NoVax exemption for Djokovic.

“Aren’t you ashamed, you who walk backward along the whole path of existence, and blame me for walking backward along the path of the promenade?” Diogenes of Sinope.

Once again Melbourne, Australia has been put on the map, as it (once again) makes a world class fool of itself. To our shame, Novak Djokovic, the Serbian world champion tennis player, 9-time winner of The Australian Open Men’s singles title, unjabbed, unashamed, and beloved by the people, was recently refused entry into Australia even though he was granted a vaccination exemption.

Personally, I think the rules should not exist, but since they do, let’s apply them consistently for everyone across the board. Whilst many Australian citizens overseas were unable to return home, everyday people unable to get vax exemptions, and many cannot even visit dying or dead grandmas, Djokovic was granted an exemption only to be refused entry.

I don’t know about anyone else, but as with anything covid related, my head went into a kind of tailspin. It was almost like watching a form of 4D tennis, scratching my head with confusion, as it flicks left to right, wondering what the roools are again and whatever happened to the damn ball. Double-speak, double-think, and double standard. Not to mention, the various views and opinions circulating social media, from moral outrage at him being granted an exemption, to outright anger and disgust at his potential deportation. I even lost a friend as a result. It’s all too hard. The moral compass of people is far too subjective and prone to groupthink, if one did not learn to think for oneself, one would not know what to think.

Thankfully, I have trained my brain to make up its own mind about things, and hopefully come to some logical and rational conclusion. In the case of Djokovic, I do not believe it is fair that he was granted an exemption to fly all the way out here, only to be refused entry and deported. I know how it feels. Having attempted my own small-scale border crossing only to be turned back. It didn’t feel good, but that’s another story.

Admittedly, part of me was glad the same thing could happen to a high profile such as Djokovic, but as mentioned earlier, I think the rules are unnecessary and unjust. In my opinion, it would have been better if all tennis players and high profiles just set their egos and the money aside to boycott participating in any sports or concerts held in countries which mandate compulsory vaccinations.

Whilst I admire Djokovic’s convictions to remain unjabbed, in applying for an exemption he was still playing by “their” rules. I don’t want to swear here, but he should have given government bureaucrats a big F you and told them he would not play by those rules. Full stop. But here we are, a flawed, programmed people who know things are not right, yet systematically “go along” anyway. It is a conundrum.

If we truly want our freedoms back, the people need a serious jolt of de-programming. They need to take the Jesus pill, refuse totalitarian diktats and start walking backwards- along the promenade. If the rules are unjust, refuse to play. No more applying for exemptions, no more getting jabbed, no more masks, no more QR coding, enough with the testing and the isolating and just live. It is that simple.

Djokovic is currently holed up in a “hotel” awaiting appeal until Monday. The hotel is in fact a detention centre filled with refugees where supporters of Djokovic are currently protesting.

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The Pub, The Spit, and The Cult of Intolerance in Political Discourse.

“. . .the narrow ridge is the meeting place of the we”

~~Martin Buber

Jimeone Roberts, an alleged known neo Nazi recently had his beer spat in at an Irish pub because he was sporting a black sun tattoo. The Sonnenrad, or “sun wheel”, is a symbol that was used by the Nazis in Germany. It is also the same symbol used by the Azov Battalion in Ukraine, which many support. The tattoo can be offensive to some, it might even be distasteful and ugly to those who actually know its history, but what kind of society have we become when spitting in people’s beer is acceptable simply because we disagree with their politics. Distasteful as Jimeone‘s politics may be to many, there is no justification for spitting in ones beer. The young bar tender literally put himself at the same level as the tattooed bloke.

There are many examples of this kind of behavior, both online and off. People have become intolerant. The world has become one huge, divisive, ugly, schoolyard. Egging politicians, stickering hateful propaganda, the attacking of alternative news media and mainstream journalists. There are countless more incidences. Trolls and fake accounts online, confidently spew out hatred, causing division and angst. Not to mention the memes, photoshopped pics and doxxing. Such ugly behaviour exists on all sides and has contributed to anger and fear, causing many to flee for safety in echo chambers.

Echo chambers are where political discourse goes to die. Safe spaces wherein individuals discuss political ideas, stroke each other’s egos and pat each other’s backs. Congratulatory, emphatic agreements of mutual hatred the enemy on opposing sides. Socio-political and cultural views can never be challenged, tested or proven, leaving individuals emotionally and intellectually immature. Boring, uninspiring, and zombifying, echo chambers are to be avoided at all costs.

Maturity is borne when people can discuss ideas, no matter how distasteful, civilly and respectfully. The dichotomous left/right narrative is designed to encourage genuine, robust discussions. It is why our parliamentary process exists. Parliament House was designed for this very thing, discussion and debate. It takes courageous people, strong personalities and fearless free thinkers to make great societies. It might get ugly, fiery and contentious, but people are sharpening each other’s minds, gleaning the best of all sides to create what we have come to know as free, liberal democracies.

When discussing political or philosophical ideas, we can all learn from Buber’s philosophy of dialogue. We can all exist on the narrow ridge he speaks of. It is the place where opposing views can meet, where the I-thou or us vs them dichotomy can duel. Often this requires a coming together, mutual consent to listen, understand and respect each other’s minds. Setting aside biases and prejudices for a moment to perhaps get a glimpse of the other side. Sometimes concluding with agreement, concession or conciliation, and more often agreeing to disagree. Sadly, this almost never happens.

The world would be a better place if everyone strived to see things from others’ perspectives or try to understand another’s point of view. The civil thing for that bar tender to do would have been to pour the beer and enter into polite discourse with Jimeone. Not everyone will agree on everything, but we can still be loving and compassionate throughout the process. We need only look to Christ for an example. Christ stands at the centre of the narrow ridge with His arms outstretched, beckoning to all that might listen. It is why He sat with the wine bibbers, and tax collectors, sinners in the eyes of self righteous religious leaders who enjoyed their echo chambers. More people need to be more like Christ.

“And when the Pharisees saw it, they said to His disciples, “Why does your Teacher eat with tax collectors and sinners?” When Jesus heard that, He said to them, “Those who are well have no need of a physician, but those who are sick. But go and learn what this means: ‘I desire mercy and not sacrifice.’ For I did not come to call the righteous, but sinners, to repentance.””
‭‭Matthew‬ ‭9:11-13‬ ‭NKJV‬‬

The Inherent Evil Nature of Man.

“Confidence in an unfaithful man in time of trouble Is like a bad tooth and a foot out of joint.”
‭‭Proverbs‬ ‭25:19‬ ‭NKJV‬‬

Amongst other things COVID19 has achieved, it has mostly been successful at dividing the people and manifesting true colours of men. One of the core concepts of Christianity is that people are inherently evil and without Christ we will continue to do harm upon each other whether consciously or subconsciously. COVID19 has proven this.

With the number of people dobbing in their neighbours and snitching on their friends and family increasing, it’s no wonder society is fast becoming a cesspit of secrecy and lies. You just don’t know whom to trust. It is as Jesus predicted, ‘a man’s enemies will be those of his own household.’
(Matt 10:36‬ ‭NKJV‬‬)

With churches bowing at Caesar’s thrown, blindly following ungodly govt diktats clearly designed to divide and destroy church fellowship, whilst silencing open praise and worship, the people are like lost sheep without a shepherd. It has never been more important for the Christian to be rooted firmly in the Word than now.

We were forewarned of these coming times brethren. It is easy to be discouraged (angry even) by the injustice happening all around us. It is almost understandable to grow bitter and resentful of those blindly going along without question or thought. It’s tempting to look at those closest to us who have fallen for the lies and thrown friends and family under the bus with fresh hatred, and desire for revenge.

However to find true joy and peace in these times, let’s look to Jesus, the author and finisher of our faith. He too was betrayed and lied about by those closest to Him. His response is truly liberating and once we let go of all the bitterness, anger and unforgiveness, we can truly love like He loved. It is possible to take pity on those driven by malice, strife, and envy.

There is no one innocent, not one. We are all inherently evil, and predisposed to sin. I dare say some are more than others. But no one is blameless. So if you find yourself in a place where you feel alone, that you can trust no one, and even those supposed to have your back, have thrown you to the wolves, take heart. Jesus experienced all that and more. Look to Him for truth and love. Justice will eventually come for those who trust Him, for those who love their enemies despite being used and abused by them. We will see His face and be like Him, if we endure the shame humbly, and never give up.

“If your enemy is hungry, give him bread to eat; And if he is thirsty, give him water to drink; For so you will heap coals of fire on his head, And the LORD will reward you.”
‭‭Proverbs‬ ‭25:21-22‬ ‭NKJV‬‬

The Social Justice Shylocks.

“I think everyone’s had their pound of flesh and now it’s time to move on.” Tony Blair

I have not had much to do with Antifa or BLM directly and do not really know what they are about, I think they themselves don’t know what they are about. All I know is they are always complaining about something. Having covered the recent Antifa counter protest against the “extreme right”, I was afforded a glimpse into their operation.

Approaching the rally, a girl was on the microphone shrieking in high pitch, “Black lives matter! Black lives matter! Black lives matter!” It was with such fervent urgency, the image of my 4 year old kicking and screaming on the floor came to mind, “I want ice cream! I want ice cream!” Anyone whose attended their rallies will know what I’m talking about. After the screeching came to a halt, there was silence, followed by speeches, formalities, and direction as to where they would march and scream at people.

Unlike the freedom rallies, it seemed almost pointless. They were fighting a fight which was fought and won decades ago. Racial equality? Yep to the best as can be expected we have achieved that. Gender equality? Yep women almost run the world now too. Are blacks still segregated? No. Do they have access to opportunities today? Yes. They are living in one of the most black liberated societies in the world, yet many are still not happy.

Not only do they still feel oppressed, but they can’t seem to let go of past injustices. They hold on to every indiscretion, every mistake, every personal or political controversy by anyone who dared challenge their ideology. Adding to the above, they stay on the look out for mistakes, laying in wait to trap or remind those convicted or the public. They are relentless.

They walk around with signs, one which stated, “Avi is a wife basher”. It’s alleged Avi Yemini threw a chopping board at his wife. Obviously a domestic issue which was dealt with by a court, yet here we have the social justice shylocks still peddling the story. Maybe Avi did throw something at his wife. As in many cases, in many marriages, things get heated and things get thrown. To call him a “wife basher” over one incident is a little hyperbolic and bordering just a little on slander. It is also alleged Antifa have been attacking freedom protesters during the Occupy Spring St rallies. One antifa member also made a cowardly attempt at egging Craig Kelly.

Andy Nolche and I were there to film the rally, so were sat peacefully at a safe distance behind the police line, when a group were alerted of our presence and made their self-righteous way across to us. One of them proceeded (to my disgust) force-feeding Andy musk sticks. Tell me that’s not perverted on some level, and bordering close to assault. They obviously recognized him as the young man who mistakenly made a political statement years ago, was convicted and sentenced. He paid his dues, and learned a few life lessons, but they don’t just want jail time, they want his blood. They even assumed I didn’t know who he was, like I’m a naive, immigrant woman who can’t tell right from wrong. I think his sentencing was a little extreme, but that’s another story.

There is no forgiveness with social justice Shylocks, they think they are good and righteous. They cry out in the streets that black lives matter, but I wonder exactly how much they have done for actual black lives. They scream for public health, yet the majority of them are obese and many are likely drug addicted. I mean one of them was carrying a large bag of musk sticks. They think their ideology is correct, that they can do no wrong, but they are deluded individuals who cannot look at their own sinful natures, flaws and past mistakes. According to them, they are above reproach. They advocate for open borders, open toilets, free drugs, free sex, and free loading. They are anti-Christian, anti-freedom, pro big govts, and pro total govt control. There are no boundaries to their degenerate beliefs.

BLM and Antifa are like rabid dogs with a bone, they can’t or won’t let go. They will hang you mercilessly for every mistake you make or every “wrong” you think. They are too busy pointing their chubby fingers in your faces, they can’t even see the four fingers directed back at them as they shriek for a murderer like Barabas’ freedom while the innocents are crucified.

Like the Scribes and Pharisees Jesus came to challenge, they have it all wrong, that practicing what one preaches is the honourable thing. To practice otherwise is hypocritical. The inability to hear truth, a blind self-righteousness and desire to control the narrative for personal gain and political power, crucified Christ. Just like it continues to crucify truth in the public square today.

The powers that be have their useful idiots in the left. I would like to think hope lives on, that redemption is still available for them, but one need only look and see their frothing mouths and their blood thirsty lust for what they consider, justice, and I wonder if Jesus could reach into their hearts and radically transform them. There’s always hope, I’m sure.

“Then all the tax collectors and the sinners drew near to Him to hear Him. And the Pharisees and scribes complained, saying, “This Man receives sinners and eats with them.” So He spoke this parable to them, saying: “What man of you, having a hundred sheep, if he loses one of them, does not leave the ninety-nine in the wilderness, and go after the one which is lost until he finds it? And when he has found it, he lays it on his shoulders, rejoicing. And when he comes home, he calls together his friends and neighbors, saying to them, ‘Rejoice with me, for I have found my sheep which was lost!’ I say to you that likewise there will be more joy in heaven over one sinner who repents than over ninety-nine just persons who need no repentance.”
‭‭Luke‬ ‭15:1-7‬ ‭NKJV‬‬

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Fear is the Virus.

“The only real prison is fear, and the only real freedom is freedom from fear.” Aung San Suu Kyi.

Saturday’s Freedom Day Rally was an emotional one, with a little divine intervention, Melbourne’s weather kept in sync with the mood of the people. The sun broke through the clouds, whilst the rain poured down. Hope covered fear splashed across the sky throughout much of the day as the people stood their ground. Unlike many previous protests, this was a “police-approved” protest (whatever that means), and the people came out in the thousands united in the one goal, freedom.

There was real fear in the air today, but it was no longer fear of the virus. It was fear of a Dictatorship and its current overlords. Dicktator Dan is currently in the throes of passing a Bill which would give him unlimited power to control the State of Victoria as he so desires. The Pandemic Management Amendment Bill eerily resembles Hitler’s Enabling Act. This Bill, govt overreach, job losses, vaccine mandates, border closures, segregation, and downright oppression have awakened the people. Victorians are afraid and rightly so. They have already lost so much. Govt overreach and a segregated community can no longer be justified or tolerated.

Speeches came from individuals of all walks of life. An ex-police officer pleaded with Vic police to stand with the people and follow their consciences. An aspiring politician urged the people become politically active and support her and other independents to “vote Dan out”. The cries from the podium were mostly about fighting for freedom, but no one could articulate out loud what that fight really means. Everyone knows freedom was never won by the vote, the system is flawed and set up against the people. Nor was it acquired by begging politicians through petitions or lobbying via emails and phone calls. Protesting weekly at “police-approved” events is not going to cut it either.

The people have decided they no longer wish to be controlled, jabbed or divided. They have weighed up the costs and chosen to fight for freedom. However fear can either stifle or strengthen. The violinist captured the mood perfectly. A melancholic rendition of Australia’s national anthem pierced through the air, cutting through the hearts of people, bringing many to tears. The current undertone was of a people mourning Australia of old. The Great South Land of the Holy Spirit brought to its knees by the fear of a virus with a 99% recovery rate. This realisation coupled with the reality that life as they knew it may never be the same again was both heart breaking and motivating. The people love a good protest but deep down they know it is going to take more than a few big protests to change anything.

Our freedoms came at a cost. Brave men shed their blood so we could live freely in relative comfort and ease for the last 200+ years. Yes. Fear is the real virus. Once we overcome fear, real freedom can be accomplished. The greatest example we can look to is Christ. He shed His blood on the cross that those who live should live no longer for themselves, but for Him who died for them and rose again. (2 Cor 5;15) Live for Christ or be a slave to the State. Until we come to terms with the real virus, there can never be lasting change. Change is what happens when people die.

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Going Back To Where You Came From.

“It is only with the heart that one can see clearly, for the most essential things are invisible to the eye.”
― Hans Christian Andersen, The Ugly Duckling

Since the late 20th century, Australia was considered a multicultural Western nation, and according to the 2016 census, we are made up of approximately 52% Christians of varying denominations (Wiki). Prior to that, it was made up of largely Anglo Saxons and Europeans, with Christianity the dominant religion, making up approximately 97% of the population. With results from the 2021 census still to be revealed, it is safe to say things have changed. The very definition of what makes one Australian has changed.

Society is no longer defined by clear boundaries wherein everything and everyone has a clear identity, name, place and purpose. With the threat of globalism blurring nationalistic lines, long held traditions (amongst other things) are eroding away at the alter of diversity and inclusion. As such, many find themselves clinging ever more tightly to what they consider rightfully theirs, the country in which they once felt a sense of belonging, Australia.

Everyone desires a place they can call home, a place of like-minds with people of their likeness, almost to the exclusion of all that is different. The stranger is viewed as a threat, when that threat grows, fear grows too. Fear can lead to irrationality, which can give rise to violence, leading to the formation of community groups, from various cultural and religious groups through to Black Lives Matter (BLM) and All Lives Matter (ALM). There was even recent news of a growing support for National Socialism, to an increase in anti-semitism. Not to mention, all the issues surrounding Covid, Australia has never been more culturally divided.

I grew up here, so I know all about cultural divisions. High school was the site for all kinds of racial slurs and abuses, one had to learn quickly how to fight back, if only verbally. As an immigrant from the Philippines, I made my bones. It wasn’t easy, though fun at times, I still recall the day I had enough. Bawling my eyes out, I begged mum to move me to another school. She sat me down and proceeded to lecture me that Garcias (my maiden name) don’t run from problems or bullies, that the drop of Spanish blood coursing through our veins makes us strong and resilient. No, I wasn’t going anywhere. I was to stand my ground.

Running away is always easier than standing ones ground and fighting for our piece of the pie. I get it. If we could just find a place that would make us feel that sense of belonging, that place where we aren’t constantly justifying our existence, fighting for our rights, our freedoms, our values, our beliefs. If we could only get back the Australia of old, before the foreigners came in and overwhelmed our way of life, we might be content, happy even.

I witnessed the obvious and significant changes to Melbourne upon my return home after 2 years of being in Europe. It was not the same city in which I grew up. Immigration must have peaked during the early 90s and continued ever since. I remember my first visit into the city feeling a sense of sadness at the state it had become. It was dark, ugly, cramped and polluted. If I could feel like that being an immigrant, I could not even imagine how early Australians must have felt and still feel.

Fast forward 30 years and the proliferation of social media drove many on-line with their forthright opinions, leaving no room for the imagination. Real people along with trolls do not hesitate to express their disdain at the state Australia has become and will tell any and all those they consider non-Australian exactly where to go and where they belong. Having a real presence on-line, I make no secret of my true identity, so I have heard it all. It was almost like time travelling back to high school. Initially, it hurt, I was shocked. My roots in this country have grown so deep, how dare anyone say this isn’t my country, that I did not belong.

Whilst I love Australia now, and consider it my home, for years I felt like a misfit even in my own family growing up. I used to pride myself in being a woman of the world, a free spirit, that I could live anywhere. But my ever wandering heart was always restless, always searching for that perfect place wherein I truly belonged. I never found that perfect place, instead, Christ found me. If home is where the heart is, I found it in Christ.

Christ came for the misfits, the vagabonds, the foreigners and the immigrants. In Him is our heavenly home and we should all be excited about going back to where we came from. The body of Christ is made up of many nations and races, though we speak a multitude of different languages and are of varying colours, shapes and sizes, we own the language of love and belonging. For “He has made from one blood every nation of men to dwell on all the face of the earth, and has determined their pre-appointed times and the boundaries of their dwellings, so that they should seek the Lord, in the hope that they might grope for Him and find Him, though He is not far from each one of us” (Acts‬ ‭17:26-27‬ ‭NKJV).

In Christ we belong.

Damaged Goods.

“God uses broken things. It takes broken soil to produce a crop, broken clouds to give rain, broken grain to give bread, broken bread to give strength. It is the broken alabaster box that gives forth perfume. It is Peter, weeping bitterly, who returns to greater power than ever.”
 Vance Havner

I run a small business from home which involves taking used or donated clothing and fabric, still in moderate condition, and turning them into funky, reversible shopping bags. I am currently in the process of revamping the business model to incorporate other products and services, however at the moment, it’s predominantly all about bags. The process of separating the good pieces, whilst strengthening and reinforcing the more worn out ones, is time consuming. It is no easy feat, but a task worth pursuing as some pieces are so unique, it would be a waste to throw them out. Perseverance is a labour of love, a fact creators of anything beautiful and unique are well aware. We see the potential in almost everything.

Our creator God sees more than potential. He sees purpose. He desires to fill and repair us from the inside out. As with damaged, discarded, worn out fabric, so are we lost, used and abused. We are tattered souls looking for a saviour to stitch us whole again, to make something beautiful, purposeful, and worthy out of our lives. Some of us look for spiritual healing, others physical. Without the healing power of Christ Jesus, we find neither spiritual nor physical, and will forever remain damaged goods.

Whether we choose to cry out to Jesus or not, we cannot fix ourselves, the world will not right all wrongs and recycled fabric will not magically become bags. Some of us look for a sign of God’s existence, maybe an audible voice or a dream, but a wicked and adulterous generation seeks after a sign, and no sign shall be given (Matt 16:4).

It is in the depths of our consciences, where Jesus speaks. He is the still soft voice prompting us to listen. This requires a humbling of the self, a bowing of the knees, a surrendering of pride, and a faith which trusts that with God, all things are possible (Mark 9:23). If at first, you do not find Him, try, try again and again and again. Never stop trying. God wants to be found by you. His grace is sufficient. Find healing, purpose and freedom in Christ, and be made whole again.

Death to the Little Guy.

“Bless you prison, bless you for being in my life. For there, lying upon the rotting prison straw, I came to realize that the object of life is not prosperity as we are made to believe, but the maturity of the human soul.”
― Aleksandr I. Solzhenitsyn, The Gulag Archipelago 1918–1956.

Life is often unfair, one could argue we are predestined for a purpose, metaphorically, we each represent a piece on the chessboard. There are the pawns which make up the majority, with the rest of the pieces being the aristocrats, ruling class and global elite. The Pawn is the least powerful, is used as cannon fodder, can only advance when supported by other pawns and powerful players, and is most vulnerable when isolated. If it is able to cross over to the opponent’s side, it is promoted Queen, an almost insurmountable task and often only made possible if it advantages the ruling class. The word “pawn” derived from the French “peon”, a Medieval Latin term for “foot soldier”, otherwise known as “peasant” or “farmer”. The pawn is the little guy.

According to Hegelian Dialectic, we are trapped in multiple states of being, but we refuse to see we are destined for either power, servitude, then death. Part of us is deluded into thinking we can make it across to the other side, to become kings and queens, aristocratic masters in the world’s domain. On the rare occasion, one of us makes it, most of the time, no one does.

As pawns on the chessboard of life, we are the little guys forced to play for a king to whom we pledged no allegiance. Manipulated, oppressed, indoctrinated and enslaved, it would seem we have no power. Discouraged from moving forward with every step made difficult by obstacles and traps from every direction, it almost seems as though we have no choice, that everything we do is forced upon us. Whilst that may be the reality, God is still in control.

Thankfully, we have a Creator to whom we can turn, a just King. He designed us with free will, the ability to choose right from wrong, and good from evil. He controls the chessboard. We can accept Him as our true and loving Saviour. He paved a way of escape from serving the unjust kings when He sent His son to die for us, “who Himself bore our sins in His own body on the tree, that we, having died to sins, might live for righteousness— by whose stripes you were healed.” (I Pet 2:24 NKJV)

Jesus loves the little guy, the peon. He is the panacea to life’s injustices, we can share in His victory over sin, and live a truly purposeful life, but we must also die to our sinful nature and surrender our lives to Him. Whilst the ruling class seem to prosper with every shrewd, calculated move, Jesus promises to one day “pour contempt on them and cause them to wander in the wilderness” (Ps 107:40). He does not take us out of the game, instead He allows us to continue, to strengthen our faith in Him, and share His truths with others. Those who die to themselves, and choose to serve Him will ultimately be the victors. “….Death is swallowed up in victory.” (I Cor 15:54‬ ‭NKJV‬‬)

Just like the game chess comes to an end, this world is not our final destination, and will soon come to an end. Heaven and Hell are eternal, our souls are eternal, and though the powers that be, call us “peon”, Jesus calls us to Him. Our servitude is not futile in Christ. There is power in being the blessed poor in spirit. We will see the kingdom of God. Trust Him.

“Blessed are the PEON in spirit, For theirs is the kingdom of heaven. Blessed are those who mourn, For they shall be comforted. Blessed are the MEEK, For they shall inherit the earth. Blessed are those who HUNGER and THIRST for righteousness, For they shall be filled.” (Matt 5:3-10)

Lockdown Hypocrisies.

  1. You told us to stay home for 2 weeks to ‘flatten the curve’. And so we did what you asked and 18 months later we are still locked in our homes.
  2. You kept brothels open but closed churches.
  3. You tell us you are “following the science” whilst subjecting us to arbitrary restrictions with zero basis in science.
  4. You said “we’re all in this together” while we lost our jobs and you got pay rises.
  5. You made us quarantine in small hotel rooms while making special rules for Hollywood stars.
  6. You keep Australian citizens from returning home while allowing Caitlyn Jenner into the country to film Big Brother.
  7. You refuse individuals the ability to visit relatives interstate but give special exemptions to entire football teams.
  8. You tell us that masks are unsafe, then change your mind and punish people who don’t wear masks.
  9. You tell us AZ is unsafe for under 60s, then only unsafe for under 50s and now urge us all to get it, sneering at us if we hesitate to follow your ever-changing advice.
  10. You said we can’t go overseas but that you simply must go overseas to pitch for the Olympics.
  11. And now, of course, you tell us that last year’s BLM march was safe but that our protest for freedom is a super spreader.

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Melbourne Freedom Day Rally, 2021.

I attended Melbourne’s very first freedom day held on Mother’s Day at the start of our first lockdown back in 2020. Approximately a hundred people were present, compared to what seemed like a thousand police officers. It was highly intimidating, my daughters were petrified and worried we would be arrested, as so many were being dragged away by up to ten officers per dissenter. Today’s rally however, was remarkably different, it was truly a sight to behold as thousands gathered en masse in the centre of Melbourne to march against ungodly Covid mandates inflicted upon us by our treacherous government.

It started at Lonsdale St. and as the crowd grew and flags flew, an almost equal number of Victoria Police stood ready, encompassing about cries of freedom, laughter and unity. But nothing was going to stop the people today, there were too many of us. Melbourne came to life as the streets once again became the cosmopolitan, melting pot for which it was once famously renowned. Things felt “normal” again, we could have been at a Moomba Parade cheering on the floats or at a Grand Final Parade, it was oddly nostalgic. Though beneath the jovial facade was the sense that things were far from okay, we knew this was not a parade and we lamented the life we once took for granted. In amongst the crowd, rising above the noise was Hope, an Evangelist, a voice crying in the wilderness, Jesus.

Pray for Melbourne, pray for those who fear death, and “pray for those who rule over us, that we may lead a quiet and peaceable life in all godliness and honesty” (1 Tim 2:1-4). At the same time, resist ungodly diktats according to convictions given you by the Holy Spirit, and submit, but do not obey (Right Minds).