Don't let the sun go down on me . . . Too late to save my life from falling—I did feel like the guy in that Stephen King novel (pen name Richard Bachman), "Thinner."

Don't let the sun go down on me . . . 

Calantshoog, West Coast of Nederland. Credit: Peetra Scheeras.

I'm just an old man, yellin' at clouds,

watching the crowds'

watching the people,

Waiting,

for the collapse,

of Babylon's steeple.

Waiting,

for the return of Jesus,

coming for His sheeple.

"Hi, it's me.

Gary."

So, I would certainly feel qualified at the moment to pass on to you some free information—Firstly, don't believe anything anyone tells you! (Especially during these days of deception)

Some of you, Big Wobble regulars, will have noticed I haven't posted anything for months; well, unfortunately, I was knock-knock-knocking on Heaven's door, and I have been very sick. However, thanks to the Grace of God, I'm still alive and looking forward to blogging once again as I begin my third reboot . . . (Three near-death experiences).

I learned while I was sick that although I was trapped in an old, decaying body, I had an insatiable hope for the future even though I could see myself literally disappearing in front of the mirror; I left almost half my bodyweight behind in the hospital, but somehow, I knew this was not the end for me. Even so, I did feel like the guy in that Stephen King novel (pen name Richard Bachman), "Thinner."

Cosmic Care

Fortunately, however, eternity is outside our time barrier and is not suffering decay. I soon realised that being a true Christian is actually 'supernatural'; the Holy Spirit was constantly available, helping me in my hour/s of need, not just physically but also mentally, whenever I called on Him for help in the hospital and even more so now at home while trying to recover. 

The SO-CALLED experts and specialists at the hospital told my wife and daughter I was not going to make it; Family came rushing from the UK, Europe and South America, all arrived in the waiting room thinking this was my last goodbye.  I knew, even though my situation looked hopeless, that I would somehow pull through, and that my recovery would have nothing whatsoever to do with me.

A lesson in Faith

I was baptised fifteen years ago, and in all the years since, I have struggled with my own assurance of salvation. Even though I was a strong believer in Jesus Christ, I never really believed I was good enough to earn my salvation. I was falling into the same trap as millions of other Christians do: it's not my works which earn me my Salvation; it's my faith. My works have only brought me to exactly where God knew I would be at this time in His master plan. I do my best though, most of the time, but I'm just a sinner. My works can never bring me righteousness, well not yet anyway.

Which brings me to another dilemma. Why did He choose me to receive His overabundance of undeserved love, kindness and generosity? Am I not the very person He should be punishing for all my terrible thoughts and actions?

Someone sent me a very poignant email a few years back; I never forgot the words he wrote:

Servitude to the devil . . .

"Every day I have to remember all the terrible things I have done in my past to my family, friends and loved ones."

"Every day, I have to stand there like an idiot, while Satan empties a trash can of garbage over my head!"

Evidence of True Salvation Transformed. 

I have found it very difficult to forget my past. But I'm assured the very fact I do have problems of guilt, especially my past, is proof God's Holy Spirit is alive and working in me. You see, the sacred secret of Christ is delivered by the very thing that lives inside you: the Holy Spirit. Believe me, even under the most extremely difficult circumstances, we have the power within us to be filled with the fullness of God. The secret hidden through the ages will be delivered to all who truly believe, helping people overcome terrifying obstacles I myself endured.

Pay it all on

It's true, the more sanctified a person is—the more that person will hate the sin that is in him and the more he will ask God for forgiveness. Even with the help of the Holy Spirit, we are vulnerable and weak and need constant forgiveness. With this in mind, we should be equally ready to forgive others and try to show the same quality the Holy Spirit shows in us. Remember, we are in spiritual warfare. The world reflects the will of the Holy Spirit. The flesh especially sets its desire against the Holy Spirit and the Holy Spirit against the flesh. Remember, world leaders are puppets for dark spirits—if you can, keep on studying, making the best use of your time.

Powers and Principalities—Our strength as believers may well be supernatural, but so is the enemy, and they rule the darkness of the Earth! But don't forget, just as our destiny is sealed as believers, so is theirs, as losers. We have nothing to fear. Eph 6.

A case for quantum entanglement.

Christ died bearing the sins of the whole world (every person who ever lived and the ones still to come . . . billions of lost sheep); remember Jesus felt all our pain; he even felt the woman with the blood problem touch his outer garment; such was His sensitivity. 

This got me thinking: I have been around for seventy years, and I have interacted with millions of people during my short stay. (The Big Wobble, for instance, has had more than 60 million hits in the last 18 years) Each one would, of course, have at least one memory of me but also many, many thousands/millions of memories from their own encounters in their own sphere. How could God keep track of us all?

Quantum science reveals that entanglement occurs when two particles, such as a pair of photons or electrons, become entangled; they remain connected even when separated by vast distances. It is what scientists call an emergent property. Could it be that at any moment, a Christian believer calling on Jesus Christ or the Holy Spirit for cosmic strength and support is connected by an interstellar cell phone? Are we as believers somehow dependent on an unbreakable correlation in space and time between God and us?  

He is not called the Son of Man, for nothing. And He will return as the King of Kings, and all authority will be dedicated to Him.

Why did I nearly die?

I have a severe lung disease; it's hereditary, called COPD. I grew up as a 50s/60s child in the industrial north of England, which didn't help, and I smoked my head off in the 70s and 80s.

Recently, I hooked up to oxygen to get me through the day. However, in January, my wife realised I was not myself. She called the doctor, who measured my oxygen level in my blood; it was desperately low, and the carbon dioxide was poisoning me. We didn't quite realise just how bad I was.

They admitted me to hospital and put me straight away onto a BiPAP CPAP breathing device. However, the specialists discovered I had a sort of Covid 19 virus; this went straight to my vulnerable lungs and developed into pneumonia. I also caught a throat infection from the breathing machine, which burned all the skin off my throat and mouth; this was incredibly painful. The only medicine which helped the pain was morphine, but the nurses held that back from me because they thought I was becoming addicted. Just as I was showing tiny signs of recovery, I caught another virus, the one with projectile vomiting and uncontrollable diarrhoea. Consequently, I shrank to a shadow of my former self.

Well folks, that will have to do for now, but God willing I'll be back again writing in the very near future—Thanks.

Caltech 

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