Dead Game

There is devastation all around me.

On the one side, I see vast nations of men who languish under the lash of feminism. Worst of all, a vast carpet of Christian men who cannot possibly walk fully in the power of Christ because they serve that same heathen goddess of Jezebel. On the other side, even those who have broken free of servitude to that vile goddess are still enslaved to other Western assumptions and don’t see the full power of what their freedom could mean. They are still stuck inside their little rational world where God’s voice does not reach beyond a mere whisper.

After Eden, when God began the long path of divulging the truth about Himself and His Creation, mankind quickly drifted away from the fundamental assumptions that gave His revelation a voice. Our fallen nature constantly fled from that flaming Sword of Truth, unwilling to die so that we could be free. You see, the Sword of Revelation must first be driven through our own hearts before we can lay our hands upon the hilt. We must serve the death warrant to our fleshly nature or we remain a prisoner of this Fallen Realm.

The Sword of Truth carves away the fat to reveal the point of separation between death and life. The moral standard by which God breathed His own life into this world still animates all things. Unless men turn to that moral vision of what is and is not, they walk in shadows of darkness, stumbling along and never seeing the escape. God’s divine justice breathes fire on the fundamental human choice to trust his own resources to understand reality. What man’s senses can discover, and his reason can discern, is not enough. Divine moral justice stands beyond the reach of such capabilities.

So along the path God strewed various covenants, oral and written expressions of His divine justice. Men who clung to them did, at least, find the best this life had to offer. With some effort and devotion to these revelations, they might perceive a call to something higher than their own reasoning minds. At the last signpost on this path, God came Himself in human form and forced the issue by defying all logic and calling it “salvation.” He said He was Himself the summation of that had been written and spoken from God.

If you dig into the Law Covenants, you will see written between the lines a raft of assumptions about human nature. You will see things that shock the modern conscience of Western people because Western Civilization is a shocking rejection of God’s salvation. Not just the rational mechanisms, but all the non-rational assumptions about reality itself are all wrong in the West. Our gut instincts about what is good and moral are inherently flawed, so we either choke on revelation and reject it, or we twist it and pervert it until it meets our assumptions. As a civilization, we aren’t even aware that we do this until someone lays it out in detail. Even then, rejection is highly probable. People still flee that flaming Sword of Truth.

The shepherd in me aches to see the whole world flailing away in vanity. Not just the men, because when men are wrong, women suffer, too. Nobody gets even the merciful measure of good God promised for this life alone, much less do they find the path out of this life. They stand in the far distance, blindly smelling the rich aroma and somehow imagine they have found the banquet of God without having tasted a single bite of His wide open table.

Yesterday evening I checked on my book, A Christian Guide to the Sexual Marketplace — 504 copies downloaded. Plus, I’ve answered one request for a printed copy at my own expense. I’m considering preprinting a few more copies to give away (but I think I’ll rework the cover image first). So there must be some hunger for a better approach when some obscure author can give away that many copies of something that looks so cheesy. I’d be only too glad if someone with better publicity took my stuff and ran off with it, in the sense of using my ideas. My human side worries that the purity of the message might get polluted that way, but it’s got to be better than what I see going on around me.

But my long experience has taught me that the only way folks will hear this message and actually change their path is when something inside of them recognizes in me something they need. If that voice doesn’t call them from beyond this world, there’s nothing I can do but watch in sorrow.