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SACRIFICE
HALIFAX, Nova Scotia, September 11, 2025 – Hidden away in the fine print of the contract that we didn’t sign is a clause about sudden death due to sacrifice. It’s not phrased that way, but the intent is the same. Before they sign on the dotted line, the initiates must agree to be terminated at anytime, with or without notice, with or without cause, in a manner that is deemed expedient to the Plan. Most who sign don’t read this clause, or if they do, don’t believe it will ever apply to them, much like people who get struck by lightning previously believed they’d never get struck by lightning. The sacrifice, when it happens, likewise comes out of the blue and nearly always without warning. Unexpectedness is crucial for enhancing the authenticity of the response to the ritual.
And a ritual it is. These events are timed according to specific dates with specific meaning, counted by days or years and connected by celestial arrangements to other specific dates with other specific meanings. The only variable in the ritual is who will be tapped for the sacrifice.
It’s not for nothing that they’re all married, the contract signees. Many of the marriages are adulterous or simply void in God’s eyes, but the contracts are still valid to the devil. In fact, one of the main reasons for legally expanding the definition of marriage to include unions that are adulterous or void in God’s eyes is to widen the pool of candidates. Even witches who marry their familiars can now sign.
I mention the contract of marriage because contracts are integral to doing business with the devil. Every agreement must be formally declared to be valid, and each signee is responsible for reading the fine print: Ignorance of the contract’s content is not a valid plea for mercy. You cannot avoid what you formally agreed to by claiming you didn’t know about it. The devil is a stickler for details as much as he’s a stickler for contracts, and he’s always at least three steps ahead of you, if you’ve signed on with him, and he knows every dot and tittle in your agreement. Of that you can be assured.
Sacrifice is not something that most of the signees signed up for. Wealth, yes, fame, certainly, protection from prosecution, absolutely – but sacrifice? It’s not high up on their list, though it is for the devil. Each signee is groomed for a specific sacrificial role. Whether or not they’ll be sacrificed is irrelevant: They’re groomed to be. It’s the whole purpose of their success trajectory. Where the signees see achievements measured in wealth, fame, career success, and social status, the devil sees increasingly impactful potential sacrifices.
The signee’s children are not exempt, either. First-borns are signed over like promissory notes, but all the offspring serve as collateral. The signee’s spouse is likewise wittingly or unwittingly part of the Plan, though most spouses eventually sign up on their own if they didn’t come into the union already under contract. The children’s role as collateral is one of the main reasons why those in adulterous unions can now adopt.
The more collateral, the more leverage the devil holds, and the more leverage he holds, the more benefits he can grant. Note how the most powerful people in the world have several marriages under their belt and dozens of children. This is not because they enjoy being married and having kids. Each new marriage brings more collateral to the agreement, including new high-value first-borns. More collateral translates to more success options for the signee.
To become a ritual sacrifice was not these people’s main motivation to sign on with the devil, though being tapped for sacrifice is the wildcard they must deal with every second of every day of whatever time they have left. If they are tapped, they likely won’t be notified in advance, and if they are notified, they can’t escape, though some have tried. Their escape attempts are always unsuccessful, though not their subsequent highly publicized “suicide” or “accident” or “sudden fatal illness”. When you sign your life away, the devil owns you, and he decides your end. You don’t.
I mention all this today because high-profile sacrifices appear to be on the rise. We should expect to see more the closer we draw to the tribulation. Our job as followers of Jesus is not only to watch but to understand what we’re watching. The sacrifices are intended to drive the Plan forward.
It’s not God’s plan, though, the sacrifices; God’s plan is that we freewillingly sign on with him, and his terms and rewards are nothing like the devil’s.
SCREAM
HALIFAX, Nova Scotia, September 6, 2025 – Lies will be the undoing of this generation, the telling of lies and the believing of them.
Lies will be their legacy, where once there stood the promise of a Church.
I can’t listen to their lies anymore. I can’t listen to them and think “oh, there’s hope for them still”, when what they want isn’t hope but lies. If they wanted hope, God would give it to them. He would meet them half-way—more than half-way—but it’s not hope that draws them downward. They settle for lies not because there’s no promise of hope, but because the lies are prettier and warmer and fuzzier.
But even that’s a lie.
I know a woman who stayed with a husband who deceived her for decades. His philandering was notorious, and yet she still beamed with pride whenever he stood at her side. No amount of urging from family or friends could convince her to leave. She was as if mesmerized and accepted his betrayals as a condition of their marriage.
I have seen the same fatalistic acceptance in other women in other marriages, the same delusional pride. I was like them until I wasn’t. But even when I was like them, I wasn’t really like them, because I tried to leave but couldn’t, until I could.
Lies will eat at you till there’s nothing left but a gnawing that will follow you down. But the pain doesn’t stop at death. This is a truth I learned standing on the edge of a subway platform in Sydney’s red-light district. Each day like clockwork, a handful of the drug-addled and tormented would slump silently under the rush of an oncoming train. It wasn’t the raving who’d slump. It was the silent. Kings Cross Station was like a place of sacrifice, though maybe it wasn’t “like” a place of sacrifice but was a place of sacrifice. I was an atheist when God told me that my pain wouldn’t stop there, and though an atheist, I believed him. And so I stepped back just as someone yanked me back, and I never thought of suicide again.
Nine months later I was reborn.
I wonder, in hindsight, how many standing on that platform heard God’s voice and ignored it. Maybe they were silent because they were listening and considering. We can’t know this except by revelation, but I believe that all of them heard it. I believe that, even knowing he would be ignored, God would still tell all of them what he told me, still give each one of them one last chance. Even as a legalistic formality he would do it, like he directed his prophets to preach as a formality to the terminally hard-of-heart so that they can’t claim at the judgement they were never warned.
God covers all the bases, because that’s what he does. He’s perfect in everything.
They called Jeremiah the “failed prophet”, his enemies. Refusing to do as he directed, they called him bad at his job and accused him of betraying his people. But his job was given to him by God and he was anything but bad at it. We all have a touch of the failed prophet in us, standing as a silent witness among our enemies and sometimes not-so-silent. Sometimes we need to scream God’s Truth like Jeremiah had to scream it or burst. It’s hard to scream with love, so the message isn’t always warm and fuzzy. This is why they called Jeremiah the failed prophet because he wore sackcloth instead of angora. You can scream better in sackcloth.
My grandmother had a cedar chest full of angora sweaters that she prized. She’d carefully maintained them over the years after she became too old to wear them herself. I coveted them, and when it was my time to wear the sweaters, she reluctantly agreed. I wrecked them all within a week. Angora is very delicate as well as warm and fuzzy. All that cedar and all those decades of care didn’t stand a chance against a spoiled teenager’s thoughtlessness.
I think my grandmother knew what would happen if she let me wear them, but she sacrificed them anyway. When I gave them back to her bedraggled and deformed, she didn’t scream at me. She just sighed and took them and did her best to nurture them back to what they’d been. But they were never the same and I didn’t covet them anymore. And so they laid a few decades more in the chest, flattened and defeated, until my grandmother was moved out of her house and into a home. I don’t know what happened to the cedar chest let alone to the silent witness of the sweaters. I was in Australia standing on the edge of a subway platform when she was moved.
I wear sackcloth now. Only sackcloth. It’s been gifted to me and I wear it as instructed.
It helps me scream.
WITH APOLOGIES TO (SOME) THEOLOGIANS
NIAGARA FALLS, Ontario, November 7, 2022 – To dissect something, you first have to kill it. If it’s not dead before you start dissecting it, it will die shortly into the procedure, the way that people declared “brain dead” will physically (that is, actually) die shortly AFTER the organ harvesting procedure begins.
But I digress.
To humanely dissect something you first have to kill it. Then you affix it so that it won’t be jarred out of position during the dissection procedure. Then you can start the incisions.
I hated biology class when I was in high school. I refused to dissect the frog that I was supposed to dissect as part of the course requirements. Even as an atheist, I didn’t see the frog as a thing, but as a living being that had been “sacrificed” (actual scientific terminology) and preserved in formaldehyde solely so that I could get at least a passing grade in a course I had no desire to be taking in the first place. This didn’t sit well with me, and anything that didn’t sit well, I rejected. My reward for sparing the frog was expulsion from biology class, which contributed to my failing the course, which caused me to fail the year, which led me to dropping out of high school.
But again I digress.
We cannot approach God as a dead thing, affixed and immovable, to be dissected like a biology course sacrifice. This, I would argue, is the way that most theologians approach God. I had to throw “most” in front of “theologians”, because God’s been on my case to be kinder to those who make a career out of studying him. Some theologians actually are believers, though they make up a tiny minority. So, in deference to God’s wishes and respect for the few theologians who do believe, I will be kinder.
In Jesus’ day, theologians went by the names of “Sadducees”, “Pharisees”, “Scribes” and “Lawyers”, and we know what Jesus thought of (most of) them. Even so, Paul was a Pharisee before his conversion. Paul’s background training is important for me to remember and helps me stay on course to be kinder to theologians.
God cannot be dissected, because he is eternally alive. The most we can do is describe what we know are some of his characteristics, such as being all-powerful, perfect, merciful, and just. Those of us who know him as our heavenly Dad can describe his voice (the most beautiful you’ll ever hear!) and his playfulness with his children. To me, his daughter, he is indulgent but also at times very firm. I don’t get away with anything, and in fact get a harsher punishment than someone who does the same thing but is not a believer. This is just, as I should know better. Those of us who are graced with grace and God’s Spirit should always know better and set the good example, the way Jesus always did. I’m learning, but I have a ways to go before I catch up to Jesus.
The majority of theologians are not believers and so come by their knowledge of God mainly from the Bible. I cannot imagine poring over scripture for the sole purpose of winning an argument or finding some ‘angle’ to exploit for academic brownie points. I know people who read the Bible just to memorize it. This is a mystery to me, why someone who doesn’t believe in God would want to memorize the Bible. As an atheist, I couldn’t stand to have a Bible anywhere near me, let alone to read it enough to memorize it. Nowadays, I can’t stand not having a Bible near me. I always travel with at least one, as most hotels and motels in Canada don’t provide a Bible in their rooms anymore.
Scripture is not a dead thing to those who love God. We believers read the Bible with the help of God’s Holy Spirit, who is very much alive and “quickens” our understanding of scripture. There is no other way to read the Bible, if gaining a better understanding God and his Word is your intention. Sure, you can read it as just a collection of facts encapsulated in words, but that’s not how it was intended to be read. It was written to be digested and absorbed. You are to feed on God’s Word, which is filled with spiritual nutrients. You are to take a bite, chew on it, swallow it down, and let it become part of you.
Jesus suggested we do the same with him – chew on his flesh and drink his blood. Some of his followers were disturbed by this dinner invitation, but Jesus didn’t back down. He insisted that those who wouldn’t ingest and absorb him had no part in his mission. He later explained that he meant we should ingest the words he was speaking, “as they are spirit, and they are life”.
Scripture is a dead, fixed thing only to those who don’t love God. For those of us who do, scripture is very much alive and cannot be affixed to anything, as it moves and morphs and changes with each reading. God’s Word is eternal and his Truth is unchanging, but our understanding of it is fluid: as our faith deepens, so, too, does our understanding of God.
I am not sure that this dynamic happens to those who read the Bible not to feed on it but to exploit it for personal or professional gain. I think they receive only a very superficial understanding of it, if their interpretation is to be classified as an “understanding” at all. This is why they are constantly squabbling over minutia that God never intended to be squabbled over. The deeper meaning – the Holy Spirit-conveyed meaning – evades them, and all they’re left with is the spiritual equivalent of a crucified frog with its sad little fastidiously labeled guts hanging out.
It is infinitely better to know God one-on-one than to know of him only by hearsay. We cannot study God like a dead thing or like fixed words on a page, because God is not only alive, but Life itself. He evades being known by those whose reasons for seeking him are not righteous. They’re like little kids pressing their noses against the display counter at the pastry shop, eyeing the wedding cake. Little do they know that the “cake” is only cardboard covered in icing and was made just for show.
The real wedding cake is kept out back, in a room only the baker and his apprentices can enter.
A BORN-AGAIN BELIEVER 