Social Proximation Alert

This weekend, something remarkable may happen. I’m scheduled to have overnight guests.

Guests! In my house! Breathing the same air!

A Democrat governor should swoop in, hanging from a black helicopter, wearing a HEPA-filtered, lead-lined coronaburqa, to spirit me away to a hermetically sealed cell full of Antifa pamphlets and gay pride literature.

I suppose there will not be a lot of hugging or handshaking, but we won’t be wearing diving suits, either.

My friends Alonzo and Teri are planning to come by and invade my guest bedrooms with their 5 kids, one of which is my goddaughter. I use words like “planning” and “scheduled” because my friends have a way of not showing up, but at least we have clear intentions to socialize.

I don’t know what I’ll do with them. I have to figure that out. I assume the kids will spend most of the time in the pool. I don’t know if we’ll be able to go to restaurants. They’re open here, but there may be limitations. I don’t know how they feel when 8 people show up at once.

Are we risking death? Well, as of yesterday, this county had 240 known covid cases, and that includes people who are well and no longer contagious. Based on the length of time that has passed since testing began, I would guess that we only have a few dozen active known cases.

I feel like getting out of the chair and putting my face on the floor and thanking God. In fact, I will.

I’m back. Glad I vacuumed.

Joy is coming back into my life, courtesy of God. Grieving over my loss has been very painful at times, and during the first week I felt as though my purpose here on Earth had been largely nullified, but as God has told me, the way I feel isn’t controlled by my circumstances, and he is able to pour joy and peace into me regardless of what has happened.

If it makes sense to say there are sad things about Spirit-filled Christianity, one of them is this: youth tends to be a much less pleasant time than our later years. People want to be happy when they’re young. They want to be financially comfortable. They want to be successful in marriage and reproduction. They want to have victory in their careers. We talk of getting good things while we’re young enough to enjoy them. Unfortunately, youth is typically a time of weakness and defeat unless we get with God’s program early.

My life is vastly better than it used to be. Sometimes I remember things about the past, and I’m surprised to see how much better things are now.

I used to have headaches every day. I suppose this was true for over 4 decades. I assumed nothing could be done about it. This week I realized I don’t even think about headaches any more. I may have had one the last time I was sick. I’m not sure. I have ibuprofen, but I don’t use it for headaches.

I used to be surrounded by people who treated me badly and got victory over me. Relatives, pastors, employers, co-workers, people I encountered on the web…they caused a lot of problems. Now they’re gone. I don’t even get trolls on my blog. They used to swarm the comments.

I worried a lot, even though I hated worry. I think most people who worry do it willingly. I stopped worrying. A man prayed for me at a Last Reformation event in January and cast out spirits of worry, and I don’t worry now.

I was depressed until I was about 30. It was my normal state. Some people live to seek success and improve their lives. I lived on defense. All I wanted was to be left alone. I don’t mean I wanted to be alone. “Left alone is an idiom.” I wanted rest. I wanted shelter from an endless stream of problems and failures.

I don’t get depressed, unless you count rare, fleeting occasions. To understand depression, I now have to concentrate and bring back memories of my former life.

I feel good physically. I have some little issues, but I almost never take medicine. I took some painkillers on one occasion in January, but I can’t recall the last time I took medicine before that. I used to take acid blockers, ibuprofen, and other things to get me through my days. I used a great deal of caffeine. Not any more.

I get to do things I wanted to do but could not. I wanted to live in the country on a large piece of land. Here I am. I wanted to live in the South. Here I am. I wanted to live among law-abiding American Christians and conservatives. Here I am.

I wanted a lot of tools. I have them. I machine. I weld. I fix electronic devices. I have a tractor and chainsaws.

I wanted to be able to shoot without driving half an hour in horrid traffic and being herded into a crowded range with ridiculous rules created in obeisance to liberal politicians. Now I walk 40 feet from my house and blast away. If I want to shoot targets, I hop in my cart and drive to the berm in my pasture.

I hated Miami so much. I can’t describe it. I was like a prisoner who wanted to break out. I’m so happy to be free. I still can’t get completely used to it. Can it really be true that I won’t have to go back? Miserable place. It’s too bad we can’t rip Miami and New York out of the ground, move them to a desert in Mongolia, and surround them with steel walls.

As far as I know, my friend Travis has not been buried yet. I don’t like the idea of refrigerating a body for three weeks so morticians have to shoot chemicals into it and cake wax on it to hide the dehydration and deterioration. The only announcement I have heard said he was going to be buried on May 30, 20 days after his death. I’m not going to the funeral because I want nothing to do with the hypocrites and racists that made up much of his social circle.

I’m thinking about this now because Travis and I used to talk about Miami a lot. We agreed that it was a terrible place to live, and I told him how I had prayed God would help me never to go back. Sometimes he would call about a problem, and he would say he wanted to work things out so I didn’t have to visit. He said he didn’t want to drag me back there.

It’s very fitting that I’m not going to the funeral. He didn’t want me to have to go to Miami while he was alive, and there is no way he wants to bring that misfortune on me now that he is gone.

When we talked about the area where I live, he invariably said he was jealous. He always said the best people he knew were leaving Miami, and he wanted to join them.

Life keeps getting better for me. If you’re really Spirit-led, that’s how it’s supposed to be. You can’t be considered a success unless things get better with time and then end well. If the best part of your life happened 20 years ago, something is wrong with your relationship with God. As the Bible says, “Better is the end of a thing than the beginning thereof.” If you own the end, you own the whole thing.

Travis’s death caused me a great deal of suffering, but the hard days are over, and things are going to keep improving. Surely God will reward Satan by sending me multiple people to take Travis’s place. I’m not going to end in failure. Even in Travis’s case, I won. Before I knew him, he was headed for hell. I was one of the people God used to help him receive eternal salvation.

The other day I wrote about a revelation I had. God showed me that I should call him my master. I do that all the time now. I wish I could help people understand how powerful it is. I can feel the Holy Spirit growing in power in me when I say it. I feel weight falling off of me. It’s a way of acknowledging that only God gives me victory and good things. When you acknowledge this, he works with more power. He doesn’t want you to help yourself and build up pride.

God isn’t a genie who shows up to give us what we want, without asking for anything in return. He expects us to be willing slaves who are determined to be one with him. A good master feeds his slaves well. He gives them the best medical care. He gives them the best tools and the best workspace he can afford. He gives them complete protection. When he sends them out in his name, he backs them up 100% with his power and authority. What’s not to like?

The word “slave” is deceptive because human slavemasters generally coerce. Satan coerces. You sin until you get a habit, and then the habit takes away your free will. Satan is a pimp. God’s slaves serve by their own free will. They can quit whenever they want.

I’m finally cutting back on reading the news. Covid got me started again. I love not reading that mess.

Why should I read it? It’s for citizens of the world who are Satan’s subjects. I’m a citizen of another country, and I’m not subject to the laws and dangers of this place. If I were visiting Botswana, would I read the newspapers and get upset over politics and problems? Of course not. Those issues are for citizens of Botswana. Why should I waste a lot of time reading about the misery carnal Americans live in? If they want to rip each other’s throats out and insult each other and spit at God, that’s on them. Like a friend of mine says, “Not my circus, not my monkeys.”

I’m an enemy agent; an insurgent. I call people to become citizens of my country. I don’t have to get bogged down in their foreign squabbles. America has economic problems? God says he will supply me abundantly. America has diseases? God says no plague will come near my dwelling. Anti-Christians are becoming more and more violent, and they will eventually form mobs and come after us? God protected Lot, Moses, and Jesus from mobs.

I live in a different reality. I’m here, but I’m not here. We have seen how COVID-19 hits anti-Christian areas much harder than Christian areas. That’s a picture of the way God wants us to live.

If you want life to go smoothly, it’s extremely important to pray in tongues every day. A lot. It’s very important to ask God for correction and revelation. It’s important to remove preachers from betweed you and God. The Bible says God will teach you directly.

It’s important to submit. You have to understand that God is your master, not your concierge or butler.

You need to listen to the Bible. Read it, but also listen to it.

You have to stop trying to change the world. You have to stop trying to adapt to it. Accept the fact that you are rejected, and get used to helping individuals, not neighborhoods, cities, or nations.

Be glad you’re rejected. Satan keeps his enemies close.

I love God’s joy. I have to decide what to do with it. The pool needs some work. I need to get the house ready for guests. I should go buy some driveway sealer. Joy gives you enthusiasm to get things done, because it fills you with hope. It destroys discouragement.

Favor is everything. Line yourself up to receive it. Stop trying to get God to do things your way.

Hope this helps.