Tiny White Flowers… vs. Globalists

This has been a bountiful spring so far. Today I noticed some new wildflowers in the lawn–little tiny white ones. We also have bright purple and bright yellow flowers. The lawnmower cuts them down, but they always come back. I see them as a sign that God is nigh.

Meanwhile in the fallen world, the Great Lockdown has given globalists a taste of absolute power… and they really like it–shutting down churches and interrupting services, forbidding family gatherings, forcing us all to wear masks and stay six feet away from one another, forcing us to receive experimental drugs as vaccines, and censoring us all over the social media: which was set up to give us all a voice, but now they want that voice silenced. Unless, of course, we use it to praise them. That, we’re still allowed to say.

They want their global government, headed by themselves, with the rest of us enjoying only little tastes of freedom doled out sparingly by our overlords.

They appear to have all the power that they need, to do anything they please. And if they can proclaim Critical Race Theory in our schools, our universities, they can teach us to hate and fear each other–which will make it hard to organize any opposition. Everything they do is meant to keep us from getting back together.

But they can’t get rid of all the flowers, can they? Anymore than they can get rid of the God who creates the flowers and gives them life.

He is still here. He is watching. He is the Judge of all the earth, all-powerful, all-wise, all-righteous: even the globalists, these little frauds who want to set themselves on His throne, have only the being that He gives them.

God loves to use the weak to overcome the strong, the foolishness of preaching to overpower the false wisdom of the world, and things that are despised, and things that are not, “to bring to nought things that are” (1 Corinthians 1: 25-28).

The house of the ungodly is founded on unstable sand, and great will be the fall of it.