Plus Disease Updates

I thought I married a woman. In reality, I married a bathtub.

Rhodah’s stay at her previous lodgings came to an end this week, and now we are renting a sort of townhouse in Lusaka. The major bonuses in my eyes: more room, a nicer home, a good location, and security. The only thing that matters to Rhodah: a bathtub with hot water on demand. It seems like it’s very hard to catch her out of the tub.

Until recently, she was sharing student housing with some other law students, and their home had no hot water. They had a water heater, which they call a geyser (pronounced “geezer”), and they had a tub, but the water heater probably hasn’t worked since Cecil Rhodes installed it. She had to heat water herself, put it in buckets, and use it to wash. I used to tell her to get a new one. I was happy to pay, even though the apartment was rented. Couldn’t get her to do it.

I just tried to call her, and of course, a bath was in the works. She says she will call me when she is finished. I don’t know if that means one hour or three hours.

I imagine this behavior will continue for at least two weeks. Women love their tubs, and she has been deprived for a long time. She says her skin falls off when she uses a tub. Apparently showers don’t exfoliate everyone.

As for me, I really think I have coronavirus. My symptoms are down to almost nothing, but I am not 100%.

Let’s recap. I started out with a brief spell of unusually foul diarrhea, with mild nausea, combined with a sore throat. Then I got mild joint pain and a good case of sinusitis, and things accumulated in my nose and sinuses all day. Then that pretty much went away, and I had several days during which I felt faint. Yesterday was the last one. During much of the nose-harvesting stage of the illness, I got very sleepy relatively early in the day, but I didn’t feel faint or weak.

A couple of days back, I noticed that food didn’t taste right. I haven’t lost my sense of taste or smell, but some things just taste wrong, and when I’m not eating, I have a metallic taste in my mouth. It’s hard to taste certain flavors.

The sore throat was strange. At times I felt as though my throat had been burned. Drinking acidic beverages wasn’t fun. I also had periods during which my throat was very dry for no apparent reason.

I passed two PCR tests, and my thermometer has never gotten up to 98 degrees, so not everything points to coronavirus. On the other hand, taken as a whole, the symptoms don’t point to anything else.

Today my strength and energy are good, so I assume I am moving into a new phase.

I can’t help feeling that ivermectin helped. Three times, I felt a lot better several hours after taking it. I felt worse when I stopped. It’s not like I did a study, but you don’t necessarily have to test 10,000 patients in order to learn something. At the beginning of the 20th century, we had all sorts of highly effective medicines and treatments we still use, and they didn’t come from studies. The discovery of penicillin came from a guy looking at dirty culture dishes. Without a study, I learned I can’t tolerate even tiny amounts of caffeine. I learned that 1/8 of the normal dose of Prozac drove me around the bend and caused bizarre symptoms for weeks after I quit taking it. I didn’t have to compile statistics. It was obvious.

Whatever I have, it’s not going to be a problem. It’s pretty unusual to get a disease, have mild symptoms, recover almost completely, and then die. And I don’t consider dying to be a bad thing.

I confess I’m not wearing a mask in stores. If PCR tests can’t detect the virus in me, what are the odds I’m spreading it? Maybe I’m being irresponsible, though.

I will say this for myself: I rarely go out, and I don’t stand close to people because I’m a normal American in a rural area.

Something great happened today. One of my favorite Youtube guys posted a video. He calls himself Brother Grahame. No one watches him. Every so often, he puts up a video in which he relays what he thinks is a word from God.

He had a long dry spell, as have most of my other favorites. Today he posted a video delivering helpful advice for people who think the rapture is coming yet don’t know what to do.

It boils down to this: repent. Consecrate yourself. He put it this way: if you knew the rapture were coming in 10 days, what would you do? You already know, so do it. Quit watching garbage. Give up the recurrent sins you think don’t matter. Spend time with God.

I thought it was great. Much better than what Joel Osteen is probably saying right now. Let me guess. “Live your best life. Believe in yourself. Keep sending me and my wife money.” Tony Robbins should sue him.

I saw another neat video a couple of days back. My favorite Messianic rabbi, Zev Porat, shot down a revered rabbinic tradition. He also exposed the dangerous holes in the education of a respected rabbi who was unfamiliar with the Bible, preferring secondary sources like the Zohar and the Talmud, which are full of gossip.

He went to the Western Wall, intending to talk to Jews. A rabbi confronted him and threatened him with violence, including death. It was shocking, really, Ordinarily, I associate that kind of behavior with Islam, but it does happen in Judaism. Christians have pretty much given it up. He told Porat he would start a riot if he didn’t leave, and it would have been a pretty one-sided riot, with only one person on Porat’s side. He also told him he could have him killed.

This is pretty extreme. Rich Wilkerson had secret meetings about me and tried to discredit me to other Christians, his son preached ignorant messages which were clearly intended to refute things I said, and Albert Santiago the child rapist told people to shun me and threw a screaming fit in his church’s parking lot while attempting to interrogate one of my best friends. That’s about all the persecution I’ve experienced. No one has threatened to kill me yet, except for my sister, and that had nothing to do with doctrine.

In America, Christians still are not threatening to kill each other. Even BLM isn’t there yet. It’s just Antifa and a few Muslim nuts at this point.

By the way, leftist violence has not stopped. The press has simply decided to ignore it. An Antifer recently pulled a pistol and shot someone he disagreed with in Portland. Like most Antifa cowards, he was covered in black from head to toe to escape responsibility for his filthy behavior, but he was caught on video, and he has been identified and arrested.

He’s an unlikely outlaw and gun owner. He’s a wimpy, effeminate leftist. He’s simultaneously skinny and fat. He has a gut, combined with long, spindly limbs and no muscle tissue. He didn’t shoot to protect himself. People were running around sort of randomly, and he took out a pistol and fired, with poor technique, at some people who were out of the frame. He didn’t warn anyone. It looks like he did it just for the fun of hurting someone.

That’s how riots work. They are driven by sadism. You’re there because you want to cause other people pain and make them feel powerless, so you dance in and out like Floyd Mayweather, inflicting injuries, running away, inflicting injuries, running away…it has nothing to do with winning battles or advancing causes. It’s all about the pleasure of hurting and humiliating others.

Back to Porat. He challened the rabbi. He started discussing the traditional prohibition on combining milk and meat. He said it was not in the Bible. The rabbi agreed to let him stay where he was if he could prove it.

Porat turned to the passage that says Jews are forbidden to boil a kid in its mother’s milk. The rabbi got all excited, thinking he had won. Then Porat pointed out the context. He said it was in part of the word that concerned pagan practices. He said boiling a kid in its mother’s milk was something pagans did as part of their religion. It wasn’t like eating a pig, which is expressly forbidden in the dietary laws.

You can check for yourself. Here is Exodus 23:19, which appears in a list of required Jewish religious practices as well as prohibitions concerning heathen religious practices: “The first of the firstfruits of thy land thou shalt bring into the house of the Lord thy God. Thou shalt not seethe a kid in his mother’s milk.”

It’s also in Exodus 34:26, which occurs in the same basic context: “The first of the firstfruits of thy land thou shalt bring unto the house of the Lord thy God. Thou shalt not seethe a kid in his mother’s milk.

If you Google around, you will find that the Canaanites liked to boil a kid in its mother’s milk in order to assure a good harvest. Like ancient Christians and even modern Christians, ancient Jews had a habit of taking up idolatry in order to conform to the nature of the people around them.

Porat asked the rabbi if Abraham was righteous, and the rabbi said he was. Porat then turned to a passage which showed Abraham serving milk and meat…to God himself!

I’m not a Jew, so I don’t spend a lot of time thinking about kashrut when I read the Bible. It had never occurred to me to go over the details of Abraham’s meal and compare it to Jewish tradition, so I never noticed what he served. Now that I’ve seen it, it’s very obvious, and it’s shocking that the issue isn’t better known.

You have to see it for yourself. It’s part of Genesis 18.

And the Lord appeared unto him in the plains of Mamre: and he sat in the tent door in the heat of the day;

And he lift up his eyes and looked, and, lo, three men stood by him: and when he saw them, he ran to meet them from the tent door, and bowed himself toward the ground,

And said, My Lord, if now I have found favour in thy sight, pass not away, I pray thee, from thy servant:

Let a little water, I pray you, be fetched, and wash your feet, and rest yourselves under the tree:

And I will fetch a morsel of bread, and comfort ye your hearts; after that ye shall pass on: for therefore are ye come to your servant. And they said, So do, as thou hast said.

And Abraham hastened into the tent unto Sarah, and said, Make ready quickly three measures of fine meal, knead it, and make cakes upon the hearth.

And Abraham ran unto the herd, and fetcht a calf tender and good, and gave it unto a young man; and he hasted to dress it.

And he took butter, and milk, and the calf which he had dressed, and set it before them; and he stood by them under the tree, and they did eat.

Notice: he served beef, butter, and milk, together. To God himself. The Jewish God.

How about that?

It sounds pretty good. I like beef fried in butter, with a potato buried in sour cream. Of course, potatoes come from the New World, so Abraham didn’t have that option.

Needless to say, the rabbi was dumbfounded, and Porat was not beaten or driven off.

Apparently, some rabbis have noticed the contradiction. One argument they make is that milk was served first, which would be permissible. Unfortunately, there is no indication of that in the text, and it says, “he set it before them,” meaning both beef and dairy items. There is no indication that he served milk and butter first, and besides, who would drink milk and eat butter while letting beef get cold? It’s not credible.

Another explanation is even stranger: Abraham created a special calf which could be eaten with milk. Really? He was trying to get the most important guests imaginable to sit and wait for food, and he wandered off and used magic to create a calf instead of getting the food ready quickly? Why?

Maimonides, who has been shown to be wrong about other things, claims the visitors were angels, and that it was permissible for angels to eat meat with milk. Well, Abraham didn’t address them as angels. He said, “My Lord.” The Bible says, “The Lord said to Abraham.” The word translated “Lord” is Yahweh. Is Yahweh an angel?

You really have to twist the text to get away from the obvious meaning.

Why does Porat do things like this? I can’t speak for him, but I know he shocks religious Jews with their ignorance of the Bible. Secondary sources are everything to them, just as they are to Catholics and Mormons. He also likes to show them how the word conflicts with the traditions of men.

It’s encouraging to watch these videos. Through Porat, God is showing Abraham’s children how they have been disinformed and kept in the dark. It helps them see the truth. He says many, many people in Israel secretly believe in Yeshua now. They just keep it quiet for obvious reasons. People, including black-clad religious Jews, email him and other Messianic ministers all the time, asking for materials and instruction.

Until recently, I thought it was no good for a Jew or anyone else to believe secretly, because the word says that if anyone denies Jesus before men, he will deny him before the Father, consigning them to hell. Now I think I was wrong. Keeping quiet is not the same thing as denying. A denial is proactive. Silence is passive. It’s not an act. I think Jews and former Muslims who take a “don’t ask, don’t tell” approach should be fine, as long as they never cross the line into denying Jesus.

Heathens love pressuring people to deny Jesus. It’s a very big deal to them, because they serve Satan, and they know that to deny Jesus is to be damned. The Vikings used to torture people to make them deny Jesus. Socialists have done it, too. Lots of pagans have done it. Paul had believing Jews imprisoned and killed by the Jewish authorities, and the Jews of his time beat and threatened Jews who evangelized, just as Porat has been threatened and assaulted. Muslims crucify Christians today, hoping to get them to recant. The Mark of the Beast will be a public renunciation of Jesus, and the Bible says people who take it will be lost. That means the Democrats and worldly Republicans will be coercing people to give up salvation, which is “Yeshua” in the Hebrew language.

Pretending to believe something because you’re afraid is not really believing. If you threatened to burn me at the stake, I would tell you I was certain Joe Biden was an avocado if you wanted. It wouldn’t mean I believed it. You can’t go to God and say, “I believed what the rabbis told me because I was afraid of them.” You can only say you pretended to believe.

I keep hoping the rapture comes soon, because I don’t like this world at all, but because I don’t have certainty, I have to continue living and attending to various responsibilities. Rhodah and I have to keep working on a green card. We have to think about a possible future together here.

This week, a stranger came up to her and started prophesying. He said she was newly married. He said God had given her a good man who loved her a great deal. That all sounded great. Then he said God was going to give her twins.

Twins! Oh, boy. If God wants to give us twins, may it be so, and I will be grateful. May his will be done, always. But wow. Twins?

Needless to say, we are praying for God to let us know if the prophecy is correct. Rhodah thinks it’s great. I am unnerved by the prospect of going from no babies to two babies, instantly.

We are working on her green card. We haven’t even finished the forms. It’s a lot of work, and her information just changed because of her move.

England now says she can visit. We’ll see if it’s true or just another European lie. Other countries pretended to welcome Zambians and then proved they actually wanted to keep them out. They made excuses, pretending they thought a married woman with an expensive ring and an American husband with assets was likely to stay in their countries illegally. Some countries, including America, claimed Zambians could visit, but then they made it impossible to apply for visas.

I doubt their sincerity.

A few weeks back, she heard an audible voice say, “October 26th.” We are wondering what that’s about. Was it a demon, spreading confusion? Was it God, telling us when we would be together again? I don’t put a lot of credence in it. It’s October 7th. We would have a hard time even getting back to Turkey in 19 days. America and desirable European destinations seem as unlikely as Mars.

I haven’t been able to attach any significance to the date. It’s not a Christian or Jewish holiday.

Now that my strength is returning, I feel the familiar urge to get out and walk a long distance. I guess I’ll get on it after lunch.