The desk job was strangling my soul when I walked away from my position of National Marketing Representative, Mining Division, Dominion Engineering Works Ltd. of Montreal—building expensive equipment for Mining Industries as they realized profits would greatly increase paying exploitation wages to third-world labour to land mineral resources next door to a Canadian mine at half the cost of paying Canadian salaries and benefits. This was BEFORE US-CanaDA free trade, NAFTA & Trump’s CUSMA and Globalization of the Economy. Being in that position I understood if that process continued, great disorder would not be far behind. That proved too much for me to contemplate. But God was waiting in the rebellion.
The next morning, February 1, 1975, I was making the deal to take over a dream Montreal apartment that just fell from heaven (five rooms for $69/month, now $2300), fully furnished by a French Canadian Artist leaving everything behind as he was moving to Quebec City. The furnishings and artwork cost $1000.
I was sitting back listening to a passionate discussion of Social Justice between my Jewish friend and the French Canadian turned cosmic. The room seemed filled with what sounded like Niagara Falls crashing through the walls. Within myself I exclaimed “God! You’re alive! You really exist—HERE, in ME!” and left me breathless! The other 2 didn’t have the same experience. From that point my thoughts turned to communing with God in me, which is the fundamental of the Christian Faith.
That evening an American Draft dodger friend, also a talented Artist I wanted to encourage, I asked Dave a couple of months earlier to paint my portrait, giving him a deposit, unexpectedly arrived with the finished image.
I was expecting a traditional portrait, but his impression of me was like a Salvador Dali drawing. There was a group of us, and I didn’t tell my friends the new thing I experienced earlier that day at 31 because I really didn’t understand the fullness of what I experienced.
The original drawing was exquisitely done in different shades of pencil. It was framed hanging on my wall in Ottawa when it was stolen in a Break & Enter. I had a full size photo copy made of it with a collage of scriptures on the back side that influenced my outlook after coming alive to Christ Jesus and God under the header PUBLIC NOTICE. I passed out hundreds of that poster on the Sparks Street Mall before the original was ripped off. The image above is a reduced version of the original. I added the colours to it.
The Headless Body represents “A civilization decapitated from divine wisdom” The torso without a head means both—humanity staggering directionless and Christ the Head standing ready to restore. We see it now in AI chatbots writing sermons while churches are empty. Algorithms governing lives with no moral compass. Leaders launching wars with no vision of peace
The car teetering on the cliff’s edge symbolizing the Economy speaks louder than ever: Raytheon’s $45 billion profits from Middle East fires. Canada’s $2.1 billion arms exports fuelling genocide and the US Military-Industrial-Congressional Complex, making a killing off the Ukraine WAR, the Israel Genocide in Gaza, and many other smaller WARS in this World the US Public is not aware they pay for, and will pay more when Divine Justice and Judgment arrives in the US already appearing to be in decline.
The Slingshot and Shield is to remind us God still chooses unlikely Davids: The janitor praying over his mop. The teenager protesting instead of partying. You reading these words with a quickening pulse.
Later that night alone in my apartment, I found myself crying in gratitude that God would choose me for some unfinished Mission, thinking within myself, ‘God, I don’t know what you’re doing with me, but I love it! I love you! At that instant the radio suddenly announced, “Now that you’re a Christian, your work is just beginning,”I didn’t know that work would span these last fifty years and not finished yet.
With my new found Faith, I gave up that dream apartment and with shoulder length hair, beard and a backpack on my back entered the US September 1, 1975 to discover the Spirit of ’76.
Now living my 82nd year, The same God who called me in 1975 still provides the Spiritual Prosperity Gospel to the Faithful compared to the Prosperity gospelof the big US TV Evangelists living the lifestyle of the rich and famour with their private jets. . After hitchhiking coast to coast in CanaDa (from the marriage feast in Cana where Jesus kept the best wine until the last ) from Whitehorse in the Yukon to St. John’s Newfoundland spread over many years
That mysterious “D” on the license plate which I thought was the initial for Dave the Artist? It’s our generation’s choice: Death: Keep serving Babylon’s war machine or Divinity.
Take up the slingshot of faith. The veil is tearing again. This time—will we see?
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