WEEPING

            Today is Memorial Day, a time to appreciate sacrifices America's forebears made to secure a place with more freedom and opportunity than anyplace on the face of the earth.  But if Bill Gates and Anthony Fauci, along with others, get their way, I weep for the loss that appears coming.

             You're no doubt aware that Fauci has already promised things will never be normal again.  He's not talking about we won't be jetting across the sky or killing our farmlands with chemicals; he's talking about basic freedoms granted in the Bill of Rights, like freedom of assembly and to be secure in our own persons (not take vaccines, for example).

             Officials promise tracking system rollouts by August, whereby every person's personal movements can be ascertained by authorities 24/7/365.  That's the basis for "personal risk scores" that can determine where or if you can be employed, travel, or even venture to a neighbor's house.  It makes you want to get out of Dodge, until you realize Dodge is everywhere.  Rather than the U.S. moving China to be like us, instead China has moved us to be like them. Is this what our soldiers fought and died for?

             Yesterday during devotions I read a profound verse in Ezekiel 9:4 which is a vision describing God's heavenly emissary being instructed to "Go through the midst of the city, through the midst of Jerusalem, and set a mark upon the foreheads of the men that sigh and that cry for all the abominations" done there.

             Those versed in Revelation eschatology know all about a "mark" regarding the Anti-Christ, the "mark of the beast."   But here is a mark God wants put on those who "sigh and cry" for the abominations of the land.

             I want that mark.  On this Memorial Day, I find myself struggling between gratitude for the sacrifices of generations and weeping for those freedoms lost.  It makes me not want to be a part of a nation, but simply build a close-knit community that can grow things, fix things, and repair things, to be as insular from the abominations as possible.

             I had a delightful conversation Saturday in our farm sales building with a registered nurse, one of those heroic front liners.  She's confident that if and when an alleged vaccine is created, she'll be required to get it to keep her job; she lamented the fact that she'll have to resign and look for something else.  In case you're not getting the dots connected yet, folks, I call that kind of thing an abomination.

             And so I weep.  I want the mark that designates those who sigh and cry over their nation's abominations.  I weep over sacrifices squandered.  I weep over blatant corruption in high places--on both sides of the aisle.  I weep over plans to impose tyrannous control over Americans via vaccination, tracking, and a modern inquisition.  May I take God's mark, courageously, eagerly, happily.

             Do you share any of this conflicting emotion this Memorial Day?