The Third Great War

American casualties have already begun. CDC reports 8000 confirmed inoculation-related deaths. This is an order of magnitude greater than expected by all previous vaccine trials.

The skinny dirt: the toxic goop meant to stay in your shoulder instead flushes your blood for 24 hours, then settles into either your bone marrow and/or ovaries. After that, we’re not sure.

“Antibody Mediated Viral Enhancement” is big words for what all previous corona-style vaccine animal trials discovered: corona vaccines inexplicably prep the host white blood cells to aid the virus. Some say “now today yes!” Others say “now today no!”

What happens when you multiply a black swan to the unicorn power? The potential real fallout is stunning and unimaginable. What shall we say? “Father, save us from the hour?”

No! Father, glorify your name!

Be the forge. Embrace the heat. Smile into the raging pain of the dross burning away. Because if the scroll isn’t about to get rolled up, then this the moment you were born again to be ready for.

Till angel cry and trumpet sound,
The Mad Christian

Disorientation is Not Entertaining

The thing about the bottom is that from there you have nothing left to lose. Nothing to fear. Nothing to hold onto.

Filling up the sins of a people until the time of wrath is God’s justice. But it is also his patience, buying you back and saying, “Come out of her, my people.”I have had momentary Harry Potter/Luke Skywalker moments wherein I surmise that I might be the long lost, hidden, protected, soon-to-be-revealed son of the king of the universe who needs me to grow up early and join the war by living a totally unexpected and awesome life that compels me to set down my petty worries and take up the arms of vivid, integral life.

Then I remember that because I am washed in the name of Jesus it is absolutely true.

Till angel cry and trumpet sound,
The Mad Christian

Don’t borrow thoughts

Buy the best ones you can find, and exchange the more recent ones for them, dearly.

The white noise works by overwhelm. You don’t know what you’re losing out the back door when the input volume is cranked to the maximum.

Disorientation is not entertaining.

Unless you are addicted to it.

Till angel cry and trumpet sound,
The Mad Christian

Ask it why

The next time you are afraid, ask it “why?”


Don’t act. Don’t move. Don’t fix. Don’t save.


Instead, feel the fear. Breathe it. Find it pulsing in you bones like an energy.

A fire.


There, burning in your fear, but not driven by it, learn the message for your soul: the clarity of your weakness.


This is ferocious hope. This is potent insight. This is heavenly knowledge.


To know your fear is to know your idol or your God.


To know your weakness is to know where to strengthen.


But you can’t learn any of this while running from a tiger…

Till angel cry and trumpet sound,
Jonathan Fisk