Barring a creative miracle, which Jesus is absolutely able to do, we'll be saying "see you soon" to an amazing friend who has a husband and daughter.

She ended up in the hospital with covid, then on the vent, then brain and kidney issues.

I'm about at my absolute limit of sickness, disease, and death, and I'm probably just going to go to Wal-mart and start praying for people until I get kicked out because victory is what I signed up for.

Anyway. Merry Christmas and God is still on the throne. If my friend dies then she wins becaude Jesus has conquered hell and the grave. If Jesus heals her then she wins because everything must bow to him, including covid.

Christmas for us in Christendom has become one thing, and in one sense even a simple thing. But like all the truths of that tradition, it is in another sense a very complex thing. Its unique note is the simultaneous striking of many notes; of humility, of gaiety, of gratitude, of mystical fear, but also of vigilance and of drama. It is not only an occasion for the peacemakers any more than for the merry-makers; it is not only a Hindu peace conference any more than it is only a Scandinavian winter feast. There is something defiant in it also; something that makes the abrupt bells at midnight sound like the great guns of a battle that has just been won. All this indescribable thing that we call the Christmas atmosphere only hangs in the air as something like a lingering fragrance or fading vapour from the exultant explosion of that one hour in the Judean hills nearly two thousand years ago. But the savour is still unmistakable, and it is something too subtle or too solitary to be covered by our use of the word peace. By the very nature of the story the rejoicings in the cavern were rejoicings in a fortress or an outlaw’s den; properly understood it is not unduly flippant to say they were rejoicings in a dug-out. It is not only true that such a subterranean chamber was a hiding-place from enemies; and that the enemies were already scouring the stony plain that lay above it like a sky. It is not only that the very horse-hoofs of Herod might in that sense have passed like thunder over the sunken head of Christ. It is also that there is in that image a true idea of an outpost, of a piercing through the rock and an entrance into an enemy territory. There is in this buried divinity an idea of undermining the world; of shaking the towers and palaces from below; even as Herod the great king felt that earthquake under him and swayed with his swaying palace.

— The Everlasting Man (1925)

Now 74 million Americans are not only unheard. They are being ignored, silenced, and cheated.

The result is a foregone conclusion. Whether or not we want violence, it will happen. It's only a question of scale and scope.

She is in the ER with poor O2 numbers and they're saying she will need a ventilator if she doesn't improve.

We know our king can restore and reverse everything, and that this foul spirit of sickness must obey Him and His authority.

If you don't have this hope in you that God Almighty preserves you and cares for you no matter who is president or who is in power in congress, then send me a DM!

Paul says this in Romans 8:

What then shall we say to these things? If God is for us, who is against us? He who did not spare His own Son, but delivered Him over for us all, how will He not also with Him freely give us all things? Who will bring a charge against God’s elect? God is the one who justifies;who is the one who condemns? Christ Jesus is He who died, yes, rather who was raised, who is at the right hand of God, who also intercedes for us. Who will separate us from the love of Christ? Will tribulation, or distress, or persecution, or famine, or nakedness, or peril, or sword?

Just as it is written, “FOR YOUR SAKE WE ARE BEING PUT TO DEATH ALL DAY LONG; WE WERE CONSIDERED AS SHEEP TO BE SLAUGHTERED.”

But in all these things we overwhelmingly conquer through Him who loved us. For I am convinced that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor things present, nor things to come, nor powers, nor height, nor depth, nor any other created thing, will be able to separate us from the love of God, which is in Christ Jesus our Lord.