Smart Preppers Prepare Supernaturally

I’m fasting today.

Generally, I keep it quiet when I fast. Jesus discouraged people from making a show of fasting in order to impress others. I’m not trying to impress anyone. I’m embarrassed about having to fast. Since the epidemic got into high gear, life has been very easy for me, and I’ve let my flesh take over. I eat too much and do too little, and some bad behaviors have been creeping up on me.

On a related note, I’m thinking about coronavirus. I’m wondering why it hasn’t gone away.

Here’s what I think God is telling me: virtually no one is calling for fasting and prayer. We’re wearing ridiculous masks that do nearly nothing, and we’re very self-righteous about them. Half of the country is blaming Donald Trump, not because he’s the problem, but because that half of the country will jump on any chance to libel him. We’re criticizing each other’s cleanliness (we have a point) and our social-distancing failures. The truth is that we got this disease because we’re sinful and rebellious, and the door we came in is the only way we can go out.

There is nothing even faintly resembling a national call to prayer, which is exactly what we have to have, if we want to move on. I think most Americans would prefer death to repentance, however. We’re in love with fornication, homosexuality, pride, drugs, anger, cruelty, pleasure, and ourselves. We think the God of the Bible is ignorant, backward, and unreasonable. We would rather make our own way. Our own way leads to disease, starvation, and murder, however.

The epidemic doesn’t make sense, and God told me something very important a long time ago: when something doesn’t make sense, look for a supernatural cause. This is true of curses and also blessings. If you wonder how an unrepentant serial rapist became “America’s dad,” or how Oprah Winfrey became a billionaire while doing a mindless job other people did just as well, or why Americans responded to coronavirus by hoarding things that wouldn’t help and were never actually scarce, there’s your answer.

The statistics appear to be pure nonsense. I can give you some examples. When the epidemic was getting started, the CDC’s website said we had had 80,000 flu deaths over the last season. A month or two back, a different figure appeared, and it was about half as high. In May, the US coronavirus curve went nearly straight sideways for about a month. If you look at representations of the same curve now, the horizontal part is gone, as though it had never happened. They’re telling us the epidemic never slowed down, and we all know that isn’t true.

We will never know how much of the surge is actually illusory. Testing has increased very dramatically, and this has warped our data. In my area, the graph representing the number of people tested looks almost exactly like the graph of new cases, and that says a lot. No one in authority made any effort to confront this issue, which is at least a nationwide phenomenon, until people pointed out the obvious and forced them.

A couple of days ago, I got a haircut. I listened to the conversation in the shop. I learned something interesting. People who are dying in ways that seem to have nothing to do with coronavirus are being added to the death toll. I knew there were stories about this out there, but until this week, I hadn’t heard from anyone with personal knowledge. I heard about someone who died in a motorcycle crash and another person who had had coronavirus but had died from a heart attack. Both, according to the people I listened to, were declared coronavirus casualties.

Hospitals get paid more when they claim patients have coronavirus. It’s a lot of money, and diagnoses are subjective. People in healthcare generally lean left. If they overdiagnose, they get more money, and they get to add to a state of hysteria that tends to work against conservatives.

The statistics are cooked shamelessly every day. That’s unquestionably true. On the other hand, there do appear to be a lot of new cases.

If coronavirus has proven anything, it’s that epidemiology is a joke. I’m sure it must be good for something, but epidemiologists have failed miserably at explaining this epidemic and making predictions. Apparently the science has not yet reached the point where it can make reliable predictions, which makes you wonder if it has significant value.

We don’t really know what’s going on, but we do know coronavirus is still here. We should repent and pray. It’s not happening. When you receive punishment from God, and you don’t repent, he sends something else, and his punishments tend to be progressive. The longer you stiffen your neck, the worse they get.

No one knows who I am. When I blog, nearly no one reads what I say. I can’t do anything significant to help, apart from prayer. I can’t take out newspaper ads or buy millions of banners on websites. I can’t hold a press conference or address stadiums full of people. There isn’t a whole lot I can do for other people, but I can repent and pray here at home.

I’m not focusing on avoiding coronavirus. I don’t worry about that (or anything else). I am concerned about preparing myself for the rapture and for living life until it comes. Coronavirus doesn’t scare me. To me, it’s just a reminder that life is a very serious game. I don’t care about death. I would be thrilled to go right now. I just want to be aligned with God so I will live correctly while I’m here and I will go to the right place when it’s over.

Usually, I avoid watching fiction, unless reruns of Duck Dynasty count. I feel God wants me to limit my exposure to video fiction. Hollywood is run by smug, ignorant fools who corrupt the rest of us with their willful stupidity. This week, I felt he allowed me to see a couple of films. I watched both Sicario movies. These films are about a jaded, vindictive man the government hires to fight Mexican drug lords.

Last night, I watched a scene in which a group of thugs drove a hostage through the desert. One group was in a Ford SUV with a gaudy green paint job. The men in the car were trashy-looking. They looked exactly like the tattooed, smirking ticks and lice who actually work for gangs. They were listening to obnoxious Spanish rap.

I was repelled. I thought about the godless lifestyle. I have a little experience with it. Loud music, drunkenness, drugs, no sleep, impudence, pride, malice…it’s repugnant. I thought about the tens of millions of people who live that way every day in America. You don’t have to be a Mexican criminal to live in that atmosphere. Most people I’ve gone to church with do it. Christian music in church; rap in the car, the house, the workplace (if any), and the club. Trashy tattoos. Trashy clothes on the women. Dope. Filthy language. No prayer except on Sundays. Shacking up. Strings of illegitimate babies.

Thinking about it made me realize how sick I am of this world. I really want out. I’m fine when I’m alone or with other Christians–real ones–but associating with the general public is unpleasant. It’s like riding in a hot bus with a bunch of people who never bathe or brush their teeth.

My attitude is correct; it’s healthy. It came from the Holy Spirit. The closer you get to God, the more you find wrong with yourself and society. In other words, you grow up. Only a small percentage of people really grow up. They prefer to go through life like babies who never have their diapers changed.

We’re supposed to love people who are against God. We’re not called to bring them into our social circles and endure their presence around the clock.

I used to like bars. The thought of going into a bar is unpleasant now. Bars are for drunkenness, fornication, and fighting. Every bar is a sore on the face of the earth. They should all be burned. I used to like fishing and taking trips to the Bahamas, but those things brought me in contact with shallow, selfish people who never did anything for anyone else. Somewhere, people were witnessing or feeding the poor, but these characters were thinking about drugs, drunkenness, sex, and the lofty goal of catching big fish. I used to like jazz, but it has nothing to do with God, and it has been created and performed by drug addicts and drunks. I don’t want to hear it now.

I’m not out to change the world. A desire to force other people to comply is carnal. My goal is to control myself and my immediate environment. I am content to hole up in my own little Patmos and try to reach people from inside it. I say all bars should be burned. I don’t mean I think Christians should burn them. That would be insane. It would be nice if they disappeared, however.

To get back to coronavirus, if you belong to God, plagues aren’t for you. If this minor plague gets you, something is amiss. The Bible repeatedly mentions shortages, disease, and violence. Because Americans aren’t learning from disease, our nation will probably see severe shortages and widespread violence before too long. I am working to be excluded. If God excluded the Jews from the plagues of Egypt, surely he will exclude his real children from whatever problems America faces.