Voice of Sorrow Crying in the Wilderness

I am unworthy to shine a real prophet’s shoes.
Yet I cannot dismiss the notion I have been called to some sort of prophetic ministry. It won’t leave me alone. Crazy as I may seem at times, it would be far, far worse if I tried to walk away from that.
Aside from a tiny handful of people who speak to me in person, and a few readers here and at my other blog, I have yet to find anyone who embraces my message. I’d love to find others saying some of the same things on their own, and in different ways. But even the highly intelligent folks like Vox Day ignore my efforts to raise the issue. I’ve tried, there and lots of other places.
That issue is the serious conflict between our modern and postmodern approach to human knowing (epistemology) and how Scripture is founded on a different set of intellectual assumptions than what is common today. It’s not enough to refer to “orientalisms” in Scripture, but to embrace that different form of logic and thinking as the one God uses in His revelation. Do we imagine God chose the Hebrew-ANE folks by accident? Was it because He couldn’t come up with something better? He didn’t simply choose the Hebrew people; He created them specifically for this task.
Review for a moment the business of calling Abraham to break completely with his ancient urban ways, to become  what his people despised, a tent-dwelling nomad. God wanted the peculiar mix of Abraham’s very broad education and intelligence with a different lifestyle. Then after a few generations of expansion, He had them exposed to Egyptian culture. Then He brought them back to the land of Abraham. No, no accidents there. After allowing the slave generation to die, and their children hardened in that semi-desert nomad existence, they were ready to face His mission for them.
Paul writes bluntly this was no accident, referring specifically to the Exodus (1 Corinthians 10:1-11) and the moral weakness of the last slave generation. Paul also writes in his many letters about how we still have to emulate some of those Ancient Hebrew customs, noting how we must carefully research the Old Testament (“rightly dividing the Word”) to understand what applies to us and what does not.
What I find most heartbreaking is the unspeakable arrogance which arises from placing human logic on the throne of the heart. It’s the Tree of the Knowledge all over again. When you try to warn folks, it simply goes in one ear and out the other. After spending considerable time explaining it to one fellow, he then went and wrote on his blog how necessary it was to show how faith is “reasonable” in terms of Aristotelian logic. Can’t you hear the whish sound as my words passed over his head?
I think I understand just a little of how Jeremiah the Weeping Prophet felt when virtually no one in his world would listen. I no longer suffer clinical depression, but in that other sense, this situation is depressing.
Behold, my mission — I can do no other.