My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness. Corinthians 12:9. That’s understandable: once you are unable to stand in the way, once your own will is putting up no more interference, then God works perfectly. Sure, He could steamroll you if He wants – and when it comes to Paul, it almost seems as if that was God’s plan all along, and yet, Paul still had a choice – but He doesn’t. He doesn’t force you to do anything because love does not force.
Grace is sufficient to keep someone around for 11 months, long passed the time that others may have thought I would have become bored with this. This hasn’t been easy, although it could certainly be a lot worse. I’ve noticed that a lot of people are fine with it as long as they thing we share the same politics and if I’ll continue to walk on the same eggshells.
Five hundred people witnessed Jesus walking around three days after His very public death. Jesus was alive and well, with holes in His hands and feet, as our glorified bodies will bear the marks that glorified God. Five hundred people witnessed Him ascend to Heaven on His own power. The apostles were visited by the Holy Spirit and given the actual ability to speak in tongues, as in, to speak fluently languages they never spoken before, and went out to make believers of all men. In return, they were hunted, jailed, beaten, persecuted, and murdered. Not a single Apostle raised a sword against anyone of those opposed them. Not a single Apostle demanded tribute or glory for themselves in relation to Christ. It would seem that Christianity was a losing game, and that to be one of God’s children was to suffer and die.
And yet, people continued to want to become one of God’s children and to remain one of God’s children, even unto death. If Christianity was merely a coping mechanism for poverty and marginalization, the fact that it made them poorer and more marginalized certainly would make them seek out a different coping mechanism. If Christianity was a way to explain away injustice or suffering, it would still make more sense to avoid both by not being a Christian. Under the pain of torture and death, of the persecution of themselves and their families, they were still drawn to Jesus.
Ok, but why?
If the Apostles were becoming rich off of the poor by blowing smoke up their asses, eventually, the poor would walk away. We know that disciples even leave when Jesus tells them directly what they must do: a ton of them left Jesus when He insisted that to be saved, we must literally eat His flesh and drink His blood, and one of His apostles, Judas, left when the first Eucharist was happening without partaking. A bunch of them griped when they were told that they can’t divorce their wives, and some may have left as well.
So why did the disciples stay? Why did the Apostles stay even unto death, and why did the new apostles, such as Barsabas and Mattias, also stay despite hardship and persecution? Why did the bishops stick around (because all of the apostles would continue to be replaced with new apostles)? Why did Peter allow himself to be hung upside down if it was just a ruse? Why did James the Greater allow himself to be stoned to death if it were just an illusion? Why did Paul allow himself to be tortured and imprisoned and also really hated by most of the other Christians if this was all just a comforting fantasy?
You could say it was a delusion or the result of sunken costs, and yet, most people eventually cut their losses when there’s nowhere else to go and the delusion isn’t comforting anymore. No one was forcing the early Christians to be Christian: they were under impress pressure to cease and desist. So why keep going? What was in it for them? After all, many of them are already suffering as conquered peoples under Rome anyway. Why make it worse?
So why do people make it worse on themselves by becoming Christian?
Because there’s nothing like grace. It is sufficient the way that air, food, and water is sufficient to keep you alive. It can’t be replaced with air, food, or water. It can’t be replaced with being included in secular circles again. It can’t be replaced with being in the world, floating along like a log from one distraction to the next. It can’t be replaced with other people liking you or at least, condoning you. It can’t be replaced with worldly success, physical beauty, money, power, on intelligence. After all: what does worldly success, physical beauty, money, power, or intelligence amount to when you can’t breathe because you’re in a vacuum? What value does it have when there’s famine, no food to be had, none to be procured? How about in a severe drought? When there’s no food and no water, you don’t care about those things. When you receive grace, you realize that before grace, your world was a vacuum with no food and no water, and that there are still many people living in a vacuum with no food and no water who think it’s great. They think they’re free. They think that because they don’t partake in the thing they need that they’re somehow liberated from it.
But I tell you, there is no alternative universe, and in this one, you are either God’s child or you are God’s slave, and He will let you choose because He loves you, and even if you choose poorly, you still get to come back to Him, over and over again, because that’s what good parents do. Satan was not liberated when he fell like lightning from Heaven: he went from child to slave, and he chose that for himself. No one in the court of the king gets to refuse to advance the kingdom’s agenda; no one gets to work at cross-purposes to the king, and no one gets to ascend above the king. Satan knew exactly what he was doing, and he chose it anyway, as did the other 1/3 of the angels in Heaven: the rejected the Holy Spirit, which is the unforgivable sin, because if you reject God’s love, how could you dwell within God’s love? How can you receive Mercy if you reject Mercy? How can you receive forgiveness if you reject forgiveness? It’s impossible. You can’t reject Love and then dwell in Love, and if you reject it, why would you want to dwell in it? His grace is sufficient for you: this undeserved but freely given and endless outpouring of mercy given out of endless and boundless love is sufficient for you because all other things flow through it. You have actual water out of God’s grace. You have actual food out of God’s grace. You have actual air out of God’s grace.
Satanism is not liberation: how could Satan lead you to the think he cannot have, and why would he, who hates you so much he rejected God because of you, even attempt to get you the thing he can’t have? He didn’t want to be liberated – he wanted to supplant God, because he knew that without God, there is nothing. When Michael asked him “who is like God?” he had to tell the truth: no one is like God. Satan is more like you and I, more like your dog, more like the bacteria on your cutting board, more like a cold virus, than he is like God and Satan is seraphic, who was at one point the most beautiful of all creations that the angels would sing praise to God in glory for the fact that He made something so wonderous and beautiful as Lucifer in the first place. Now, he’s the ugliest of all because the light is not in him, and he, like the other 1/3, all wear collars and chains, and those chains are clasp in the hand of the Son. When they hear His hallowed name, they fall to their knees. They go no where and do nothing without their Master knowing. They go nowhere and no further than those chains extend, and those chains can be shortened or lengthened at any time, and even they would have to ask for permission to occupy any place.
Listen: I understand what it means to refuse grace. I was an occult practitioner, but moreover, I wrote about it. I wrote my own stuff and ghostwrote books, articles, and horoscopes, teaching people how to reject God, and I took a perverse delight in knowing that I was helping people break the First Commandment and to reject His grace. I was furious with Him because I was furious with some members of His flock. But I could see for myself that what I was writing wasn’t actually helping anyone, because no one is liberated once they find themselves trapped in an occult mentality as they just become increasingly dependent and hungrier, as it is not grace, and it is not sufficient.
Grace is different. Grace made me stop practicing magick: even though I was talking to Jesus this time last year, I was still an occultist. I was treating Him like a spiritual detour, and the occult was my main commute. However, the more I talked to Him, the more I read His word and meditated on it, and the more I used imaginative prayer and contemplation to put myself in the gospel, in Heaven, in front of the Lord, and taking everything I was reading at face value, the less interesting magick became. I would days or rush through the ritual just to get back to time with Jesus. Finally, I just gave up. It was actually a wealth ritual that I had been slogging through for some months as I had no worldly ambition and had no idea how I would accumulate more wealth with no hustle in me. I gave it up because Jesus was the treasure. He was the wealth. He was the thing I looked forward to. He was the thing that made me feel as if I was not trapped. He was the thing that made me feel that all things were possible, and that I was free. It was about this time of year when I stopped practicing most forms of divination, too. After all, I could talk to the source, and if He didn’t want to tell me something, then I wasn’t going to find it by going around him. Besides, all of my tarot readings were confusing and felt like they were just preying on my insecurities (which they were). Finally, I lost interest in astrology. The gateway drug now because the last one I quit, and the last prediction that sent me into despair and seeking God was the last one I would ever do. After all, if He made the stars, and He could pull the heavenly bodies out of the sky and re-arrange them, why bother? And what business do I have of double checking His work, lest I confuse the author with His novel like I’m Annie Wilkes?
I was starting to feel loved, and starting to realize I was loved this entire time, and that the reason He was letting me do this slowly. He let me question Him and then find the answers. He was patient and gentle, and I realized that that’s actually how you would approach me if you want a relationship with me. I mean, I’m the kind of person who can work somewhere for years and not make friends. I’ve lived in cities for years and known no one else. I am hesitant to get close and to invest emotionally in other people. I never got bored, and never got tired of it. Everything progressively better.
Grace is a bubble that shields the soul. It may not necessarily shield you from bodily harm or emotionally harm, and the spirit may be challenged, but grace satisfies the soul. Even in dark nights and dryness, there is still grace, and who you are on the very inside, the part of you that you don’t share with others but that God sees, the most raw and vulnerable part of you, is still shielded. You don’t question why you exist, or if you’re wasting your time. It can bring peace, and sometimes it washes over you and immerses you in peace that you can physically feel. This is not all there is, and you are not all that the world sees, and no matter what, everything has a purpose, even your suffering, and no matter what you do, you can return to Him. Of course, to be forgiven, you have to stop doing the sin, but His grace will help you stop (even if you don’t stop until you’re dead). It’s actually like the Prince song, Love Thy Will Be Done:
Grace is the thing that makes you stop searching. When you are out of the vacuum and can breathe, you stop fighting for air. When you find water, you drink and stop looking for water because you’re not thirsty anymore. When you eat your full, you stop eating (if you’re normal), and you stop looking for food because you’re not hungry anymore. Grace is the love and mercy of God that lets you know that right here, right now, you are loved and your are absolutely intended to be here. All that you are is by design, and you are never forgotten. You are not abandoned on Earth, and because He is ever merciful, you’re not doomed to wander creation for eternity, or to have to lose who you are to become something else because you are not good enough right now, or fated to simply disappear into obscurity as if you were never important at all.
After all, He had his angel guard the Tree of Life with a sword to keep mankind from eating from it, because how cruel would it be to damn us to an eternal life of sin and suffering? And the funny thing about that story is that we like to put a modernist twist on this, pretending that the serpent “liberated” mankind by making them not ignorant, but the knowledge of good and evil only created the ability to choose evil, and without temptation, there was no reason for mankind to eat the fruit when mankind had all they needed, inside and out. There’s no reason to think that Adam and Eve were otherwise incapable, that they didn’t have reason, intelligence, imagination, creativity, or analytical skills. After all, they were entrusted to not only name the plants and animals, but to care for them. There’s also no reason to think that Adam and Eve, because they were in paradise, actually needed to know the difference between good and evil. That’s not a bad thing: there’s stuff you and I don’t need to know and probably couldn’t handle if we knew it because we’re not built for it. For example: if you instantly knew how and when someone would die just by looking at them, could you handle that? Would it still be business as usual? What if the moment you looked at someone, you knew all of their sins. You knew every single bad thing they did, ever thought, every wicked inclination, from the first to the last, including the ones directed at you, and you could see them with crystal clarity. You could read exactly what was in their heart at that moment. Could you handle that? Could you go about your day like that. And I’m not talking about being an empath where you get a second-hand feeling somewhat or somehow related to what the other person is feeling, and I’m not talking about discernment of souls, but rather the very knowledge that God has of each person? Would you be able to love those people anyway? Could you forgive them? Would you be able maintain relationships with people and let them come to you and try to show you who they are even if its not exactly who they are?
The serpent tricked them by telling them that they would be like God if they ate the fruit, but they were already made in God’s image, so what else could they have? The only thing they didn’t have is a knowledge they weren’t equipped to handle because unlike the angels, God didn’t give them perfect intelligence. Angels could have the knowledge of good and evil and choose one or the other forever and know exactly what they’re doing, but people could not. God Himself knows the difference between good and evil, so that much was true, except He has perfect intelligence. When humans couldn’t stay in the Garden, they were kept from the Tree of Life specifically to make sure they didn’t get another gift they couldn’t handle: immortality, which would cause them to be cast out eternally.
It was grace that remedied the fall of Man. Not only were we not cursed to roam the earth for eternity, but we would be given a Savior: God Himself, His Most Beloved Begotten Son, to redeem us so that, despite all of our weakness, our concupiscence, our myopia, and our sin, the price of the sins we would commit because of those traits – suffering – would be taken up so that we wouldn’t have to get what we deserved, which is eternal separation from God. That is not being punitive, but really and truly the just punishment of the ripple effect of sin, because no sin happens in a bubble, and all sin affects others and affects one’s relationship with God. There is nothing that’s just “between you and God,” and even still: He told us that at The End, all things will be known, so even if you’re foolish enough to think your sin is a victimless crime, you will spend an eternity in either or Heaven or Hell with people who will one day have perfect knowledge of you. Every single person will know your story.
But they will also know if, upon facing the inescapable reality of the harm of your sin and how many times over it hurt others and caused more sin, if you accepted God’s Mercy. Did you trust Him? Did you humble yourself to accept Grace? Or did you, in your pride and anger, refuse that Grace and flee from it in disgust and anger? Because as much as you may have harmed others, when you are forgiven, and when you turn around and accept grace and try to sin no more and to be a beacon of God’s love to the world, everyone will know that, and they will rejoice that the glorious God has redeemed you, and you are an eternal testament to the glory of God because of how you have been forgiven so much and for how much of His love you have made room for in your heart.
Because I was a ghostwriter for only a few years, and I was only a “professional” astrologer for about seven. But I will never know until I stand before Jesus at my judgment just how much harm this has caused. I will never truly know how each thing I wrote, each reading, each ritual, each divination practice, not only hurt my relationship with God, but induced others to run from God, who then induced others, who then induced others. Writing about these things has made it possible for me to cause an endless number of people to turn away from God and seek strange gods instead. It’s caused people to think they are God, or that they have the audacity to double-check God’s work, to interpret and re-interpret it how they see fit, according to whatever their agenda is. I have caused the First Commandment to be violated repeatedly, and I am so sorry I did this. It wasn’t even for money because I was barely scraping by: I did it because it was easy and I took delight in it. And that’s why the blog had to come down: it’s not just “my past” but an affront to the God who made me, loved me, and has redeemed me, and I don’t want it to influence another soul. Even one is too many. And I may be forgiven for this sin, and I may be able to conceptualize how much harm it has done, but my knowledge is imperfect, and I can’t truly see it, because I, like my mother Eve and my father Adam, have knowledge of good and evil but don’t have the capacity to know just how evil my evil is.
You could have called me Millstone back then, because that would have been a just name for me, as it would have been better for me to have one tied around my neck and to be cast into the sea than to stand before God unrepentant for what I had done.
People ask why, if God is good, He allows all manner of bad things: death, disease, war, famine, natural disasters. This is an imperfect world, and I can’t tell you why a tornado forms in X place and tears up a particular town and the divine purpose of that suffering. I just don’t know enough stuff to tell you. I can’t tell you why God allows babies to be killed, but I can tell you why people nonetheless, with their free will and limited knowledge and their concupiscence give in to temptation and do the thing they know is wrong, because even if God allows all manner of bad things, and even if they can exist theoretically, no sin exists until a human chooses to commit that sin. I can also tell you why all manner of bad things haven’t happened or haven’t happened to you because so far, that sin hasn’t touched you yet, whether someone chose not to commit that sin or because God’s divine will didn’t allow it. That’s not a cop out: if you don’t know as a non-believer, how do you expect me to know simply because I am a believer? The difference between you and I, however, is that I have had the supernatural experience of peace that made me okay with not knowing, because I trust the One who gave me that peace. No one else has ever given me that peace. Nothing I have ever read or learned or experienced prior to that gave me that peace. I’m not a poor person with nowhere else to turn, as all my needs were met plenty, but I was spiritually destitute and dying from lack of grace.
One day, we’ll be doing what we were actually made for: labor, leisure, and love. Our labor won’t be cursed: it’ll be the labor of Heaven, where those who have more, give more, because they never run out of energy or resources, never tire, never get bored, and never worry whether their work will bear fruit, and they never feel ignored. Our leisure won’t be the escapism we’re used to seeing now, but rather, the time we spend in communion with God, with each other, being creative and loving with each other. And we will love: we will love God, and we will love each other, and we will love Creation. We will be in the living presence of Love incarnate, the everlasting God, and He will never feel far away because we will turn and see His face wherever we go, and we will not fear that He sees us completely, in our nakedness, because we will not sin. We will live as children of God, once again tending paradise and giving glory to God. We will be known by the names He has given us, our names which directly relate to not only why He made us but why He loves us in particular. We will have bodies again, because humans are supposed to have bodies, but glorified ones that do not age, do not hurt, and do not ail. All humans have integrity: they are soul and body, and there is no mismatch. By the time we’re all resurrected for the Final Judgment, this life will be like a dream from long ago.
The Resurrected Body Question.
On that note, here’s a conundrum that I have so far never received a satisfying answer from any liberal Christian who believes in gender theory and transgenderism:
My older brother identifies as transgender. He believes that he is a woman. He is a biological man although he has undergone body modification in order to mimic the appearance of a biological woman in some regards. When his soul is reunited with his body at the Resurrection and Final Judgment, what kind of body will he have, male or female?
There are only three possibilities.
1: God is true to His word and is the true God who makes no mistakes and meant it when He said that He made us man and woman and did not parse out into body and soul. Jesus doubled down on this, who is the Truth and the Word of God meant what He said. Therefore, my brother will have a glorified or wretched male body according to his judgment.
If this is true, then my brother is a liar, and the idea that he is a woman is a lie, and anyone who disseminates this lie is also a liar.
2: God is not true to His word. He makes mistakes that humans have to remedy. Or rather, He said He made them man and woman, but it’s way more convoluted and complex than that, and ultimately, what’s more important that treating the body as a temple to the Holy Spirit and accepting God’s plan for us is to spend the rest of one’s life focused on attempting to mimic the other sex and being affirmed as the other sex. It’s perfectly acceptable for a person to reject God’s inherent plan for them by rejecting God’s inherent design. My brother also has the authority to change God’s inherent plan, and therefore, he will resurrect with a female body on his own power, because God does not have the power or the authority to make inherent plans or inherent designs for my brother without my brother’s approval because while God is the Truth, my brother’s “truth” is somehow more truthful.
Therefore, God is a liar and cannot be God. However, this is an inherent contradiction, an impossibility, and therefore can’t be true, so the liberal Christian is the liar.
3: The liberal Christian doesn’t believe in the Resurrection and therefore isn’t actually Christian, and is therefore a liar but for a different reason than the reasons in #1 and #2.
So, when it comes to the Resurrection, which one is the liar: my brother, God, or the liberal Christian? We won’t be married in the Resurrection, and we therefore won’t have sex or have traditional gender roles, so we won’t need genders. It wouldn’t actually matter if someone espouses the delusion that they are of a difference gender than their biological sex because it will serve no purpose, as it will be obvious that a person cannot fail at being a man or fail at being a woman, and one’s identity is eternally set by God and God alone, as one’s identity will be entirely based on how one gave glory to God or failed to give glory to Him, and one’s name will not be of one’s choosing just as one’s narrative will not be of one’s choosing, but rather, what is true will be known. Aside from the fact that you’re not going to enter Heaven calling God a liar, and all things will be known anyway, so if you choose Hell instead, you’ll be reminded of your lie for eternity by Satan, the Accuser, who will be there with you.
This sounds horrible to the prideful and narcissistic. How could anyone be happy to spend an eternity in an identity that isn’t of their choosing? But they do – we all do; we just don’t get to define it as is convenient for us. Every moment of our lives we shape our eternity identity, how we fulfill our purpose or fail to do so, how we give glory to God or how we hurt Him, and how we use our gifts to bring others to know Him or how we use our gifts to turn them away.
Hail, Full of Grace: Our Heavenly Names
Personally, I look forward to knowing what my eternal name actually is. Currently, my name has a lot of different possible means: bitter, or perhaps star of the sea, or bitterly wished for child. I share this first name with the mother of my Lord, but even she had an eternal name that she did not learn until the Angel Gabriel appeared to her and spoke to her like no angel had ever spoken to any human in the entire Scriptures:
Hail, Full of Grace!
He hailed her. To hail a person is to greet them with enthusiastic approval. Angels aren’t people, and they’re not capable of blowing smoke up people’s asses, and even if Mary were just an ordinary girl, flattering her still wouldn’t be necessary because Gabriel was a literal angel visiting her in the middle of the night telling her that she was created to be the mother of the Savior she had spent her entire life learning about and waiting for (YES SHE KNEW! Stop asking and read the Old Testament already. The same one she was reading as a kid.)
Angels didn’t hail anyone else in Biblical history. Gabriel didn’t hail Zechariah, and he didn’t hail Joseph in those dreams. The angels didn’t hail Abraham or Lot. They didn’t hail Peter or Andrew or even Mary Magdalene when they came to the tomb to find it empty and Jesus gone. Angels work for God; they don’t have to get on our good side. They just need to do as God commands, so hailing Mary was either God’s explicit instruction, or a genuine expression of Gabriel’s admiration for Mary. As an angel of God, it was both, because Gabriel’s will is willingly subject to God’s will.
Gabriel called her Full of Grace. However, the specific word used in Luke, the word in Ancient Greek is kecharitomene, which translate to “already filled to the brim with the love of God such as there’s no room for anything else.” This is her identity and her purpose, and Full of Grace, Pleres Kecharitomene (yes, Mary spoken Aramaic, but Luke wrote in Greek, and if this the inspired word of God, believe Him when he says she’s already filled to the brim with grace).
This name is a reflection of just how much Mary pleased God and how much she loved Him. After all, no one can be full of grace unless they completely accept grace, and in order to be filled to the brim, there can be no sin. There is no need to do any intellectual acrobatics to reason how despite this, Mary is not free from sin despite Jesus’s death not having happened yet on the place in time-space that she occupied at her conception. Humans are bound to linear time, not God. He invented time. There is no need to diminish this other than a desire to diminish her, which serves no purpose other than to diminish the glory of God. But her name is reflection of her role, how she gives glory to God, and ultimately, what her role in the Divine Plan would be, because she would literally be filled with Grace and give birth on a winter’s night in a little village in Israel (where there was still grass on the hills and therefore sheep grazing, so chill) as was prophesied.
Then we contrast her with her eternal foil, Satan: the Accuser. He accuses us day and night, telling God why we are not worthy of Him, of Heaven, or even of life. That’s his name, because that’s what He does, and that’s why he fell. His name used to be Lucifer, the Light Bearer, which is related to his role in the Divine Plan as God had wished, and gives us some clue as to what he was intended to do, specifically for humans, in service to us. Well, if you refuse to bear the light, and you’re just accusing us, then that’s who you are, right? That’s what you are. That’s your name.
I love God. I love Jesus, and I am curious to know what He has always wanted me to do. When you love someone, you want to do things for them. You want to make them happy. I can’t repay grace. I can’t repay forgiveness. I can’t balance the scales on my sin through good works (and no, Catholics don’t believe that salvation is through works, but faith without good works is dead – a light kept under a bowl is useless; it shares no light. How can you not want to act on love?). I can make good on my vow to use my desire to write to give glory to God, but I can’t decide how or with what impact or what I’ll even be doing with it in the future. I know my name won’t be Full of Grace, because that’s already taken and it definitely doesn’t describe me or my purpose, but I’m hoping it’s not Millstone. I’m curious, and I know that whatever my name is is perfectly fitting for me, and I have no cause or standing to argue and suggest something else, so I want to make sure that I am living as close to the role in the Divine Plan God made just for me, in His grace so that His grace would be shared through me to others, and I know that role was not Millstone.
His Grace is Sufficient for You.
You don’t need to be anything more in this world than one of God’s beloved children. Grace and truth come through Jesus Christ, and He is the one who made us able to become children of God. He has redeemed us, and He has set us free. It’s not that any other identity doesn’t matter, because in a material sense, you need to identity yourself to others, but when you think of who you are, your purpose, and what your value is, you are first the beloved child of God who was known before He created you, and designed to seek Him because that’s where your happiness is, in that which is the greatest possible thing. There is no alternative to greatest possible thing, just lesser things that have no grace to them. The grace is where all the good things come, the water that satisfies the thirst, the food that cures the hunger and the air that makes you live.
This lost generation thinks that identities are important. They think that identities are both malleable and yet immutable, and that, for the first time in history, we’re supposed to take the ongoing identity crises of children to signal something essential about the child, as if, for this specific purpose, the child is no longer a child but somehow tapping into some deep wisdom about themselves and not just catching a social contagion. An identity for anyone of any age is fickle, fleeting, and circumstantial, for the most part: the only permanent identities we have are those in relation to other people: wife, husband, son, daughter, mother, father, etc. Even our professions aren’t permanent: I could go from lawyer to former lawyer or to retired lawyer, and much less likely judge, and even far less likely supreme court justice. I could possibly be esquire for life just as a medical doctor is doctor for life and a PhD is doctor if they squawk loud enough whenever someone doesn’t call them that.
We have identities in relation to what we profess and hold most important to us: Christians are Christians because they worship the one true God and believe He is in Three Persons, as He identified Himself in the Scriptures, God the Father who is One with His Son Jesus, who incarnated as true God and true Man to take up our sins and suffer the eternal consequences so we have the option of not having to do so, and the Holy Spirit, the Personified and Living Love between the Father and the Son. To profess Christianity is to profess this belief, even in the face of mockery, oppression, torture, and death: it is to walk the walk as well as talk the talk, lest we stand before Him at judgment and He tells us that He doesn’t know us. Grace comes to us through Jesus Christ; He is the reason we have it, and the reason we can be known to God and to know Him: this is a relationship we opt into or opt out of, but once we opt in, we are expected to stay, like a husband, like a wife, like a son, like a daughter. It is His grace that keeps us close.
But where Satan is specifically attacking and tricking this generation is at the truly immutable heart of identity: how we were knitted in the womb, as male and female, whole and integral, body and soul. All of these other identities, for the most part, are second to male and female or wholly dependent on male and female. Identities are given to us; we don’t create true identities for ourselves: no one has the power to decide how others will perceive us or how they should perceive us, and yet, that’s specifically what this transgender ideology cult wants to impose on the world: a lie that strikes at the very heart of righteousness, a lie that can permanently sever the children from the Father.
But the greatest thing, and the thing I’m placing my faith on is that no matter how far one of these lost lambs has gone, no matter how they have destroyed their bodies, no matter if they have been sterilized, or if what they have done or what has been done to them is irreversible, they are the most deserving of God’s mercy, and His mercy they shall be given if they accept it. He may not force them to take it, but I know firsthand that He has mysterious ways of breaking down and breaching the gates of Hell around someone’s heart. Even the most hardened, crazed, and rage-filled of these children is not without the possibility of redemption. Even the worst of the predator “gender medicine” doctors, social media influencers, Muchausen-by-pride flag parents, and others profiting in one way or another from this plague, tying millions of millstones around their necks, are not without God’s mercy, for in some ways, they are worse off than the trans-identified persons, and the ones who need God’ mercy the most, because it is in their weakness that God’s power is made perfect, and since the name of the game is suicide, because there is no positive outcome for a delusion that requires the rest of the world to play along when it’s increasingly showing that it refuses to play along, where the rules contradict themselves (i.e. gender is irrespective of sex, but also, its imperative that trans-identified people alter their bodies in attempt to mimic the opposite sex), and the arguments are circular (a woman is whatever a woman says she is), they may be emboldened, they may be crazy, and they may feel entitled to lash out with physical violence in retaliation to words, but all of this makes them the most in need of God’s grace.
Pray for them. You don’t know what God’s name for them is, and clearly, neither do they, but His grace is sufficient enough to pull every single one of them back from the ledge, and to rescue every single one of them from the precipice of eternal damnation.
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