It is my prayer that the members of my extended family who need to read this will do so and that it will help them begin to put their worldviews in order. The family members in question are young and full of themselves, convinced, as was I at the same phase of life, that they are smarter than someone like me—a 77-year-old conservative believer in the Lordship of Christ Jesus. It wasn’t until I was well into my middle years that I realized how deceived I had been and took full responsibility for having left the front door open to the deception.
A twenty-something recently informed me that his generation “doesn’t really care that someone is gay.” That, even though one of his best friends, within a year of announcing he was gay, came down with a near-fatal STD. And he doesn’t care that so-called “gays” are inviting peril into their lives? I merely nodded my head. No point in trying to push a river. Sometimes, perhaps more often than not, tolerance is an unwitting form of enabling.
At a wedding I recently attended of two lovely human beings in their mid-twenties, one of the seven groomsmen was wearing a skimpy, low-cut cocktail dress and stiletto heels. I am to understand that he (not his preferred pronoun, I am confident) is “courageous.” Not quite. The men who waded onto Omaha Beach on June 6, 1944 were courageous. A man who dresses like a woman dressed for sexual adventure at a formal wedding is not in the same league. In any case, the two people who should have been the center of attention were not, and must have known it, confirming my belief that transgenderism is a form of narcissism.
An individual who became vegan in high school – he said he had come to believe it was immoral to eat something that bore a face – was forced to begin eating meat again in his early twenties because he had developed several physical disorders directly attributable to a lack of meat protein in one’s diet. He’s not actually eating meat, however. He now eats fake meat, convinced that all protein is equivalent.
While shopping for soup ingredients last week, I witnessed people buying fake hamburgers, fake hot dogs, and fake cheese. Young people, all. So pleased with themselves, no doubt. Hey! If Frankenfood had been around when I was their age, I’d be poisoning myself too! I’ve been neck-deep in the tar pit of moral superiority and thus qualified to comment on it.
Fake meat is ultra-processed. It contains ingredients that one needs a PhD to correctly pronounce. We are just beginning to realize how damaging processed foods are when they get into a human body. God did not design us with psiliomycolic rhevolasyncopate in mind. I made that up. You get the point.
The first attempt at one-world government – now known as “globalism” – was at Babel, circa 2242 BC. Ever since that infamous incident, the attempt to restore what God destroyed has been relentless, albeit waxing and waning. It is currently waxing. Globalists want to control everything and everyone which they can do only if they control the food supply which they can do only if they control the means of production which they can do only if they eliminate animal husbandry such that Farmer John, who raises cattle, is put out of a job. Thus, factory meat.
Factory food is the dietary equivalent of moral relativism and every bit as insidious. The Former U.S. Secretary of State and national security adviser Henry Kissinger once said, "Control oil and you control nations; control food and you control people.”
The prophet Jeremiah said, “This is what the Lord says: ‘Stand at the crossroads and look; ask for the ancient paths, ask where the good way is, and walk in it, and you will find rest for your souls’” (Jeremiah 6:16, NIV).
And the people would not listen, and things did not go well for the people.
When enough people stop believing in the ancient paths and embrace progressivism as a religion, history repeats itself.
