It Could Not Be

As I look back at the past few years, years of being locked in houses, muzzled and masked and treated like slaves in a so-called democracy… I continue to give thanks.

I do not give thanks for the events. I give thanks in the midst of them.
“In all things give thanks…” ~ 1 Thessalonians 5.18



It's good advice - good for the heart and for the soul. Spiritual exercise.



It’s amazing to me that I can do that. It has not come easily. I was so angry with our leaders in Australia who, to this day in many states, continue to act like tyrants. If it looks like a duck, swims like a duck, or quacks like a duck then it probably is a duck.

That so many people would fall for the story of “It’s in everyone’s best interest” and blindly trust their leaders while their freedoms were taken away is astonishing to me, and also not. I've kept thinking back to scenes in Defiance about the early days of the holocaust.

Despite being told what the Nazis were doing, many Jewish people could not accept that such evil could exist, and so simply waited to be shipped off, like cattle, to their deaths. They simply could not be persuaded otherwise.



In our time, I have heard the same reasoning “It could not be” as I've tried to talk about what's happening now, what was so obvious to me and yet and so incomprehensible to so many others.



It could not be…

… that the virus was man-made, or that leaders world-wide were stepping away from their duty of care or worse, or that the mandating of vaccines not properly tested and entirely new in their make-up was unconscionable.

It could not be that young people are dying of heart attacks, as a result, the world over.
It could not be that this was orchestrated for money and power.
It could not be.

That's just the tip of the iceberg, yet even this is too much for many, while proof lies accessible in the palm of their hands on a smart phone, if only they were willing to see.

Finding out is not the hardest part. It is the shock of its possibility and the willingness to accept it. Victor Frankl, a holocaust survivor, describes the psychology beautifully in ‘Man’s Search for Meaning.’ It’s not an easy read.

We are taught at an early age to accept and blindly follow our leaders. Compliance has been a buzz word in education circles for many years and in these covid years, more widely so. Here in Sydney our leader put our army on the streets. It was astonishing.

Despite all of this I have continued to have hope. Hope that more and more people will continue to see what's going on and that they will not stand for it. That justice will prevail. It's already happening.

I do not blindly hope as one who walks out onto a frozen lake, in late Spring. I hope in God who is faithful, who requires us to play our part and who, in times of great darkness, has always responded to the prayers of His people.

Hope comes from the stories of old, Moses and the Red Sea and the falling of empire, a ready hand of justice that is never late and always on time, if only we will ask.


Hope comes from His unchanging nature - yesterday, today and forever.
God is love. But I guess, you've got to experience that for yourself.