I begin this month's post on a windy day, windy enough to break the cheap flag-holder, taking down the flag and ending up with the flag and pole coming down on the downstairs neighbor's car or worse, sending their youngest child to the hospital. So, I took the flag down for the windstorm.
As much as I can be done with Chinese-made cheap things, I am done with them. It will be nice to find American-made things again, but our wind here is so strong, one year it bent the schoolyard fence. It probable wouldn't matter where the flag, the flagpole or the flagpole holder were made. What I will never give up, however, is Chinese Massage. Chinese Massage is the superior form of massage and an indispensable wellness routine. Chinese herbalists are also highly rated in my mind. What is so unfortunate about China's multi-millennial history has been the last near-100 years of commitment to communism. This was never an organic revolution either. It was sprouted and nourished by elements in Europe that embedded themselves in New York, the same parasite families that have misruled everywhere else with slavery of one form or another. It didn't last in Russia, and it likely will not last much longer in China either. The most devious form of Communism that thrives here in the U.S. is called Democracy. The normalization of assassination in the name of Democracy proved to me that this was just Communism cleverly disguised as something else, and the paint is starting to chip. What is real underneath is now obvious to many. I keep peeling away onion skins, however, and I wonder if the Dragon Families in Asia are just as caught up in the slave trade as the European "elite" families. What I do know and what gives me encouragement is that China has one of the fastest growing populations making a commitment to Jesus. When people come together in prayer with the Holy Spirit, amazing things happen.
Despite all the fog of war, and barely knowing left from right lately from all the bizarre theatrics and revived pandemic threats, I get up every day and go where I'm valued to do some honest work. My family gives me joy. The little town in Northern California where I live, not far from the little town where I grew up, is still a peaceful place. I'm not on call this week, so I can go play ukulele with the worship team tomorrow, and I know my prayers will add to the prayers of millions of others in prayer around the world, particularly here in the U.S., where we are rededicating our Union of States as one nation under God.
We're at the turning of an age, according to great thinkers. Wisdom keepers might call it the end of an age, or the end of days. For centuries the morbidly wealthy sadist families misruling the planet have known we'd be coming into these times. They've put a lot of time and effort into having that harvest go to their advantage. It will not.
