Soon come financial downturns and social unrest will see flashes of hope in the pain; renewed and better grounds for an up-rise in God alone desire and forthright devotion. Pockets and outposts, individuals and families, without anything much else but God.
Times now are to celebrate preparations and acclimatise out from the rot and tosh that swamp us.
Pretend and play has a place but when the storms are hitting? What we need, and need to know, is God. Direct, live and envelopingly. One who gives visions of near-inevitable turmoil to engender repentance, lead the bunker-down or go exodus. Realignment. Revelation to best can, thrive and survive.
Not God's doing, the troubles. Although the self-portrayal in the scriptures often dispenses viewing independent-from causes to take ultimate responsibility. Such is the immeasurable magnitude of the expanse and depths of his power. Such the paradoxical vulnerability and constraints of love.
Movements within the freedoms of existence is where he longs to reunite through redemption for humans and unstoppable destruction when this cannot be achieved. As for other 'beings' their together-forever glory or 'time is short' already settled.
Seduced by trinkets and beads like Nth American natives, we've had most of what creation-come-human affords, robbed by the New Imperialists. Culture is increasingly dead and empty because the context undermines participation. These times are increasingly for women and men going to war, not -- yet or so much -- peace and art. We should be all too disturbed to play "good times". At least if nothing doing to balance, through information activism and going to God.
It's not that we should somehow, not-want the world's song and dance, just it tastes and feels incongruous. Too many and too much, blind dreaming along with the blind. Too much disconnect and dissonance. An unspoken confession we agree with the vehicle and so, if it's specifically digital media, more or less condoning the masters of Babel's takeover tool. For pleasure.
Perhaps a pub gig or something -- for me some classical and a hall -- comes one-step removed? More mainstream and contemporary it is, worse and stinking deception. Hollow hypocrisy.
It could look like it's all about attempting to mock God by these brutish vain attempts to carry-on and ignore. The unseen evil ones and their control and command human devotees, have a sophisticated playbook, with the necessity we follow and fake along, their only believe-hope.
Added two links to the TS 9/11 piece. One I'll go to this morning/now. Robin commentating the crime. It'll be a meditation. A truth-bomb. A remember to remember and readjust. Not mentally gawping at evil works but the opposite, to hear a human... being human. Truth-telling. A campfire and the stories of marauding bandits over the hill. The rally-cry, they must and will be exposed. Reading their crimes is resistance. A call for justice, a shout from the hilltop.