What goes on in America and the world today.

“Under the cover of darkness.”

“Nothing godly goes on after midnight,” I used to say to my children.

Under the cover of darkness rats and cockroaches come out into the open from their stinking sewages. Crime also reins at night more than in the daytime. People that sleep during the day are busy at night.

Under the cover of darkness when everyone is sleeping evil sneaks up from behind with the knife of the traitor in hand.

Night and day are separated by the sun where blending is impossible just as success is impossible in any unequally yoked couple.

While the plotter plots.

While the Deceiver, deceives.

While the Liar lies.

While the Cheater, cheats.

While the Accuser, accuses.

It should not be strange to see Satan satanizing everyone who has breath under the cover of the so-called rights and privileges. There is a more sinister plot going on in the invisible world.

It’s a grave mistake for men to be distracted by their circumstances and judge the present circumstances by what they appear to be and not for what they really are. The real struggle is not between conservatives and liberals; neither is it between black and white or even China and the USA, but between good and evil.

To best explain this truth, let me tell you about the Clydesdale Horses seen in the Super Bowl commercial. These gigantic horses are hitched together and move like a bulldozer in the same direction as if they were a firing squad of soldiers going to execute someone.

The one thing that impresses me is that these horses wear side blinders to keep them from peripheral vision that would distract from their focus on the road ahead.

Today I have received two urgent messages from my doctor asking me to call him back ASAP because my lab reports had come in.

As I suspected, the news was not good “physical health wise.”

On top of my out of control diabetics, high blood pressure, chronic pancreatitis, cirrhosis of the liver, hypertension, neuropathy, and a list of other illnesses I have to add to that list the possibility of kidney failure mixed with some severe lactose intolerance.

As I search the mind of God for me, I come up with the following conclusion.

The deaths of my Ruthie and beloved daughter Keila, the subsequent pain that I went through including my physical illnesses, and now the pandemic has only one interpretation for me; and that is that I have a Sacred Task to accomplish on the matter of prayer.

In God’s economy it needs concentration and focus and all these things happening to me are nothing but “Blinders” to keep me from distractions in order to complete my work.

I have already edited several times what I need to write, but with one index finger I cannot do it alone. I desperately need a typist for 125 pages of my manuscripts.

I live alone without help even to go to the doctors or pick up my mail. If it were not for my “guardian angels that wear the fingerprints of God,” I would be in despair.

Remember me in your prayers my friends, because you are on my prayer list every morning.

This was the smallest Clydesdale of Jesus on duty. "FOCUS!"

Gerry Gutierrez.

PS. "I believe in making a difference." (Humor).