How do you contemplate madness?
In my closet hang a half-dozen t-shirts with variations on the message calling America to repent. I wear them from time to time. I even have a sign with the message, readable from quite a distance, which I’ve carried in the past, and may one day carry again.
By no means would I expect many to take the message seriously. Those who think they like it don’t know it’s aimed at them, too. In this modern day, you can only get so much across before their eyes drift off to the next item clamoring for their attention. Most people are either dismissive or openly hostile to any message of the sort. It’s a frustrating job.
It’s my job.
What I really want is for folks to read and hear all the stuff I’ve been writing here and elsewhere, and hearing all the things I say almost daily. I don’t want them pursuing a false Christ of war, some phony Savior nailed to a red-white-and-blue cross, attacking the bogey man of the day chosen by the state. I call for them to leave their flag-draped altars to the demon gods of war, and come out into the open, because He won’t go inside such places. I want them to get to know Him personally, meet Him face to face.
Failing that, I’d be really joyful beyond words if they would just pay attention to God’s Laws. No, not even by those words — let them simply embrace the idea other humans matter. Let them see that other folks out there in the world are humans, and stop killing them with words and thoughts before they send the bombs. If we could just stop mucking around in other people’s countries, we would be so just and great, God would keep us rich and happy beyond our wildest dreams until Time came to an end. No one could touch us.
But no, we simply have to treat everyone as children, in desperate need of our hypocritical tutelage. We make sure they get to vote for the same false choices we put before our own voters, after we slaughter thousands of children and women. We don’t simply have blood on our hands; we are wading in it up to our necks from all the death we hand out around the world. And if that’s not enough, we hurry to shed the blood of our own friends and neighbors, our own children. We send our children to mindlessly kill others.
God hasn’t told me much about when, but He has made it so clear to me even my mind can figure it out: His wrath is upon us. It’s just getting started. We lust for blood — blood we shall have.
I don’t know too many who see much of what I see. It’s pretty lonely. Yes, I stand beside the God of all creation, but He’s pretty lonely, too.
