My partner and I stumbled upon what appeared to be a small festival on one of the main streets in beautiful Nelson, British Columbia this past weekend. There were various vendors in tents, games, food, music, and many other festival-looking décor on the street. We were excited and thought what a great little venue, not once asking anyone what was going on or what is the purpose of this Sunday bliss. After about 15 minutes I realized that this was some kind of an event promoting climate action and sustainable development. This awareness came upon me after I realized that the petition that I was ready to sign was about the implementation of the “15-minute City”. This UN global agenda was cleverly hidden behind the guise of more affordable transportation to the bigger more established cities. I was feeling a bit deceived and also a bit embarrassed that I didn’t pick up on the propaganda banners and sponsorship, all around the patrons. This topic of sustainable development and the 15-minute city has become quite the controversy and source of contention amongst many people in smaller rural areas due to the implications that the new set of global governance is having on these “have-not” communities. Most of the people promoting sustainable development goals do not understand that they are being manipulated by misinformation, deception, and outright lies. We have labeled each other into the camps of our habitual manner of thinking. There appears to be little movement in understanding each other's point of view. After I realized that I was almost duped into signing a petition that I didn’t agree with, I ranted at this all-knowing Global Citizen minion (this was how I felt about him at that moment) and didn’t give him a platform to speak his regurgitated untruth. I was exercising my 15 minutes of fame when I was promptly re-directed into a conversation with a young lady, her boyfriend, and another older gentleman. These three were commissioned to convince me that they were smarter, wiser, and more knowledgeable than I am. To me this is not a game of wits, it is the challenge of having a change of heart and learning to understand. After several minutes of neither side hearing what the other person was saying, I realized that this meeting of the minds was disturbingly fruitless. However, on the drive back to our unsustainable community of diverse misfits with my partner, I recognized something more important, forgive them Lord for they know not what they do. In An Abomination That Caused Desolation, I discuss forgiving and understanding people. I do not believe that the average person is “swift to run into mischief”. The idea that the world is a terrible place to live because of what we see on the MSM (Mainstream Media) and that we can somehow fix the crumbling world should be seen as honorable, not detestable. How do we help guide the misled, misinformed, and manipulated populous to the truth? As I look at the man in the mirror, I realize that one step, one meeting, one hug, one conversation at a time will help to bridge our differences. I have the desire to do the right thing and find it in my heart to love my undesirables, not just for 15 minutes but for a life everlasting. Learn to be a vessel. William John
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