knowledgeofgoodandevil

How perfect, we get a story in the news about a gorilla being shot, so now I get to talk about monkeys. I’ve lived with monkeys for quite some time.

Hopefully, you know the story. If you don’t, here’s a quick summary. At a zoo, a small child escapes his mother, into a gorilla pen. The child ends up in the bottom of the pen with a huge 420 pound gorilla who is swinging him like a rag doll in this pool of water. The zookeepers make a swift and smart decision. They must save the kid by killing the gorilla. They have no time to ask questions or consult the gorilla on his plans for the child. They shoot the gorilla and save the kid. Now there is a huge uprising, saying the gorilla didn’t deserve to die…the kid should have died. What?!? The kid is a human being. The gorilla is well, a gorilla…an animal.

We’ve changed all the price tags in our world. When I was in college, one of my favorite professors always began his class with some kind of nugget of wisdom to share with us. (I went to a Christian college). One time he came into class and told us a story of these two kids who broke into a fancy department store and went around the store changing price tags. When the store opened up the next day, the sales people were unaware of what these kids had done. Fur coats were now $5.00. Tubes of lipstick were $2000. Chaos erupted. My professor compared this to our day and age (and this was a long time ago when I went to college). He said, we’ve changed all the price tags. Human beings should be the most valuable, but with abortion, we aren’t.

We have changed all the price tags in our world. There shouldn’t be any question the zookeepers did the right thing. The child was a human being. The child has the most value. The gorilla does not. We don’t see the gorillas gathering together to protest the shooting of their fellow gorilla. They don’t care. That shows the value of the humans over gorillas right there. People protest, gorillas don’t. They can’t. They won’t. Not ever, ever, ever.

We live in a mad, mad, mad world. The price tags have been changed. This should not even be an issue with the child. The match between child and gorilla should always be: child lives=gorilla dies. Even on monkey celebration day (if there is such a day), child lives=gorilla dies. Three hundred sixty-five days a year, twenty-four hours a day, when the choice is between child or gorilla, ALWAYS, it should be the child lives. ALWAYS. No exceptions. Even if the kid was the brattiest, worst child that walked the face of the earth. He should always be saved. No moral relativity here.

Our world is crazy right now and getting worse all the time. We’re in an election year. I hear and read lot’s of talk about who our next president will be. How our country can change with the right person in there. I think, as Christians, we need to make Jesus the President of our hearts. That’s where the difference will be made. When He is president of our hearts, it will affect our world. It’s the only thing that will change things.

We need a revival in this country. Christians, real Christians need to return to their first love, Jesus. They need to elect Him President of their hearts. With Jesus as President of our hearts, there will be no confusion as to who was more important: the child or the gorilla? Jesus would simply remind us, He died for the child. He made a way for the child. He loves the child. He loves all of us. Despite all our wretched sin, greed, self-centeredness. As bad as we think people are, Jesus died for all of us.

With Jesus at the helm of your heart. the world will be a better place. God made us. He made the world. He made the people. He made the gorillas. He made a way for all people to come into a right relationship with Him. He is the only one who can change this mad, mad, mad world into something better. Elect Him President of your heart and watch the amazing changes that take place.

I am obsessed with this video. You know the video where the guy goes through Chick-fil-A to protest it by taking a free water. He gets carried away and goes on to bully the young girl waiting on him. Watching the video, you see his arrogance and vitriol to Chick-fil-A. And what was he protesting? He was protesting the fact that Chick-fil-A gave money to charity groups that were Christian in nature. Chick-fil-A had said nothing hateful. They didn’t come out and say we won’t serve homosexuals, EVER! It was just revealed that they are run by Christians and donate to Christian charities. But this guy, he’s so pumped, he’s giving a verbal bullying session before he even reaches the poor girl that is going to serve him. His hateful, angry words are what get me every time. He is so pumped. You can totally see him gearing up for the fight.

If you don’t know the end of this story, here it is. The guy in the video gets fired from his $200,000/year job the next day. There were so many voice mails to his business, the business owners said he was too much of a liability. Whoopsie. He had posted the video himself. He took it down just a little too late. As a result of his firing, he moved to Oregon to get another high paying job. Within two weeks of that job, they found out about the creative little video he had made, and promptly fired him. He tried to get several other jobs after that, but his Chick-fil-A past kept haunting him. Now his wife works, but doesn’t make nearly the money he used to, and they live on food stamps. That’s what you would call a spectacular fall!

You reap what you sow. That is a Biblical fact. We can’t escape it. We can’t hide from it. God sees all, God knows all. WE REAP WHAT WE SOW. Or, in everyday terms, ‘you pick what you planted.’ Or, ‘you get what you got coming to you.’ Or, ‘Sin now, pay later,’ Or, ‘You do something naughty, you will have to pay.’ Okay that last one was a little weak, but you get the idea.

I’m bringing this up because I’m still stuck on the topic of Target. Since Target’s big announcement about their new ‘magical bathrooms,’ their stock has taken a hit of about $20.00/share. They’ve dropped that much. Their sales were down almost 12%. Their excuse for such a drop is that all stores drop around this time of year. But if you look at other stores like Walmart, they only dropped about 6%. Target is twice that much. (You know, I homeschool, that is why I’m so good at all these numbers!). I’m watching Target closely. You reap what you sow. I’m anxious to see how this all plays out.

I had the red card, when Target had that major security breach a couple of years ago. I immediately canceled it. They had to do a lot of damage control to get back up on their feet. Now they have excluded over 1.2 million customers for the sake of including 0.3% of the population if it’s even that much. And there has to be more boycotters than that. I’m boycotting it and I haven’t signed the petition. I talked to a friend of mine and she’s boycotting too, and hasn’t signed the petition. So the numbers of boycotters is much higher than 1.2 million. The numbers of transgenders may even be less than o.3%.

Target we’re watching you. Cue that 80’s Rockwell song, “Somebody’s Watching Me,” We’re watching you to see when you reap what you have sown, if you don’t reverse this very dangerous, don’t care about the safety of our customers, bathroom policy. And that is a very big “IF.” The way things look now, they don’t seem like they are going to yield. If they want to staunch the bleeding, they need to have a mutiny. That captain’s mad and he wants everyone to go down with the ship. Someone in Target needs to wave a white flag. Someone needs to declare, “The Emperor’s Wearing No Clothes!” There has got to be someone on board Target who doesn’t want to go down with the ship. Somebody? Anybody? They can’t all be mad over there, can they? Has everybody just lost their minds? I guess we’ll just have to wait and see.

My blog is called, “Knowledge of good and evil.” (In case, you didn’t notice). I talk a lot about my faith in Jesus Christ here. But I’m going to switch gears here today and talk about health. I have found a “magic” cure for some health issues and thought I should share it with you. This “magic” cure, helps you sleep better at night, relaxes your muscles, takes away anxiety, builds bigger muscles, makes your teeth stronger, and makes you happy. All with zero side effects. (Okay, there’s one little side effect we’ll discuss later).

You are probably thinking I’ve become some sort of salesman for some new drug. Nope. I get no commission off of this. Zero dollars are coming my way. It’s just had such an amazing effect on my family’s health and some friends that I have to share it with you. Plus, my dad said I should. (Always got to listen to the parents!). Jesus Christ and the Bible are an absolute must in our lives. But we have physical bodies as well, and we need to treat them well, so we can live for Jesus in the best way possible.

I should give you some back story before I unveil this great secret. About ten or so years ago, maybe even more, my husband was getting really sick. I mean sick. He felt nauseated much of the time and threw up a lot. (Sorry for the grossness). I thought it was my cooking. He went to a doctor. He came home with a huge bag of high-end antacid pills. I asked him what the doctor said and he said she asked him what he was stressed about. Okay. My husband starting taking the antacid pills. They didn’t have much effect. He went back to the doctor. She ordered a CAT scan for him. Nothing. A friend suggested his gall bladder might be kaput. Nope. He had an x-ray. Nothing. In the back of my mind I still wondered about my cooking. Another friend suggested that he might be gluten intolerant. We took him off of gluten. That helped some. He didn’t feel AS bloated. However, the nausea was sticking with him. I searched everywhere on the internet to find out what would cause this. I needed evidence it wasn’t my cooking. On the internet I discovered that dairy intolerance often goes hand in hand with gluten intolerance. We took him off of that. It helped some. But still the nausea stuck with him like grim death. Okay.

Finally, I started praying about it for God to give us some answers. Well I was watching a program one day and this guy on the show was a sleep expert. He talked about how getting enough sleep will help you lose weight. That peeked my interest. He said, to help you sleep drink banana tea. You boil a banana peel with the banana and make this tea. There are high levels of magnesium in the banana peel. I wanted to try it. Sleep is important to me and being in perimenopause, my sleep wasn’t as good as it should be. That night I made some for myself, and my husband. It was amazing. We slept like logs that night. I also woke up feeling really groovy. Ed didn’t report any nausea. But he had gotten to the point that he didn’t want to burden me so he would try and hide it. Well the first night of our banana tea drinking adventure was so good, we started making this a habit. And the excellent side effects persisted: great sleep, a groovy feeling and no nausea for my hubsters (but we hadn’t made the connection yet).

Fast forward a few months and I notice odd things happening in my body. The only thing I was doing that was different was the banana tea. I realize, I’m boiling banana peels for the magnesium, but the peels probably have a lot of stuff on them that I shouldn’t be eating. Like bad stuff in the pesticides family. I take a break from the banana tea. And since I’m the one who makes it, so does my husband. A few days into our banana tea fast, my husband gets really, really sick. He hasn’t been this way for a long time. I think about it for a bit. I go to the internet and look up magnesium. I find this website that says one of the biggest signs of magnesium deficiency is…wait for it… nausea and vomiting. Oh, wow! The hubbers is magnesium deficient. Another website lists off the major benefits of magnesium. It says almost all of us are magnesium deficient. Magnesium has a part in over three-hundred processes in our bodies. Melatonin NEEDS magnesium so it can be produced in our bodies. Seratonin (that feel good hormone) needs magnesium to be produced in our bodies. Magnesium clears out our guts (ever hear of ‘milk of magnesia?). Books have been written about the amazing benefits of it. So I researched and found several suggestions for good magnesium supplements.

Now, since the hubby has been taking magnesium, the nausea is gone. My son was complaining about not sleeping well at night. So now he takes it and is getting at least eight hours of sleep. There are videos on youtube that talk about taking magnesium.

I said there are virtually no side effects. There is one – diarrhea.  It cleans out your guts really well, so you may have to ease into it. I had to. But I built up to it and now take 400mg a night.

So if you are having trouble sleeping at night, trouble with constipation, sadness, anxiety, muscle pain and stiffness, nausea and vomiting, try out magnesium. It’s like a little wonder mineral.

I hope it blesses your family as much as it has mine. Some people ask about my pictures at the beginning of my posts. I try to match my pictures with what I’m saying. I thought the little guy at the beginning of this post looked content and happy, just like you will look when you start taking magnesium.

I have never talked about this to anyone, but my husband. I don’t really want to talk about it now. It’s taken me hours to force myself to write about what I’m about to tell you, but I think it’s important during this whole transgender magical bathroom discussion.

When I was a little girl, we lived in California. My mom would drop us off at the babysitter’s house and then we would walk to the school with the babysitter’s daughter, three little girls walking a few blocks to school. It wasn’t very far, and we would meet the crossing guard who happily walked us across the street with their big “STOP” sign they held to keep the cars away.

One day we were halfway to school, when we walked just passed this white car, whose door was open. As we passed, we looked over to see who was in the car. Shocked would be an understatement at what we saw. A man was laying down across the front seat of his car. His legs were hanging out the passenger side of the door. His pants were pulled halfway down, completely exposing himself. He had a newspaper over his face, while his other hand played with himself. It was one of those moments, you remember vividly. You can’t erase it. It’s burned into my brain. I remember the red colored interior of the car and the biological details of the man, which I shall not gross you out with. We freaked. We ran to the crossing guard. And then we ran all the way to school. I don’t remember anything after that. He didn’t touch us. But the event was so wicked it left me feeling dirty and violated.

When a kid experiences trauma like that, we tend to bury it deep in our subconscious. Somehow, one of us told our parents. My parents called the police.

When the police came over, they talked to my sister and I. As the police talked to us, I remember the feeling that I was in trouble. I was extremely embarrassed answering the policeman’s questions about what we had seen. I didn’t want to talk about it. I couldn’t shake the idea that I was in trouble and didn’t want to relive what I had seen that day. The police told us to get the license plate number if it happens again and to go to the crossing guard and tell them.

The next day it did happen. As we turned the corner to walk up the street again, there was the white car. There was the door open. We knew what was on the other side of the door. As we walked closer and closer we came up with a plan. One person would memorize the first numbers of the license plate and then the other person would memorize the second. We wouldn’t look in the car as we passed it. But we would look back at the license plate, trying to be subtle. Again, memory has a unique way of burying traumatic events. I think we may have told the crossing guard. All I really remember, was that was the last time we ever saw that car and it’s wicked occupant.

Children are not meant to see naked adults of the opposite sex. What that man was trying to do, was wicked and twisted. Transgender people are extremely confused and not well. Transgender people are not healthy at all. When we open the door of our bathrooms to transgender people, we are opening the door for children to be exposed to something they aren’t supposed to see. Transgender people are mentally ill and can’t make proper decisions for your children. They are only out to appease themselves in their twisted view of themselves. They don’t see others. They just see their own wants, at the dismissal of others.

When you invite all people to use any bathroom of their choosing, you have just sent out an engraved invitation to wicked men like the one I just talked about to come into our bathrooms and inflict sexual abuse on our young girls and women. Don’t think that they won’t. Those sexual predators ARE out there.

Target has made a stand saying they’re being inclusive to all people while excluding more than 1.2 million customers who say they don’t want this. Target is not the number one store, Walmart is. A few years ago, Target decided not to say “Merry Christmas.” Then, two and half years ago, Target suffered a huge breach in their customer security. People dropped them like a hot potato. This is bigger than saying “Merry Christmas.” I’m very curious as to what will happen to Target next. These things don’t slip past God’s nose unaware. God is fully aware of what type of business Target is. God knows how the many customers feel, who have signed the boycott. The Titanic comes to mind. They were so proud of their ship they announced that, “Not even God can sink it.” And then it sunk, because several bolts on it’s exterior got shaved off. Hmmm. Target, just warning you. You make a stand against people and mostly Christian people, God notices.