Author: Corgi Hollows

An articulate voice was silenced yesterday. Shame on the person who killed him. Shame on the leftist ideology that fueled the action. Shame on the world who has believed that assassination was justified.

Bonhoeffer attempted to kill Hitler, and it is hard to criticize that action, knowing the heinous war crimes and crimes against humanity that Hitler committed.

Yet he was not an authority. He took matters into his own hand. Therein lies the problem.

Back in tribal days, clans rose against clan. Things, the Nordic councils, met and hashed political problems. Kings and chiefs ruled and warred.

I think we are returning to that system.

Perhaps this trend will fuel the acceptance of Mr. Antichrist in our day.

We don’t know the conspiracy angles of what occurred on September 10, 2025 in Utah, but we acknowledge the powers that exist in this world, those driven by Luciferian connections and allegiance. That is simply part of the entire matrix.

Simply and obviously, with no hidden agenda, a young man (one I’ve followed for many, many years, from back in the days when I was addicted to the news, and a conservative activist) was assassinated yesterday.

He stood for my conservative values.

I may not have agreed with everything he represented, particularly his political fervor. He seemed to have his priorities right: God, family, country. He desired truth.

When he spoke I cheered—-because he held BIBLICAL VALUES.

That can get us in trouble, but here in America, a nation founded on Judeo-Christian belief, (get a load of the ten commandments carved into the Capitol rotunda!) we are supposed to be able to talk about these ideas. Freely. Free speech.

We have never been more divided.

Those of us who hold to God’s standards (and fail, of course, as the law only points out the sin like a schoolmaster) will not compromise. We can’t. There is no compromise.

Keith Green had an album by that title. It’s great. Listen to it today.

Followers of Christ do not compromise. We believe sin is sin as God defines it.

We believe, and do not apologize, for accepting God’s Word as above our own.

Our cynical selves will continually question God, our society, our own justifications of behavior. We will question the Bible freely as cynics.

But God gave us His Word so that we could know Him. We cannot know Him completely. He is beyond our comprehension, and anyone delusional enough to think they “get” God is in need of help.

So we must revert to His Word.

“If you love me, you will keep my commands.”

Jesus said this. He then pointed out the two most significant commands: Love God, love others.

But He didn’t stop there. He gave direction and modeled what that looks like. He told us to pray, to watch, to wait. He told us to serve, to repent, to be perfect.

Those things matter.

He told us to be born again, not of water, but of the Spirit.

He told us to be baptized.

He told us to obey Him, to honor God!

He told us to honor our parents. (The Ten Commandments are Christ’s)

We, as rebellious humans, don’t particularly like these commandments. We are sinners in the hands of a Holy God. We like to argue more than we like to obey.

But we should obey if we love Jesus. He even said it. “If you love me, keep my commands.”

Pretty clear.

Don’t give me any garbage about whether or not Jesus actually said that. I won’t hear it. I’ve accepted that what we have in our hands today—all over the world—the written Scriptures, is truth. The historicity of Scripture is peerless. One must have a measure of faith to accept God’s Word as truth, but it is not hard to do so.

Of course it is the first step toward faith.

I’ve been accused of having faith in the Bible, not Christ. Good point. You could conceivably hang that on me. It is through Scripture that I have come to faith in the Person it reveals. I will stick to that Person over any in my own imagination.

I will gladly lay down my own ideas and desires for a “perfect god made in my own image” for the one revealed to us in Scripture.

I choose to believe that God inspired the path of getting the written Word to me and anyone who loves the God revealed in Scripture.

I am sad that our “woke” culture requires this sort of justification and explanation, yet it is good to see the foundations of why we believe what we do.

Charlie Kirk was a fighter, but with words. He loved people enough to share truth with them in some of the most hostile environments: college campuses. Many, many young people were saved through his ministry.

NO compromise.

I am so MAD at liberals today. I feel like a bunch of bad words could pour out of my mouth at people I know who cling to this false narrative of “wokeism” and leftism, Marxism, and socialism. Those who hate the man in office right now (they completely forget that GOD IS THE ONE WHO PUTS PEOPLE IN POWER!). God even put an incoherent old bumbler in office, one plagued with dementia, one who brought our country to deeper lows, thankfully his party was voted out in 2024!!

This IS GOD’S JUDGMENT on a country that has drifted from His commands, and accepted evil as good.

Say what you want about our current president, but he is coherent, and his policies are effective in righting what was so corroded in our government. He is not stupid, but he is bombastic. His ties to the underworld are probably necessary in this corrupt world system. Globalists quake at him, so he must be sort of in the right. Perhaps it’s all a psy-op, but for now, until Jesus comes for us, we see trends that help Christians. Our president supports faith, patriotism, and a return to sanity in the diabolical world of health issues (i.e. Big Pharma) —-at least on the surface. HE could be the Antichrist for all I know.

I am watching for Jesus, not the Antichrist.

My Canadians friends are suffering worse, though. I am sympathetic.

I identify as a conservative, and what happened yesterday cemented my stance.

Go Donald Trump!

I may not like the person he seems to be (I don’t know him personally, though) but I like how he handles things. I like his staff and the clear goals they strive for. I like that he talks about God and doesn’t disparage those of us (like Charlie Kirk) who LOVE GOD.

Wake up you people!

Are you so blind that you cannot tell right from wrong anymore?

I have stepped away from politics for a season of grief and reset for the past few years. My leanings never changed, but I didn’t speak out.

I have no patience for liberals, those leaning left. I identify as conservative.

I am pro-life, pro-marriage between a man and a woman. I am grieved by the medical establishment and Big Pharma who have conned society into vaccines and other silly medical procedures. Gender dysphoria is top of my list.

Guess what? When I was young I wanted to be a boy in the WORST WAY. I had two athletic older brothers and I was a homely, chubby GIRL, tomboy, who couldn’t stand anything about myself. Beauty standards those days were Twiggy and Christie Brinkley. I was the opposite of them. Oh to a be a tall, slender woman! (I am short and thick. )

Yeah. I was wrong. That’s what I felt like then, though. That’s the truth about who I was. I get (I understand!) the dysphoria. I lived it. Quietly, but truthfully. My brothers called me Minnesota Fats, so that wasn’t exactly hidden.

In college I lost weight and became health conscious, especially after a couple of spine injuries, but I have struggled with weight my whole life. I get people who are unhappy with themselves and their bodies. I lived it.

Thank God I lived in an age where I was forced to address my issues on a soul and spiritual level, self discipline, that I didn’t step into another gender to appease my desires. That I gradually accepted being a female, becoming a wife and a mother.

I get it, and my heart hurts for anyone who struggles with self image. I completely understand. It’s hard being “less” than others. It’s hard feeling despised and rejected. I know. It’s hard being put down for being overweight and unattractive.

I am glad that the man I married overlooked that about me, and saw what was inside—a woman who loved and appreciated him, who desired to be a godly wife. He saw my “truth” and accepted me, the inner me.

In my younger days I hobnobbed with several different Christian organizations, and I am glad I did. I rubbed shoulders with Roman Catholics, Pentecostals, Apostolics, Orthodox, —others of different faiths altogether.

Since I was friends with many different people I would get interesting experiences with them.

For example, I led a young woman to Christ and she asked me to baptize her in the bathtub where I was living…..Ha! got out of that one…

Someone once had a vision of me —I was a pearl in a mud-covered shell, all dripping with slime. This person saw me as extremely ugly, but inside there was a pearl, and it was priceless.

I’ve been encouraged by this vision so many times. It doesn’t matter what we appear like—it matters what is inside, in our souls, in our heart and minds.

Shame on us for our short-sightedness. Shame on us for not helping people see TRUTH. Shame on us for our unbelief. Shame, shame, shame.

Shame on you for leaning to the left, towards atheist ideology, Communism, socialism, wokeism, Marxism. Shame on you for not standing up for the unborn. Shame on you for winking at sexual deviation, infidelity, fornication, and adultery.

Shame on me for not teaching truth, not speaking out when I could have, getting sidetracked by life’s woes.

It is time to mobilize. Cast off those unhealthy relationships, those “friendships” that have silenced you.

WE are called to love, and that means truth-telling. We are called to love our enemies, and that means we care enough to say the truth.

Stop the compromise. Take a stand. SPEAK OUT.

Pick up the mantle that Charlie Kirk had to leave. It will probably cost you your life in this present darkness, but to live is Christ, to die is gain.

Perhaps you will be the only preacher that they will ever hear.

MARANATHA!

If I were to encourage someone facing deep trouble I would say “wait.”

Time is more important than any thought or experience. Thoughts and experiences that heal are significant. They shape things, but time and staying faithful is really the key to healing.

I think that is demonstrated in the lives of many great saints of the faith, and it appears to be in my life, too. In my humble opinion. Time heals all wounds—a trope, but true.

To have your spiritual antennae grow back after trauma takes time.

God is always there, but you are suffering. You are wounded, in pain, and unable to perceive His presence as normal.

Wait.

Stay the course.

Wait.

Keep praying, keep reading the Bible, keep forcing yourself to sit in the pews on Sunday morning. Keep following and obeying Christ’s commands.

Just do it.

And wait.

Out of faithfulness will come joy and peace, renewed life, and, eventually, heavenly reward.

We are human. We are fragile and vulnerable. We will be damaged! We will have trials and tribulations in this world. That is a given.

But God remains, and God heals.

It just takes time.

You cannot rush the process.

This is an encouragement, meant as encouragement, to someone who is reeling in the throes of trauma. Your job is patient healing, waiting, and staying the course.

Run the race. Stay on course. Be patient. Wait.

MARANATHA

I’ve been a wounded one for quite some time, but I’m looking back at the past years and I see slow progress.

Grief never leaves, but it changes. It changes you.

I’ve navigated several difficult circumstances; graduate school failure, relationship fall-outs, betrayals, house repairs, job complications….(all besides death of dear ones close to me.)

The list never ends!

But I am sensing an ability to cope (with God’s help, and my trust in God) increasing. I am sensing healing.

Cheri and I are taking a class together at the University of Minnesota this semester. We both love it so far! She’s taking it for credit towards her Bachelor’s Degree. I am just taking it for fun. Chinese Calligraphy.

It’s a quiet class, taught by the instructor of Chinese at the U. Therapeutic.

I am glad that I can understand what I am writing, but that is not a prerequisite for the class. It’s an art class.

I’m looking forward to this experience, and learning a skill.

My painting for church is almost done. It’s more symbolic than pretty, but that’s okay. It has been fun to paint.

The Lord has been speaking to me about the power of our words, our self-identification, and how He loves me and you.

If you love me you will——–KEEP MY COMMANDS.

I am back to this study and how to make that bear fruit in my life. All good. Understanding my value (not more, nor less) is part of the Christian walk.

I know my abilities are different from others’ abilities. God gifted me uniquely, the same as He gifted YOU UNIQUELY. We should never compare.

But we do. It’s human nature.

Learning our own identity in Christ is the first part of acceptance and purpose.

Remember the three words I wanted to emphasize in 2025? Purpose, Service, and Faith.

I’ve prayed for God to reveal development in these areas of my life daily. I believe He is showing me to go back to Christ’s commands. He wants me to know them, to teach them, to practice and obey them.

I love IBLP’s curriculum on the Commands of Christ. I find the material beautiful and helpful, easy to understand and apply. I strongly recommend reading and learning from it! Such a blessing.

Many of you switched off the post when I said that, so biased against Gothard and his work. I believe that is to your disadvantage. I have been blessed by so many of the things he taught, Scriptural things. He also helped me in a time of great personal trauma. I cannot forget that, and I can only testify to his kindness toward me.

This curriculum is really excellent. I am so glad that I taught it to my kids years ago. I want to encourage them to pass it on. I dusted it off and I am reviewing it in light of my 2025 words and wanting to deepen my relationship with the Lord.

This is healing.

For years I felt I could just barely hold on, going through the motions of work and life. My heart is seeing a purpose take shape.

It’s good. It is healing.

Two commands to mention here: “Be born again,” and “Watch and Pray!”

MARANATHA!

The phone did not ring this morning at 5 am, the usual wake-up call of a veteran substitute teacher.

It’s the first day of school here in Minnesota. Traditionally school starts after Labor Day, right when the State Fair ends.

Cheri was off to the University of Minnesota. My grandkids are home-schooling, so they have been already hard at work.

It’s a beginning. Again.

I’m thankful for the extra days at home, as I continue to address the home repair issues I’m faced with.

Progress has been made. I’ve been checking things off as they happen, and yesterday I was able to order the tile that will be the waterproof flooring in the basement.

A week ago the last basement waterproofing project happened. The fourth installment. We had a light rain today, and moisture isn’t in the house. I am praying that the basement will stay dry from now on.

Labor Day was nice, dinner with my mom and Ed, shopping for tile at Menard’s. We had late lunch at a very busy place on Lake Minnetonka; Maynard’s. It was a perfect day. The day before that I was at the Hitchville event, also on Lake Minnetonka. That lake draws me! Sunday was also a perfect afternoon. The lead singer of Hitchville, the son of good friends, was especially comforting and supportive through some of my trials. I always love to support his music. The band is really an amazing musical talent.

I got to eat my favorite fish: walleye. I love fish (must be my Norwegian genes!)

Cheri brought back salmon from Alaska, which we ate last week (amazing!!)

I do not fish myself, but I enjoy a Minnesota lake fish fry anytime. (Sunnies <3)

I don’t cook much at home anymore, but I try to fix what my body needs. It’s a treat to eat out once in awhile and eat “real” food!

Sunday was a blessed day! Our pastor returned from sabbatical and Sunday was his day to report. He used John 15:5 as his text, and emphasized that apart from Christ we can do nothing. We need to be PRAYING!

I’m praying.

As someone who has watched for Christ’s return constantly I PRAY for the salvation of many, many people. They are on my “snatch list!” (Jude 23)

Time is short. Jesus is coming soon. There is little time to get right with Jesus!

People need to call upon the name of the Lord. (Romans 10:13)

So, these thoughts run through my head as I make my daily list of things to get done. I can always be praying, and I try to. My morning routine before school gets a bit longer as my prayer list grows! That’s okay.

If I don’t get prayer time in before school I feel spiritually vulnerable during the day. Prayer is like a shield. I trust that the Lord will answer my prayers.

I was challenged to revisit the study on Christ’s commands. I did this with my kids years ago, and I was happy to get out the materials and read again. Today’s command was “you must be born again!”

I am praying that God answers my prayers for the salvation of those I am lifting up to Him daily. I am trusting in His answers to my prayers. I am expecting miracles.

I am expecting powerful life changes in those I love and pray for.

God answers prayer. That is in John, chapter 15, too. What a chapter!

I’m working on a painting for our annual church art show. I am so happy for this art show, as it “forces” me to have fun with my art stuff. The theme this year is the 50th anniversary of the church. I’m working with tempura on canvas, and it’s been fun to see each layer emerge with sometimes unexpected results! This is art :D. I’ll probably post a photo on social media when the painting is complete.

God bless you, especially as this school year commences. God keep you! May His face shine upon you!

MARANATHA!

Today there was a school shooting in Minneapolis, my hometown.

It was at a Catholic school, in the southern part of town, a church I often drive by. I am indirectly connected to a family that goes there.

The peace of that nicer neighborhood has been shattered, and I know that people are feeling vulnerable and fragile who are in that area and a part of that community.

We are all sad.

It affects all of us.

Several years ago a child was abducted and killed in central Minnesota. Jacob Wetterling. The entire state went into shock and since the case was unsolved for many years there was fear in the hearts of parents, even in rural “safe” farm country.

Nowhere was safe.

But isn’t that the truth of human life?

We are fallen creatures, lost in sin. It is only by God’s grace that we can be saved, through faith in Christ Jesus. We have a false sense of security here in our sweet Midwestern lives. No one is safe, except through faith in Christ.

It is a horrible violation for this young “person” to shoot and kill children while they attended an opening mass at their private religious school. The person killed itself, suicide, so justice will be by God.

And all are accountable to God.

As believers in Christ we are completely forgiven, but our actions still bear a type of accountability. Bible readers know that God keeps track. He even keeps our tears.

I am more and more of a “Literalist.” The Bible makes sense poetically, but it is also conceivably literal. I become more convinced of the literal meanings as I grow closer to my Heavenly Father. His Words are full of power and truth.

Where else can I go?

So asked the disciple. So ask I.

We only have Jesus.

I love my prophecy people! We are all SO excited to see Jesus that our anticipation cannot be hidden! We love watching the signs of the times, the last days, unfold before our eyes because we WANT TO SEE JESUS!

We KNOW that He has amazing and wonderful things for us, and we will be giving Him the glory day by day, ever more, forever.

We can trust Him to answer our prayers, to save those we love and have asked for salvation in prayer. WE can trust Him. Amen.

We can trust Him with our pets, those precious souls that have loved us back. We can trust Him with everything that will be left behind.

Because He is God. All powerful, almighty, good, merciful, all-knowing, and omnipresent.

The world is headed for some hard times. If you come to know Jesus after the church (bride of Christ) is gone you will be faced with great trouble. I can see glimpses of it even today in the tragedy of this morning.

Buckle up!

The ring of fire is spouting and quaking, the political powers are conniving and planning, the signs in the sky and stars, planets, moon and sun are undeniable. We have seen the beginning of the oceans and lakes dying.

Israel is hated, almost universally–even while God commands us to pray for the peace of Jerusalem! There is a huge blessing for loving His chosen people. Too many Christians have become “woke” and have ignored Scripture concerning the bride of Yah, Israel.

God is dealing with His people. He promised an eternal covenant with Abraham. He didn’t forget it, even though it was thousands of years ago.

So many people have this small view of God.

They cannot believe in a God who keeps promises.

But I do.

The bride of Christ is not appointed to wrath. I believe that God will keep His promise concerning this. Christ paid the price for my sin.

Persecution? Trouble? Of course we all have that, or should. That is peanuts compared to the wrath of God.

Satan can only make things hard for us. (Even death is swallowed up in victory!) But once the wrath of God falls on those that do not believe in His Son, Messiah, it will be awesome and terrible.

Wake up, church. Preach the truth of Scripture to the congregations, pastors! Get us ready for this upcoming event! Paul describes it in 1 Thessalonians 4:17. Read it for yourself.

Tell every loved one, and pray that they will be snatched from the fire (Jude 23.)

Who is on your “snatch list?”

Mine gets longer and longer every day, practically! I am trusting God to snatch the people on my list. I’m trusting that I’m praying according to His will.

I am sounding the alarm.

A new friend I have, Stephanie Potts, a former CIA employee, is putting out a book in September about the woke church.

You need to get it. She has done her research! I will also let you know when it comes out.

Fascinating connections. The blind will not see them, but we can pray that God will remove the scales from eyes so that they will see!

Worldview matters.

Look up! Your redemption draws night! Zola Levit always joyfully announced that Jesus kept the feasts! The first ones are fulfilled (the feasts are prophetic.) The next one to be fulfilled is the Feast of Trumpets (Also known by Hebrew idiom as “No One Knows the Day or Hour”) so we are looking at a fall new year feast to be prophetically fulfilled YET.

Could it be this year? Very likely. But perhaps today….

Will Jesus keep His promise to His followers?

There is a special crown for those who watch for and anticipate His coming.

Jesus always kept the feasts.

Every Rosh Hashanah I am watching with interest.

Makes sense to me.

MARANATHA!!!

I awakened to the sun streaming in this morning. The dogs’ needs force me up and out around 5:00 am usually, but today we all slept until sunrise.

The joy came when I opened the door and the fresh, cool air hit. There couldn’t be a more beautiful day dawning!

After our humid and smoky summer (such a conundrum!) this early fall “tinge” is so welcome. It feels like the air from northern Minnesota has come to visit us, like unzipping the tent flap on a camping trip up north.

The acorns ricochet off of the roof. My friend came over yesterday and she was startled by the sharp sounds. It’s like gunfire. “It’s acorns,” I said.

As beautiful as it is here in my little neck of the woods, it cannot be compared to heavenly joys that await us.

There is much talk about Christ’s return, specifically the return for the church (not the second coming.) The bride of Christ is slated to go up and meet Jesus in the air.

Soon.

What a relative word! It can be a moment (PERHAPS TODAY!), it can be “weeks” (both literally or figuratively) it can be a thousand years (a thousand years is like a day…).

It seems like it could be days, lately.

The signs in the heavens all point to Christ’s return. The earth is aquaking: volcanoes and tremors. Politics: should I go there? Wars and rumors of wars abound.

For me, as I watch, I have my radar up for the movers and shakers behind the scenes of our economies, the Public Administrations of the world, and what they are up to.

Most people are mostly, if not completely, unaware of these entities. They are never featured on the evening news, they are sometimes barely mentioned. You must ferret out information on these folk.

But these are truly the powers, the puppet-masters.

They pull the strings on trends and markets. They control the internet. They are the decision makers, and all must bow to their demands. The Alan Greenspans are just the figureheads.

Conspiracies? Of course. Conspiracies have been around since ancient times. They are the subject of myriad stories and legends. They still exist.

Unfortunately, that may be news to some.

I have stepped away largely from keeping up with these powers. It is time consuming and emotionally draining. I think many of my prophecy people, my “Tribe,” have also needed to step back. The information keeps coming and it can be overwhelming.

For our mental health we must protect our information gathering gates.

The world is red hot right now, in all respects, even as the sun shines through my porch vines; it looks like all is well. It is not. Stuff is brewing.

But I choose to be expectant, watching, looking up. When I focus on my spiritual health I am happier, at peace, and confident in what is coming. I am granted guidance and wisdom.

It is, nonetheless, interesting to dip back into the running flow of prophecy talk from time to time, keeping track of the current situation.

Sometimes even the evening news knowingly or unknowingly reports signs of the times, the last days.

NEWSFLASH: We are in the last days!

Are you ready? There is an urgency right now to be prepared. I am not talking “prepper” stuff: no one could possibly prep for the wrath of God. You can only trust in Jesus, and that will always be enough. Death will be the kindest thing for most people facing the trials to come. Death is defeated by Christ, therefore it will be preferred.

Death without Christ is another story.

Let this time of urgency drive you to make a decision to follow Jesus. You don’t know what is coming.

Artificial Intelligence rewrites itself every 12 minutes. We are dealing with an entity that could be spiritually driven by evil.

The devil has been around a long time and he is pretty intelligent. You can only be safe from his power in Christ Jesus. Satan rules this earthly domain for now. He knows he’s going to locked up for 1,000 years and he is doing his level best to defy God now.

If only he would lose his power over people that I am praying for.

My prayer is that the scales of his deception would fall from the eyes of those I pray for. I pray that they would see the truth of God, in Christ Jesus, and convert to His way.

God answers prayer, so I am confidently praying, in His will, that they come to faith.

This is hope.

The world can burn on my right and wash away on my left. I am standing on a solid rock.

Come Lord Jesus!

MARANATHA!

An iconic moment in the BBC version of “Pride and Prejudice” was Elizabeth’s embarrassment at being found at Pemberley by Mr. Darcy. She was travelling with her aunt and uncle and reluctantly stopped to see the mansion with them, was assuaged at hearing the owner was away, but in the course of the tour he appeared unexpected.

They were both flustered and could only find tropes to say. Commonalities. They soon found their senses and the story soared on.

If only good health could always be a commonality.

I am, again, breathing in smoke from forests that burn north of us. Although Minnesota is practically Tropical Rainforest this summer, other places to the northwest burn.

We keep hoping that the endless rains will clear the air, but I smell that tell-tale smoke even as the gray clouds of rain hover over Corgi Hollows.

Mildew has been a battle, and as you know, moisture is no friend to this old house. Waterproofing people return next week to (hopefully) finish the job with another section to be tiled.

I can tell my health has suffered. I am still a healthy person, I think, but my lungs feel it, and I cough way more than I usually do.

Yesterday I felt pretty bad, so I got little accomplished.

There are days like that.

Still, it is harvest time here, and I am enjoying the tomatoes in the garden as they ripen on the vine. I love my marigolds and nasturtiums. The aloe vera that I’ve had for years looks amazing. It bloomed again, exciting the hummingbirds. I have two giant volunteer sunflowers that make me smile. I am so happy for them. I filled the bird feeders for the first time in months and the wildlife is grateful.

I baked a buttercup squash yesterday, along with three loaves of pineapple banana bread. I froze the bread. I can’t help it. I don’t even need it! I will try to bring it to Bible Study on Sunday. If I remember! I just can’t help myself. I must put up food this time of year. It’s wired into me.

One day at a time, one step at a time. Each year I try to purge and clean, but the last years of grief were pretty quiet on that front. Minimal was accomplished.

In our materially “blessed” country the stuff can pile up pretty quickly. I should be making several trips to the thrift store this week. The purge is on.

I’m giving up many, many books, too. Water has damaged a lot of them, so they are simply garbage, but I’ve decided to let many home-schooling materials go. The cost of education.

The times change so fast. We are all wired now, so finding a book online is simple.

Of course I have my book friends that I still don’t part with. Kids will have to purge them after I’m gone.

How really fragile we are! I still have three parents, and I am so blessed to have them in my old age! I am living with that blessing day by day. I know things can change, quickly, and I am learning to bless the Lord daily, for this day, for this moment. Ten year plans seem sketchy these days.

Spiritually and physically I don’t see us around in ten years.

As the “evangelical” church drifts from a solid stance on eschatological issues I want to quietly affirm my own doctrinal stance on the last days.

Scripture gives us several examples of being “caught up” to heaven. Enoch and Elijah for starters, Jesus. Paul writes about an NDE he had where he was caught up (he can’t say if it was in the flesh).

In this manner, says the Scriptures, we (the followers of Christ) will also be caught up.

I don’t need anyone to explain that simple sentence to me. I just believe it.

When we are caught up (latin equivalent, English usage: rapture, Hebrew: harpazo) is still a big question to discuss and speculate, but Jesus told us to watch.

He even gives a crown to us for watching. Another crown to cast at His worthy feet!

Scripture plainly states that we won’t be unaware of this time! Jesus gives us all sorts of clues about the end of days, the coming of the Day of the Lord. There is leeway in interpreting “the day of the Lord,” but it has to do with the end.

The end.

It can all be summed up: “The End.”

The end is coming. Are you ready?

The end of the church age is in sight. The house of Pisces (the sign of the fish) has transitioned into the house of Aquarius (the outpouring of the Holy Spirit.) Christ will reign for 1,000 years while the devil is locked up.

Things have to happen before that kingdom on earth begins: Israel must be dealt with, the church has to celebrate a bridal feast with the Savior. The church has to go to do this. The feast happens in heaven. The church also returns with Jesus to reign with Him.

All these things must come to pass.

There are some scary things described in the book of Revelation, written by John, Jesus’ beloved disciple. John was the last disciple to survive of the twelve. He spent time on an island in the Mediterranean Sea at the end of his life. God gave him a picture of what would come in the next millennia. Two thousand years.

God is wrapping things up.

Isaac Newton predicted Christ’s return around 2050.

Predictions have been made for millennia.

A good, solid prediction can be based on the Hebrew Idiom that refers to the Feast of Trumpets: “Not knowing the day or the hour.” Only the priest could declare/know that moment of the feast’s commencement.

Only the priest can declare that moment of harpazo.

Jesus always kept the feasts.

I’m banking on being caught up here, actually soon. I’ve been watching and waiting for 60 years.

My grandpa was a dispensational preacher, so it’s in my blood to be dispensational, theologically. I am mostly dispensational. I still believe that the Holy Spirit can be a powerful Person and intersect with this dispensation in many ways. He is God.

And, boy, does it make sense.

I don’t need fancy theologian talk. Scriptures speak to me, personally. God is a personal God. He is MY SAVIOR.

I am supposed to watch. I am supposed to look for signs that the Bible tells me to look for.

Simple obedience, that is what I want to spend my days here doing, being, living.

May I encourage you to earn that crown for watching? Are you ready? Is your name in the Book? Are you right with God? Do you believe? Did you put your trust in Jesus?

The most gripping and blatant sign is the existence of the nation of Israel after 2,000 years. This is amazing. Jesus is so good! He wants us to be comforted, to have hope.

He gives it to us.

We have hope in His glorious returning.

Do these words resonate?

Follow Jesus.

I have decided to follow Jesus.

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For those who have chosen to succumb to Augustine’s frustration with the Jewish people I would warn you. Augustine has his place in history, but perhaps most for influencing the falling away from God’s people. Israel is, indeed, different from the Church of Christ, yet the church should never have divorced herself from the ancient people of God. This was an epic mistake.

The feasts ordained by God are symbolic for the church as much as for the Jews. Augustine messed up. And so began 2,000 years of ……

Get back to Scripture. See the patterns and the whole story. Jesus is Jewish! Those who follow Jesus follow Messiah! We are grafted in. God has not forgotten Israel, and the upcoming seven years (the last “week” predicted by Daniel) will commence to bring them into the Kingdom of God.

Watch.

MARANATHA!

Relationships are complicated. Don’t we all agree?

What an experiment I’ve had these past few years with my huge life change! I was given a “gift” of starting over, even if it included deep sorrow, trauma, and grief. The darkness is giving way to light, even as I anticipate the coming of the Messiah to snatch His bride for the seven-year feast in heaven.

Look at the earth quaking! Look at the powers align to simulate the descriptions in Scripture! Look at the spiritual revival taking place all over the world.

America may be in decline, but God is moving. I pray that the current powers bow to God Almighty, and do his will. They may not understand God’s power, (who does?) but when they accomplish righteous things I rejoice. When evil is done I am willing to grieve but wait on God and His intervention.

I am willing to wait on God for His intervention in my own life and the intersections of relationships that have been happening in my 60 plus years.

Many people have intersected in my life for a time: those in school, in college, in Germany, in Turkey, in Louisiana, in Texas, in Iowa, in my former Minnesota town and church, in my jobs, and now, in my present life.

Family has always intersected one way or another. I think we all have that kind of relationship with our kin. Sometimes we are close, other times we grow distant. Bonds remain.

Some people we cling to, some cling to us. For better, or worse, like marriage!

Intersections shape us and teach us.

I have feared some intersections. Relationships are prime ground for pain. Who really likes pain?

I have severed some relationships for my own mental clarity and for healing.

But…

Some of those relationships are reconciling. The intersections have occurred again. Our roads have wound back together.

Still, I sometimes think back to some relationships where the intersection happened, and it remains in the past.

Our lives continue to drift apart. Loss.

As this happens I am somewhat comforted to see other relationships beginning. Our lives have crossed recently, and we are even on the same path.

It is a challenge for me to continue to let the past go and to welcome and navigate the future.

In heaven there will be an eternity of relationship intersections, all wonderful and full of love and joy.

I look forward to that.

If you know Jesus we will certainly intersect there. Let’s drink tea and feed our animals together. Let’s make things that are beautiful and walk with our Lord in gorgeous surroundings. Let’s talk about important things and fellowship. You and I will be thrilled to know each other and be in Christ’s presence.

He’s coming soon.

He’s coming soon!

MARANATHA!

Oh so many thoughts this morning. Buckle up! We’re heading out all over the universe.

For several weeks I’ve been thinking about “body life” of the church. What works in church life?

Since I am committed to two different “bodies” I am seeing all sorts of stuff that works, and what doesn’t.

After my traumas I chose to step back, heal, and watch. Being me, Corgi, I set myself in a new direction: China. This is a real theme in my little Minnesota life. I eat and breathe, pray and learn about China these days.

I hear about the underground churches meeting in China, and the example of fervent faith they set. I don’t see that much here, but through social media, particularly Instagram, I am (by chance, mostly) exposed to a set of young folk who really show fire for the Lord.

That’s exciting.

I am privileged to be on the “worship team” on Sunday mornings at my local church. I am not a member of the church, but I have been given permission to serve as a musician. I am not the “A” team, but rather a substitute. I fill in.

(That is currently my role in my entire life. I am a substitute in all areas of my life! It’s interesting to see life as someone who fills in where needed!)

Anyway, I can look out on the congregation and see how “healthy” the numbers are. By attendance our body is healthy. Over a hundred people worship with me there on Sundays. This is a good number.

The congregation is mostly young families.

That is healthy.

There are silver haired folk scattered throughout, too. This is a good thing. Kids make a welcome ruckus during the service. This is also good.

Sadly, though, our church did not have a vacation Bible School (VBS) this summer because of a lack of volunteers. There is always a plea for help with Sunday School, Awana, and Nursery duty.

Recently I had a conversation about Children’s Church. This really made me think about the formula for church that I experienced growing up.

For me, it worked. I am sure that many of my peers found fault with the way things worked back then, but I was blissfully unaware. I loved church. I was there practically every time the doors opened.

Let me describe the formula.

Sunday morning:

Sunday School; One hour, all grade levels for kids, at least two adult classes. Nursery up to three.

Worship Time; One hour, whole congregation together for singing and “special music.” Children dismissed at sermon time for Children’s Church (which involved Bible memory and singing, a game, and a Bible story. Snack.)

Sunday Evening: 7:00 Church!!!!! Often Disney was on at 6:00 and I never saw the end of any Disney program. It took 10 minutes to get to church. This service lasted for One Hour.

(Maybe this is why I hate mysteries and I always read the end of a book first! )

Monday Evening: Pioneer Girls and Boys Brigade. 7:00 to 9:00, as I recall, maybe only until 8:00 pm.

Tuesday: Usually leadership meetings. In high school I had rehearsals for a girls’ singing group, “Daughters of the King,” after school.

Wednesday: PRAYER MEETING at 7:00pm. (Whatever happened to Wednesday Night Prayer Meeting??????) Wednesday night was also the time designated for catechism, Bible quizzing, and “Youth Group.” Our local schools held Wednesday evenings sacred and never scheduled athletic events. Choir rehearsal!

Thursday: Showers for babies and brides were usually scheduled these evenings. Women’s prayer band met on Thursday mornings at church. First Thursdays of the month were always busy.

Friday: Men’s prayer breakfast, 6:00 am. Our church had a stellar crew making breakfast at the church kitchen for the men. The men were off to work afterwards. Also, I remember practicing special music on Fridays—as my mom would often serve as a pianist at church.

Saturday: Church work days, special events, weddings—-or nothing.

Monday was also the preacher’s day off.

No small groups, just body life. You were expected to show up for every one of these things that you were involved with. Vacations were normal. If you were gone too long you would be visited.

This sort of schedule really worked for many people. I know, because I saw it play out for two decades! I think my 90 year old mom would say she experienced it for many decades.

It wasn’t burdensome. People found time to volunteer and be participants. No one was expected to do everything.

After EACH one of these One Hour Events people stayed for fellowship. No requirements, but friendships were formed, particularly on Sunday evenings, after the service. We kids would play all sorts of fun games outside (or downstairs in the church basement) while our parents chatted after the service. So many wonderful friendships were forged.

Body life. Unscheduled. Those were the days when moms stayed home with kids, but there were several women in the church who had careers, and day jobs. Men generally worked 9 to 5 but we had many first-responders and police and fire officers that attended. Often the alarms would go off during church and several guys headed out of the service. We prayed as the service continued.

People took part as they could and relationships grew. I think I knew something about every person sitting in the pews. I knew some better than others! It was nice to know people.

There was a dear woman, Verna, of whom I’ve written about before. She is a saint if anyone ever could be. She made it her goal to invite a family over for Sunday dinner EVERY SUNDAY! She made a beeline for any new family visiting.

So many people came to our church and STAYED because of Verna. Roasted meat was in her oven, potatoes, a salad—she was prepared for however many people showed up! What a blessing!

Sunday dinner was an institution for many of us, and we gathered at each other’s homes for this meal, not every Sunday, but often enough.

In the fall, usually in October, there was scheduled a “Missions Conference.” This was very special, as EVERY evening a missionary speaker spoke and shared their work around the world. There was always a banquet that week, too.

In the spring the young people had a banquet. There was usually a women’s banquet event, too. These special times were always fun to dress up for, to mark time. To celebrate.

Christmas time always had a children’s program. Vacation Bible School happened in June, and it was really like a school—all day, Monday through Friday, bag lunches and orange drink. Games and crafts, Bible story, Missionary story, Bible Memory. Snacks. Easter time usually had a special Sunday evening “cantata” presentation. The church choir worked hard for weeks on this pretty musical event.

Summer camp. I started going to Camp Shamineau in the summer after third grade. I loved summer camp!

Body life. Fellowship. Church life. It worked. I think it worked well.

With our technological age, our busy family life, sports and all the practices, School events—shopping, life experiences; this formula may seem out-dated.

I wonder. It seemed to cement us as a body and feed our souls. It wasn’t wearing. It was revitalizing.

Jesus is coming soon. Do you wonder what life with Him, in the flesh, will be like? I look forward to that with all of my heart. I know that He will make me whole, worthy, to be with Him. I feel so unworthy now! That will be erased, and He will be glorified.

We will have fellowship with each other, made perfect in Him, eternally.

I long for this, more than ever.

MARANATHA!

There is a song called “Dystopia” on the Japanese band’s OneOkRock’s album “Detox.” The imagery on the screen in the concert is all Illuminati stuff. In this particular band’s repertoire the “Puppet Masters” seem to be recognized and called out, not advocated, as in so many of the popular bands today.

It’s like they “get it.” It’s like they are warning their fans. More likely their fans are the ones who do get it, and they speak to that audience.

Except it is still not truth. So close, but not.

You and I know the truth. This world IS headed for dystopia. It is coming under the auspices of a figure know as the Antichrist.

There have been many, many anti-Christs over the centuries since Jesus came as a baby in the manger. There is one that is coming, described in the book of Revelation. Fascinating reading.

I am beginning to think this Antichrist is intrinsically connected to our current newest tech development, Artificial Intelligence.

You and I both use AI (looks like Al, with an “el” but is actually capital “eye”–I) if we are using a smart phone or computer at all.

The warnings about AI have been steadily coming, but we still see it as a harmless (mostly) tool.

Here’s where I’ve been a bit freaked out by it: distortions of reality. Being fooled by generated material.

Case No. One: dolphin and wildcat in the ocean. I love to watch heart-warming stories about animal rescues. I am an animal lover. It wasn’t long ago when I started to question these stories as being computer generated and the photo-shop was incredible! It was easy to be taken in by the story, the amazing graphics, the great story. But then reality hits.

No way! This couldn’t even be possible.

Case No. Two; text messages that accuse you of doing something bad like forgetting to pay a fee or fine. Boy, are these real sounding! To avoid scams we need to take EVERYTHING with a grain of salt. Verification becomes a necessity.

On a Chinese show someone in China got a phone notification that indicated something positive. Her friend “verified” it. Par for the course—everything must be verified in every country.

But that is getting harder too. Verifying things is cumbersome and time consuming. Isn’t it easier just to ignore?

As AI gets more comprehensive we are more at its mercy. It can change things slightly and incrementally, luring us humans into complete dystopia gradually and surely.

Do you have a paper copy of God’s Word? AI could incrementally change the Word of God. In this world of information overload we need to constantly be questioning the veracity of any information.

As a computer engineer, Ed has struggled with the philosophical implications of this computer age. Think about the feet of the giant figure that Daniel the Prophet saw in his dream—dust. A kingdom ruled by silicon. Perhaps?

Hold on to your old copy of Scripture. We must navigate this world of tech AI, but we can never lose sight of the truth. Scripture is reliable (I like the English KJV translation very, very much as it used Textus Receptus exclusively) and we can discern truth and trust the Lord that He has preserved His Word for us until now.

I trust Him in this.

But I am wary of AI and what it could do to change Scripture. I am wary of the dystopia coming.

As a Rapture believer I trust that Jesus will snatch us out of here before Antichrist really takes control, but I must warn those who still hold to a truth apart from Christ Jesus. That is my job as a “watchman.”

Be alert! Satan will deceive like he did as a serpent with Eve in the garden in Genesis. He is still deceiving.

We trust the Lord our God, and we can remain hopeful that He will continue to protect us! We still must guard our hearts AND MINDS and be Bereans who check every thing according to Scripture!

So have a hard copy of God’s Word. Always watch for alterations. AI can be incredibly convincing. How easy to be swept down its path of deception. Satan can manipulate tech, but God can, of course, too.

Nothing is impossible with God.

We must know truth.

I think of the millions in Japan and around the world, sensing, like the band I mentioned, a coming deception, but unaware of the truth in Jesus Christ that can preserve and protect us from that deception.

We are fighters. We must wear armor. We know our foe. Thanks be to God!

We are not unaware.

It is sweet to be trusting of people, expecting the good, giving the benefit of the doubt. How many times have you shared something false on social media? WE have all done it, I assert. We tend to share things from sources we’ve learned to trust, especially “Christian” sources. Some of us trust “mainstream” sources of information.

But be wise as serpents, innocent as doves. So says the Word.

Don’t get taken in. Navigate this world with discretion.

I pray Jesus comes SOON. The deception is only getting stronger. I pray for us to know the truth and be able to discern the lies. I just don’t trust myself much anymore!

But Jesus knows. He is the Preserver. He will keep me, as He promised.

What about your friends?

The door of the ark is shutting, even as God did the shutting in the time of Noah. They need to know this truth of Jesus, more than ever!

Come Lord Jesus!

MARANATHA!

I would like to strongly recommend my friend’s work and research. Carl Teichrib wrote a book called “Game of Gods” which is MUST READING. Also, listen to his interviews, which are multiple. What he talks about is probably over the heads of 90% of us, but he is a watchman, fully monitoring the trends that drive our societies. What I wrote today is pablum compared to the steaks Carl gives us.

I still struggle with convincing some of my dear ones of even the most basic information regarding coming events. Perhaps you struggle with this too. There are times I want to bash a book on the head—-WAKE UP!!!!!!

Only the Holy Spirit can remove the scales from the eyes. Yes, we must continue to warn, but it is God who opens the eyes and ears. He who has ears to hear, let him hear. Rest in that truth.

I so appreciate Carl and his wife LeAnne. They are true friends. I am honored to know them. Whenever they visit Corgi Hollows I am treated to stories of his recent escapades! Always amazing—always helpful in navigating our walk in this age. Please, please, for your good, check out his material. He is a researcher par excellence.