The smallness of the antichristian imagination.

The antichristian is the person of the spirit of this age, for this age does not acknowledge angels, or prophets, or a resurrection to come, going even beyond the Sadducees to not acknowledge soul, or spirit, or mind, or will.

There is no moral agency: there is only class, tribe, disability and intersectionality. There is no truth, only expedience.

And from no imagination can grow. There is a reason that modern books -- I should know, I read enough of them -- are pale imitators of those from the last century. The old authors were Christian.

The new elite hate Christians and Christ. There is now very little gray left: you are either of Christ, or opposed to Christ. Openly or covertly.


Our main preacher has just discovered Crossfit and the deadlift. I grinned (for the first of Vox's rules for men is embrace the iron, and there is pain in Crossfit) but he used the illustration of whole body lifts as an example for the church. We were all made for a purpose and called to Christ for a purpose. We may be a hidden muscle -- but as someone who had a partial tear of his supraspinatus last year small muscles matter.

We do our part. This is part of it for me.

Now for the technical part. To be an antichrist is to deny that Christ died and rose again. That is it. The club is quite large, with marxists chatting not merely with liberal theologians but the most corrupt rulers, despots and ideologues, for they fear that their delusion that death is just a long sleep and there will be no accounting for their life will be shown to be false.

They have to stunt their imagination to survive. Such people deem others as having lives not worth living, not knowing the eternal worth of every human soul.

1 John 2:18-25

18 Children, it is the last hour, and as you have heard that antichrist is coming, so now many antichrists have come. Therefore we know that it is the last hour. 19 They went out from us, but they were not of us; for if they had been of us, they would have continued with us. But they went out, that it might become plain that they all are not of us. 20 But you have been anointed by the Holy One, and you all have knowledge. 21 I write to you, not because you do not know the truth, but because you know it, and because no lie is of the truth. 22 Who is the liar but he who denies that Jesus is the Christ? This is the antichrist, he who denies the Father and the Son. 23 No one who denies the Son has the Father. Whoever confesses the Son has the Father also. 24 Let what you heard from the beginning abide in you. If what you heard from the beginning abides in you, then you too will abide in the Son and in the Father. 25 And this is the promise that he made to us -- eternal life.


I sit in my pew and I think and pray. I'm not called to preach, nor lead. I worry that we get too caught up in politics to forget the gospel. Unlike the current Archbishop of Canterbury, I do not see the gospel as bringing unity and the role of the church to bind up the wounds of Brexit, but to bring division.

For we are of Christ or against him. We preach Christ, or we preach a strange gospel. Our vision must always be Christ. It is he whom we must remember. And it is he who calls us to our roles. For many of us it will be working to provide. For a little less, but still many, it will be building homes and raising children.

It is the failure of imagination of the antichristian who sees only the economic cost or the political peril, and not the souls that grow. May their souls be unstunted. And may they turn to Christ, in repentance, and remembrance.

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