The “pandemic” benefitted humanity by exposing fraud on a massive scale, and introducing people to the benefits of Ivermectin. A silver lining to a really dark cloud. I had been diagnosed with prostate cancer, and refused the recommended radiation treatments, as it may be “targeted” but still does damage to surrounding systems. Now, after the pandemic, they can’t detect it in biopsy or MRI. I wouldn’t try to tell my urologist but I’m pretty sure pony paste saved my life.
I had a ‘pal’ that miraculously survived a horrific, and thankfully just his own, car crash, probably because he was blackout drunk. He was, however quite badly injured. I remember visiting him in the convalescent hospital where he was recovering. In the common room he opined loudly about how God had spared him. I knew him as an addict, criminal, and free range fornicator. (Like me, but maybe not as bad) Not exactly churchy. Fun, sure but not remotely a religious guy. I sat there looking around at the other patients many of whom were obviously terminal. I thought he was utterly insensitive to suggest he was under some form of divine protection. (And they, by implication weren’t.). I didn’t say anything, of course, but my already somewhat low opinion of him wasn’t exactly enhanced.
I lost touch with him for years, but heard from mutual friends he hadn’t changed his habits. He even got hired at my workplace, against my specific and detailed advice and he proved worse than I predicted. He got fired from a union job, so he must have really messed up.
Then after some more years I heard he’d become an Orthodox Christian, and was using his considerable musical talents to compose and perform devotional songs. He’s even gained some notoriety for this.
That is to say, his story wasn’t over, and maybe God did have plans for him. I’d written him off entirely, but Lord Jesus Christ apparently had other ideas.
Also, being dead isn’t the worst thing that can happen to a person. If you’ve ever watched someone die you’ll understand.
If I’ve been spared by some divine intervention I shudder to think what more may yet be required of me before I can fall asleep in The Lord, and await final judgement in the bosom of Abraham. I converted too. It could happen to anyone.
St. Dismas, for instance, or St. Moses the Black who was instantly converted after pillaging multiple monasteries. Maybe ask Mike Lindell…. annoying, but devout.
The “pandemic” benefitted humanity by exposing fraud on a massive scale, and introducing people to the benefits of Ivermectin. A silver lining to a really dark cloud. I had been diagnosed with prostate cancer, and refused the recommended radiation treatments, as it may be “targeted” but still does damage to surrounding systems. Now, after the pandemic, they can’t detect it in biopsy or MRI. I wouldn’t try to tell my urologist but I’m pretty sure pony paste saved my life.
Thank God for clear MRI & biopsy!! 🙏🙌 You are walking proof of pony paste. Excited for you 12Ga!
God works in mysterious ways and His timing is always perfect! ✨🤍
I had a ‘pal’ that miraculously survived a horrific, and thankfully just his own, car crash, probably because he was blackout drunk. He was, however quite badly injured. I remember visiting him in the convalescent hospital where he was recovering. In the common room he opined loudly about how God had spared him. I knew him as an addict, criminal, and free range fornicator. (Like me, but maybe not as bad) Not exactly churchy. Fun, sure but not remotely a religious guy. I sat there looking around at the other patients many of whom were obviously terminal. I thought he was utterly insensitive to suggest he was under some form of divine protection. (And they, by implication weren’t.). I didn’t say anything, of course, but my already somewhat low opinion of him wasn’t exactly enhanced.
I lost touch with him for years, but heard from mutual friends he hadn’t changed his habits. He even got hired at my workplace, against my specific and detailed advice and he proved worse than I predicted. He got fired from a union job, so he must have really messed up.
Then after some more years I heard he’d become an Orthodox Christian, and was using his considerable musical talents to compose and perform devotional songs. He’s even gained some notoriety for this.
That is to say, his story wasn’t over, and maybe God did have plans for him. I’d written him off entirely, but Lord Jesus Christ apparently had other ideas.
Also, being dead isn’t the worst thing that can happen to a person. If you’ve ever watched someone die you’ll understand. If I’ve been spared by some divine intervention I shudder to think what more may yet be required of me before I can fall asleep in The Lord, and await final judgement in the bosom of Abraham. I converted too. It could happen to anyone. St. Dismas, for instance, or St. Moses the Black who was instantly converted after pillaging multiple monasteries. Maybe ask Mike Lindell…. annoying, but devout.
Happy New Year