Thursday, December 9, 2021

ARE DOCTORS, PROFESSORS, AND “SMART PEOPLE” HEARING FROM GOD ABOUT COVID-19: Christian Blogger Lorilyn Roberts



Recently, a good author friend of mine in Melbourne, Australia, asked, “Why are people here giving up their freedoms and receiving the jab without question?”

His question is one that few are asking. The most severely locked-down state in the world, Victoria, Australia, is reminiscent of Nazi, Germany. Anyone who hasn’t received the jab cannot participate in everyday life.

My friend said (and a pastor friend in Melbourne said the same thing to me), that Australians take the jab without question, without thought, without concern about the totalitarian nature of enforcement, even for those who don’t want it.

The truth is, maybe God IS speaking to those people, but they aren’t listening.

When you read through the Old Testament, Jeremiah and Ezekiel, for example, the people did not listen to the prophets. Despite all the warnings, the people didn’t heed the dire predictions from God and chose to go their own way.



If you remember the movie, The Matrix, those who swallowed the red pill knew the truth. Those who took the blue pill lived in virtual reality without an awareness of the evil matrix. If The Matrix’s victims had known their reality wasn’t real, would they have chosen to continue in the matrix or would they have chosen to live in the real world, no matter how difficult or painful?

These types of movies are often predictive of future events. I wonder if God gives us a foreshadowing through media of our future to warn us, in much the same way as the Old Testament prophets exhorted the wayward Israelites. Of course, we know Hollywood is full of occultists, and while Satan is not omniscient, he knows enough to infiltrate people’s thoughts to believe he’s as wise as God.

Fast forward to today. Many people have turned off the news. Some have awakened to realize that much of what they have been told isn’t true. Despite knowing they have been lied to, many would still prefer just to live their lives in ignorance. Never mind the truth; never mind morality; never mind the ultimate purpose of the globalists, or whoever is in power.

The absolute truth is that Lucifer only knows what God allows him to know, and God has given him his “prince-of-the-air powers" to deceive those who “think” they know the truth from those in Jesus Christ. 

But I say, walk by the Spirit, and you will not carry out the desire of the flesh (Galatians 5:16).

I have often said that God is gracious in that He doesn’t give us all the truth because if we were all-knowing, that knowledge would destroy us. Remember the sin of Adam and Eve in the garden, wanting to be like God with the knowledge of good and evil? If we have a moral compass rooted in our Savior, the evil part is what we can’t handle. Only Jesus Christ could endure the cross and become sin so that someday we will know God perfectly and there will be no sin.

The depravity of man is so absolute—the evilness within our hearts and the wickedness of the world—that perfect knowledge of evil would destroy us. I see an animal get abused, and it devastates me. To see a child suffer or be a pawn for an ignoble purpose is unconscionable. To even think about abortion makes me sick to my stomach if I dwell on it.

I remember what Jesus said about those who hurt a child: 

But if anyone causes one of these little ones who believe in Me to stumble, it would be better for him to have a large millstone hung around his neck and to be thrown into the sea (Mark 9:42).

As the country falls prey to increasing evilness, few people are willing to stand for truth. Look at what the media did to General Flynn, President Trump, and Sidney Powell in the last election. Now they are going after Florida Governor, Ron Desantis, and anyone else who opposes the globalists’ agenda.



When it comes to the Covid-19 vaccine, the pharmaceutical companies, the CDC, the FDA, the NIH, and the WHO are in cahoots with one of the richest men in the world, Bill Gates. Many people don’t realize if a vaccine or so-called vaccine injures a person, the drug company has no liability. Liability ensures accountability. We don’t have that anymore (we once did), even though big pharma has made millions off vaccines.

However, the pharmaceutical giants pay millions to the news media to advertise their drugs. What commercials do you see on T.V. all the time? The networks push big pharma because those commercials pay their salaries.

The Bible says the anti-Christ will be involved in three spheres of influence: The government, religion, and commercial enterprise; and I think his method of enforcement will rely heavily on the media—including the World Wide Web, 5-G, A.I., social networks, and surveillance.

Recently, I’ve come to realize we will soon be like China. If a person doesn’t follow the government’s rules, somebody will turn him in. Why—to raise the tattler’s social score. Remember what the Bible says in Luke 12:53 (NIV):

Father will be divided against son and son against father, mother against daughter and daughter against mother, mother-in-law against her daughter-in-law and daughter-in-law against mother-in-law.

To address Covid-19 specifically, the push for a mandatory vaccine is NOT about a vaccine. The mRNA is NOT a vaccine. It’s a tool. It’s laying the foundation for implementing the Mark of the Beast. This whole system must be in place BEFORE the anti-Christ makes his appearance.

I will add a little levity to this dire topic. When I went through breast cancer treatment, I had a double mastectomy. I opted to have a plastic surgeon do reconstruction in conjunction with the surgery. 

Anyone who has had a surgical procedure knows the physician visits the patient the morning of the surgery to talk to the patient about the procedure. My plastic surgeon came in per the usual protocol, and I asked him how long his part of the procedure would take.

He said, “A couple of hours.” I was surprised. “That long?” I asked. He replied, “Well, we can’t just shove it up there.”

The truth is, there are many dots to connect and threads to thread and technological innovations (that need patents) that must be in place to facilitate the work of the anti-Christ and his partner in crime. The evil one can’t just “shove things into place.” Satan has been working on this project ever since the Garden of Eden, but we are close to the culmination of this epic battle between good and evil.

Most Christians don’t know this stuff because they DON’T WANT to know it. Almost one-third of the Bible is prophetic, and yet, how many Christians have read the book of Revelation or studied the Old Testament prophets?

It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out that things are not as they appear. Or perhaps it’s the biased nature of the media, highly skilled at editorializing facts, that spins the news to fit their version of the truth. However, any thinking individual can see right through the deception—if they want to.


Historical documents reveal how Hitler used the media to push his Nazi agenda and indoctrinate the youth. His propaganda was imbued in the educational system, and his youth camps tapped into idyllic dreams of nirvana. Germans longed to see a renewed vision of their country’s future after Germany’s humiliating defeat in World War I
(article from the United States Holocaust Memorial Museum).

I said years ago that the media would be part of the beast system. If you agree with their agenda, the media gives you a platform to speak, and they put a mic in front of your mouth.

A mouth was given to him speaking arrogant words and blasphemies, and authority to act for forty-two months was given to him (Revelation 13:5).

I don’t believe the unbiased mainstream media will ever come back because THEY DON’T WANT to come back. Why should they? Is there an economic incentive to tell people the truth? Do the media conglomerates (90% of the American news is controlled by six companies) have enough moral chutzpah to question the pharmaceutical companies’ data who pay their bills and keep them on the air?

It’s not just the news media held hostage. The unfortunate victims trickle all the way down to YOUR physician. Most doctors have chosen to accept the status quo. If they speak out against the vaccine, or question the data, or just want an open dialogue, they risk losing their medical license. 

Some have faced threats to themselves and their family. At the very least, they receive verbal reprimands that can be escalated all the way to the licensing boards.

Besides that, how many doctors really want to take on the medical establishment? Perhaps they are too comfortable living in virtual reality. They make their big money, live in their expensive houses, and have kids to educate.

Instead, they go along with the narrative, and after a while, they start to believe the narrative. Physicians and nurses have to believe it because how would they live with themselves if they didn’t? What about that Hippocratic oath (complete oath found here)?  


What about the thousands of doctors who have denied Ivermectin to hospitalized patients who might have been saved if they had received early treatment? What about the man in my church who died from Covid? The hospital refused to offer him Ivermectin despite his wife’s pleas.

Again, why would they deny possible life-saving treatment? The fact is, the NIH could not issue an Emergency Use Authorization of a new vaccine if other treatments were available. The EUA enabled pharmaceutical companies to skip some of the vaccine protocols that have been followed for decades.

That’s why they shut down Trump when he started talking about hydrochlorothiazide. A year later, the narrative continues across America. Hospitals are not allowed to give Ivermectin to patients for Covid because they say it’s an off-label use. 

In reality, doctors use drugs in off-label ways all the time. But if hospitals or doctors prescribe it for Covid, they are in trouble.

For a loved one to receive Ivermectin in the hospital, the only option is for the family to go to court and get a court order, and even with that, the road is treacherous. Hospitals continue to put up roadblocks. Why? 

If Ivermectin works (like so many doctors worldwide have documented), how can the medical community in America justify the thousands of patients they have denied treatment to with this Nobel prize-winning drug? That would be akin to saying they allowed them to die. Do your own research on this topic, preferably with a different search engine than Google. Be prepared to swallow the red pill. You won’t like what you see.

I replied to my Australian friend, who asked, “Why are doctors not hearing from God like you and me?” My answer still is, “Because they don’t want to.” They have justified the means, making people take the jab, to achieve their end goal. It runs roughshod over individual freedoms, particularly here in America.

A few people are fighting back. But is it too little too late? Governments rarely give power back to their people once they have seized it. Will my daughters know the freedoms I’ve enjoyed throughout my life? I don’t know, but as my mother says, “They won’t know any different.”

Socialism in Cuba

Sadly, our young people have been indoctrinated into socialism so that they don’t know what’s at stake; but I’ll keep fighting as long as I’m here.

When the FBI came to my house, they asked if they could talk with me about what happened at the Capitol Building on January 6. I replied, “I’ll be glad to talk to you if you let me talk about my Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ.”

They said, “We know you are a Christian.”

As I watched Trump supporters with their bare hands tackle the “insurrectionists,” who held long rods (deadly weapons) and were attempting to break the windows, the Spirit within me said, “Christians must be willing to fight.”

I didn’t know what God meant at the time. Looking back, I believe what the voice was admonishing me is that we must be willing to stand up and defend the truth, fight for the unborn, push back against critical race theory, question everything, and not bow to government mandates that we must take the jab even if we don’t want to. We’ve got to be willing to “occupy” until the Lord’s return, and increasingly, that’s going to get more and more difficult.

My way of fighting back is to stay in the Word, pray unceasingly, encourage my friends, and witness when I have the opportunity. I acknowledge that most of what I hear and see through the media isn’t true. And I know that things will continue down this slippery slope until the Tribulation. If we pray and ask God for mercy, perhaps we can slow things down.

But I have to ask, do I want to? I’m ready for Jesus to return now. I can’t wait for Him to execute justice on this fallen world. I can’t wait to see my Savior, who died for me (and you) on the cross over two thousand years ago.

I don’t know if we can delay events. But I know God wants us to be busy witnessing and bringing people into the kingdom. That’s THE most important thing. There isn’t anything more important than where we will spend eternity.

Getting back to the conversation with my Australian friend, again, I have asked myself this question hundreds of times: Why do I see this stuff and other people don’t?



If you look at the gifts of the Spirit, one of them relates to knowledge. To one person the Spirit gives the ability to give wise advice; to another, the same Spirit gives a message of special knowledge (I Cor 12:8).

I am not a prophet and would never want to be, but I do believe God, on a few occasions, has given me a “Word of Knowledge” about things or insights that were beyond my natural ability to perceive.

I also think, and this is just me speaking, creative people have a sensate spirit. In other words, they “feel” things that the average person doesn’t perceive. They feel it in their soul.

History is replete with examples. People write books, paint paintings, and write songs that capture the essence of reality long before the typical person trying to “survive” is even aware of what’s happening. 


Perhaps the creativity of these gifted people is even part of the movement, inching society forward because that’s how change happens. An emotional catharsis arises. Sometimes it leads to war; at other times, it leads to social revolution.

We are experiencing that now. Christian authors who have been writing for the glory of God can’t help but be aware of the increasing evilness everywhere. God mysteriously gives us insights that we can use to glorify Him that would probably be squandered by others who are happy to swallow the blue pill (The Matrix).

Now, I’ve probably put the reader to sleep with all my ramblings, but my Australian friend asked a great question: Why do some people see what’s happening and others don’t? There isn’t a simple answer—yet. But we need to keep asking the question.

Here are a couple of links I will pass along to the reader. There is also an ap for your phone that you can download from J.D. Farag’s website.


J.D. Farag website:  https://subsplash.com/calvarychapelkaneohe/lb/ms/+82yxp8f

Here is one I liked in particular, but all his Bible prophecy updates are good: https://subsplash.com/calvarychapelkaneohe/lb/mi/+6nw97nd

Excellent sermon by Jack Hibbs: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NGtSAXMUDAk&t=3456s

If you watch this video, you will NOT want to get the second jab: https://www.brighteon.com/e4c1acfe-50dd-4f2b-bf49-3ae89b0740f5

Might I end with the most important question—where will you, the reader, spend eternity? This world is passing away, but the glory of the Lord is forever. 

Don’t leave Earth without accepting Jesus Christ into your heart. He longs to have a PERSONAL relationship with you. Give your life to Him, turn from your sin, and don’t look back. The Lord’s return is very, very soon. Don’t wait. Today is the day of salvation.



 

Wednesday, November 17, 2021

THE THANKSGIVING I WILL NEVER FORGET: Devotional by Lorilyn Roberts


 


Many years ago, I sat with my dad on the front porch one summer night in Marietta, Georgia. The stars shone brightly overhead, and the chirping of nightlife filled the air. We got into a discussion about whether we would live to see the turn of the century. I was a young teen at the time, but my dad was in his 40’s.

He shook his head. “I don’t think I’ll live that long. I’d be in my 70’s. Well, maybe.”

Both his parents died when he was young, so his words hung in the air, pressing in on me that I would probably outlive him and my mom, although my mother’s side of the family is long-lived—typically into their 90’s. My mom is approaching that age in 2021. Sadly, my dad didn’t make it to 2000. He passed away in 1994 from a brain tumor, but he was close.

My dad used to say that even though his body had aged, his mind was still the same as when he was young. I never understood what he meant when I was young. I suppose if you get Alzheimer’s, that’s not the case, but the thought that your mind doesn’t age like your body does is intriguing. How can that be? 

As I continue to stretch myself doing things I never imagined, I hope it will help keep my mind spry. I am learning Morse Code and pondering what my first sentence will be when I go on the airwaves. The biggest adjustment will be instead of sending out captions at 260 plus words per minute, I’ll be “competent” if I can send out ten words per minute using C.W. 

I just applied for Social Security and will be retiring at the end of the year. Where does the time go? I remember a poem I wrote by that title when I was around fifteen. Because my mother loved it so much, I even turned it into a song.

It’s so easy to lose track of years as they come and go and not even realize decades have passed in what seems like the blink of an eye. Since August, I’ve been an empty nester. Both my daughters have moved out. I even needed to replace the 20-year-old van that I bought when Joy was still an infant.

While I might be sounding a little melancholy, I’m thankful to be alive. And this Thanksgiving, I wanted to focus on how grateful I am for all the blessings God has given me.

I asked myself, what is my favorite Thanksgiving? At sixty-six, I’ve lived through quite a few. And the answer came almost as quickly as I asked the question. I want to share an extraordinary Thanksgiving story from when I was seven.

My mom and adoptive father married on November 3, 1962. Three weeks later, that Thanksgiving holiday, my life changed forever. The arrival of my childhood pet is a story made for Hollywood. But God wrote it for me before the foundations of the world.

At a tenuous time when my mother had just remarried, because we moved to a different area of Atlanta, I had to switch schools. I was a lonely, confused kid. Being forced to repeat first grade didn’t help. But God had His eyes on me. He knew I needed a special friend. Our loving, heavenly Father sent me a stray dog that taught me more about God and the meaning of love than most seven-year-olds could ever understand. That is—unless it was someone like me, someone who needed the kind of love only a dog can give.

Here is an excerpt from my recently published book, Tails and Purrs for the Heart and Soul.


Seven Years Old

 

One morning I awoke from a fantasy world more thrilling than Disney could ever create. I felt a wet, warm kiss on my cheek. When I opened my eyes and saw a dog, I wrapped my arms around her.

“Who are you?” I asked. As my dreamy eyes focused, I saw she was white, and somehow, she had walked into the house, run up the stairs, and found me in bed.

My mother stood across from me with a smile etched across her face.

I patted the dog’s head. “Where did she come from?”

“This is Gypsy. We’re going to keep her,” she said.

I blinked to make sure I hadn’t died and gone to heaven. Not that I even knew where that was, but I wanted to make sure I wasn’t starring in a Hollywood movie. Surely this was just make-believe.

A prominent movie director in New York once tried to convince my mother to let him take me to Hollywood. My mother said no, and I lost my only bid for Hollywood stardom. Instead, Hollywood discovered Hayley Mills. Everybody, when I was young, compared me to her. I’ve heard it said everybody has a twin. Hayley Mills was mine.

Everything faded into the bedroom walls as I focused on the bouncy white, playful pearl. While some might argue we saved her from a wretched life on the streets, I’d say she saved me from a very challenging, lonely childhood. Is dog not God spelled backward?

Mother told me how the night before, Gypsy snuck into the apartment through the door with my stepfather—who I call Dad for the remainder of the book—when he returned from the store to buy milk.

Soon Gypsy became my faithful companion and playmate. When I came home from school, she would be waiting for me at the door. I invented games to play with her. I would place my hand underneath the blanket and move it around, and Gypsy would “fetch” it with her mouth. I soon learned how much dogs love to chew on shoes, slippers, and record covers.

When I came home from school, I could hardly wait to walk her. When we returned after each walk, I would announce how many times Gypsy had used the bathroom, both number one and number two, to validate I was the best dog walker in the world. I cleaned up after her when she made a mess so nobody would know. I always had a deep-seated fear I might lose her.

One afternoon I arrived home from school, and I knew something was wrong. Gypsy didn’t greet me at the door, and I ran through the house looking for her.

“She’s gone,” my mother told me. “The apartment manager said we couldn’t keep her, and your father took her to a protected area. Don’t worry. She’ll be fine.”

“Where did he take her?”

My mother paused before continuing. “You know the apartment complex doesn’t allow dogs. We had no choice.”

My heart broke. I knew it might come to this. I’d overheard the whispers. I ran out of the room and up the stairs to my bedroom. Burying my face in the pillow, I cried. Gypsy was gone. I didn’t want to believe I would never see her again. Even at eight, I believed in miracles.

That night thunderbolts crashed outside my bedroom, and lightning pierced through the window shades. I imagined Gypsy in the darkness. I could feel her fur against my skin and see her dark, brown eyes pleading for me. I twisted and turned in bed as peals of thunder bounced off the walls. If Gypsy ever found her way back, I vowed to run away with her. I would never let anybody take her from me again.

The next day came and went. She didn’t return. I went to school, hoping she would find her way back.

After another stormy night, Wednesday arrived, the day before Thanksgiving. We were packing things to visit my new father’s family in North Carolina. My mother had recently remarried. We had yet to meet the extended family of her new husband—a brother and three sisters.

I kept looking up the hill in front of the apartment, imagining that I would see my dog come flying over the rise in the road. I knew it was almost impossible, but I hoped. I made one last trip to my bedroom. The car was loaded, and we were ready to leave. I picked up my pillow and remembered the first morning Gypsy awoke me and licked me on the face.

“God, please help Gypsy to find her way back.”

I walked out the door to get into the car. Glancing one last time up the hill, I saw something white. Was it, could it be—I dropped my pillow and started to run. My mind raced, and I ran as fast as my legs would move. It couldn’t be—but it was.

Tattered and dirty and barking excitedly, Gypsy ran toward me, flashing her tail in the wind. She had survived two nights of bad weather and found her way home through a raging storm. If she had arrived two minutes later, we would have been on the road.

I crouched down and held her as she whimpered and licked my face. I didn’t know I could laugh and cry at the same time, but one thing I did know—God brought Gypsy back to me.




“I will never let go of you,” I promised.

Gypsy squealed. For the first time, I believed in God.

 

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All these years later, my faith in God remains steadfast. And as I wrote in my book Tails and Purrs for the Heart and Soul, I know I will see Gypsy again. My younger daughter Joy and her roommates recently adopted a dog from the local humane society. I’m smiling on the inside. The Roberts’ tradition lives on with my children, and that brings me great joy this Thanksgiving.

To learn more about my memoir, Tails and Purrs for the Heart and Soul, click on this link.  

Sunday, November 7, 2021

TRUMPET SOUNDS FROM AROUND THE WORLD - SIGNALING THE RETURN OF YESHUA - I COR 15:51-53: Christian Blogger Lorilyn Roberts



It was in 2016 that I heard the trumpet sounds. The first time I was walking Sirius, my border collie; and the second time I was inside the house. I had heard them previously on YouTube, so I was shocked when I heard them with my own ears. Whatever the sounds were, it wasn’t a hoax. 



A couple of weeks after that, I thought I heard them again, but when I went outside to listen, I didn’t hear anything. I went back inside and again thought I heard something. This time I had my phone to record it, but I didn't hear anything when I stepped outside.

Later that night, my daughter came home from a special event for a high school classmate who had just finished treatment for Hodgin's lymphoma. The class celebrated the girl’s healing from cancer by hosting a party outside the high school on the football field. 

My daughter said, “When I was there, we kept hearing sounds coming from the sky that sounded strange, but there was nothing there.”

I provide closed captioning for television, and one night when captioning a baseball game, I heard the trumpet-like sounds. The game announcers commented, "What is that strange noise?"

If you go on Youtube, you will find that these noises that sound like trumpets have been heard all over the world. What does it mean? I truly believe it’s the Lord’s trumpet, signifying His soon return. The trumpet is recognized in the Bible as the battle cry. 

Listen, I tell you a mystery: We will not all sleep but we will all be changed--in an instant, in the twinkling of an eye, at the last trumpet [emphasis mine]. For the trumpet will sound, the dead will be raised imperishable, and we will be changed. For the perishable must be clothed with the imperishable, and the mortal with immortality. (1 Cor 15:51-53, Berean Study Bible)

Since we don’t know when the last trumpet is, I would encourage you to turn to Jesus Christ, believe in Him, repent of your sins, and be born again. We don't know how much more time we have. His return is completely unknown to everyone except God.

Today is the day of salvation. Call on Yeshua's name. Be ready! Our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ, loves you.

For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son, that whosoever believes in Him should not perish but have everlasting life. (John 3:16 NKJV)








Monday, October 25, 2021

HAVE PINK SUITCASE - WILL TRAVEL: Short Story by Lorilyn Roberts


Hailey Becker was all of 79 years old. She lived with her doting, younger husband for the better part of her life, and they had two wonderful grown daughters who lived nearby. They were one of those families you couldn’t help but like. Hailey was the best cook this side of paradise, and Charlie could be anybody’s uncle—even the mothers-in-law who gossip too much. Charlie knew how to be polite and caring, and a pot of coffee was always brewing whenever I stopped by.

So when we heard about an upcoming surprise trip, everybody wanted to know the details. However, Charlie could keep a secret like no one, and Hailey—well, I’m not sure she knew all the details. 

A few weeks later, Hailey called me. “You must come by and see my new suitcase,” she said. “When we went to Cuba, our suitcases were too small for all the stuff we bought. We had to ship the vases back, and I worried for weeks when they didn’t arrive.”

I stopped in to see her bright pink new suitcase. What did her hubby think about the pink luggage? Knowing Charlie, he would say it was perfect.

“I wanted to be able to find my suitcase amongst the hundreds of others. You know, they all look the same when they pull them off the boat.”

I remembered when I went on a cruise and came home with somebody else’s luggage. And I didn’t even notice it wasn’t my bag until I opened it and found high heels stashed inside.

I laughed. “Sounds like a good strategy,” although I couldn’t imagine Hailey being like me and coming home with anybody else’s luggage. 

Several months went by, and Hailey talked about the upcoming trip on several occasions. I heard through the grapevine that her suitcase was packed. One day she said to me, "You know, I keep telling Charlie he needs to pack his bag. Mine is ready, but he hasn’t even started packing his. We sure don’t want to miss the boat. What can I do to get him to pack his clothes?”

“You know how men are,” I said. “They can pack in three minutes.” 

Hailey’s eyes twinkled. “Not me. I like to be ready at a moment’s notice. Unexpected things can come up, and it would be dreadful to miss the boat because I packed too late.”

 




I smiled. “Charlie won’t let you down. He’ll be at your side when you are ready to board that ship. I promise you.”

Soon signs revealed the trip was imminent. I heard that the suitcase was right beside Hailey’s bed, where she now spent most of her days. She was ready whenever the moment arrived.

Then I received word that they were on the way to the departure gate. Charlie reassured me he had her ticket in hand and her belongings were in the pink suitcase. He would make sure she was comfortable as she stood at the gate. I couldn’t wait to say goodbye to my friend.

When I arrived, Hailey’s bubbly personality enveloped me. She pointed to her bags, “I’m ready,” she exclaimed, “but I still don’t understand why Charlie hasn’t packed very much.” After a few minutes, she added, “I’m not going to worry about him. If he wants to wear the same clothes every day, that’s his choice.”

“He’ll be fine,” I assured my friend.

“When are we leaving?” Hailey asked Charlie several times as I sat beside her. “I don’t want to miss the trip.”

Charlie took her hand in his and locked onto her pleading eyes. "I promise, you won’t miss it.” 

I stopped by the departure gate several times until she made the trip to Glory. I heard her leaving was peaceful. And I also heard that she didn’t need the suitcase she had meticulously packed. 

I thought about all the things I’ve packed away, not only in my house but in my heart. Then I remind myself, it’s an all-expense paid, one-way trip, and we don’t need anything except our passport.

“She wasn’t one minute late,” Charlie reassured me, “and the smile on her face lifted my sorrowful heart.”

Who greeted her when she arrived? I’m sure it was a glorious reunion of friends, family, and Bible heroes. When it’s my turn, I know Hailey will be there to meet me.

Hailey Becker is not just my friend. She’s everybody’s friend. She is all those we’ve loved and said goodbye to too soon. And even though I know I won’t need a suitcase, like Hailey, I want to be ready at a moment’s notice. I find comfort knowing that my bag is packed—a bag filled by my Savior with love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, gentleness, faithfulness, and self-control. I must remember to refill it from God’s Holy Book each day, so I’m always ready should my name be called. 

I imagine Hailey received so many gifts upon arrival that she was glad she didn't bring that earthly pink suitcase. While we try to fill our lives with worldly wealth, the wealth in Glory will far surpass anything we could conjure up here. Indeed, I suppose all the pink suitcases in the world could not contain the treasures awaiting when we arrive.

 



 

I’ve also heard that I won’t need a winter coat or even any clothes. By all accounts, the weather is perfect, the land exquisite, the joy unspeakable, the citizens glorious, and the price exceptional—by that, I mean, it’s free to pass holders—bought and paid for a long time ago by Jesus Christ. Every day I make sure I’ve packed my pass. The truth is, it’s so big, so heavy, and so heavenly, no pink suitcase could ever contain it. And only Jesus Christ could carry it.


                              Second Place Flash Fiction/Short Story                                        


 Florida Christian Writers Conference 2021



Saturday, September 18, 2021

NEW BOOK RELEASE BY LORILYN ROBERTS - ”BOOK LOVE,” AN EARLY READER TO HELP YOUNG KIDS WITH READING






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"The story moves at a good pace, is enhanced by the illustrations, and is told through chapters appropriate in length for the complexity of the concept. While this is an excellent book for a child who faces a similar struggle, it can help all children learn to be kinder to those who struggle with reading." Kimberlee J. Benart, Readers' Favorite Reviewer.



Tuesday, August 31, 2021

LORILYN SHARES HER THOUGHTS On Her New Book Release: Book Love: An Early Chapter Book

 


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“Never again would I be bored. If I had a book, I had a friend. I could read whenever I wanted, and I didn’t even need a wire to plug my book into the wall.”

Such is the magical journey into the world of reading a young girl discovers after failing first grade.



Readers' Favorite 

Five
Star Review


Reviewed by Emily-Jane Hills Orford for Readers' Favorite

Book Love is a work of fiction for children by Lorilyn Roberts. Everyone learns at a different pace. Some children learn to read very early, while others have difficulty learning to read until they’ve been in school for a few years. 

It’s said that some of the greatest minds in history didn’t learn to read until they were older, like Einstein, who didn’t learn to read until he was 9. 

A little girl in second grade is embarrassed when she is called upon to read out loud in front of the class. When she is told she has to take Grade 1 over again, she’s even more embarrassed. 

Gradually she develops her own reading skills, but it’s a day stuck at home sick in bed that introduces the many positive possibilities found in books. One story leads to another, and soon this little girl can’t stop reading – she’s found a passion for books.

Lorilyn Roberts’s early chapter book, Book Love, is a touching story about a little girl who struggles with reading. At first, embarrassed by her inability to read, this little girl hates books and everything books have to offer. As the plot evolves, the girl learns to read and gradually develops an interest in books. 

The story is told in simple language so a young reader, especially one struggling with reading, can sound out the words and learn to read as they realize that perhaps their problems with reading are not unique to them alone. 

The line drawings are sweet and add another dimension to the story. Young readers will instantly feel a bond with this little girl as everyone has their own struggles, whether with reading or something else. 

Beautifully and compassionately told by a masterful writer. 


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Lorilyn sharing books with children in Kathmandu, Nepal

I remember when I homeschooled my daughters how hard I searched for books to get my daughters excited about reading. With the new school year just beginning and many children lagging behind following a year of Covid challenges, Book Love will be a hit with school-age kids who struggle with reading. 

It's hard to overestimate how important reading is as a lifelong skill. Children develop analytical thinking from reading. Based on what I heard a famous general once say, my motto for Book Love is: Young readers become world leaders.

The pre-order price is 99¢ until September 16. The publication date on Amazon is September 17.

Book Love will be available on all book platforms and in bookstores through Ingram. By making it available as a preorder on Amazon, I want to give parents, teachers, and librarians an advanced opportunity to incorporate it into their educational curriculum for this year. Grade level will depend on the child, but I would say first grade (with help) through third grade (independent reader) would be most appropriate.


I'm also available for personal appearances at schools and homeschooling events in the North-Central Florida area. Please contact me at  authorLorilynRoberts@gmail.com to make arrangements.  

A short blurb from another Readers' Favorite reviewer:

Book Love is beautiful inside and out. Roberts uses a child to teach children the love of books and it works beautifully. This book is a must for elementary classrooms and libraries. I highly recommend Book Love by Lorilyn Roberts if you have a child wanting to learn to read.

-Joy Hannabass 

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Friday, August 27, 2021

YOU AREN'T IN KANSAS ANYMORE: A CHRISTIAN SATIRE ON THE DEPLORABLE STATE OF AFFAIRS: Christian Blogger Lorilyn Roberts


You Aren’t in Kansas Anymore

A Christian Satire on the Deplorable State of Affairs

August 27, 2021

 

My Dear American Patriot,

I know you’re perplexed about the deplorable state of affairs and what in the world is happening. I want to reassure you, my friend, you are not in Kansas anymore. You will never go back to Kansas. Why would you want to go back to that cesspool when Trump was president, when America was energy independent, when the economy was thriving, when no one even knew what Critical Race Theory was, and before the rigged election? After all, we know Biden is our Commander in Chief. As they said, “Nothing here, move on.” 

Aren’t you glad nobody has been able to check those Dominion machines? I wouldn’t allow it—they are under my dominion. We needed everything in place for The New World Order. It will be even better than the famous novel Brave New World. By the way, I helped Aldous Huxley to write that book. He wrote it exactly as I instructed him, and look how famous he is. 

Population reduction has been going quite well. The blood of the babies offered to Molech gives me substantial supernatural power. Your utmost care is extremely important, my little messengers. Keep supporting me at the abortion clinics. I will repay you in kind on judgment day. Isn’t it nice to be on the winning side? We’ve made tremendous progress since we got rid of Number 45.

Now to more important things: Don’t let the troop withdrawal from Afghanistan concern you. The news media is lying to you about all those casualties. You know how they lie about everything. They rarely get anything correct, and this is their biggest blunder yet. Just keep your eyes on me; don’t look up. I control the powers that be in Washington. You need not concern yourself with matters so high and lofty. 

Don’t believe that things are getting better? Think about all the free money you’ve received since my cat’s paw landed in the office of the presidency. Many of you haven’t had to pay rent in months. Ah! An extended vacation. You say, ”Keep this gravy train going.” I say, “Let the government take care of you. You deserve it. Let’s make America great again. After all, the mantra is ‘land of the free.’ That should include free housing, free health insurance, and free food.”


But back to the current state of affairs. I know many of you have been dismayed about forced vaccinations at your job and vaccine passports, the harbinger of war in the Middle East, and the terrible plight of illegal, dangerous people crossing the border into the country.

However, this is all necessary to discourage believers. We want them to join us. We must reeducate them about what’s really happening. We need to convince the recalcitrant that borders are evil. In due time, they will come around. Once they realize nobody is listening, they will shut up. Christians are like sheep. Eventually, they do what they are told. That’s what Christians do. 

Rest assured, we are gaining in strength, and we are growing in numbers. The stage is set for me to send my world leader on the scene, a man of fortresses, who will bring world peace. Once we kill off a significant portion of the population through every means at our fingertips, we will be able to rebuild and make the world a better place.

In the meantime, we need to destroy the U.S. Constitution. That document has caused more damage to the blacks, Latinos, and LGBTQ community than any other document in the history of humankind. The next presidential election should seal that deal. I thank my minions who put those secure voting machines in strategic locations. I expect to have complete dominion over all the countries that are members of the United Nations after the next U.S. presidential election. My chosen leader is already here setting up a one-world government. It’s my craftiness, my cunning, and my persuasion through deception that’s allowed the pieces to fall into place.


We must keep up the pressure on climate change. Population control will go a long way toward reducing carbon emissions, and we must reduce beef consumption. Cows produce too much flatulence and are a significant producer of the worst kind of pollution. Just get rid of the cows, which will take care of four percent of the greenhouse gases worldwide.

For this news cycle from my lofty position above the earth, here are my recommendations:


1.     Make sure you receive the Covid shot. In fact, make sure you receive all the booster shots that will soon follow. They are for your good. Fear is a good motivator. Keep scaring those who are resistant into compliance.  

2.     Follow all the guidelines from the CDC, NIH, and WHO. You know they have your best interest at heart. You know they wouldn’t recommend a vaccine that hadn’t undergone the rigors of proper testing. They would never compromise, would they? After all, they have no liability if someone dies from Covid, and if they have a financial interest, it’s not important. Nobody would care. We don’t have to tell the public about any of the adverse effects from the shot—that might scare people, and then they wouldn’t get the jab. Mind control is good. We don’t want to upset the masses. Why disappoint them? Tell them what they want to hear. If you say it enough times, they will believe you. Everyone hates bad news. Just give them the good news—the shot works. That’s all you have to say.

3.     Make sure you wear your mask. You wouldn’t want to infect your loved ones, would you? After all, the death rate is as high as 1% in people who are too old to be useful citizens. Again, just do the right thing. Wear your mask. Make your children wear a mask. You want them to be good, compliant citizens just like you when they grow up. You want to teach them to obey every law passed by Big Brother because that’s what good citizens do. Be a good role model; never question anything—that’s bad. Always trust the government. You know they care deeply about you and your family. Trust them with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding.

4.     Make sure you keep an eye on your neighbor, colleague, spouse, and cohort. We need to make sure everyone does what’s best for the country. If someone does not follow instructions, you need to report them to the authorities. We need to cancel those who distort the truth. If someone doesn’t comply, we may need to take bolder measures, like implementing a social scorecard. I can vouch for the fact they have been very effective in China to force people into compliance. I’ll share more about that later. 

Remember, Big Brother is watching you. Be ready to embrace the new reality that is under construction even as we speak. You aren’t in Kansas anymore.


Signed by

Prince of the Air,

Lord Lucifer



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Seventh Dimension Series - Christian Fantasy by Lorilyn Roberts


Seventh Dimension Series





The Seventh Dimension Series Full Box Set includes The Door, The King, The Castle, The City, The Prescience, and The Howling. The Seventh Dimension Series has won over thirty book awards.

“Time is an illusion until God’s appointed time,” is the major theme based on A.W. Tozer’s quote in The Pursuit of God: “A spiritual kingdom lies all about us, enclosing us, embracing us, altogether within reach of our inner selves, waiting for us to recognize it. God Himself is here waiting our response to His Presence. This eternal world will come alive to us the moment we begin to reckon upon its reality.”

The two young protagonists, Shale Snyder, an American, and Daniel Sperling, an Israeli, meet in the seventh dimension—a reality outside of time. Their love for each other is conflicted over their opposing spiritual beliefs that seem irreconcilable.

The story covers many years as the young couple matures. The sixth book, The Howling, culminates with Biblical revelations concerning the future, Daniel’s missing father, and a startling surprise.

Allegory, foreshadowing, and symbolism are woven into the Seventh Dimension Series, and the heroism of the two protagonists is meant to inspire the reader.

Love and forgiveness are virtues that both protagonists must learn. The Seventh Dimension Series begins in Atlanta, Georgia, but quickly moves to Israel. The reader soon finds himself immersed in the first century, and stories from the life of Jesus Christ intersect the story plot outside of time. As the reader progresses through the books, he is exposed to many religions and worldviews, including Judaism, Hinduism, Islam, and Buddhism; and the young couple makes a memorable trip to heaven and hell.

Many relevant topics are addressed that young adults will have explored in school, among friends, or been exposed to through the media—evolution versus creationism, globalism versus nationalism, socialism versus capitalism, adoption versus abortion, and Christianity versus occultism. Spiritual warfare is a recurring theme, and there are talking animals, special gifts, and much more that I will let the reader discover for himself.

The protagonists are coming-of-age young adults, taken via supernatural stargates into the violent, unpredictable world of the seventh dimension. While I wrote this series for young adults, all readers will enjoy deeper, profound truths that can only be learned from a life well-lived.

An unexamined life can squander the opportunity to be redeemed. What a waste. My goal is to make the reader think, ask questions, and consider the most important question of all—where will he spend eternity? As noted above, the theme of the Seventh Dimension Series is: “Time is an illusion until God’s appointed time.” You may not have tomorrow. You only have today, this hour, this moment, this second…