A Reflection on 2019 – The Present.

We have passed these last three years amazed, and struck dumb, stunned and befuddled by everything that has happened to us; by all that was done to us. Alienated, isolated, divided and demoralized on a scale that was momentous, we were collectively struck when we weren’t looking, and knocked out before we knew what hit us. And when we got to our feet again, we found ourselves in a battle. We discovered we were at war, inexplicably, against ourselves—brothers against sisters, mothers against sons. Loved ones turned against loved ones, life-long relationships crumbling to dust, and families were set on fire. Love gave way to fear. Truth gave way to lies. Hope gave way to despair. And suspicions arose everywhere.

Distrust and mistrust grew between neighbors where previously healthy acceptance had held us together. Persuasion gave way to coercion, and power was exerted over the weak. Instead of listening and working together against a common enemy, we made each other our enemy; we fought only for ourselves, our tribe against new enemies—former friends and family members. We were thrust, or thrust ourselves, into a deep darkness of fear, and were blinded by it; flailing against one another.

We have been at war now, for three years (perhaps longer), but we are fighting against the wrong enemies. We have turned against our own flesh and blood. But we are deluded because we needn’t fight against flesh and blood; we should be fighting against subtler enemies that are the foundation of our misery. Our battle is really against the very things that have been destroying us these past few years; a virus is our enemy, not those who carry the virus. It is a physical virus and a metaphorical one as well. It is a physical pathogen and a spiritual one too; it is Covid, but it is also very truly the corrosive fear that is eating us away as a people. Division is our enemy, alienation and isolation is our enemy. Coercion and the abuse of power is our enemy. Greed and envy is our enemy. All of these are the true enemies we should have been fighting during this pandemic, and against which we should mount a new offensive now.

Stop fighting man against woman, black against white, blue against red, and vice versa…

Fight for goodness by being good, fight for unity by forgiving, fight for trust by being honest, and fight for reconciliation by your humility. Fight for the human spirit that is in every person, and for the soul that lives in each of us. We need to fight together to regain our nobility as a people, to remember that truth about ourselves—we have a nobility by virtue of being made, and we need to fight for the divinity that resides within our human nature. Fight against dehumanization, against pure materialism, against nihilism and the anti-Godliness of a wholly secular vision. Fight against the subtle powers that try to convince us that we are only beasts, simply animals, and not worth fighting for.

I am only now starting to come to my senses again, after three years of feeling shell-shocked and bewildered. The pain and horror of our collective pandemic misery is only beginning to come into focus for me. We have lost so much; there are so many casualties and so much destruction. But there is hope. We have been down, but not out. There is very much to fight for still, and to rebuild. We can rebuild the spirit of love within our families, between siblings, and re-form old friendships, rekindle love between us, between races, between political opponents. We can rebuild unity, turning away from division, rejecting coercion and saying no to alienation; we can build community in the midst of opposing ideas.

The power behind all of the evils which have beleaguered us is very real, and it won’t go away easily or without a struggle; especially now that it has enjoyed so many victories of late—we are so divided and estranged from one another. Power loves power more than people. I have been in hiding of sorts, to protect myself. I want to live in a place free from all this treachery; just hoping that it will all go away. But it appears that evil is growing and expanding. What hope is there against the fear and hatred which seems to be devouring our world? It makes me cry because I just want to live. Don’t we all just want to live; and not to be used, or abused, fooled or crushed? Power loves power, and devours mankind. But I take solace knowing Jesus Christ; because Jesus embodies all the meekness that devours power, and in Him I find peace to live, courage to face fear, and endurance to overcome hatred.

~FS

Always Seek

Seeking a relationship with Christ yet not finding it, is nevertheless, still far better than settling for a relationship with this world only, and thereby falling into a comfort of sorts— relating merely to what our fallen world has to offer. Our Lord may hide from us, leaving us always wishing for more, and causing us to question whether seeking Him is worth the trouble, but the alternative is worse—leaving us bereft of hope, empty of lasting meaning, and lost in a matrix of confusion and delusions.

~FS

A Good Conversation

We stood together, he and I,

Side by side, bearing witness to our friend:

Who lay silently, without protestation, as the lid slid into place,

And as the little box, large enough for a child, descended.

Our eyes met, his and mine,

And I uttered the time-honored, lame pronouncement:

“I am so sorry for your loss,” emerged from my palely smiling lips.

His eyes smiled more truly, and more winsomely.

“We live in the light of the Lord,” he replied.

“We are always in the light of the Lord.”

“How do you know?” I marveled at his faith,

So unexpectedly, found here, and now especially.

“I don’t know,” he shrugged, “We just are,” he said.

In no way efforting to persuade me of his assertion,

Yet, convincing me still, through his simple sincerity,

And by manner of his unfeigned innocence, he opened my heart.

~FS

A Penitent Investor

Lord, allow me enough money to protect me from the evil intentions of men who would manipulate me by my poverty; and give me not so much money that I would lose sight of humanity in pursuit of my wealth.

Lord, I fear that I have investments which are not in the cause of good and that do not support the advancement of Godliness or righteousness on the earth. I am certain that I have invested poorly, when seen through the lens of love; even if my investment have earned high returns, in purely economic terms.

It pains me to think that I support companies who have no regard for the true needs of human beings, but are solely focused on how much wealth they can extract from every human unit.

Show me what to do with my money, so that it helps and doesn’t hurt; so that it is invested in the furtherance of your kingdom on earth, and is not invested with those who desire to be kings over the earth; I do not want to be party to their kingdom. It bothers me knowing that I am.

It is certainly better to invest not just wisely, but Godly; and to feast at the table of our Lord, rather than to dine in the palaces of the wicked. Show me the way that I can go, that is not too high and not too low. What can an average Christian, like me, best do with his money?

~FS

A Tale of Two People

This is a tale of two people:

One is a young devoted nurse. Not more than one year ago she was vibrant and healthy and was great at her job. She was voted nurse of the month. Now, following two shots of Moderna and a Pfizer booster shot she is often bedridden and has so many health problems she can’t even recount them all. She is on over twenty medications. She wants you to know her story because she cares. She is still trying to help others; now by sharing her tragic story so that hopefully you and those you love can avoid a similar fate. 

The other person is an attorney general of the state of Washington named Bob Ferguson, who wants to make it a crime for me to tell you this story about this beautiful young nurse. He wants it to be a crime to tell her story because, according to him it is ‘misinformation’. Under his proposed legislation her personal story about what happened to her after taking these shots could be considered criminal because, in his mind it poses a danger to our society. But the only real danger is from those that would try to control and suppress the truth. Our attorney general is the actual danger in this story, not the afflicted nurse, nor me who want to share her story with you. 

Here is a link to the nurses story:

Here are links to Mr Ferguson’s proposed legislation, and information about it:

House Bill HB1333

https://informedchoicewa.substack.com/p/free-speech-and-conscience-rights?

How is the tragedy unfolding around the globe of ‘vaccine’ injuries and deaths, not another Holocaust, but for our own age? How is the accruing human damage and suffering from these shots being given around the world not a crime against humanity? Isn’t this a tragedy unfolding before our eyes much like the one in Germany and Poland nearly one hundred years ago? Our fellow citizens are being maimed and murdered by corporations, with complicity by our own governments, and we pretend not to notice. They told their citizens back then to ignore those trains of people riding off to the slaughter in concentration camps, just as they are telling us now that people aren’t dying from their ‘vaccine’ products; they say that these people don’t exist, they aren’t real, the pain and suffering you hear rumor of, is just a lie. And those who talk about it are liars and criminals. 

We always wondered, didn’t we, how the German and Polish people could have allowed such a Holocaust to happen to their neighbors directly in their midst? Hindsight gives us clear vision. Yet even now we can see this phenomenon with our own senses. Let’s not make the same mistake they did. Speak up and tell the truth, and don’t let them hide behind their so-called science. Theirs is only a science of profiting at the expense of human beings.  

~FS

My Brother and My Guide

You came to me, took my hand and led me into fields of light.

There I knelt before you, kissed your hand and I shared all that I am.

You smiled at me, and then I understood what is true and what is not.

I am ready for a brother and a guide, and I asked for you to come.

“It is time,” you said, “cast aside your life and follow where I lead.”

It is time! It is time! It is time you said to me, to follow where you lead.

I agree that it is time, and I am ready to follow where you’ll lead.

Yes I will follow where you’ll lead, for you are my brother and my guide.

Because I know you when I hear you, and I see you with my eyes.

In your presence, happily I and the world do drift farther and far apart.

~FS

Gratitude is Like a Winter Coat

Gratitude is like a winter coat,

that keeps the bitter thoughts away,

and gently warms our hearts.

Thankfulness is a down comforter,

that we can wrap around us,

and allows us to sleep contentedly.

Like a steaming cup of hot chocolate,

and the delightful taste of toasted smores,

is the sweet savor of humble acceptance.

To insulate us against the destructive drafts of envy,

and to shut out the frigid winds of disappointment,

we need only to erect an edifice of ever-present gratitude.

Each day, and in every circumstance, we can weave our warm contentment,

with thankfulness & gratitude the threads which lead us into our future,

and with joy and peace as the weft which fills our every moment.

~FS

Prayer of An Aspiring Magi

Three things I yearn to give to you, my Lord.

Three things I desire that you take from me.

That I may have your better things.

Take my love of money:

Take that place within me,

And fill it with love of You.

Take my love of pleasure:

Shift me from my slavery to my five senses,

To gratitude for everything that flows from You.

Take my worldliness:

I give to You my every distraction,

Every thing which I seek in place of You.

I lay these at your feet,

That I may know your peace,

And enter fully into your mysteries.

~FS

Holy Snow

Holy Spirit

cover me

like snowfall.

Hide my imperfections

and make me new again.

Soften the world around me,

enlighten the dark of night.

Bring all to silence

within your holiness.

Enliven our senses,

heighten our awareness.

That we may know You.

You are our hope.

Emerging from beneath this white blanket,

like spring flowers brightly to live again.

~FS

You Make Me Whole

When I had fallen, when I fell,

I was despondent, I felt ashamed.

When I had lost nearly all hope,

You came to me, brother, sister.

You reminded me of the light,

To look only to The Light.

We are not failures,

Though we may fail.

Though we may court darkness,

Have given it license, for a time.

Or for times, it takes places,

Within us; We are not that!

In a moment of despair I cried out,

What am I, if not failure?

Have I not become a curse?!

Does not every moment of my life,

Tell the story of my failures?

I was blinded and deceived.

You brother, sister, came to me,

Shining Light into my dark night.

You knelt beside me,

And shared in my suffering.

Declaring what I have always been,

Made in the image and likeness of God.

We share this One body,

One life, One blood.

Our brokenness reveals the unity,

Beneath the fragile shell of our corruption.

We are partakers of a great Light,

Who heals us out of the midst of our brokenness.

~FS