We need more not less. Needs are too low. Supplemented. Sublimated. Stuffed. I should add, '...so far'. Desperation and see about God: This would put the breaks on, the small pack of psychos behind most of the systems of the world.
(They know what might get them. If they don't so. Still could see, and will ultimately. They're the top, they think, but 'eyes to see' and they're bottom of the bottom. They should know. Second death for those who go-against God and will do, in a revulsion that comes out of this life, carried through. But this 'lot' should be distraught. Jesus reserved his wrath-talk for their equivalent. Be warned. God is unimaginably angry and you will regret, so dreadfully, beyond words. So stop and repent. You hear?)
Is this not the final madness about life? The upside-down about it. According to Jesus, the what-what. That come to me requires burdens, too-easy forgotten. Buried in the abundance of something. Of course, we sit (most-do) empty as – and still not want God.
Blessed are the poor... and to the least... the place of power.
If only we'd need – more, and know this. If only I… would... need. (Forgetting how few/at all visitors/to whom I'm writing – “oh thanks, 'you' t/here, for indulging along”).
Everything bombarding wants us weak and rich. Self-enclosed, or small-group and loved-up (if y'lucky). And/or, success, stimulation, fun and rest, romance, sex – love. Love. (Some do). Domesticated and pleasured.
Disabilities or destitute from normal life, that isn't all-enough, this might shock us up. Realising, dying to come, something – anything but the satisfaction that keeps us from being, fed UP and No, or low, hunger for God.
World-over: poor-money. But here-now, in the UK still, just… rich enough to stave off the ache. Of course, there's all sorts of griefs and low-moods but, material-enough. Just. Drugs enough, also keeps masses, of lids on. Certainly takes the edge off street-fighting, for all the dealers conversely cause.
For so-long, I thought there'd be summer riots. Every year wrong. The material tide always just, high-enough. This year..? I'm always amazed I can even believe for a roll-over.
We need it. We really do. Better the battles sooner.
For a long-time, I've realised my failure, has turned, been the cause, of what I now count, as success: Knowing a longing for God. So easily supplemented. Not wanted too strongly.
But got it/getting, God is good. God is, better by far. God is real… good.
There's always the possibility to be a winner in the world and one, in what actually counts, but I don't see it generally working this way. And now the houses of corruption that control the toy shop, who've caged us up, are about to tumble. At least their facades. Oh, what we gonna do?
Activists for truth and justice? Bothering that it might help? Whatever else, have two challenges:
One, without necessarily, a conscious need for 'God'. A 'need' for collaboration. A generous to all who stand, in anyway in the same direction, collaborate. 'Broad church' peer support. Mutual aid. Getting behind and alongside as many others can.
The other is, ah y'know… Ask, CRY out, to the invisible one, scream-up, be attentive...
God may Psalms be on our lips and in our mind. We take them and make them, the medicine and supplements, the 'what the doctor ordered'. Best can, help us find you. Much and more. In Jesus. So be it.