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Jingle All the Way to Coronavirus

Have you ever watched the movie “Jingle all the Way”? It’s actually one of my favorite Christmas movies. Arnold Schwarzenegger and Sinbad go on the hunt for the coveted “Turboman”.  No, not his sidekick “Booster”, but they wanted the golden toy of the year. They even battled and manipulated each other over a plastic trinket. They didn’t need “Turboman” for a life and death situation, but for the sake of “I want”. 


Recently, I did a story about retail stores in this area and the lack of unusual items. Toilet paper, paper towel, wipes, etc. When I scoured the stores yesterday, I felt I was playing a part in “Jingle all the Way”. The aura from the shelves gave a sense of “I want”, not “I need”. Toilet paper and paper towel were the “Turnomen”, and Vitamin C and other immune builders were “Health Boosters”. Some vitamins were lacking, but most stood at attention on the shelves. 


Society panics in the most eccentric ways. Citizens should scramble for “Boosters”, the actual important necessities, than the false glow of “Turbomen”. Why be hysteric over toilet paper and paper towel, when those items are going to be stocked overnight? Why stock up on paper goods and not food to sustain you during possible quarantines? This pandemonium is backwards. 


Don’t “Jingle all the way” to Coronavirus and it’s manipulative ways. Literally buy “Health Boosters” to suit your body with “Turboman’s” armor. Don’t follow the crowds to uncanny necessities. Follow God. Follow wisdom. Follow discernment. 


When you follow the mass crowds, you enact Arnold Schwarzenegger as he clamors for the envied bouncing ball. Slide! Boom! Bang into senseless wits! 


So, society, get your wisdom wits about you! Place your faith in God. He will give you wisdom and preparation insight. Don’t follow after the “Turbomen” crowds. Seek after balanced “Boosters”. https://drive.google.com/uc?export=view&id=1f8BPue2PtG1xgcnGxd9JGDiHL9tE-rDp

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