Thursday, November 3, 2022

He Not I

 I am not a squeamish man. I don’t faint at the sight of blood, and except for that one time when I had bad chicken wings, I don’t throw up on the regular. Although certain odors nauseate me, that’s usually the worst of it, and it needs to be something truly hideous. We’ve all smelled those smells before, the ones we remember for the rest of our lives, so you likely know what I am talking about.

That said, there are a few things I am not looking forward to if the Lord tarries and I am still here. One would be my first colonoscopy, which doctors recommend you start planning four around 45, and the other is having the talk with my girls when they are of age. One of these things I can simply ignore. The other I cannot because my girls need to be equipped with the requisite knowledge to brave this twisted world.

I used to wonder how dads scraped up the courage to have certain talks with their daughters, but now I’m staring down that particular barrel, knowing it’s only a matter of time, and I am not looking forward to it. Not at all. If given a choice, I think I’d rather pick the colonoscopy.

One thing I never gave much thought to, however, is how I would endure persecution, whether physical or psychological if God’s purpose required it. Why? Is it because I’m so hyper-spiritual that I eat torture for breakfast? Is it because I am a fine-tuned machine that can withstand everything from sleep deprivation, starvation, privation, cold, and all manner of things known to have been done to believers throughout the world? Hardly.

I hate pain. Every time I stump my toe on a piece of furniture my wife decided to rearrange for whatever reason, I get teary-eyed. I won’t even bore you with the fun and giggles to be had when I get a gout attack, which, thankfully, hasn’t been the case for several years now.

The reason I don’t give it much thought is twofold. First, worrying in and of itself is a fruitless endeavor that does nothing to affect the circumstance you are fixating on. Second, because I know that when I am weak, He is strong.

We tend to believe that those who have suffered persecution, those who have endured, those who’ve had cruelties visited upon them, the likes of which would give politicians nightmares, are somehow more than. We see them as superior to ourselves, even superhuman, thinking they survived by their strength and mental fortitude.

I assure you it was not. There are limits to what the human body can endure. There are limits to what the human mind can process before it’s broken. Most, if not all, who’ve had to wallow in damp dungeons surrounded by their own filth only to be let out long enough to get some ribs cracked or teeth knocked loose went far beyond what the body and mind can endure.

Some endured to the point that it baffled their torturers, making them consider the depth of faith and commitment required to suffer so and not relent. To the last, such individuals were sustained by someone other than themselves. It was not in their strength that they stood; it was in His strength.

He, not I. That is why I do not fear persecution. He, not I. That is why I do not fear a cold dungeon, a hot iron, or a hard fist. I know that He will sustain me.

Will I be tempted to waver? All men are, and you will too, but it is within you to endure temptation, knowing that once you have been approved, you will receive the crown of life which the Lord has promised to those who love Him.

It hasn’t gone unnoticed that we’ve been tackling some heady topics, but we’re headed into some heady times, and being equipped, and possessing knowledge, will go a long way to keeping you at peace.

With love in Christ, 

Michael Boldea, Jr.  


Anonymous said...

Amen. He is the only one who can do it!

Anonymous said...

Please don't ever submit to a colonoscopy.

All is not what it seems in our preventive medicine.
The same spirit that deceived Eve, is a work in this tree of knowledge.

Always research any health concerns for yourself. Most disease is from our diet.
Too, the American Heart Association is not your friend.

Eat the foods your Grandmother cooked in Romania. If it is processed stay away.

Eat the foods of nature. Chemical concoctions cause disease. Seed oils were not consumed. (Olive oil comes from the olive, not the seed.) Research the dangers of seed oils.

At 60 I feel better now than the past 25 years. I followed the AHA diet and, it ruined my quality of life. I didn't know why I was so sick.

We need saturated fat for brain health and, sustained energy; Too, hormones.
The brain needs cholesterol. These lipids coat our nerve fibers.

Seed oils are antioxidants. What that means is they resist oxygen entering your cells. Seed oils are in everything. Why are we so tired? Our cells can't breath.

Can you imagine how sick one will be when the majority of their cells are coated with these oils? I know. I was there.

Grains are used to fatten animals for slaughter. Why do they say to eat 11 + serving a day? To make us fat.

Sugar is quick energy for the body. It burns quickly. Therefore we need to eat constantly to keep up the energy. Eating meat with the fat sustains energy over
a much longer period.

Eating sugar with the fat, the body stores the fat and, burns the sugar.

The Carnivore diet by Shawn BakerMD is an eye opener. I don't eat strictly by this diet. But, I do most of the time.

What we don't know can hurt us.

meema said...

Seems the handful of faithful that I trust to pay attention to, like you and Dr. Oliver, for example, are on the same page. Time to prepare and brace for challenging times. So I have chosen the hill upon which I am prepared to die. I stand on - they can kill my body but not my soul. I also hold tight to Jeremiah 33:3 Call unto me and I will answer thee and show thee great things, and difficult, which thou knowest not.