I went to bed one evening and woke up the next morning in a country I no longer recognized.
I knew an viral infection was coming, it’s easy to say we all did. I expected another round of our usual response: just wash your hands. Quit touching your face. Get treated if infected.
Instead we have been exposed to a dry run of a great, centrally planned, totalitarian scheme to train society to obey, as if it were something out of a movie.
Suddenly, nothing was what it was and the creeping feeling of it never returning again hit me hard. I was catatonic for awhile. I was unsure what to do, as my lifestyle, my work had not been hit in a way where I was compromised. But hours a day were spent watching on in horror, as the world goes mad over the refusal to submit.
To submit to governments.
To submit to corporations.
To submit to your neighbor.
And the willingness, eagerness, and active participation in this by Christians who should only submit to Christ.
If the uniqueness of submission to God with the embracing of individuality and self-agency is eliminated then Christianity has no point to exist, other than to be a tag, a marker to organize when and how its believers are to meet their end.
My observation is one that is simple and that harkens back to the ‘Ol Time Religion preachers that warned us for when the Lord separated the sheep from the goats, that there are impostors among us.
If you wear the mask for no other reason than to submit, you’ll take the vaccine.
If you take the vaccine, you’ll take the ID.
If you take the ID, you’ll take the mark.
If you wear The Mask, you’d take The Mark.
This was the dress rehearsal. We all have one more chance.
“Let the one who does wrong continue to do wrong; let the vile person continue to be vile; let the one who does right continue to do right; and let the holy person continue to be holy.”
Mask off, clad up.