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I was the only person out of 15 on mushrooms in a ski cabin at a bachelor party and had this exact same experience - but the “actors” were the actual people there with me. Once that “clicked” they just all stared at me like they were waiting for their lines. Thought I was dead.
“Huh, this sure is a LOT of terminally ill people getting on the same flight. And they’re all whispering to each other and look like they’re plotting something?? Weird.”
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Surely this man is proclaiming how proud he is of his architect girlfriend’s recently constructed buildings
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I needed to move a sofa.
I mentioned this to an American. He said, "You know anybody with a truck?"
I did not know anybody with a truck.
He looked at me with real concern. Not pity. Concern. The way you look at a man who has told you he does not have a name.
"You gotta know somebody with a truck."
I asked how one acquires such a person.
He said, "You just do."
This is the third time I have received that answer in this country. It is the answer to everything here. You just do. There is no process. There is only the eventual fact of having.
He said, "Ask Kevin."
I do not know a Kevin. He said Kevin like I should. He said it the way you say a shared uncle.
I met Kevin four days later. Kevin owns a truck. Kevin does not own a truck for himself. Nobody owns a truck for themselves. Kevin owns a truck for a fifteen mile radius.
Inside I said: THIS MAN HAS TAKEN A VOW. HE DID NOT ANNOUNCE IT. HE SIMPLY PURCHASED A BED AND ACCEPTED THE CONSEQUENCES.
Kevin arrived on Saturday. He brought the truck. He also brought a second man.
I had not asked for a second man.
The second man's name is Tony. Tony came because Kevin came. Tony did not know me. Tony did not ask what we were moving. Tony brought gloves.
They moved the sofa in eleven minutes.
I offered them money. Both of them laughed at the same time, which felt rehearsed and was not.
I asked what I owed them.
Kevin said, "Buy the pizza."
That is the price. That is the entire economy. The truck costs one pizza and the pizza is not negotiable and the pizza is also not expensive and everyone knows what size.
Inside I said: THE FEE IS FIXED ACROSS THE ENTIRE NATION AND WAS SET BY NO ONE.
We ate on the floor because the sofa was against the wall and none of us wanted to be the first to sit on it.
Tony told me his daughter plays soccer. I asked if she is good. He said, "She's aggressive."
I still think about that.
Three weeks later, Kevin texted me.
"You free Sunday? Helping Tony move a fridge."
He did not ask if I wanted to. He informed me of a fridge.
Inside I said: I HAVE BEEN CALLED UP. I DID NOT ENLIST. THE PAPERS WERE FILED ON MY BEHALF.
I went. I moved the fridge. I have no truck. I contributed only arms.
Afterward, a man I had never met asked me if I knew anybody with a truck.
I said, "Yeah, I got a guy."
I have a guy.
I am somebody's guy now, too. Tony has told two people about me.
He describes me as "the guy who's strong for his size."
I have never been prouder of a sentence in my life.
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I am deeply troubled in my spirit by a dreadful omen that appeared last week in my small town.
7 birds laying dead on the sidewalk of the main street that goes through town, all at the same time and all within a few feet of each other.
No signs of trauma or predation, no other birds in the area have died since, and this was seen by many witnesses as it was downtown during noon.
I have taken time in earnest to study my Bible and spend time in prayer to seek out the Lord to determine the meaning of this sign as I was immediately troubled by the appearance of it.
I have found that many times in the scriptures birds are commonly used as the symbol of a "spirit."
At Jesus baptism by John, the Holy Spirit descended upon Christ in the form of a Dove.
In Old Testament purification rites, two birds were taken as an atonement for sin, each was put in an earthen vessel but one was killed while the other was then let free to fly away.
This not only being a foreshadowing of Christ's coming in the flesh and acting as an atonement for our sins and saving us, but an indication again that birds in the spiritual realm represent the spirit or soul.
Now you know as well as I do that the number of man in the scriptures is 6, but the number of God is always 7.
I cannot therefore help but be drawn to the conclusion, that this terrible sign and omen, much like the signs and omens that appeared before the fall of Jerusalem in 70 A.D., could mean anything other than "The Spirit of God is departing from this place."
Now take this and ponder it in your heart, search the scriptures and seek wisdom from the Holy Spirit for yourself.
And then I want you to look around.
Look around at the horrific violence in our streets, the murders that take place in broad daylight, and the merciless bloodshed and injustice that increase daily with exponential frequency and ferocity.
The fabric of our society is hanging on by a thread.
The gentleman that wore a "New World Order" jacket to the 2018 met Gala just shared on his timeline a movie depicting vigilantism in order to promote violent tribalism to his 240 million followers.
Please understand that I say this with a heavy heart and with no small consideration of the matter.
If the Spirit of the Lord is departing Christendom, then we are about to enter into an era of hyper violence and chaos that we've only read about in history books.
I ask that you pray with me right now, that the Lord would give us a little more time.
Not to save Christendom, for as Archbishop Fulton J. Sheen has said, it is already dead.
It's pale white bones are scattered across the globe, and there is nothing worth saving.
I ask that you pray with me now, that the Lord would give us a little more time, so that people of our nation would turn from sin and accept Jesus the Christ as their Lord and Savior.
If you have some time today, read the sermon below and consider these things prayerfully.
Peace be with you, my brothers in Christ.
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Understand this: The movies and shows about the crucifixion have been tame when compared to what He actually went through.
Even The Passion Of The Christ was forced to hold back a little in order to avoid an X rating.
Crucifixion was, and still is, arguably the most excruciating death someone can experience.
The night before in Gethsemane, He was sweating blood. This is known as hematidrosis. This would have caused His skin to become extremely sensitive, thus making the beatings to come even worse.
The fear He felt was the beginning of His feeling the weight of our iniquities being laid on Him.
Yet - in this moment, He didn’t demand that the Father take it from Him. He only asked for the cup to pass Him over if it was within the Father’s will.
Up next came the Cat of Nine Tails, or a Roman Flagrum. This was a weapon with long leather “tails”, each embedded with sharp bones and metal.
He was flogged 39 times as Jewish law mandated “40 minus one”, because 40 was said to kill a man.
This flogging wasn’t like being punished by your father’s leather belt.
Every strike tore flesh, every strike exposed muscle. Every strike exposed nerve endings. Every strike tore flesh to the bone.
This would be like getting struck with razor blades over and over again, leading to hypovolemic shock from blood loss.
Oh, and the crown of thorns? These weren’t rose thorns. These were thorns which were 2-3 inches long. Beaten into his skull.
These thorns would have pierced his skull, tripping the trigeminal nerve, thus causing unimaginable pain and even more blood loss from the dozens of head wounds.
At this point, extreme nausea and dizziness would begin to set in.
What came next? Carrying the cross. Which weighed around 300lbs. This would be like carrying two full kegs on your back.
Splinters and wood grating against the open flesh on His back. And He had to carry it 650 yards, or close to a half mile.
Imagine carrying a log on your back after being skinned alive.
Up next? He was nailed to the cross with spikes 5-7in in length. Piercing His wrists - this no doubt pierced the median nerve, causing extreme burning sensations up and down His arms.
A spike was driven through his ankles - severing nerves and tendons. This would have felt like standing on broken glass every time He pushed Himself up in order to breathe.
He suffered for 6 hours.
His chest muscles collapsing, making every single breath a fight for life.
His shoulders were dislocated, His arms stretching unnaturally long.
His heart was struggling to pump blood.
He was extremely dehydrated, His lips cracking.
His heart more than likely literally ruptured from the stress.
And on top of all of that, He had to feel a separation with the Father for a period of time in order to REALLY bear the weight of our sin.
He took up this burden for ALL sin before Him, and ALL sin which came after Him.
HE DID IT ALL FOR US.
To free us. To defeat sin. To give us a pathway to the Kingdom.
Every sin we commit is exactly why He had to do it.
And the real kicker? He knew what was coming when He rode into Jerusalem … and He didn’t turn around. He kept going.
For us.
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> friend shared the gospel with me at 19
> didn’t take it seriously or think much of it
> got caught up in new age eastern religion
> became a porn riddled, drug addicted, fornicating low life
> blinded by EDM, “free love” culture, and psychedelics
> felt like I was going to die one night bordering on overdosing
> remembered what my friend shared with me years prior
> came under intense conviction that if I died in that moment I’d rightly go to Hell and that my life was hanging in the balance if I didn’t get help
> but had no one around me to help
> made my way to the nearest bathroom, fell on my knees and cried out to Christ for help — I raised the white flag, acknowledged my sin, pled for forgiveness and mercy in that moment, and that, if He spared my life, I’d live for Him the rest of my days
> immediately felt a peace rush over me like never before, my clarity restored and the effects of the drugs immediately vanished
> porn addiction, gone. Drug addiction, gone. Party lifestyle, no longer felt appealing. Had a new hunger for the Scriptures that couldn’t be satiated
> have never been the same since that day. God really does make flowers out of weeds
