
By Anna Von Reitz
Corrections,       Published on Facebook yesterday, 4 2 2018, 
I have been sick the last few days and not quite up to my normal standards of imperfection.....
In
 the letter titled "To President Trump and UN Inspector General on 
Easter Sunday 2018" the name of our ancient homeland in France is 
"Armorica" -- the first "r" wasn't included and it was written "Amorica"
 instead. Don't worry. The official version to Trump and the IG was 
correct.
And
 in "America: Some Assembly Required --- Literally" sent out today, I 
should have noted that Dave Robinson formatted the book on Amazon having
 sixty pages, not fifty (which is how many pages my original had, 
howbeit in 8.5" X 11" format.). The illustrated version will probably 
have fifty pages and be in the original format.
There
 is also a typo (but an important one) in the website address for the 
new National Assembly site. There should be a hyphen between the words 
"national" and "assembly" ---- 
http://national-assembly.net.
Please
 forgive me for causing any consternation or difficulty in finding 
information. I was born with two left thumbs, two left feet, bad 
eyesight and a predilection for dropping stitches, hyphens, dishes and 
occasional letters.
My
 Father used to watch me diligently practicing my typing skills and 
shake his head in wonder.....not because a girl was typing, but because 
he was amazed that I could type at all, given my near total lack of 
eye-hand coordination.
The Confession of Sin
So
 many responded to my “Correction” yesterday.  Would it surprise you to 
learn that I make such admissions and corrections every day, they just 
don’t always get published on the Front Page?  My “standard of 
imperfection” is a joke, but it is also true.
I
 go slow and make a lot of mistakes---literally.  My whole life has been
 a cavalcade of mistakes and corrections.  And, amazingly, I never stop 
making mistakes and corrections.  You would think that at a certain 
point in one’s life, you would have it all down and know all the answers
 and never fall face down on your nose, but guess what? 
You get wiser with age, but nobody is immune from sin and folly and the need for forgiveness.
 What is sin?  It is a mistake. 
That’s all it is.
A mistake, and anyone can make a mistake.  Indeed, we all do. 
So
 it is not the matter of making mistakes that condemns us.  It is the 
hard-hearted refusal to admit our mistakes and correct them that 
condemns us --- and that condemnation comes at our own hands, not at 
God’s. 
Let’s clearly perceive how this happens.  We make a mistake.  We fall into a falsehood.  We do something wrong.  And then? 
By failing to admit and correct our mistakes, we are obliged to live with them and their consequences.
It’s like going down the wrong road.
We
 can only retrace our steps and find our way again, or keep going on the
 wrong road until we realize our mistake, admit it, and turn around.
Remember the difference between Peter and Judas Iscariot?
Both
 made terrible mistakes.  Judas by being faithless and beguiled by the 
Sanhedrin.  Peter by being faithless and denying that he even knew 
Jesus.
One
 despaired and hung himself, after casting the silver back at the feet 
of his betrayers.  The other one. Peter, knew that he could be forgiven 
and he trusted in that, so he went on living and ultimately, to glory.
Both
 confessed their sin.  Both made correction.  But one chose death and 
one chose life, and the difference between them was faith --- faith in 
forgiveness-- faith that no matter how bad our sins are, we can turn 
from them and be forgiven.
We
 are here to learn.  We have to be able to discern evil if we are to 
avoid it.   We are destined, fated, and meant to make mistakes, because 
by such trial and by such error we progress.  We learn.
The
 further we progress on the road to salvation the harder we are tested, 
the more explicitly all our faults and failings are exposed.  Yes, even 
as in a refiner’s fire, we are melted, reduced to tears, humbled in 
every way there is to be humbled.
Yet
 if we persevere, we are also greatly rewarded.  We have peace.  Our 
feet are firmly grounded.  We see the snares set for us and we avoid 
them.  We recognize Satan’s flattery and twisted words, his half-truths 
and vain promises --- just as Jesus did.
Listen and know --- the ancient kings were not kings of the Earth.  They were kings of men. 
Remember the sign the Romans hung above Jesus?  King of the Jews? 
Not King of Jerusalem.  Not King of Judea.  Herod and his sons were the Kings of Judea. 
No,
 our beloved King was “King of the Jews”.  Just as King David was King 
of the Jews.  Just as Jesus is King now of every truly Christian 
heart.   A king of men, not geographical places.
He did not seek any Earth-bound Kingdom.  He led no political movement.  He carried no weapons.
He sat down on the Throne of Mercy and wielded the Sword of Truth, instead.
In
 the same way we walk forward today, because we come from Him and in His
 Name, to address the Evils that have infested High Places, and to bring
 these Evils down.
We
 live today in a world where nearly everything has been corrupted by the
 mistakes of men.  Doctors promote poisons.  Lawyers promote 
injustice.  Bankers promote financial crimes. Priests preach the 
benefits of sin.  Governments wage “war” on those who employ them. 
It’s
 crazy without a doubt. Upside down and inside out.  Satan has had a 
field day, because so many souls have lost their way and not had sense 
enough to admit it and turn around.
There
 are a great many people throughout the world in dismay.  They have been
 tricked by Satan and his promises, but now they see that he has been 
bound and chained and led away.  All his lies are uncovered, all his 
cruelty and madness displayed.  What now?
Come
 home.  Follow Peter’s example: choose life and come home, though your 
sins be as scarlet, though you weep and though you are afraid of what 
you have done and what you have left undone, don’t hesitate a moment 
longer. Turn around. 
Join
 with me. Admit your faults and limitations, acknowledge your mistakes 
and failings. Do it every day. And then, pick yourself up, dust off your
 britches and go on toddling, secure in the knowledge that someday, you 
will run.
After all, despite everything, I did learn to type!
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