Sunday 12 July 2020

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This has been one hell of a week, and I ended up alternating between grief, rage, and anxiety. The past came back and kicked me hard. I asked Kea why I was reacting– these were events from 15 years ago. She said that it was affecting my kids, and that is why.

So, today in church, when we had preaching on keeping to the vision that you have received from God (using Joseph when he was truly irritating his older brothers with his dreams) it hit. We are encouraged to accept the narrative given to us in the present and to have guilt for things in the past which we did not do: to repent of what is called sins in this time and in other times have been called virtues. To live, pleasing men in the present, and not looking beyond the hassles of now to what God will call us to.

What is very clear is that the peaceable governance of nations is being destroyed so that we are unable to serve God joyfully in Godly Quietness. The lines are now drawn. Those who are not of Christ are against us.

Collect One

Grant, O Lord, we beseech thee,
that the course of this world
may be so peaceably ordered by thy governance,
that thy Church may joyfully serve thee
in all godly quietness;
through Jesus Christ our Lord.

In quietness? Yeah, right.

The small worship service was underway when about ten or so protestors walked into the church and announced “black lives matter.”

One masked protestor walked up to a man inside the church and showed her tattoo, saying “Look. I’m a Christian preacher, you dumb f***.”

A man says “black lives matter” and the rest repeat the mantra, drowning out the preacher.

Security approaches the protestors, and appears to touch one of them. This leads the others to say “Don’t touch anyone. Don’t touch him! Back up!”

A voice can be heard saying “You’re not gonna do that, are you crazy?”

“Put your hands up,” someone says.

“Get the f*** out of my face before I slap you,” a woman is heard to say.

Security asks them to leave, saying “this is a house of God.”

The protestors and the worshippers call each other bro. “Everyone’s a brother here.”

“Jesus loves you,” a voice says.

“Jesus don’t love you,” comes the reply.

“Don’t be disrespectful of God,” a worshipper says.

On the way out, the protestors chant “black lives matter.”

Why do they so hate the word of God? Because it has power, and they want us ensnared in the present, and not seeing what will happen when the latest iteration of the Red Guard burn out. Which they will.

Isaiah 55:10-13

10 “For as the rain and the snow come down from heaven
and do not return there but water the earth,
making it bring forth and sprout,
giving seed to the sower and bread to the eater,
11 so shall my word be that goes out from my mouth;
it shall not return to me empty,
but it shall accomplish that which I purpose,
and shall succeed in the thing for which I sent it.
12 “For you shall go out in joy
and be led forth in peace;
the mountains and the hills before you
shall break forth into singing,
and all the trees of the field shall clap their hands.
13 Instead of the thorn shall come up the cypress;
instead of the brier shall come up the myrtle;
and it shall make a name for the Lord,
an everlasting sign that shall not be cut off.”

Matthew 13:1-9

13 That same day Jesus went out of the house and sat beside the sea. 2 And great crowds gathered about him, so that he got into a boat and sat down. And the whole crowd stood on the beach. 3 And he told them many things in parables, saying: “A sower went out to sow. 4 And as he sowed, some seeds fell along the path, and the birds came and devoured them. 5 Other seeds fell on rocky ground, where they did not have much soil, and immediately they sprang up, since they had no depth of soil, 6 but when the sun rose they were scorched. And since they had no root, they withered away. 7 Other seeds fell among thorns, and the thorns grew up and choked them. 8 Other seeds fell on good soil and produced grain, some a hundredfold, some sixty, some thirty. 9 He who has ears, let him hear.”

I don’t know what things others are called to do. I’ve got enough things on — including blogging, for the self hosted blog is the samizdat of this time and the word of God will not return to him without doing that it was purposed to do — that I need to concentrate on.

But I know we are meant to reproduce: within families, and with disciples, lives changed, people blessed, relationships healed, and from that comes a peace despite the turmoil. No marketer wants that. They want you in despair, fat, lonely, unfriended so they can peddle medications, stimulants, diet plans, dating apps … for every bad habit has an industry that enables it.

But we were called to be more than slaves to our vices. We are children of God, and we will be those who judge the nations. So lift your tired feet. Deal with the circumstances of today. Pare your life back. Do not fund those who hate you (but by force; the state still hates you and they don’t like it when you don’t pay their taxes).

Our best response is to take our attention away from where it can be monetized.

Look instead to Christ. That is what the apostles wrote in the time of the Romans: nothing much has changed.

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