Farming Restrictions imposed in Holland and Canada.
Jordan Peterson speaks about the farming restrictions being imposed in Canada and Holland. These ridiculous restrictions, if implemented, will result in famines across the world; all for the questionable goal of reducing nitrogen and CO2 in the atmosphere.
How will we be able to survive?
But how do we survive?
The words of Jesus, as always, give us the answer.
For whosoever will save his life shall lose it; but whosoever shall lose his life for my sake and the gospel's, the same shall save it Mark 8:35 KJV
Many people are saying, stock up food for yourselves, fill up your own pantry. Get ready for the famines, you have to survive.
No; the only truly Christian reason to stock up is to be ready to help others. If you have the resources to do this, do it.
But Jesus does not tell us to stock up for ourselves; He tells us not to worry about the future, to trust Him. He wants us to be generous now, today, and he promises to look after us in the future. Only those who are unencumbered by the love for possessions can survive Christ’s return.
The eye is the lamp of the body. If your eyes are good, your whole body will be full of light. But if your eyes are bad, your whole body will be full of darkness. If then the light within you is darkness, how great is that darkness!
No one can serve two masters: Either he will hate the one and love the other, or he will be devoted to the one and despise the other. You cannot serve both God and money.
Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink; or about your body, what you will wear. Is not life more than food, and the body more than clothes? Look at the birds of the air: They do not sow or reap or gather into barns—and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they? Who of you by worrying can add a single hour to his life?
And why do you worry about clothes? Consider how the lilies of the field grow: They do not labor or spin. Yet I tell you that not even Solomon in all his glory was adorned like one of these. If that is how God clothes the grass of the field, which is here today and tomorrow is thrown into the furnace, will He not much more clothe you, O you of little faith?
Therefore do not worry, saying, ‘What shall we eat?’ or ‘What shall we drink?’ or ‘What shall we wear?’ For the Gentiles strive after all these things, and your heavenly Father knows that you need them. But seek first the kingdom of God and His righteousness, and all these things will be added unto you.
Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Today has enough trouble of its own. Luke 12:22-34
Corrie Ten Boom
Ironically, in the last round of tyranny in Europe, the Dutch were the ones who resisted the Nazis. Although many collaborated. Corrie Ten Boom was one Dutch woman who resisted.
So should times such as Jordan Peterson describes arrive in our lifetime, we ought to remember Corrie and Betsie Ten Boom’s generosity during World War II in Ravensbrück, the Nazi concentration camp for women, where she and her sister were imprisoned for helping Jews to escape from the Nazis. Her father, who was also imprisoned by the Nazis in a concentration camp, had died earlier on.
While in Ravensbrück, they were given a single bottle of Davitamon, a common brand of vitamin and mineral supplements in the Netherlands.
Another strange thing was happening. The Davitamon bottle was continuing to produce drops. It scarcely seemed possible, so small a bottle, so many doses a day. Now, in addition to Betsie, a dozen others on our pier were taking it.
My instinct was always to hoard it- -Betsie was growing so very weak! But others were ill as well. It was hard to say no to eyes that burned with fever, hands that shook with chill. I tried to save it for the very weakest--but even these soon numbered fifteen, twenty, twenty-five. And still, every time I tilted the little bottle, a drop appeared at the tip of the glass stopper. It just couldn't be! I held it up to the light, trying to see how much was left, but the dark brown glass was too thick to see through.
"There was a woman in the Bible," Betsie said, "whose oil jar was never empty." She turned to it in the Book of Kings, the story of the poor widow of Zarephath who gave Elijah a room in her home: "The jar of meal wasted not, neither did the cruse of oil fail, according to the word of Jehovah which he spoke by Elijah."
Well-_but-_wonderful things happened all through the Bible. It was one thing to believe that such things were possible thousands of years ago, another to have it happen now, to us, this very day. And yet it happened, this day, and the next, and the next, until an awed little group of spectators stood around watching the drops fall onto the daily rations of bread.
Many nights I lay awake in the shower of straw dust from the mattress above, trying to fathom the marvel of supply lavished upon us.
"Maybe," I whispered to Betsie, "only a molecule or two really gets through that little pinhole-_and then in the air it expands!"
I heard her soft laughter in the dark. "Don't try too hard to explain it, Corrie. Just accept it as a surprise from a Father who loves you."
And then one day Mien pushed her way to us in the evening food line.
"Look what I've got for you!"
Mien was a pretty young Dutch woman we had met in Vught. She was assigned to the hospital and often managed to bring to Barracks some stolen treasure from the staff room-a sheet of newspaper to stuff in a broken window, a slice of bread left untouched on a nurse's plate. Now we peered into the small cloth sack she carried.
"Vitamins!" I cried, and then cast an apprehensive glance at a camp policeman nearby. "Yeast compound!" I whispered.
"Yes! she hissed back. "There were several huge jars. I emptied each just the same amount."
We gulped the thin turnip water, marveling at our sudden riches.
Back at the bunk I took the bottle from the straw.'
"We'll finish the drops first," I decided.
But that night, no matter how long I held it upside down, or how hard I shook it, not another drop appeared. Corrie Ten Boom the Hiding Place
Ultimately Betsie died: within a day of a prayer for her complete healing, that they believed had been answered. The story is well worth reading in the Hiding Place: Betsie’s face in death appeared completely untroubled and had a remarkable return to youthfulness and health.
Soon after this, Corrie, however, was released from Ravensbruck at the age of 52; anyone over 50 was supposed to have been shot by the Nazis, but somehow Corrie was released, due to an administrative error.
She went on to help refugees in the aftermath of the war, then founded a home for mentally disabled people.
Sadhu Sundar Singh
And then we ought to think about Sadhu Sundar Singh, the Indian Christian mystic. He came from a syncretistic Sikh family, where the Sikh, Hindu and Islamic scriptures were read. As a young man, Sundar Singh was deeply disturbed by Jesus and the Christianity he found out about at school, and even burned a Bible. Eventually he prayed desperately for God to show him if He was real, otherwise Sundar Singh threatened to jump in front of a train.
To his surprise God appeared to him; in the form of Jesus, which was a complete surprise, he hadn’t expected Jesus at all.
Sundar Singh was disowned by his father.
He had a very negative experience growing up in a Christian school in the English tradition, with nominal Christian students who did not take their Christian profession seriously.
Sundar Singh had no desire imitate that example; instead he took on the orange robe of the Indian mystic, the robe of the Sadhu (although he followed Jesus’ advice and washed his face and kept his hair kempt Matthew 6:17 unlike the traditional Indian Sadhus); Sadhu Sundar Singh renounced all possessions and walked around India telling people about Jesus and even brought the gospel across the Himalayas to the Tibetans, who repeatedly shut him in a well, from which predicament he was rescued by miracles.
Sadhu Sundar Singh illustrated the saying I quoted above, "For whosoever will save his life shall lose it; but whosoever shall lose his life for my sake and the gospel's, the same shall save it" (Mark 8:35
Barely was he out of his twenties before his fame spread everywhere and there were calls to go over and address meetings from widely scattered areas.
As he set out for South India, large crowds greeted him everywhere. In some places they had such a crowded programme scheduled for him, that on arriving he would score out the excessive number of engagements and meetings and choose only to address two important meetings a day. One of these meetings was for missionaries and Christian workers, and in the evening he would address the public meeting.
There was, of course, mounting interest in Sundar Singh as a man. He had a gripping style of speaking and his simple illustrations drawn from everyday life and presentations of the truth were just unforgettable. Citing the Scripture, "For whosoever will save his life shall lose it; but whosoever shall lose his life for my sake and the gospel's, the same shall save it" (Mark 8:35), he had this illustration to give:
On one of his Himalayan journeys in an awful blizzard, he together with another traveller was struggling to reach the next village. It seemed highly improbable that they would make it. In the midst of the storm as they trudged through the deep snow, they saw a man lying apparently dead, by the path. Sundar Singh said to the fellow traveller, "Come, let us carry him to the next village." The traveller was astounded by the proposition and scoffed, "You and I are scarcely likely to save our own lives. It makes no sense to think of carrying a man who is almost dead. I will be no part of your foolishness." So saying, he walked ahead, leaving Sundar Singh with the man who had almost frozen to death. Although he showed few signs of life, it was against the grain for Sundar Singh to leave a dying man to perish in the snow storm. He hoisted the limp figure onto his back and wearily and painstakingly trudged through the snows, step by step. The labour and friction involved when carrying a deadweight, such as a man who was almost lifeless, was perhaps the cause for Sundar's own survival in that dreadful storm. A little while after, Sundar came upon the form of his erstwhile travel companion lying dead in the snow! The cold had killed him. He had tried to save his own life but had lost it. Sundar Singh, by undertaking an impossible task, which on the surface meant certain death for himself, saved his own life. The strenuous exertion involved saved Sundar Singh's life. By the time he reached the next village, the man on his back revived and thus his life was saved too. Illustrations such as this brought the Scriptures vividly alive to Sundar Singh's audiences.