are really not. Like spokes on a wheel, they all revolve around the core of false truths and systemic corruption. Most of it starting and ending laws we have allowed our government to codify. Laws that squeeze our freedom and liberty as individuals. Laws that justify killing, the taking of human life when it is simply NOT our job. It makes me sick and grieves my soul.
Once you see the dark side—whether catching a glimpse or being locked behind one of its infinite doors—you cannot go back, put it behind or pretend it never existed. You can try, but it doesn’t work. The more we know, the better our chances to conquer it, to reclaim what is lost or threatened. It will always be an uphill battle, of that there can be no doubt, but none of us should ever give up hope; too much is at stake, the price of silence too steep. Edmonds, Sibel D. Classified Woman-The Sibel Edmonds Story: A Memoir
Go into ALL the WORLD and preach the gospel is not limited to simply praying the sinner’s prayer and sitting in church. What we believe and practice privately is also applicable to All of public life.
We as Christians are called to be salt and light. Salt permeates and preserves. Light exposes darkness. Expressing Christ in the culture is one of the things God has called believers to do.
Jesus taught us to pray, “Thy Kingdom come ON earth as it is in heaven.”
God wants our lives to be expressed in ALL human culture. Going into all the world being salt and light includes many things….art, medicine, politic’s, social justice etc…
Very few people are called to fight all the evil we see in the world, but we can ALL fight for truth when we see it and know it. I am grateful that all these issues were not revealed to me ALL at once, but one by one I became aware over the last 37 years.
By letting our lights shine and being a voice for the innocent and our children we can all be apart of exposing the darkness. Instead of screaming at the TV in your living room (which is nothing but a propaganda machine churning out lies) find your calling.
Be a light, expose the darkness…do not bury your head in the sand and think it will just go away or someone else will do it.
It won’t and they won’t.
TODAY we live in a generation that advocates participation trophies, heightened vaccination schedules, social engineering, Identity politics, globalist indoctrination, socialism, spying, government oppression, killing babies, selling their body parts, and the media’s lies and fear mongering.
We can’t let the generation we are living in keep us quiet by hiding the truth under a bushel.
When I first started writing on the “brain death” lie and what my research had found, it was hard and it was a lot of fear and trepidation. Don’t you think I knew it was going against the grain?
Martin Luther said it so eloquently,
“If I profess with the loudest voice and clearest exposition every portion of the truth of God except that little point which the world and the Devil are at that moment attacking, I am not confessing Christ, however boldly I may be professing Christ. Where the battle rages, there the loyalty of the soldier is proved, and to be steady on all the battlefield besides, is mere flight and disgrace if he flinches at that point.”
I found the Book of Job very comforting to me during the loss of so many of our family members lives. This morning as I was praying for my many friends in Florida I began reading it again.
If you didn’t know, Job was a good man who bore unbearable tragedies. After suffering so much, he and his friends try to figure out why such disasters would happen to him.
The book of Job asks us to look beyond blame, accept uncertainty, and trust God for what we cannot see or control. Basically look to Him in the midst of the storm.
Job was a wealthy man whose possessions included 7,000 sheep, 3,000 camels, 500 yokes of oxen, 500 female donkeys, and tons of servants.
Job also had 7 sons and three daughters.
He lost them ALL for awhile….
Job had been begging God to speak to him and God finally spoke from the EYE OF THE VIOLENT STORM:
“Why do you confuse the issue?
Why do you talk without knowing what you’re talking about?
Pull yourself together, Job!
Up on your feet! Stand tall!
I have some questions for you,
and I want some straight answers.
Where were you when I created the earth?
Tell me, since you know so much!
Who decided on its size? Certainly, you’ll know that!
Who came up with the blueprints and measurements?
How was its foundation poured,
and who set the cornerstone,
While the morning stars sang in chorus
and all the angels shouted praise?
And who took charge of the ocean
when it gushed forth like a baby from the womb?
That was me! I wrapped it in soft clouds,
and tucked it in safely at night.
Then I made a playpen for it,
a strong playpen so it couldn’t run loose,
And said, ‘Stay here, this is your place.
Your wild tantrums are confined to this place.’
“And have you ever ordered Morning, ‘Get up!’
told Dawn, ‘Get to work!’
So you could seize Earth like a blanket
and shake out the wicked like cockroaches?
As the sun brings everything to light,
brings out all the colors and shapes,
The cover of darkness is snatched from the wicked—
they’re caught in the very act!
“Have you ever gotten to the true bottom of things,
explored the labyrinthine caves of the deep ocean?
Do you know the first thing about death?
Do you have one clue regarding death’s dark mysteries?
And do you have any idea how large this earth is?
Speak up if you have even the beginning of an answer.
“Do you know where Light comes from
and where Darkness lives
So you can take them by the hand
and lead them home when they get lost?
Why, of course, you know that.
You’ve known them all your life,
grown up in the same neighborhood with them!
“Have you ever traveled to where snow is made,
seen the vault where hail is stockpiled,
The arsenals of hail and snow that I keep in readiness
for times of trouble and battle and war?
Can you find your way to where lightning is launched,
or to the place from which the wind blows?
Who do you suppose carves canyons
for the downpours of rain, and charts
the route of thunderstorms
That bring water to unvisited fields,
deserts no one ever lays eyes on,
Drenching the useless wastelands
so they’re carpeted with wildflowers and grass?
And who do you think is the father of rain and dew,
the mother of ice and frost?
You don’t for a minute imagine
these marvels of weather just happen, do you?
“Can you catch the eye of the beautiful Pleiades sisters,
or distract Orion from his hunt?
Can you get Venus to look your way,
or get the Great Bear and her cubs to come out and play?
Do you know the first thing about the sky’s constellations
and how they affect things on Earth?
“Can you get the attention of the clouds,
and commission a shower of rain?
Can you take charge of the lightning bolts
and have them report to you for orders?
What Do You Have to Say for Yourself?
“Who do you think gave weather-wisdom to the ibis,
and storm-savvy to the rooster?
Does anyone know enough to number all the clouds
or tip over the rain barrels of heaven
When the earth is cracked and dry,
the ground baked hard as a brick?
“Can you teach the lioness to stalk her prey
and satisfy the appetite of her cubs
As they crouch in their den,
waiting hungrily in their cave?
And who sets out food for the ravens
when their young cry to God,
fluttering about because they have no food?”
So God gave Job double of what he lost.
However, he only gave Job back 7 sons and 3 daughters, which the SAME amount he lost.
I always wondered why? Until…
I realized that Jobs other children were still ALIVE in heaven.
After this, Job lived 140 years and saw his sons and his grandsons, four generations.
Then he died, an old man who had lived a long, full life.
We will all suffer in this life. It is appointed to mankind to suffer. It is a fallen world. We may not know the “why” today but some day we probably will. Instead of asking “why”, we should ask “what”.
What is God up to?
What is God trying to do in me?
The “why” will have to wait for someday in eternity.
My prayer for my Florida friends today is that you will be safe and run into the arms of the one who is waiting, the great comforter. In the midst of violent hurricanes or calm, normal days He is there and He is Lord and in control.
*If you are interested in more of Job, what else happened to him, what his friends tried to convince him was wrong and other things he said, this is a good place to start.*