The vaccine currently being forced on the world has been brought to market via a growing mountain of stolen flesh. The stolen flesh of unborn children. Jesus died on a hill for children like these and, for many Christians, knowing that they will arise joyfully with them at the resurrection, this is a hill worth dying on, should God require it.
However, as revolting and demonic as the means of production are, and as innocent or ignorant as many of the jab-recipients may have been in their endeavour to “do the right thing”, the deeper issue is not the morality of the kill shot or its production, but its elevated and superstitious status among men.
Speaking of the vaccine’s sacramental counterpart, masks, Dr Melissa Sell writes,
You are not being scientific when you wear a mask, you’re being superstitious. Masks are a ritual, a virtue signal, a talisman…
Like carrying a rabbit’s foot, a St. Christopher medal, or a cross, they are physically pointless, but spiritually significant.
This particular government injectable has moved from a recommended medical intervention to a rite of passage. It’s a baptism that renders one righteous (acceptable) in the eyes of the world and secures access to a variety of blessings from the state.
And if that sounds eerily like the gospel it’s because, like all false religions, it’s simply another crude imitation of the eternal gospel upon which the world was built (Revelation 14:6).
Having abandoned the fear of the Lord, the world has engineered its own fright. COVID-19 has been pitched as a devastating threat to our mortal flesh. It’s the “unclean thing” and Caesar has stepped in to save us from our uncleanness. And if that sounds like another gospel, it is, but I repeat myself.
For those beginning to see the idolatry of the whole thing, the way out is simple (though perhaps costly) – stop participating in it.
Wherefore come out from among them, and be ye separate, saith the Lord, and touch not the unclean thing; and I will receive you. I will be a Father unto you, and ye shall be my sons and daughters, saith the Lord Almighty. (2 Corinthians 6:17-18)
Refusal to participate in the current mythology will of course mean persecution, beatings, deprivation, and perhaps even death. It will mean living with a chorus of false accusations from those close to you.
It will also mean a clear conscience, clean air, a cheerful face, a glad heart, and true liberty in the midst of a generation in chains.
You and I are dying. It’s not a matter of whether or not the hill awaits us, but which hill we are going to die on.
And it shall come to pass in the latter days that the mountain of the house of the Lord shall be established as the highest of mountains, and it shall be lifted up above the hills; and the people shall flow to it, and many nations shall come, and say:
“Come, let us go up to the mountain of the Lord, to the house of the God of Jacob, that He may teach us His ways and that we may walk in His paths.”
…For all the people walk in the name of their own god, but we will walk in the name of the Lord our God forever and ever. (Micah 4:1-5)
For many, the sacraments of bread and wine have been replaced by the superstitions of mask and separation. Participation in their communion means being muzzled and isolated.
For those who choose not to participate in their safety-worship, the road ahead will mean persecution. But it will also mean the warm welcome of smiling faces, the courageous pleasure of big hugs, the risky joy of food shared and songs sung as we ascend the mountain of God.
For those who may have fallen for the new religion, turning on your heels might involve eating a hefty chunk of humble pie. That’s okay. As the saying goes, you are what you eat. So eat and be glad, for He gives grace to the humble, and the hungry He has filled with good things.
Too many people bowing down, worshipping and relying on the snake on a pole system (the created) instead of worshipping and relying on the one who truly delivers and saves (the Creator) 😔
David Trounce says
Thanks for the comment, Alison. Interestingly, the serpent on the pole was running through my mind as I wrote this. How easily we take what is meant for our good and turn it into a god.