N.I.disgruntled one

Today I got an invitation to this church on the newtownards road by a friend who’s mother always has me in her prayers.

It was a Christmas carol night with lots of little ones present joining in with the songs chosen for this night.

As I watched all around me and seen all the little ones whilst the songs where being sung I couldn’t help the tears streaming down my face knowing what this Sinn Fein government is allowing to into this godly nation and the plans of these baal worshippers.

I was going to do a video on my experience of the the atmosphere I felt but I don’t think I could hold myself together to talk about it thinking of our little ones futures, it was breaking my heart that much.

The fire I felt in my stomach was overwhelming and at the same time overpowering my good nature in these times of peril.

A reading was taken from the book Isaiah and chapter 1 v1 to 7 and I know it was not coincidental, so I am going to relay to you all as a good night message.

Isaiah chapter 1

1 The vision of Isaiah the son of Amoz, which he saw concerning Judah and Jerusalem in the days of Uzziah, Jotham, Ahaz, and Hezekiah, kings of Judah.

2 Hear, O heavens, and give ear, O earth: for the Lord hath spoken, I have nourished and brought up children, and they have rebelled against me.

3 The ox knoweth his owner, and the ass his master's crib: but Israel doth not know, my people doth not consider.

4 Ah sinful nation, a people laden with iniquity, a seed of evildoers, children that are corrupters: they have forsaken the Lord, they have provoked the Holy One of Israel unto anger, they are gone away backward.

5 Why should ye be stricken any more? ye will revolt more and more: the whole head is sick, and the whole heart faint.

6 From the sole of the foot even unto the head there is no soundness in it; but wounds, and bruises, and putrifying sores: they have not been closed, neither bound up, neither mollified with ointment.

7 Your country is desolate, your cities are burned with fire: your land, strangers devour it in your presence, and it is desolate, as overthrown by strangers.

“Those who forget the past are doomed to repeat it”, it’s unfolding as I type this out and many are blinded by the world around them to see it.

Goodnight and god bless you all .

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