Has Covid19 won the victory?

All over the world this virus needs no introduction. After more than two years of battling this virus, we are still in the thick of the pandemic. (With a few waves along the way)

What have we learned from all the experts, lines of folk waiting for tests, the way this thing moves silently from person to person, like a ghost from times past, or a demonic invasion from Hell?

How will our generation be remembered? The lineups of masked people, the doctors with other masks, the funerals, the graves, the sick under layers of plastic or for our intelligence and care of each other?

How does God see this? Is God involved in the scenario? Immediately we think of the great effort of our doctors and paramedics who are right there in the fray. We remember the old woman waving from her nursing home, distraught and unable to get out of her final prison on earth except through death!

From a scientific perspective, I took a look at this fabulous website:

https://www.osfhealthcare.org/blog/how-covid-19-mutates-and-how-it-affects-vaccines/

Here you shall find intelligent information about this virus, how it mutates and evolves, and effects vaccines.

We can learn from this virus:

It is a true picture of evolution or more aptly, mutation.

This blog makes the statement that our human DNA is greater than this virus and quickly returns to its own normality.

We need not fear in the long term because our DNA will eventually get the better of this uninvited mRNA enemy of humanity and even of our animals.

https://www.genome.gov/genetics-glossary/RNA-Ribonucleic-Acid

This virus pretends to be a human cell, and it is close, but utterly destructive.

We must fight this to the bitter end, and use every weapon against it.

It is like the sin that can enter our lives subtly, and cause enormous changes in our behaviour and our destiny.

Ephesians Six verse ten:

Put on the whole armour of God, so that you can take a stand against the devil's schemes. For our struggle is not against flesh and blood but against the spiritual powers of this dark world... The belt of truth buckled on your waist, the breastplate of righteousnes (heart) on. Your feet shod with the speedy gospel of peace. And take up the shield of faith, which can extinguish the flaming fire of the arrows. Finally, take the sword of the spirit, which is the Bible. Pray in the spirit at all times. Keep praying for everyone.

Just like the virus, we must defend our lives, our families, and our country against this purge.

Can everyone pray for God's help and see what happens.

Love is eternal, our prayers are eternal, and God is eternal. We too can be eternal.

When we think about Christmas, what comes to mind? For me, I remember being taken by the hand by my older sister, Dolores, to see the lights in Jacob's shop window.

The year was 1952 and I was four years of age. I can remember that evening as being dusky and windy. We ran along the narrow footpath precariously, being blown about by a steady wind. Finally, (about 5 houses along) we reached the magical shop window. I remember staring at the lights as if mesmerised for what may have been a long time or a few minutes. It was an awesome moment in my young life.

Being very good girls we had to go home after our viewing. My sister was super careful to be obedient, so I reluctantly left the sparkling window.

It was Christmas. Our dad was not around as he had gone by ship to UK earlier in the year, seeking work. Our family consisted of Mum and four children. Two were younger than I was. But, nothing could prevent me from feeling very excited by those brilliant lights.

Everything that happened seemed so exciting. We saw baby Jesus at the church stable and of course that was just a little doll. Santa also managed to light our fire upstairs in the front bedroom (two bedrooms were both at the front anyway). Santa locked the door and left the key, clever man. Inside the upper room were two little strollers, one for each of the two oldest children, my sister and me. Unfortunately Santa forgot to leave us a dolly to put in there, so I became the baby in the stroller, which I dearly hated as I considered myself a "big girl" because I had a little brother and sister. But, my sister and our friend next door (they owned a shop) used to  play "Housey" with me being the baby. I remember the anger I felt even now!  I also remember a black cat with a red ribbon coming into our house, which was good luck, but bad luck if it turned up within certain days of Christmas. (It was a hoax by a fun neighbour) I remember that we were all laughing when we found out, but I still had suspicions about bad luck, whatever that might be for a four year old. 

Christmastime can bring people to a different place, such as bad memories and loved ones who strayed or are gone from this world. As we get older we amass more sad memories and experience more sad days of tragedy and sorrow.

But, God, in His Wisdom, sent his son as a helpless baby to come to our planet. Indeed Jesus was and is an alien who does not belong here in the human sense, yet he was prepared to let go of his own glory in Heaven to become a baby. A child who was destined to die a cruel death on the cross at Calvary. We all know this story and still marvel at what happened, bad  and good.

Jesus Christ (anointed Saviour) is still the one waiting to bring the light of life to everyone who calls on His name. Jesus claims mount up to declare Himself as God, (My Lord and my God) said doubting Thomas. Jesus sits on the right hand of the Throne, always alive to make intercession (like a court witness) for people down on planet earth. Jesus himself said, "I am the light of the world".

Light is very attractive to those who have known only darkness. People are sometimes seen as "lights" in the world. My mother was a light for us kids. She had to cope with four little ones on her own for two and a half years, which must have seemed an eternity. During that period of time, I came to love Jesus the little baby and often imagined Jesus standing in his crib in heaven looking down at me at night when we said "Our Prayers" which Mum taught us.

My journey with Jesus Christ, my Teacher, my Friend, my Saviour, Redeemer and my God, began at Christmas after I saw the lights in Jacob's shop window in a humble town called Leixlip.

I began my new "life"  in 1983 when I turned to Jesus for salvation from sin and death and condemnation.  He has said, "I will never leave you or forsake you."

He waits for you. He is coming back.

"Pixabay" picture thank you.

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