28 July 2020

These may not be the last days, but they are within that paradigm.Old bastards like me should dream, and young men should have visions. The spirit of God should be poured out over all. This should be normal church.

If it is not, then we have fallen: and this fall is too often not around passion or worship, but obedience.The righteousness of the people of God is not the narrative of this time: we are supposed to be oppressed, so the slavery and detachment of the post modern progressives is seen as freedom. Hat tip to Adam, Ms Nickson thought she could write a feminist novel about her great great grandmother. Until she read the source material from 400 years of witness.

Because many of them were well established by the 1800s, they traveled, it seemed, ceaselessly, and they wrote letters, in part to weave together far flung family members. The tiny museums through upper New York State and the Niagara peninsula had thousands of documents, photographs, letters, diaries, all original source material. To my dismay, however, none fit the narrative we were aiming for. Evidence of my great-great-grandmother’s oppression did not exist. She was not oppressed, she was free to do what she liked. Free to travel, not marry, and support herself by her own hand. The women of her family were decidedly not of the whining pathetic Susanna Moodie archetype so beloved by Margaret Atwood. They were mightily strong. They loved pioneering, and when they saw a problem, they damn well solved it.

This simply would not do for a modern publisher. There was none of the barbarism expected of those unenlightened times. Instead it was a 400-year history of a family who, like all the other families they knew, constituted a parade of virtue and strength. By 1900, there had been so much enthusiastic breeding and pioneering, a vast cousinage reached through every sector of the culture, stretching from sea to sea in both Canada and the U.S. Finally one of the librarians, after another afternoon of my obsessive digging for dirt, declared in frustration, “Look, they were good people.”

Their Christianity particularly defeated me. Especially the revival thing, for along with participating in the Great Awakenings, in 1859 they started camp meetings in Grimsby Park on Lake Ontario, where revivals ran all summer long for decades. This was an ecstatic Christianity I knew nothing about. So I started to go to revivals, which today take place largely in black communities. I was pretty much the only white person in congregations of a thousand or more, and they treated me like a sister come home. Those revivals – and they are vital, exciting, and filled with extraordinary music and spirit – dragged me out of the Buddhist passivity that is the only approved spiritual attitude on the left. No one who is even a little open to the idea of God can go to these gatherings and not be suffused with grace.

Elizabeth Nickson

Read the whole thing, and understand that our forefathers in the faith built churches, schools, pioneered, defended the natives, offended those in power, and did it from faith. We are at the end of a long series of men and women of God, and we have forgotten this. I pray that casa weka is part of another multi-generational witness as was the case in the Nickson family.

And yes, read the whole thing.

Psalm 119:121-128

121 I have done justice and righteousness;
Do not leave me to my oppressors.
122 Be surety for Your servant for good;
Do not let the arrogant oppress me.
123 My eyes fail with longing for Your salvation
And for Your righteous word.
124 Deal with Your servant according to Your lovingkindness
And teach me Your statutes.
125 I am Your servant; give me understanding,
That I may know Your testimonies.
126 It is time for the Lord to act,
For they have broken Your law.
127 Therefore I love Your commandments
Above gold, yes, above fine gold.
128 Therefore I esteem right all Your precepts concerning everything,
I hate every false way.


Ephesians 6:10-18

10 Finally, be strong in the Lord and in the strength of His might. 11 Put on the full armor of God, so that you will be able to stand firm against the schemes of the devil. 12 For our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the powers, against the world forces of this darkness, against the spiritual forces of wickedness in the heavenly places. 13 Therefore, take up the full armor of God, so that you will be able to resist in the evil day, and having done everything, to stand firm. 14 Stand firm therefore, having girded your loins with truth, and having put on the breastplate of righteousness, 15 and having shod your feet with the preparation of the gospel of peace; 16 in addition to all, taking up the shield of faith with which you will be able to extinguish all the flaming arrows of the evil one. 17 And take the helmet of salvation, and the sword of the Spirit, which is the word of God.

18 With all prayer and petition pray at all times in the Spirit, and with this in view, be on the alert with all perseverance and petition for all the saints,


We will not see the fire of the gospel again without this world doing its level best to stop it. They are converged with the demonic, but God has made us to be crowned in glory and honour, and not of them.

So expect there to be attacks. They will attempt to destroy our leaders: we will need to be leaderless. They will call the name of our church hateful: we will have no name but Christ.

They will remove us from social media: we will self host. They will try to regulate our charity: we will continue, without permission, against their new laws, and without charitable tax status.

The battle is spiritual. Culture is downstream to the spirit, and politics is downstream to the culture.

We will speak against every error and power and principle that is in the way. We will burn the idols of this broken age: the rainbow flaw, the worship of the first and second feminist revolution, and the hatred of the historic good the church did bring.

Our singing and love will drop the Muslim to their knees and shock the Buddhists from detachment.

May this be. May the spirit descend on us again. May God show his loving-kindness, and it will be for his glory, and not our doing.