The church is protected from the tribulation by being removed.
The world will relentlessly push and argue that there is no rapture because when it happens, Satan will cover it up with the alien narrative.
And if no one believes there is a rapture, more are deceived by the cover up.
Our bridegroom does not send His precious bride to endure His wrath and to die at the hands of satan before our wedding.
The 7 year tribulation is for Israel and for a rebellious unrepentant world.
I have waited and watched, and in the silence, I have dared to speak, boldly and unashamedly…but as a Bishop, I must once again dare to speak...
An Open Letter To The People Of The United Kingdom
My Fellow Countrymen,
Our government has failed to protect our Christian heritage.
The Church, in many quarters, has failed to defend the truth entrusted to her.
And His Majesty the King has not responded to the plea that was set before him.
So now, I write to you.
Not as one seeking controversy, but as one compelled by conscience. Not as a voice of despair, but as a watchman who sees the hour and refuses to remain silent while the foundations tremble beneath our feet.
Many of you will have seen the public conversation that has followed my letter to the Crown. You will have read the reactions, the affirmations, the criticisms, the dismissals. All of this was to be expected. For whenever truth presses upon a nation, it will always be met with both recognition and resistance.
But beneath the noise, something deeper is stirring.
A question. A question that will not go away.
What is happening to Britain?
And perhaps more importantly:
What are we prepared to do about it?
For we must speak plainly, without evasion and without ornament.
This is not merely a political moment.
It is not merely a cultural shift.
It is not merely the passing of one age into another.
It is a crisis of foundations!
For centuries, the Christian faith was not peripheral to British life. It was central. It shaped our laws, informed our liberties, restrained the abuse of power, dignified the individual, and gave this nation a moral architecture that endured through war, upheaval, and change.
It made Britain, Great Britain.
Not because we were perfect, but because we were anchored.
Anchored in something higher than ourselves.
Anchored in truth.
And now, that anchor is being cast aside.
We see it in the public square, where Christian belief is increasingly treated as something to be tolerated only when it is silent. We see it in our institutions, where the moral language that once shaped them is being systematically redefined.
We see it within parts of the Church itself, where the call to holiness is softened, and the demands of the age are too often given greater weight than the Word of God.
And we are told that this is progress.
It is not progress. It is decline!
A nation does not become stronger by forgetting what made it strong. A civilisation does not advance by severing itself from the truths that formed it. A people do not become freer by abandoning the moral vision that gave their freedom meaning.
And yet, this is precisely what is being asked of us.
Quietly. Gradually. Persistently.
To forget.
To yield.
To adapt.
To conform.
Until at last, we no longer recognise the nation we have become.
But hear this clearly:
It does not have to be so.
Decline is not inevitable.
Collapse is not preordained.
But renewal will not come from those who bend.
It will come from those who stand.
From those who refuse to bow to the spirit of the age.
From those who will not call falsehood truth, nor truth falsehood.
From those who understand that inheritance is not preserved by sentiment, but by conviction.
And so I say to you, my fellow countrymen:
If you have looked at this nation and felt that something is wrong, you are not mistaken.
If you have sensed that we are losing something deeper than politics, you are not imagining it.
If you have wondered whether anyone will stand, the answer is this:
That responsibility now rests with us.
Not with government alone.
Not with institutions alone.
Not even with the Crown alone.
But with the people.
With you!
For a civilisation is not defended by titles, but by truth lived and upheld in the lives of ordinary men and women.
So this is the call.
Not to anger, but to action.
Not to panic, but to purpose.
Not to nostalgia, but to renewal.
Repent where we have wandered. For we have wandered.
We have tolerated what should have been resisted.
We have been silent where we should have spoken.
We have allowed the slow erosion of truth in exchange for the comfort of peace.
And now we must return.
Return to the faith that formed us.
Return to the truth that anchored us.
Return to the moral vision that made this nation what it was.
And having returned, we must stand.
Stand in your homes, and teach your children what is true, even when the world says otherwise.
Stand in your churches, and demand the Gospel in its fullness, not a diluted echo of the age.
Stand in your communities, and live with a conviction that cannot be reshaped by passing opinion.
Stand in the public square, and speak without fear.
Stand, because if you do not, others will shape this nation in your place.
Stand, because if you surrender your inheritance, it will not be returned to you.
Stand, because the future of this country will not be decided by those who compromise, but by those who hold fast.
And let us speak without hesitation of what is at stake.
If we fail to defend our Christian heritage, our culture, and our traditions, we will not inherit a neutral Britain.
We will inherit a Britain unmoored from truth, reshaped by forces that neither understand nor honour what made this nation strong.
But if we stand… if we remember… if we repent and renew…
Then Britain may yet be great again.
Not by returning to the past in form, but by returning to its foundations in truth.
A Great Britain worthy of its history.
A Great Britain capable of its future.
A Great Britain rooted once more in the faith that gave it life.
History is watching.
More importantly, God is not indifferent.
And this generation will answer for what it did when the foundations were shaken.
Whether we stood…
Or whether we bent.
Whether we remembered…
Or whether we forgot.
So I say to you now, with all the clarity and urgency this hour demands:
Do not bend.
Do not yield.
Do not surrender.
Repent.
Return.
Rebuild.
And stand firm for the faith that made this nation.
May Almighty God grant us courage in this hour, repentance in our hearts, and renewal in this land.
Yours in faithful service,
Bishop Ceirion H. Dewar FSHC
Missionary Bishop
Diocese of Providence
Confessing Anglican Church
The sun was free. They sold you SPF 50 and a vitamin D deficiency.
Sleep was free. They sold you an app, a pill, and a wearable that tells you your sleep was bad.
Walking was free. They sold you a treadmill, a fitness tracker, and a £180 pair of trainers.
Fasting was free. They sold you meal replacement shakes and the anxiety that skipping breakfast would wreck your metabolism.
Cold water was free. They sold you a £3,000 plunge barrel and a podcast episode about it.
Silence was free. They sold you a meditation app with a premium tier.
Animal fat was cheap. They sold you seed oils, then supplements to replace what the animal fat contained.
Tallow was cheap. They sold you a seventeen-step skincare routine and a clinical trial proving your face needs ceramides.
Meat was cheap. They are currently selling you the idea that you shouldn't eat it.
The 20th century removed access to everything the body needs to function.
The 21st century is selling it back, one subscription at a time.
Your great-grandmother had none of the products.
She had all of the things.
Tax. We’ve all become so used to it, we forget how much we’re actually paying. It is relentless, even beyond death. And for what? If we had a semblance of functioning public services, I could maybe stomach it. But we don’t, so what are we actually paying all of this money for?
We are subject to Scandinavian levels of tax for third-world levels of competence - what a toilet deal.
Earn a salary. Income tax, a fifth gone before we’ve even started. National insurance, more on top of that. What for? A ‘world-class’ health service? The NHS? Ha. Good luck.
Even getting to work costs - taxes on buying a car, running a car, insuring a car. Vast amount of road tax. Is that being well spent? Unless you want potholes you can paddle in, the answer is no. A road network built for half the amount of cars. How’s that going? It takes twice as long to get anywhere. Fuel duty and tax on insurance - whack that on top too. Congestion charges, tolls, fines and more. It goes on and on and on.
Forget getting the train, that’ll cost twice as much and never runs on time - a season ticket into London costs thousands. Unaffordable. Yet the trains so often run empty? Maybe that system isn’t working…
VAT on anything that moves - getting taxed to buy products/services, from already taxed money.
Tax, tax, tax, tax, tax, tax. Then more tax.
Did you go to university? Your ‘loan’ isn’t loan, it’s a tax. Interest is so sharp, you’re just paying that off each month. Hundreds gone, to pay for a sociology degree a decade ago. Ouch. Why are we saddling our youngsters with so much debt, with so much interest on top of that? Madness.
Manage to put a few quid away to save? That gets taxed too - ISAs will be under attack in the budget. Profit made on successful investments, what happens? You guessed it. Tax.
Somehow you’ve scrabbled a deposit together for a property. Well done.
Paying half a million quid for a semi-detached? Not cheap. Stamp duty means you get slapped for thousands. Obviously first time buyer exemptions mean less and less as house prices soar.
You’re in the house. Great news. Or so you thought. Council tax. Going up seemingly by 5% every year. Thousands of pounds a year. For what? To collect the bins? Really? Don’t forget the extra costs to have your garden waste removed. Brilliant.
More insurance taxes, and of course VAT on any improvements you want to make. Bills soaring, with tax slapped onto every corner of it - green levies and the rest.
How depressing. Time for a pint.
Alcohol duty. Because of course. Why wouldn’t they throw extra tax on it? I’m not a smoker, but the same applies. Even holidays. Air passenger duty to put a few extra quid onto the price of a trip away. Just for good measure.
You’re limping on through. Maybe you decide that starting your own business is the way to go?
You get it up and running, starting to make a reasonable profit. Take a small salary - to pay for such luxuries as food and heating. As we know, that gets taxed.
Alongside the costs. National Insurance. Business rates. Fees and licences. It is endless.
What’s left after all that? A profit? Surely good news?
Bang. Corporation tax. A big slice gone. After that, we can enjoy a handsome profit. Right?
Nope. Dividend tax. With its brutal thresholds. What slivers you do take get taxed all over again when you want to actually buy something. Obviously.
And the final kick in teeth.
Inheritance tax.
After everything, somehow, you’ve managed to put a reasonable amount of money away. After all that tax, you’ve succeeded in building a financial legacy to pass to your children - your business, and your own savings.
Money you were taxed on the day you earned it, taxed when you saved it, taxed when you invested it, taxed to build your business. It gets taxed one final time. On both your personal savings, and also the value of your company.
Even after death, it continues.
What are we paying all this money for?
Are our schools world-class? Borders secure? Police visible? NHS efficient? Economy thriving? Roads operational?
No. No. No. No. No. No. NOTHING WORKS.
Britain has the highest tax burden in most of our lifetimes, yet the worst services many of us have ever seen. If everything worked perfectly, there could maybe be an argument for such suffocating levels of tax. But it doesn’t, and hasn’t for decades, so there isn’t.
When the taxpayers fail to fund this state monster of inefficiency and unaccountability, what do they do?
QE. Print money. Creating inflation, devaluing our earnings and our savings. Yet one more tax.
The people creating all of this, implementing all of this? £100k plus on the public sector, living in London. Comfortable salary, great pension, no job risk. Clueless about the real world.
Maybe, just maybe, the current approach isn’t working.
We need to urgently cut tax. Shrink government. Reward hard work.
You just can’t tax a nation into prosperity. It never has worked, and it never will work.
LEAVE OUR MONEY ALONE.
Two years. Two years passed since the last moment I saw Avinatan, the love of my life. Two years since the moment terrorists kidnapped us, put me on a motorcycle, and tore me away from Avinatan before the eyes of the entire world.
From that moment, our journey in captivity was separated. I was held captive with children, women, and the elderly, while Avinatan was held alone. I was mostly kept inside houses, while Avinatan was only in the tunnels. Hamas released videos and signs of life from me, while there was no information at all about Avinatan. I was held captive by Hamas for 246 days, while Avinatan was held for 738 days. I came back in a heroic rescue operation, and Avinatan returned in a deal.
But both of us, against all odds, came home and were reunited!
I cannot put into words the range of emotions I felt when I saw him for the first time after so long. Each of us faced death countless times, and yet, after two years apart, we are finally taking our first steps together again in the State of Israel.
At last, we can begin our healing together. The recovery will be long; we still haven’t truly processed what has happened here over these past two years. But we won. We won our personal war, and the war of all those who fought alongside us to reach this moment. And now, the time has come to begin our shared journey together.
I want to say a huge thank you, first and foremost, to the @IDF soldiers and security forces who have been fighting for so long and risk their lives for us every single day. Thank you to our family, friends, and to the people of Israel, Am
Yisrael, who raised their voices when we couldn’t speak. To the people around the world who embraced us, to all the incredible individuals who supported us through the hardest times and never lost hope throughout this long period. To the US government, which opened its doors to me and was always there to listen, especially @SEPeaceMissions Steve Witkoff, @jaredkushner, and the exceptional, President @realDonaldTrump.
To all the people who too stood beside our hostages and understood that light must overcome darkness.
We will never forget the fallen and the murdered, and we will not stop fighting until every fallen soldier and hostage is brought home for a proper burial in Israel.
Thank you, thank you, thank you!
This could never have happened without you.
We are back ❤️
@TheDilemmaLama@BROKENBRITAIN0 I had the emergency alerts off so I never got the alert but I did notice yesterday the ID app. I did not download it but had recently done a phone update. Needless to say, app was promptly deleted!
The Golden Age isn’t coming!
All of the remaining events prophesied by God through His prophets is coming!
The Book of REVELATION
is coming‼️
Today is the day for salvation!
Cry out to Jesus in belief!
Digital ID for the right to work ?
If you are not aware, if you’ve been misled, even deceived; they are currently setting up the Beast System which will eventually go worldwide.
They lied to you !
It’s not the Golden Age; this all leads to Revelation 13.
Wake up and turn to JESUS
British people don’t ask for much, really. A chance to raise a family in a safe town, with a good job and an opportunity to build a bit of security for the future. A place for their children at a solid school, the odd GP appointment when they need one and a police force that will actually turn up if there is ever trouble.
In short - we just want to get on with our lives in peace, with as little interference from the state as possible.
That really isn’t too much to ask, is it?
Please just leave us alone. That’s the British way. I like it like that.
Instead, we are being dragged into a world where the Government wants to track, log, and verify every aspect of our existence. I don’t want that. The British people don’t want that. We certainly didn't vote for it.
Let’s be clear. This has got absolutely sod all to do with illegal immigration.
I’m not even going to discuss that.
It’s about control. That’s it. The slow creep of a surveillance state that says you cannot live, work, or travel without proving yourself to the system first.
It happened once, during COVID. It was a disaster, as many of us said at the time.
Putting aside the morality behind the scheme, the Government will NOT be able to do it. These people are incompetent, the state is incompetent, it is all incompetent.
Do you trust them to effectively run such a scheme? Without leaks, breaches and cyber attacks?
It will be an unrelenting shitshow - I promise you that.
And what? We don’t have anything else to be focusing on? The country is such a utopia that vast amounts of Government time, energy and resource will now be spent fighting to implement this scheme? Really?
When it is introduced, it will grow and grow. We will never get rid of it.
We must draw a line in the sand, now. Sign the petition, write to your MP, make your voice heard. It does matter.
As an MP, I will do everything in my power to fight this - in Parliament and through Restore Britain, where plans are already underway to expose and fight the plans.
There is lots to do.
I hope you’ll join me.
If you watch anything from today's Charlie Kirk memorial service, let it be these words from @MrsErikaKirk.
This is the Gospel in real life. Just... wow.
WHAT?! The BIBLE GATEWAY the most popular online Bible website/app in the world, which is used by millions and millions of Christian’s around the world to find Bible verses bas been removed in the UK due to the ONLINE SAFETY ACT.
It must be RESTORED immediately! @Keir_Starmer
WOOHOOO!!!THE VIDEO GOT TO PRESIDENT TRUMP!!! He just reposted it!
The beginning of BYE BYE FAKE NEWS!!! WE THE PEOPLE!!!! 🙌🏻🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸💥💥💥💥💥🥳🥳🥳 well done Elly!