(Up late – so, quick abstract, oh confession).
Withdrawing from life isn't much liked. “Get out and enjoy yourself” is. Reclusive ways considered likely-weird and unhealthy. Sure can be. Certainly there's a kind of get-away Bible implies, isn't God-led. Being all-depressive. Groaning 'bout in self-indulgence.
Yet, the cult of 'calm and carry on' is the reason takeover and kill is banging… no, barging through, the door. Mental health is being in an unhealthy reaction. Further: If we're not disturbed/not 'awake'. Pretending. And we're 'sick', to the extent we deny, or suppress.
So this the end of it? No. The right allergic angst-back, shows we've chosen against, some of the promoted escapes. We've advantages, opportunities and 'life in fullness' to fulfill – our 'on earth as in heaven' made-for.
'Whistle while you work' but the factories are closing. Slow-decline, is not, going to happen.
(But here the why-why, when/then… God and us willing, the up start back).
Yet not so soon and severe ye thinketh? Something isn't 'that' bad or wrong?
Well something is, but let's want the love-cure. The prep from the Holy – preparation as we go and face – Spirit. Meet God. And a whole lot more than 'this'. A lot.
For this we need mountains, so – yes, more-able, be down in the valley. Among people. Being with and doing 'God'.
Works and wonders.
Inclined towards Bible and space. Not so by disposition. But burden growing. Me, mr. drop y'hat, always chat. Easy goes, meet-anyone. But ambitions grow for quiet, or making noise, with God.
Need to wean on. Get more off the internet, except what necc. Earn 'keep' – while can. Switch on to the half a dozen websites, do. Question though, to read more of… for what? Signs of, what times? Food for, what thought? Info to war?
Graf-up and write x2. This'll do best. Burst of Bach. Enough input to feed output. Some exercise and learn to sit. Walk. Stand. And pray.
Feel the need, if nothing else, to be among. Read/pray, people passing on the street.
What to do, if the world looks mentally, or whatever else it is, unwell?
(I don't pretend to escape the sickness but God asks we acknowledge, we see, we know… for me, as the years go on. Think it's; them, no, no, it's me and now finally, come around/met enough, it's 'everyone'. Won't describe the symptoms. Here's health:
But what happens when we live God’s way? He brings gifts into our lives, much the same way that fruit appears in an orchard—things like affection for others, exuberance about life, serenity. We develop a willingness to stick with things, a sense of compassion in the heart, and a conviction that a basic holiness permeates things and people. We find ourselves involved in loyal commitments, not needing to force our way in life, able to marshal and direct our energies wisely.
Legalism is helpless in bringing this about; it only gets in the way. Among those who belong to Christ, everything connected with getting our own way and mindlessly responding to what everyone else calls necessities is killed off for good—crucified.)
Some say viewing's the sickness. Reality, only what we perceive. There's only this. Gnostic-like.
Or… anyway, what idealism can we hold for this world around the bend? It is what it is.
I recognise this, in many ways and “what am I expecting”. But is it, 'It ain't, why, why, why... It just, is'?
Might be, but for younger children, making me blush as they look up with inner awareness, passing by, maybe holding a hand, always gazing wide-eyed. Calling for help. Seriously. I believe there's some archetypal -come- God infused call-out in the young. Instinctive and distinctive from this past few couple or so generations, knowing 'days coming' and looking for someone. More than animals we are. But a kind of scent of impending danger. Parents lost from this, or would be overcome with aware.
That grieve and even more importantly, God's care transmitted by God in me. God bothered. This, ever so slightest but peculiarly real, got going on.
Way to meet God is communicate as you go. Bible in and talk out. The connection'll happen. Should. Yet to meet anyone claimed to seek and not find. “Why though?” What's the need?
Me pray. (Follow along?)
God meet me. Please. Like C.S. Lewis spoke of, may the steady, unrelenting approach of (you) whom I so earnestly desired not to meet. That which I greatly feared at last come upon me. May I give in, and admit that God you are God. Perhaps, become another most dejected and reluctant convert in all England. God I repeat on. And on. Try best repent what can. Speak, show, shine through… Whatever takes. I call and seek. Be the presence promised, that others have said they know. In Jesus