When I was young, I was in the University Track club. I was not fast enough to be coached by John Davies, who was a sub four minute miler and Bronze Medalist. He’s dead: melanoma in his 60s. (Which is why we all started wearing shirts and hats). His coach is quite dead: the other leaders of the club — an English professor and journalist are dead. The hero of my youth was John Walker, who ran the first sub 3;50 mile. He’s dead. (Parkinson’s Disease). The local MP was David Lange, now quite dead (Ischaemic Heart Disease then myeloma, from memory)
We will all fade and our lives will end. Our youth will be part of history, distorted, taught by teachers. We know this: but in the current moment we forget it.
Because being despised is so powerful.
4 “Give attention to me, my people,
and give ear to me, my nation;
for a law will go out from me,
and I will set my justice for a light to the peoples.
5 My righteousness draws near,
my salvation has gone out,
and my arms will judge the peoples;
the coastlands hope for me,
and for my arm they wait.
6 Lift up your eyes to the heavens,
and look at the earth beneath;
for the heavens vanish like smoke,
the earth will wear out like a garment,
and they who dwell in it will die in like manner;
but my salvation will be forever,
and my righteousness will never be dismayed.
7 “Listen to me, you who know righteousness,
the people in whose heart is my law;
fear not the reproach of man,
nor be dismayed at their revilings.
8 For the moth will eat them up like a garment,
and the worm will eat them like wool,
but my righteousness will be forever,
and my salvation to all generations.”
English Standard Version
All nations of this earth are placed there by God, and though he chose the Isrealites under covenant, the law of God is the law of nature, and all nations know this. If you look at the mythos of the Norse, you find Ash and Ebla: if you read the myths of the Polynesians you find Rangi and Papa. Every nation has fractured truth. And every nation needs to cling to the sacred: now that the gospel is in all nations we are without excuse.
Our elite have rejected God. To their peril. Being despised by such is a high complement.