“They are a people whose hearts go astray and they do not know my ways. So I swore in my anger, “They shall not enter into my rest.”

Little Ones, you who are robbed of life this day by those who should have nurtured and protected you,  if God says to His people in the desert, “You shall not enter into my rest, ” what is He saying to our generation.  We are entering the desert of our Time; we, whose hearts go astray and do not know His way.

In our desert, we cry out, “Lord, save us!  Save our homes, our jobs, save our Nation!”  Yet, we’ve settled for gods of convenience. We hail as progress what Mary Shelley would call a  Frankenstein.  Human life for sale, for profit and for manipulation! We say, “But God, the end justifies the means.  Does it not?”  As if we didn’t know.  “They will service the good of humankind,” we say.  While God says, “They are MINE!”

We dare to answer God, “Just building blocks for health and well being, a boon to mankind, these.  You have so many more.  We will by ourselves bring about a new order of audacious Hope.”

The hallowed parts of the so, so young, and, oh so destroyed, devoured on the altar of irreverent “Progress,” bereft of human dignity or worth, save to fire an industry of blood, cry out!  The fifth seal waits it’s Time……..  This Time?

“You are a people whose heart go astray.”  You silent people, you unethical Congress, you President No People, call to your gods to save you. I look for My Son in you.  Show Me My Son.