Epoch News I

Mary Cates, Epoch News

Hours before I started reading the book, Hearts of Fire, I shamefully got into a spat with my husband because he spilled coffee on the den carpet. This room is a favorite room, with a smart TV , comfortable recliners, a window looking out into a peaceful neighborhood — and not to forget – white carpet .Keep this in mind as I start from the beginning. . .

Earlier that day UPS delivered the “Fire” book, featuring stories about eight women from different foreign countries who were severely persecuted for their Christian belief. I laid the book on my nightstand for reading later. As the day grew, everything got good between me and my husband. The den carpet cleaned up well, my stomach was full, and the bottle of flavored water from the refrigerator tasted wonderful while I relaxed in my recliner.

Later that evening I started reading the stories in the book. As I turned the pages, I began realizing how inflated my life is with all the many comforts. Of course, there is nothing wrong with having a comfortable life, but what I was reading was not comfortable, it was heart-wrenching. One story featured a woman who was dragged from her home, beaten almost to death, plunged into a lonely dark cell, with a smelly bucket for a toilet, and starved. All this because of her Christian faith. Suddenly, the coffee spilled on the carpet meant nothing. The woman’s name was Tara. With God’s help she survived to tell her story. There were other grueling stories waiting to be read.

Teary-eyed I closed the book, thinking what would my response be if suddenly the United States went straight into the darkness of hell and everything I cherished became worthless? What if I were yanked from my home because I am a Christian? My thoughts led me to think about the President of the United States, and the G-20 summit.

High Stakes

The old soapbox drama, “As the World Turns”, is a great title for the recent gathering of the twenty great 20 nations of the world. High stakes were at their meetings in Indonesia just a few days ago. But not to discuss a sudden world-wide catastrophe, such as China pouring Fentanyl into our country, which kills hundreds of our kids and young adults every day. Not any pressure put toward China for their accountability regarding the leak of COVID, which infected the entire world. Not one of the vitally important things were on their docket, or on Biden’s mind. Instead, the President’s main focus was on Global Warming.

A missile was exploded in Poland before the end of the summit. That shook things up a little, but prior to that, I believe the common interests of these nations were to evaluate Joseph Biden in person. I say this soberly. Those Heads of State, who sat at that humongous conference table, were no doubt assessing his weakness in leadership and his obvious cognitive impairment.

If you were following the summit, you may have noticed what I saw was that was unconscionable.

When the cameras were rolling to capture the world-famous handshake of Xi Jinping and Biden — Xi was already standing center stage. Our President walked to him. A true sign of weakness on Biden’s part. Never walk to the enemy, let them walk to you. Notice in the photo that Biden places both of his hands around Xi’s hand as though he has an enduring love for him.

To top that off, Biden walked off the platform with Xi slightly in front of him (another sign of weakness). He put his hand on Xi’s back in a loving touch. The photo op showed a lack of strength and power on Biden’s part. Perhaps this is because the Biden family have huge financial ties to China…corruptive ties. Watch carefully, as the new Republican House vows to start an investigation of the Biden’s.

Maybe you don’t notice things like I have pointed out, but the real picture shows that our country is slowly being stripped of honor and strength, while the mainstream media refuses to report on the activity of evil power in high places. China is as much an enemy to us as Russia….maybe more! They are slowly owning us. Our grandchildren may one day be forced into an unbreakable stronghold, with China directing and owning everything they work for.

There is a Good Part

The good part in this Epoch news is that it will always be written with an eye on One Person…our Creator, and the Scriptures. Christians know that our God is in complete control no matter how things add up. We may suffer stress about what’s going on, but there’s truth and comfort in knowing that not one world leader, or natural catastrophic event, slips through God’s hands uncontrolled.

God forbid if America eventually is over-taken by a Communist government, or China becomes our bully commander. But individually we know that we will still belong to God, if we truly know Him.

It’s not simply a cliché to say God is in control. It’s the exact truth of Him and His Son, Jesus. Whether we are in Indonesia where the 20 greatest nations of the world gathered, or we live in River Forest Indiana – with a population of only 24 – God has it covered. He has your life and your family covered, if you are trusting in Him. His agenda is moving forward!

Be encouraged!

King David said it well: “He that dwells in the secret place of the most High shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty. I will say of the LORD, He is my refuge and my fortress: my God; in him will I trust.” (Psalm 91)

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Epoch News

       HELLO, and welcome to the new revamped website of Mary Cates.

It has taken some chutzpah to decide to transform my site, but in view of all that is happening in our country and around the world I believe it’s time. I’m stepping into a new focus by eliminating some of the old fluffy patterns of writing and putting a new theme to my blog. Definitely, it is time to write about what is vitally important! The culture and social challenges have become great in the last two years, as well as the threat from other countries. Many Scriptures are becoming more and more prevalent.

“We wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against spiritual wickedness in high places.” (Ephesians 6:12)

I am excited to welcome you and new followers into this new Epoch approach. The aim is that it will grow and please you as important day to day subjects and needs are focused upon. The aim is to encourage. I’m one drop in the bucket, but I look at it this way:  if just a cup of water is placed in my hands, then that cup of water is what God desires of me. I believe that the talent God has given me to write four books means – keep writing – keep using what God has given you and try to make it count.

No doubt you are aware that the mainstream media is not delivering truth. Conservatives are not speaking out loud enough, and pulpits are virtually silent or just plain timid. We carry on our lives so that we don’t offend anyone.

      As far back as 61 years ago, the words of an old English author and philosopher named Aldous Huxley, was right on the mark….

“There will be in the next generation or so, a pharmacological method of making people love their servitude and producing dictatorship without tears – so to speak – producing a kind of painless concentration camp for entire societies, so that people will in fact have their liberties taken away from them. They will rather enjoy it, because they will be distracted from any desire to rebel [against] propaganda or brainwashing that will be enhanced by pharmacological [and political] methods. And this seems to be the final revolution.” Find this quote on Google under Huxley’s name.

COVID caused a crisis that has proven to world leaders that we can be controlled. I am convinced that they will use massive control again in the near future. Aldous Huxley was right. We are distracted – lulled to sleep by our apathy, and our obsessions with self and pleasure. I’m speaking to myself as well.

It may be that you and I are living in the End Times. There sure is a lot of buzz about it. The truth is that we cannot change God’s agenda regarding The End, but we can be alert and built up in faith to manage whatever is coming down the road.

I’ll be posting my first EPOCH article in just a few days. If you are not a “follower” please find the word FOLLOW in the margin and click on it so you will automatically receive posts in your email. Invite your friends to this website, too.

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God bless you all!

My Old House

It’s sad to see things grow old. The city where I grew up (Detroit) is old and many areas are nothing but ugly blight. My old neighborhood is almost unrecognizable now. Many of the houses are torn down. The old church I went to is still standing strong, primarily due to it being built with cement walls.

My old house is the white house in the middle of the photo. The house that once stood next door, behind the wood fencing, is gone. It belonged to a wonderful elderly couple who were migrants from Italy. I remember the delicious smells that came out of their open windows in the summer — of garlic and oregano and simmering tomatoes.

The people that lived in the dark-colored house next door had four kids that had it “in” for me and my brother. My parents were strict Christians and we seemed like weirdos to this liberal, godless family. The kids were rough and tough. Playing with them was a challenging warfare, and me and my brother got beat up plenty. But, every now and then we got a good lick in and sent one of them home crying to their mother. Finally we all grew up and the clashes stopped. Life in Detroit was harsh at times, but most people were hard-working and respectful. My years there were happy and I wish I could make the old new again, and walk the street once more.

I think about my soul in contrast to the old city. King David, the psalmist, wrote: God restores my soul. I can say a big YES to that, because my soul is nothing like my old deteriorating neighborhood. The Lord is constantly renewing and restoring, and some days I actually feel newborn.

I cherish the memories of my old church, which looks rundown and wanting now. It was there I learned about Jesus and gave my heart to Him at the age of eight. The church is now called First Church of the Redeemed. Its windows are boarded up for protection. I checked it out on-line and it seems its doors are still open on Sunday for worship.

Detroit was my starting point, and no matter how bad things may get, I will love the old city and my memories there forever. I will remember the picnics at Belle Isle Park, and the memories of the Detroit River Channel — shown in the background of the photo, behind the seven connected skyscraper buildings of the Renaissance Center. Canada is seen from the shoreline, and can be reached quickly by driving across the Ambassador Bridge, or going through the tunnel under the river channel. Two global countries connected by a river channel that runs 28 miles from Lake St. Clair to Lake Erie. Big freighters regularly sail through this busy channel. I live south of Detroit now, just a couple miles from Lake Erie. I am still home, because I enjoy the best of Detroit’s southern suburbs for shopping, church, and entertainment.

In all the fun of my nostalgia and writing about it, I treasure most the goodness of God’s constant restoring of my soul. I cherish the reality that God The Father – the Creator of Heaven and Earth – never changes. He is the same yesterday, today, and forever, and His love endures.

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God bless you all.

The Little Woman

With just ten dollars in her pocket, Gladys courageously took the challenge to embark on a long trip by train from England to Yangcheng, China.

I just finished reading the life story of Gladys Aylward…a fantastic “little” lady who gave twenty years of her life, from 1934 to 1954, to help the Chinese people live better lives, and to know the true God. If I had read only the first chapters of her long journey, twisting and turning through Germany and Russia to finally reach China, it would have been enough to fill my spirit with excitement and the courage that we human beings are capable of just about anything. I couldn’t put the book down.

I read through, reliving her joys and sorrows. I read of 100 young Christian converts standing their ground against a gang of brute atheist Communists. The young converts were lined up and forced to watch as one by one each were beheaded. They had a chance to save their lives by denouncing their faith in Jesus, but they stood strong and unmovable. I read of beautiful Chinese ladies and wonderful men, with hearts of charity, helping Gladys when she didn’t know which turn to take, or how to feed the hungry children who came to her Inn.

I closed the book thinking that I have a soft life here in America, while at the same time realizing that there is plenty to do in my own nation to help the poor and heal the divisions. Doing so might be as difficult a challenge as Gladys had, because of the many changes that have taken place in just the last five months.

This was no rinky-dink book. The story was captured in a Hollywood movie starring Ingrid Bergman – “The Inn of the Sixth Happiness” – 1958. Widely entertaining, it depicts the power of God that strengthens a person to do impossible things …..even in a poor city in China.

I know of many who are going through difficult situations. Some are ill. Some are awaiting surgery. Some have broken families. Some have lost their jobs. Some are like Gladys, hoping that someone will come and lend a hand, or just give them a word of encouragement. What is the personal challenge in our little corner of the world? Hopefully we are meeting it.

Gladys brought to China the word that God loves us all, and that His Son, Jesus brings salvation and peace. This message of love saved thousands in China and brought salvation to many in the US through her book and the movie.

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The Birds Keep Singing, My Heart’s At Their Sweet Song

It is “May 2020”. There will be no dancing around the maypole at school or the folklore of celebrating spring — well, not unless we put on our face mask and keep 6 feet away. Who would have guessed this terrible pandemic would come to steal our peace, our contacts of love and fellowship, and worst – the health of those we love!

Yet, in the sadness and our efforts to stay safe I see the robins on my lawn and hear the geese honking in the pond. Some have little babies already!

The animals as well as the birds are frolicking and performing as always. They know nothing of COVID-19. Tenderly I am reminded that not one sparrow falls to the ground without God’s care (Matthew 10:29). But still, I worry every time I pick up groceries that COVID-19 will float into my nostrils. I wear my mask with hopeful confidence that it will keep me safe. And while I slip the elastic around my ears, I am reminded again that we are more valued than many sparrows (verse 31).

In a world of almost 8 billion people, it is hard to fathom God knowing and watching over everyone – but He does! If even the hairs of our heads are numbered by God (verse 30), then everything about us is observed, and is cared for by Him. He is in control and we must trust Him with our lives. We are much more than many sparrows. No matter what comes, we must trust him. (See page 13 of my book: Take Charge of Your Destiny” – the story of my brother Robert.)

God bless and keep you!

Say Hello!

I’ve learned a lot in my lifetime….still need to learn more, but one thing that comes back to me time and time again is our mortality. What I’ve understood most in that area of thought is that only acceptance of our mortality makes us free to live and appreciate the wonder of life. After all, it is death that reminds us that we don’t have forever. So the point in this conversation is that if you and I are going to make our “statement” toward some worthy purpose or express our love for another person, or accomplish anything, we must do it now.

So many times I’ve sadly learned that there’s no holding back, because when I’ve done that – I lose. We must let go. Saying “hello” to something or someone will most often lead to a “goodbye” but the journey with the project or the person is what we call “life”. And in that “life” the light of you and I is brought forward in wonderful ways.

Never sit back thinking that you haven’t got what it takes. Grab today with all you’ve got! Say hello! Let God handle the goodbyes.

Love is Worth the Effort

To love is the greatest of human experiences and sooner or later we all realize that without it life is empty and meaningless. Love generally never disappoints, even if it seems refused and not worth our effort. Even if it brings uncertainties and confusion. Yes, even if we never get a response, because God sees our effort if no one else does.

Humans are such strange creatures at times. We want to be loved, but sometimes we get into a mood that reeks of emotional detachment. I’ve been there, where I don’t want anyone to feel sorry for me or to show love toward me. It’s that: “leave me alone” mood. In this mood we consciously mute our emotions to protect ourselves.

In my book: “Take Charge of Your Destiny” I encourage the thought that it’s never too late for anything.  Never too late to grab a dream and run with it. Never too late to hope for something that seems impossible.

Most of all, it’s never too late to love.

Never too early to love.

Even when things get so messed up that we don’t know where to begin or where to end, it is love that eventually conquers it all.

I hope your bathroom never looks like this!

Let me share with you what I wrote in my book  “Take Charge of Your Destiny”: “Beautifully painted in all creation and nature we see God’s love. It is evident in the first cry of a newborn baby. It is there at the dinner table where our children and grandchildren gather like beautiful olive plants around our table. It is there when healing comes from the hands of a surgeon. It is there when restitution is made after years of shunning.”  It is there…….”  !!!!

Poet Annie Hall says it well in her poem “Through Thick and Thin”:

I don’t have to be with you to know you’re there.
We don’t have to see each other to know that we care.
We could be apart for years upon end
and still remain the best of friends.

Love is the most wonderful experience of all emotions.


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Can You Hear The Opera in The Streets?

When you and I were babies there was undoubtedly someone declaring that we had our mother’s eyes, or our father’s determination, or Aunt Maggie’s dimples. Even so, there we lay with a face like none other, a voice that brought a brand new sound into the world, and a mind that would be our most unique contribution to the world.  The ogling and classified resemblances goes on, and without notice people create the first sign of “conformity” in our lives.

When we get right down to it, our individual value lies in the fact that we are, first of all, who we are…..even if others might struggle to make us something different.

I truly believe if people succumb to allowing others to put them into a mold, or we ourselves put people into our molds, we end up with no wonderful surprises. The laughter gets stifled. The joy of individual creativity is over-looked. There is no opera in the street. There is no wonder – no imagination.

We can’t deny that we live in a world that requires a measure of conformity in order to be popular or to simply survive. I’ll be honest – I concede to fashion, to buzz words, and to certain behaviors. And not without saying, there are customs to be respected, precedents to guide us, and rules we must follow.  But in all of this conformity there is plenty enough left for us to be the individual we were born to be, and to make our mark whatever it’s yet to be. And I encourage this for all of us, no matter what age!

A fascinating observance I’ve come across is that it takes less effort to know people in groups than it takes to know a person individually. Nothing wrong with that, but on the flip side, when we make an effort to get to know someone and we seek out their “special qualities”, the opera begins – the music starts. How many times have you casually known someone, and when suddenly it happens that you get to know them better, you are delighted? It’s happened to me many times. Suddenly the person comes out of the mold I have put them in and I’m astonished at how wonderful it is to know them. How beautiful they really are!

The opera is there. Music is in the street if we look for it and listen for it. In many ways we can be the “song” in someone’s life.  


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Isn’t it Interesting

In view of the division Americans are witnessing in our Government and how it is affecting our daily lives — meaning, the negative influences in our own spirits — I find it difficult to write about anything else.  But knowing that there is Someone Higher than problems or people creating problems, has inspired me to blog a narrative on “warm hugs” and happy faces.

Isn’t it interesting how we often reserve our embraces for intense emotional occasions of extreme happiness, tragedy or catastrophe?

Some people, and families, are natural huggie-bear, kissie-face people, but for most of us, we wait for the security of another’s arms after an earthquake, flood, accidents or death.

I know a few macho men who never hug or kiss a friend or relative because they think it’s trite to do this. However, they pat another’s back or slam a bear hug on someone over a “hail-Mary” win at a sports game.

In my opinion there’s no big deal to showing affection. I see it as human affirmation. It says I value you, and I cherish our friendship.

Some medical researchers have written articles confirming that a warm hug can be good for your health. I believe this, because I know how I feel when someone initiates a hug. I remember my mother, twenty years after my father passed away, standing in the middle of the greeting room at an Assisted Living facility with her arms held out to me, saying: “I need a hug…..I need to feel someone holding me.”

Hugs cost nothing, yet they are priceless to those who receive them.

Have fun today. Give a hug. Steel a kiss if you can!

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It’s Pure Magic

I believe there is something good, something beautiful, something positive in everyone. I recently heard of a man who saw an elderly lady with a saucy hat perched on her gorgeous gray hair. Her face was buried in a newspaper while she waited at the doctor’s office for her name to be called. The man decided to respond to his instinct and said to her, “You look lovely in that hat.” She put down the newspaper, smiled and said: “Women have lost the art and joy of wearing hats these days. I love them! Thank you for noticing.” And that was the start of a long animated conversation in which she became more radiant and even more lovely.

It cost the man nothing, and ended up  making a long wait for the doctor very pleasant.

This story makes me think of my sister-in-law, Barbara, who lives in Illinois. When we have the pleasure of shopping together at a mall, we never meet a stranger. She and I are “people persons”. We also respond to our instincts and never meet a stranger when we’re together. We’ve had so much fun meeting and talking to people we will never see again.

It really takes so little time and energy to do something like this. There’s pure magic in friendly words.

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