I was talking to the son last night. He said that he has th enext public holiday off: he works in a rural town in something that is open six says a week and some want it open seven. My other son works in a place that literally only closes on Christmas Day. There is no rest.
Because we no longer have a national day of rest. This week I’ve read and heard a new term: covid fatigue. It is not irritation with the propaganda: that goes by other names. It is exhaustion from ongoing fear, it is a fear of leaving one’s homes, of opening up, of rejoining society, of rediscvering that we are human.
Which is foolish. Worry will not add a single day to your life, but it might take some away. Moses called this life the time of affliction because we see evil in this time. And we know that there will a rest to come, where we will be held within the true Sabbath, made for man, from God.
12 So teach us to number our days,
That we may present to You a heart of wisdom.
13 Do return, Lord; how long will it be?
And be sorry for Your servants.
14 Satisfy us in the morning with Your graciousness,
That we may sing for joy and rejoice all our days.
15 Make us glad according to the days You have afflicted us,
And the years we have seen evil.
16 Let Your work appear to Your servants
And Your majesty to their children.
17 May the kindness of the Lord our God be upon us;
And confirm for us the work of our hands;
Yes, confirm the work of our hands.
4 Therefore, we must fear if, while a promise remains of entering His rest, any one of you may seem to have come short of it. 2 For indeed we have had good news preached to us, just as they also did; but the word they heard did not benefit them, because they were not united with those who listened with faith. 3 For we who have believed enter that rest, just as He has said,
“As I swore in My anger,
They certainly shall not enter My rest,”
although His works were finished from the foundation of the world. 4 For He has said somewhere concerning the seventh day: “And God rested on the seventh day from all His works”; 5 and again in this passage, “They certainly shall not enter My rest.” 6 Therefore, since it remains for some to enter it, and those who previously had good news preached to them failed to enter because of disobedience, 7 He again sets a certain day, “Today,” saying through David after so long a time just as has been said before,
“Today if you hear His voice,
Do not harden your hearts.”
8 For if Joshua had given them rest, He would not have spoken of another day after that. 9 Consequently, there remains a Sabbath rest for the people of God. 10 For the one who has entered His rest has himself also rested from his works, as God did from His. 11 Therefore let’s make every effort to enter that rest, so that no one will fall by following the same example of disobedience.
At present, in Casa Kea we are not watching the news. We are avoiding social media. We are reading to each other. Some days we don;t want to ineeract with anyone but each other. We have reached the point where outside of the home we are on te defensive. Society is losing trut, and our speech and bechaioug abre being so regulated and so micromanaged that things will fall over. The stupid, it truly hurts.
Human’s require each other for economic, social and procreation reasons. In order to enjoy all the benefits of human society you have to move in proximity to other people. However, as these times of raving covidity prove that more and more of our fellow humans are complete douche nozzles of the lowest order, the question sneaks into our consciousness: Is it really worth hanging around with these complete penises?
If in order to work you need an, at this point, open ended series of jabs with weird concoctions; if schooling means sending your child to a progressive indoctrination centre where they might also require an open ended series of those weird concoction stabs for zero net benefit to themselves; when socializing means being harangued by cultists; if being entertained requires also to be lectured; if indeed, the entire structure of the society you live within is riddled with that which you find repugnant; is the warmth worth the pain anymore?
The hook you are caught on is the requirement to get fed, housed, paid and laid.
At what point is this all so contaminated by stupidity and so obviously heading for total disaster that it’s best to just walk away?
But we are here for a reason. We have a rest that awaits us, but it is not in this world. My brother in law keeps on saying — despite being in Auckland’s hell of a lockdown — that he can sleep when he;s dead. This is true.
There is good we can do. There are people who need to be comforted. There are jobs we need to do. There is a village of likeminded we need to build. There are laws to subvert and ignore.
So that good is done, and virtue signalling ceases. This COVID panic, and it is a panic, will end. We are not to fear the virus. We are to fear that we do not listen to God, and do not enter his rest.