To Attack Christians and Jews is to Attack God

Today I thought about something that gives me hope for the upcoming election. Witches curse Donald Trump, and Christians pray for him.

You can look up stories about Satan’s servants gathering to curse Trump. Interesting thing: we haven’t seen any stories about them cursing liberals. Practitioners of witchcraft and Satan worship are overwhelmingly leftist.

Anyway, let’s think about Rabshakeh and Sennacherib.

Sennacherib was the king of Assyria, and he worshiped filthy, defeated spirits. He sent a servant the Bible calls Rabshakeh to Jerusalem to intimidate the Jews under King Hezekiah. “Rabshakeh” may actually be a title, not a name. He commanded them to surrender.

It wasn’t just a battle between kings. It was a battle of gods, or one God and some inferior, beaten spirits. Rabshakeh said this:

“Thus you shall speak to Hezekiah king of Judah, saying: ‘Do not let your God in whom you trust deceive you, saying, “Jerusalem shall not be given into the hand of the king of Assyria.” Look! You have heard what the kings of Assyria have done to all lands by utterly destroying them; and shall you be delivered? Have the gods of the nations delivered those whom my fathers have destroyed, Gozan and Haran and Rezeph, and the people of Eden who were in Telassar? Where is the king of Hamath, the king of Arpad, and the king of the city of Sepharvaim, Hena, and Ivah?’ ”

Attacking the Jews involved challenges, but attacking the creator of Rabshakeh and Sennacherib was a great deal worse. The heathens provoked God to prove his dominance and the feebleness of his enemies.

Hezekiah humbled himself and prayed, and Isaiah predicted that the Assyrians, who massed outside Jerusalem, would lose and be unable to shoot an arrow into the city. Then one night God killed 185,000 of the Assyrians. Sennacherib returned to Nineveh, and his sons eventually murdered him.

The story of the Exodus is similar. The Egyptians, and many Hebrews in Egypt, worshipped beaten spirits. Pharaoh believed he, himself, was a god. Through Moses and Aaron, God sent 10 plagues that not only weakened the Egyptians but humiliated the powerless spirits they served, as well as Pharaoh.

Non-Christian historians claim the Assyrians were disarmed by a sudden plague of field mice which ate their bowstrings and the straps of their shields. Somehow, this is supposed to suggest that God didn’t work a miracle to help his chosen. Is there any other story, in all of human history, of mice appearing instantly, in such great numbers they disarmed an army? Of course not. When God killed the Assyrians, it was a miracle, and if mice disarmed them, it was also a miracle.

It must be good for Christians when servants of broken spirits menace our friend Donald Trump and try to assert dominance over Jesus, the creator of worlds. There are times when God lets his rebellious children suffer defeat, but one would think he would be less willing to tolerate overt challenges to his own eternal and complete supremacy.

I would hate to see Trump lose. We could really use four more years of his help while the remnant gets it together.

When I was living in Israel, I had a vision. I woke up in the night, and my bed had turned 90 degrees so the foot faced east. I saw a quilt over me, and dead arms and legs are attached to the borders, perpendicular to them, flapping around frantically. At the foot of the bed, I saw what I thought was a woman with silvery hair. This person wore a pure white robe with a silver belt about 6 inches wide. This person’s arms were raised in worship. The face was raised to heaven. A light shone down on this person, like a spotlight from the throne of God.

I have always said it was a woman with short hair, like a man.

The other day, I saw myself in a video, and I looked familiar in a strange way. I looked like the person I saw at the foot of my bed in Israel. Maybe it wasn’t a woman. Maybe it was a vision of myself later in life. I didn’t get a long look, a robe is the same thing as a dress, and nearly any beardless person in a dress looks like a woman at first glance.

It made me wonder if it was a picture of me at the time I would be taken from the earth. My hair is getting that silvery look.

Before I got this idea, I had been having a strange feeling. I had the sensation that there was an invisible person who shared the same space I occupied, and that that person, not my physical self, felt the way a person feels before lightning strikes.

Before lightning strikes, people in the area may feel an electrical charge building on their skin. It makes hairs stand up.

Is supernatural lightning about to strike the earth? I keep feeling as though God is telling me I’m going to be raptured soon and that I won’t be around in 2021.

The Bible says Satan fell from heaven like lightning, and there is always symmetry in the supernatural. Maybe the raptured rise to heaven like lightning. Good and evil and triumph and defeat are all about direction. When Satan was in heaven, it did him no good, because he was headed for hell. We live on the roof of hell, but it does us no harm, because we’re on the way to Satan’s vacant office in heaven.

It seems like God should wait, because the world isn’t completely insane yet, and people are still being saved. Maybe I’m wrong, though. Maybe it’s sufficiently bad, and people are sufficiently stubborn, to motivate God to start using extremely painful means, through the tribulation, to convince the stubborn. Even if many people are moving toward God, maybe he has determined that many more would be saved if they had to endure the horrors of the apocalypse.

It’s hard for me to believe God would take me when I’ve accomplished nearly nothing for him. That’s on me, though. For over a decade, I have been trying to get cleaned up and aligned with the Holy Spirit, and I’ve been asking God to put me to work, but maybe it’s too little, too late.

The main thing I want is to miss the tribulation. I’m sick of humanity right now. I don’t want to be here when people are even more boneheaded, vicious, violent, proud, and filthy. Look how they act while they’re restrained by the prayers of God’s people. Imagine what they’ll be like when we’re gone.

I have to admit, part of me wishes I could see a little of it. I would like to see what pompous celebrities say on Twitter when it becomes obvious the apocalypse is in full flower. I would like to see their arrogant dismissals and fabricated explanations. I wonder what they will come up with. I can’t help but be curious.

Maybe in those days, female celebrities will wear nothing but face masks.

It’s a childish desire, though. When God releases you from something, let go and face forward. Savor what’s in front of you. It’s a bad idea to look back. Also, the suffering on Earth will be horrible to witness. From where I sit now, the tribulation is about as upsetting as a dental appointment, but if I could actually imagine it, I would wish I couldn’t.

The Bible says Jesus will come when the gospel has been preached to all peoples. Some think this hasn’t happened yet, but maybe it has. What may be the last frontier was breached in 2018. A young evangelist traveled to North Sentinel Island, where primitive, vile people are “protected” from helpful instruction by the Indian government. He was murdered before he could get through to them, but he went, nonetheless. Maybe that was enough. Some people say there are many peoples who haven’t heard about Jesus. I am highly skeptical. Books, periodicals, TV, and the Internet are everywhere, and evangelists have been at work for 2,000 years.

The word doesn’t say the gospel will be preached to every person. It only says it will be preached to every people. Is there any people which has had zero exposure?

Jesus said “the end,” not the rapture, would come when the gospel had been preached to all peoples. It may be that he meant the spread of the gospel would be completed during the tribulation. We know two witnesses will preach during that time.

If I’m still here a year from now, I’ll ascribe my feelings to confusion. It would be nice to be elsewhere, though. Try and imagine a life among faultless, brilliant people who love you more than your mother and agree with you about everything.

When I lived in Miami, I was surrounded by coarse peasants (I include the educated and successful) who were had the hearts of pigs. A pig naturally looks down at the earth all the time, hoping to find something nasty he can eat. He focuses on low things. People in Miami were crude, boorish, selfish, proud, racist, godless, prone to demon worship, and obnoxious. They made me hate leaving the house.

Then I moved to Northern Florida. Suddenly, everyone around me was polite. No one ever got angry at me. Seemed like everyone was a Christian. Strangers did nice things for me.

Moving to heaven should be the same kind of experience, only much better.