I pity those on the progressive side. They have sold their soul for a pot of muesli and a life of beige. They have punched the ticket and the ride does not end. They must continue. They must support the revolution, though it cost them their integrity. The show trials must happen.
All humanity, all love, all beauty are suspect, because they reflect harmony and that reflects the truth. That may lead to love, and love (or the loss of love) may lead to God.
Instead of joy, love and honour, they have fear and ideology. They do not need to be damned to hell: their progressive ideas make it in this life and call it reform.
They are not fed by God, as those who have a relationship with God are. Here manna is an illustration and the act of Christ in feeding four thousand (again, the did not count the kids or wives: read families) happened in a context where manna had been stored in the ark of the covenant for a witness.
31 The house of Israel named it manna, and it was like coriander seed, white, and its taste was like wafers with honey. 32 Then Moses said, “This is [b]what the Lord has commanded, ‘Let an omerful of it be kept throughout your generations, that they may see the bread that I fed you in the wilderness, when I brought you out of the land of Egypt.’” 33 Moses said to Aaron, “Take a jar and put an omerful of manna in it, and place it before the Lord to be kept throughout your generations.” 34 As the Lord commanded Moses, so Aaron placed it before the Testimony, to be kept. 35 The sons of Israel ate the manna forty years, until they came to an inhabited land; they ate the manna until they came to the border of the land of Canaan.
32 And Jesus called His disciples to Him, and said, “I feel compassion for the people, because they have remained with Me now three days and have nothing to eat; and I do not want to send them away hungry, for they might faint on the way.” 33 The disciples *said to Him, “Where would we get so many loaves in this desolate place to satisfy such a large crowd?” 34 And Jesus *said to them, “How many loaves do you have?” And they said, “Seven, and a few small fish.” 35 And He directed the people to sit down on the ground; 36 and He took the seven loaves and the fish; and giving thanks, He broke them and started giving them to the disciples, and the disciples gave them to the people. 37 And they all ate and were satisfied, and they picked up what was left over of the broken pieces, seven large baskets full. 38 And those who ate were four thousand men, besides women and children.
39 And sending away the crowds, Jesus got into the boat and came to the region of Magadan
The goodness of God will not be found in the narrative of the press, or the learned journals. They are now all converged.
You find it when your dog comes to you. You find it looking at wildflowers, the sunrise, the sunset. the comfort of a hand held, a cup of coffee, a kind word.
A card that says that you are remembered and people are praying.
You find it in the word of God, which never returns to the Lord without a harvest.
Note that the people sat at the feet of Jesus for three days and then he fed them, for he had compassion. Even the most prepared had run out of food, and the men would have done their duty (I pray): fed their kids first. Note that we don’t see the provision of God in times of plenty.
And note that to see clearly in this time requires the grace of God. The spirit of this time and this generation is actively against anything that would remind us of our creator. We must keep our earplugs on and blindfolds on and our mouths silent. Because without this kind of micromanagement, truth may sneak through the cracks.
And truth would lead us kneeling at the cross, and finding fear has no power.