Post struggle to feed and shelter, then what? Something like normal life. T.V.'s 'Waltons' -- like. Preserve what civility and comfort available? The terrain still seems easy in these parts. Why trouble, trouble?
Might take a long ol' time to quake and collapse. Or imperceptible and slow enough, we're somewhat hereabouts . . .
Tell-myself contention is the battle waged through public-made information isn't getting very far. New waves of censorship are crashing upon truth-tellers. Security, sexism, radicalisation, oppression -- the tailored set-up and excuse.
Reinforcing the idea that the powers can't handle the exposure. Evidence suggests otherwise.
This . . .
Injustice is everywhere, depending on how far this is understood and taken. Pull back and there are headline examples. Mainly symbolic for unseen purposes. To mock and attack the Gospel. Address God. And self-induced judgement, through all who pretend to 'know what's going on'. Those who dare note anomalies that should cause . . .
One reason to sing and make an emotional fuss about God is this reflects unseen realities. The somewhat hidden us and what we're made for. About who God is and how we relate. As much for us and the truth manifest, as something God desires.
And what's God like? One answer: Jesus.
What happens -- and will -- when meeting? The love . . .
God wants our attention.
Contemporary UK-life screams against this. For many reasons. Leads to abuse of people, families -- society itself, we're told. When nothing in the source, The Bible, countenances this.
As said, there are destructive misreadings. Wrong applications and the why is complex. Takes nuanced discernment. Easier make . . .
Refraining to post vs. have something to say vs. satisfaction to express vs. someone might read vs. little written...
Dilemma. Darn gonna spout a shortie, nearest can to something. From the verse, which goes on to say; not a forgetful hearer becoming, but a doer of work. And the work is? To know God. Nos one. Next -- To see revealed.
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