What did I say eh? Here's an un-up comment:
'Sexuality, what a winder upper. Suppose the qualm here is all about double-talking hypocrisy? Are Trump and likers, hidden homophobes and/or down with it? Who on the literal? Called-religious ones and anything-like into T. want lines/drawn/leadership male. Any concessions disliked. Prefer never mention, roll back laws and calling 'normal'. While facing the tip of censorship and no freedoms to speak. Wider than them, concerns pushing children into gay etc. But what else? Be rude and belittle about? Hear this pushed by those behind a Bible. Never the debate. The craziest notion is the "all gays are..." implication. Societies rot. Equal to Iran threatening the world. White males the oppressors. All Jews... etc. Trump and crew, calls to be straight talking or progressive, depends on like or hate? Reinforce prejudice or fears. Trump 'more of the same'-ers, sad to say, the growing crowd. His courting support on both sides of the sex-fence is one tricky number. Trying this with guns, finally freaking fans. Dunno about Trump-is? Something about hope in authority types blowing whistles and pulling back from worst-case. Trump seem/ed to rep. this. Not a solution but signs. Call it controlled to the hilt opp. but something stirs. All the counter reacting, cannot all... be playtime. Ought to ask though. Hide and seek. And or what?'
Ohsey well, seems to have hit a button. Not a concern but might as well give it digital air here.
Peterson recounts an 'old Soviet joke' in his 'Rules' book. 'An American dies and goes to hell...' Skip and explain the punch: Devils bringing suffering. Different cauldrons of nationalities prodded and poked. Guards are missing from the Russian one. "Why no demons to keep them from escape?" Answer: One tries, the others pull them back.
Not in reference to this and specific 'moderation' but every-seems-where. Oh boy and on and on goes sheepish and distant. Cool and disconnect. Little on the up and up. Or, to a point and with a chosen huddle. Giving gets and all that but no-need/no-way.
One 'why' and run to God. A relief someone's that into care and consideration. The unfailing personality and presence of God. Who suffers with every misconstrued bad rep. going. Most of what's said about God in Christ is grace-less compared. Projected hard from seen in humanity.
We will not believe is 'this' good and loving toward. Call-them the illumaniti lot have to make us hate our self, each other and thereby God, to gain ground. When we hear Jesus tell us to love one another we immediately jump to the sentimental. No -- it's our survival mode or destruction. Like saying, not hate and kill each other. We're in God's battle to see a fulfilment of why we're here. At all. For God to achieve the purposes of creation. We're here 'for' God -- no this -or- not. This. What's going on.
"Believe-not", the harsh prevailing media stoking winds. The infection and dis-ease. Seems we will not change until the harvest fails. Better said: Our God-less ventures reap.
Try until... but an impossible, and a mountain to move.
Impending struggles will bring out the worst but there'll be new perspectives. Never seen before miraculous encountering. Goal and hopes; a few for prayer. One? Or two? That be all we most need. My only vision. And God-says, most needed.
Crazy that we're sustained, as a world, better than not -- on what God-communication is going on. The how and God moves and has a way through.
The judgement of God is refusal wide and deep enough. To reject and force withdrawal. Our provisions, make for 'need-not'.
Widespread havoc, will this be enough for what? An emptiness to fill? The awakening and some dump-the-religious-bollocks revivals.
Going into desperate for God mode is a personal relief. Time to close/here. Wanna knock out a Truthscoop. And soon cometh going vocal and public with S. Awan and James. A 'Bedlam' something... yet to finalise the name.
My why? A sane response to the bedlam. Because lies infect and staring at this beast abyss damages unless don't bow. Not allow or mitigate, with goodness outwards. Or, distress so swamps, causing internal hostilities. These uproaring and out... and all about, go breaking down.
Blessed are the peacemakers.