By Rob Pue @ Wisconsin Christian News
I miss my father-in-law. He passed away in December of 2020, but he didn’t have to. I want to tell you what happened, but first, let me tell you about Bob. That was his name.
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Bob had been somewhat hostile toward Christianity for most of the
time I had known him. He’d have nothing to do with church or the things
of God, and then, when I went into full time ministry in April of 2000,
he thought I’d lost my mind...and I’m pretty sure I lost any amount of
respect he might have had for me.
This went on for many years, and I’m married to his daughter,
Lisa. But our ministry held a big Conference every year, with powerful,
dynamic, courageous Christian speakers, teaching on the most vital
issues of the day — relevant things. Urgent matters. And we also did
street ministry and stood up for righteousness wherever evil raised it’s
ugly head. Our conferences went on for many years, but Bob never
came... until one year, he did.
He made it clear that this was not his kind of thing, and he really
had no interest in anything we were doing, and he was only there for
us. He told us, “I’ll sit and listen to one of these guys, but I’m not going to be staying very long.” But
God had other plans for Bob. He did sit and listen to one of our
speakers, and was so intrigued, he actually stayed for the entire
conference.
He came again the following year, and this time, he didn’t want to
even give up his seat to use the restroom during breaks because he was
afraid he’d miss something. And the next year, HE asked ME when our
conference would be so he could be sure to be there. You see, he was
hearing and learning things he’d never heard before. Not in any church,
not from any preacher... because our speakers were bold, courageous men
of God and talked about issues that 99% of pastors will never dare
speak of, for fear of being “politically incorrect.” Bob found out that
TRUE Christianity wasn’t for the wimpy or the weak. It wasn’t about
religion and it wasn’t a “crutch” for “girly-men.” TRUE Christianity is
powerful, relevant, vital and exciting...and definitely not for the
weak.
He came to every event we put on after that first time. I’d
witnessed to him the best I could for years, but it was attending our
conferences, meeting my true Christian friends and learning that real
Christ-followers were some of the most sensible, knowledgeable, and
again, COURAGEOUS people he’d ever met. He was impressed and it changed
him. I’d earned back his respect.
After a couple of years of attending our events, when there was an
altar call, Bob was the first one out of his seat, to receive
Christ. At another event, he was so moved that he did something we
never thought we’d ever see: he went to his ex-wife, Lisa’s mom, and
asked for her forgiveness for divorcing her, many years prior.
I watched Bob’s heart and life change through the ministry of
Wisconsin Christian News, the wonderful, insightful teachers we had at
our events, who I’m honored to call my friends, and of course, the
moving of the Holy Spirit.
In 2018, shortly after his wife passed away, Bob moved from Minnesota
to Florida. He had some health issues but was managing pretty
well. Then one day that summer, we got a call from a hospital in
Florida. The doctor told us he had fallen while out shopping and had
been taken to the hospital and had been there for four days before they
called us. The doctor told us he was on a feeding tube, that he had (at
best) two weeks to live and recommended we agree he be sent to a
nursing home for his “final days.”
My wife and I were on the next plane to Florida to rescue her
dad. There was no way we were going to let him die in a nursing home,
so far away from his family on the advice of one phone call from one
doctor. When we arrived, we discovered that he had been put on a
feeding tube because he failed the “swallowing test” and had been
aspirating food into his lungs. On further examination, we discovered
the reason he failed his “swallowing test” was that they had him on so many mind-numbing drugs, he was rarely even awake.
Instead of a nursing home, we brought him home to live with us at our
home in Wisconsin. And it was then that I became his “nurse.” Because
I work from home, I was able to care for his medical and physical
needs, as well as his spiritual needs. Within a week, he was eating
regular food again. He quickly regained his strength. Within two
weeks, we were able to have his feeding tube removed, and within three
weeks, he was back to his old self.
His health continued to improve. He was able to care for all his own
personal needs, he was able to go out on his own, drive a car, go
shopping, go on trips back to Minnesota and Florida — and go house
hunting. He eventually bought his own home near us, and through all of
this, I was very blessed to get to know my father-in-law on a much
deeper, personal level. We got him off many of the prescription drugs
that multiple doctors had prescribed for him like candy, and he felt
much better. He was even planning to buy a pontoon boat so he could go
fishing again.
Then, in the fall of 2020, he had a pacemaker put in. He’d been
having trouble with his heart and everyone thought this would be a good
solution. Unfortunately, the pacemaker was installed incorrectly and
things actually got worse for him. The doctors’ solution was to put him
on more prescription drugs, which made him disoriented and depressed,
and he was again aspirating his food into his lungs, causing an
infection.
In December of that year, I took him to his primary doctor because he
was sure he had pneumonia. He did have pneumonia and the doctor
immediately placed him on antibiotics for it, and told him it would take
a week or so before he started feeling better. But that wasn’t fast
enough for Bob. That night, he walked into the emergency room on his
own, looking for a faster solution.
Note that this was at the height of the planned-demic in 2020. If
only I’d known then what I know now, I never would have let him go
there. They immediately stated that he didn’t have bacterial pneumonia,
but “COVID pneumonia,” and they admitted him to the hospital. They had
a “fish” on the line and the hook was set. The first thing they did
was take him off the antibiotics his primary doctor had placed him on that very same day.
The rest of that week is an odyssey I still find hard to
comprehend. Since there was a so-called “pandemic” going on, there were
no visitors allowed. I called the doctor every day, explaining that
this all started shortly after he had a pacemaker put in and he was
placed on more drugs, and that he’d been aspirating his food, which
caused him to have bacterial pneumonia. The doctor’s response was, “He had a pacemaker put in? When was that?”
Every day I would call and every day he had a different doctor,
and every day I had to tell the same story over again. He had a
pacemaker put in. They put him on more drugs that caused him to be
disoriented and he’d been aspirating his food. His primary doctor gave
him a prescription for antibiotics and he NEEDS those antibiotics to get
better. And every day, the new doctor would ask, incredulously, “He had a pacemaker put in? When was that?”
I can’t describe the frustration. It seemed no one knew or cared
about Bob’s medical history, no one read any of his charts and no one
was doing anything to help. Furthermore, he was now a “hostage,”
because no one was allowed in the hospital. No visitors. When I asked
about getting him out of the hospital, I was told he couldn’t be
released, and if we insisted, it would be “AMA” (Against Medical
Advice), which would mean his insurance wouldn’t cover anything and he
would be personally liable for enormous hospital bills.
This was the time when we were all told the hospitals were
“overflowing” with COVID patients. Patients were stacked up in
hallways, because there weren’t enough rooms. Hospital staff was
working 24 hours a day and couldn’t keep up. It was all a big lie.
On the fourth day of his incarceration at the hospital, I WAS allowed
to see him, because the doctor told us he was near death. I was only
allowed to go see him because I had clergy credentials, and he was about
to die. That was the one and only time during the whole COVID scam
that I wore a mask. I checked in at the desk, had to be tested for
COVID myself, and was finally allowed to go to his room, which was about
a mile away.
As I walked there, I noticed something that didn’t match the
narratives put forth by hospitals, Fauci & Co. and the mainstream
media. The hospital was definitely NOT “overflowing” with
patients. Staff was NOT overwhelmed. In fact, during that mile-long
walk to Bob’s room, I didn’t pass a single doctor, nurse or even anyone
pushing a food cart. The place was deserted.
He was in terrible shape, much worse than when he walked into the ER
that first night. And no one knew much of anything about his case. I
demanded he be released to our care. The only way that could be
accomplished was by sending him home on hospice care. We agreed, and he
was to be released at 10 am the next morning.
The next morning came and they didn’t release him. Every hour, we
called the unit he was in and no one had even checked on him yet, gotten
him dressed or did anything to prepare for his release. It was 8 pm
that night, with freezing rain pouring down, that they finally pushed
him out in a wheelchair, nearly dead, and returned him to us, like they
were pushing a garbage bin to the dumpster. I had to literally lift him
into my van to drive him home.
I had hopes of getting him back to health again, getting him back on
the antibiotics he needed in the first place, giving him some food (of
which he’d had NONE for an entire week). But the hospice team wouldn’t
allow it. They began their “end of life” regimen with drugs to keep
him sedated. Clearly, their only plan was for him to die. There was no
option for him to get better.
If I’d only known then what I know now. It was two years later that I
learned what had happened to everyone who entered ANY hospital during
that time. It was the “official hospital protocols.” Anyone with upper
respiratory symptoms was immediately labeled a “COVID” patient. Those
who actually had COVID (which Bob did not), were forbidden from
receiving life-saving treatments like Ivermectin and
Hydroxychloroquine. These were banned nationwide. Some families went to
court so their loved ones could be given these meds. Some won and
survived. Most times, the hospitals won and people died.
And the official nation-wide hospital protocol — and the ONLY drug
allowed for use in American hospitals for COVID — was Remdesivir. I
didn’t learn of this until two years after Bob died, when multiple
doctors and scientists came out and blew the whistle on it. Remdesivir,
they said, was actually a bio-weapon. It had been tested in Africa, but
so many people died during the tests, that testing was halted. Yet this
is the ONLY drug Fauci allowed for use in our hospitals.
It has a long list of adverse effects on the human body, the first of
which is upper respiratory distress, quickly followed by kidney
failure, followed by “cascading organ failure.” This causes the lungs to
fill with fluid; then the patient is placed on a ventilator and
suffocated to death.
That’s what happened to Bob. His kidneys, liver and other internal
organs failed...all things he’d never had any problems with — until he
was kidnapped by the hospital. Remdesivir literally melts internal
organs. And in return, the hospitals all across this country received
hundreds of thousands of dollars per patient in “incentives” to
follow this deadly protocol. Countless people died needlessly,
including my father-in-law, Bob.
If only I knew then what I know now. I
miss him, every day.
