Becomes: unfruitful. Chambers today on My Joy … Your Joy and the carefully-careless message, ramming through nagging fears. Ongoing groaning about tomorrow's world and me. Has my lack of financial preparation to extreme degrees, made – what difference? And is it right to have been so wasteful and stupid yet now take heart? Where the sensible Christian prudence and wise life-choices?
Anxiety and wealth are understandably most times the connection. Health and cares about loved ones about all that competes or supersedes. What is, Jesus on about? That caring about our lot, the future and provision, the cause of unfruitful sowing.
And joy. Deep beyond happiness. This is threatened by self-care? Chambers; ‘the captious irritation of thinking out circumstances’. Not ‘be careful about tomorrow’ and yet… trust God. Don’t be caring//STOP.
Can’t myself, be re-reading an earlier written comment on Burning Blogger about North Korea but reminding me yesterday on TS, going on about this land, and/but… what-am-saying-is: In their biggest ‘church’ gathering, in a barely-surviving prison, commented and wonder what it must be painfully like? Prayerfully like.
For the joy set before them, (they) endured...
Pains no doubt but joy. Without getting glib. The need to transcend somehow. This if, God is? All that God's proclaimed in Christ. The One, speaks of problems making the God-most of God-offering and projecting 'understandable' concerns of this age. Fag-paper from riots, rations and power outages. Let alone a slower decline for a bit and – maybe – lower, much lower, in the social where-with-all pecking order.
And what’s our lover saying? “Forget it?” Why not, tomorrow-care/and, is what gets me? The sheer impertinence and crushing confidence.
From someone who knows their capabilities. God is not saying this for us to get stoic and philosophical about. Our state of mind and on top of this, anyway, the “universe bends towards and provides”. (Not saying God doesn't do grace and does somewhat...).
Nope, this 'bout war in the heavenlies. The parable, THIS parable… key to all others. Instruction to reap. To close: God and me. God and you. Our getting together and getting on, the Word(s) reverberating in us and spluttering out. The seeds that are the Book. The prayer that aches to be said and get out…
Declare again: Where the bonkers for wanting to connect and intercede together, considering an awake and rightful care for this world (nb one is all wrong/other care, all right)? Oh I know where they’re more likely proper-sowing and reaping for the world. Know where the action for God is at.
Those persecuted, often in prisons, look pitiful and living the horrendous while paradoxically: God wants, they must be, physically liberated-from in NK. And other dreadful ends.
Back to these lands. Why am I thinking about me and tomorrow/ever? What a madness in the face of the one who is here and knows and can/will sort…
Realise the thorns. And by confessing over them and ignoring in holy disregard. God is able to come forth and move.
Hence we need a financial and social collapse to arise. Why? Because we care about... wrong things.
And not sow.