Will 2021 be my Best Year Yet?

I always say there is symmetry in the supernatural, and it’s 100 percent true. The reason I know it must be divine revelation. God has apostles, Satan has witches. God has a body composed of human beings who will rise to be with him in paradise, and Satan has a body which will descend to be with him in agony and humiliation. God has Jesus. Satan has the Antichrist. God has the Holy Spirit. Satan has the Internet and cell phones. You could make a very long list of analogs.

Last year, Satan’s children were thrown into a state of fear, lack, illness, and misplaced,culpable homicidal rage. I, on the other hand, had a beautiful, peaceful year which seemed to indicate a permanent change.

Is it possible that people who listen to God had an anti-2020, and that it will continue?

I’m sitting here wondering what I’m supposed to do. Coronavirus seems like a glue that holds things in place. You can’t go to church, and evangelists are treated like criminals if they try to hold revivals. Social opportunities are drastically restricted. It looks like it’s a very bad time for forming new relationships or starting new projects. The government is descending into true insanity.

The feeling I get is that if you didn’t have it together before the pandemic, you’re probably not going to get it together now.

I like a TV show called Forged in Fire. They take groups of knifemakers and turn them loose with tools. The contestants get limited time periods in which to make knives designed for certain purposes.

Most of the contestants just aren’t very good at using tools. It’s a little disturbing to watch them display their lack of knowledge. Their lack of preparation makes things hard for them, and that means drama. Also, the judges of the show add very difficult challenges to their work. The pressure of doing difficult work while watching a clock adds suspense to the show.

At the end of every time period, the host tells everyone time is up, and he commands them to stop what they’re doing and put down their tools. Whatever they’ve made up to that point is what they have to present to the judges. It doesn’t matter how bad it is.

You can see the parallel. I feel like our work on earth is pretty much done, and that we won’t be able to do much more. It’s just a feeling. I’m not saying I’m sure the feeling is a reliable indicator of mankind’s status with regard to God. I’m just saying it feels as though it were.

What do I do now? I don’t get to pray with people any more. I have no one to help out financially. I can’t go to church. It’s not realistic to travel to revivals and meetings, as I used to. These days, I pray a lot, I try to be improved by God, I look after my earthly responsibilities, I blog and put other material on the web, and I play. I make things with my tools, I shoot, and so on. That’s about it.

I don’t seem to reach anyone new any more. The people who thought they knew better than I did still feel that way, and they will never change. I’m not meeting anyone new.

It’s like the school day is over and I’m waiting for my mom to pick me up. Heaven is a place of rest and pleasure. I seem to be in a place of rest and pleasure now, and it wasn’t something I could have planned or worked for. This is why I wonder if God is giving people who are close to him pleasant times to mirror the miserable times people who ignore him are experiencing.

It really does look like Revelation 22:

He that is unjust, let him be unjust still: and he which is filthy, let him be filthy still: and he that is righteous, let him be righteous still: and he that is holy, let him be holy still.

And, behold, I come quickly; and my reward is with me, to give every man according as his work shall be.

The weird thing about coronavirus is that it’s a very minor plague, yet it has still been extremely effective in keeping us away from each other. Masks and lockdowns don’t work, and if you get sick, you’re nearly certain to have nothing more than a brief, minor illness, yet the irrational, authoritarian bars to free association remain in place and are being strengthened.

It doesn’t make sense. Things that don’t make sense have supernatural origins. We’re not being kept away from each other by politicians. We’re being kept away from each other by spirits that influence politicians. Are they evil spirits? Is it God and his ministering spirits, forcing us to stand down? I don’t know. I just know it comes from the supernatural realm.

Day before yesterday, the final scene from the 1959 film On the Beach popped up in my Youtube recommendations. I took a look at it. In case you don’t know, it’s about a nuclear war. In the movie, the northern hemisphere is blanketed in radioactive air, and everyone there is dead. The movie’s characters are in Australia, waiting to see whether the radiation will kill them, too. I’ve written about this movie before.

The characters try to continue their lives. A dissipated middle-aged lady tries to start a romance so she won’t die alone. The crew of an American submarine tries to find survivors in the northern hemisphere. People go to the beach. They have parties. None of it works. The romance fails, the sub finds no indications of human life, and the radiation starts moving south through Australia, killing people as it goes.

At the end of the movie, the streets are empty. Everyone is at home, taking taxpayer-funded poison in order to avoid dying from radiation sickness. The buildings are there. The man-made objects required for normal life are there. The sun is still rising every day. It’s all for naught. Everything has been abandoned, and nature will eventually destroy it. War has turned every single one of man’s treasured accomplishments into vanity.

The movie portrays Christianity as a security blanket for the fearful. The Salvation Army maintains an outdoor station in front of a public building, and people flock to the building’s steps to be comforted. At the very end of the movie, the steps are deserted, and in a clumsy attempt at anti-military propaganda, the filmmakers show the Salvation Army’s banner, which is swaying in the breeze. It says, “There is still time…brother.”

Nuclear apocalypse movies used to be very, very popular, and leftists manipulated by foreign communists who couldn’t afford to keep up in the arms race used to agitate about disarmament all the time. Now no one seems to have any interest in the subject. The bombs are still there, but leftists have decided to move on, for no apparent reason. The weather, white people, and Confederate flags are the fashionable threats now.

The scenes reminded me of what we’ve been seeing for the last year. Projects abandoned. Businesses needlessly destroyed. In some places, we’ve seen empty streets. We’ve seen many empty malls and stores. I am told that in Miami, people now do whatever they want on the roads (even more than they used to). They drive at furious speeds and completely ignore the traffic laws. Something inside them is telling them obeying the law doesn’t matter any more.

We’re not sitting at home committing suicide, but we are not the active, hopeful people we were in 2019, and it appears that leftist hysteria will continue tightening the shackles. We elected a befuddled old egotist who was unintelligent to begin with, and he is firing off misguided executive orders as though he were being paid by the pound. He seems determined to control us, which is not surprising from a man who has a long history of bullying.

If things continue to get better for me as the centrifuging of society continues, how should I feel about it? I didn’t earn it. I earned the opposite, through sin and arrogance. Someone else bought all this for me with his flesh and blood. All I did was listen and admit I was wrong.

People who are far nicer than I am have had it much worse, and I think that will continue. Christianity was never about being nice. You can be nice while your entire life is an insult to God. Christianity is about being transformed by the Holy Spirit and submitting to him. It’s about listening and being honest. Emotional people who let their hearts rule them are always very dishonest. They hate the truth.

One of the worst things the Bible says about people is that they did what was right in their own eyes. Notice: it doesn’t say they did things they thought were wrong. They had opinions about what was right, and they obeyed their consciences. When the Bible says someone did what was right in his own eyes, it’s a judgment that precedes punishment. People who make up their own ideas about right are wrong are what the Bible calls “workers of iniquity.” They are called “lawless,” even though they obey their own rules. The only law that has any validity is the law of the Holy Spirit. It’s what he tells us to do, moment by moment. You can’t make a fixed list of his laws, because they change. Fixed laws are inferior. They were provided under the old covenant, but they generated evil results because of their lack of flexibility.

I’m not the nicest or kindest person around, but I will still make it when nicer people fail and go to hell for ignoring God. Is it fair? Of course it’s fair. If Jesus wants to be murdered and then give his inheritance to bad people, he has every right to do it. What I get isn’t stolen. It was all paid for. Just not by me.

Leftism is all about taking blessings from people God favors and giving them to people who are cursed because they don’t listen to him. Leftists hate God’s ways. They can’t understand that it’s right for God to treat me better than a politically correct individual who thinks he knows better than God.

For a long time, my impression has been that I would continue to have a better and better life, and that the only real unpleasantness I might have to face would be ostracism (“cancellation”) and death by murder. I’ve felt that the biggest drag on my happiness would be my inability to get other people to listen so they could do well. I have concluded that even the most blessed person on earth will have to suffer from watching other people fail. When someone you know abandons God, lives in misery, and goes to hell, you have to accept the fact that it doesn’t mean you’re not blessed. No matter how much it hurts, you have to realize it didn’t happen to you.

The other day, I was thinking about blessings and what a blessed life should be like. I was unhappy because I knew America was finished, and that we brought it all on ourselves. We could turn and be healed at any time, but we won’t, because we think we know everything. I asked myself: should a Christian ever be unhappy? Then I remembered the shortest verse of the Bible: “Jesus wept.”

If I have a pleasant life and then go to heaven, and every other person on earth suffers and goes to hell, and I suffer from seeing what happens to them, I am very, very blessed. There are some forms of suffering that spare no one.

Day before yesterday, I listened to my friend Mike, who is the worst influence since the GOP let liberal journalists convince it John McCain and Mitt Romney were surefure winners. I’m kidding about Mike, but whenever I have a crazy idea, he tells me to go for it. I foolishly admitted I had been considering getting a very expensive ice cream maker. An hour or two later, my order was in. Why do I talk to him?

This is the kind of thing I concern myself with these days. Toys. Pleasant pastimes. I’m also dedicating myself heavily to prayer, but that’s about it. If there were anything else left to do, wouldn’t God have shown me and helped me get going?

Mike just had a hip replaced, and he quit a job that was killing him. He started a company with a bunch of carnal people, and they gradually pushed him out, which was what I expected. I told him he could come down here to recuperate. He loves this area. He says he wants to get deeply into prayer. He said he wants to play for a while. He used the same word that had been going through my mind.

I have been fooling around with a Christian dating site, but given my view of the world, I wonder if there is any point. I don’t think there is time to build much of a life with anyone. I would be happy to have someone attractive who shares my views and doesn’t want to be alone with the end comes. I wonder if my attitude will make me so unappealing nothing will come of my efforts. I don’t seem to have anything to be concerned about, though, because nearly all of the women I talk to are really foreign scammers. They’re like a hedge of thistles that wall me in, and things like that have supernatural origins. Maybe God is telling me to be content with things as they are.

I look forward to seeing how things pan out, regardless of whether I’m right about things. I want to know what’s happening and get accustomed to it.