It’s not that resistance if futile, but it serves no valid purpose.
That is, if you accept the revelation of Jehovah, you would realize resistance as a political principle is serving a different god. Given that most Christians read a false epistemology back into the Bible, they have no idea how wrong they are in claiming they follow Christ in their various brands of activism.
We will have more than one serious effort to assemble a global government. The stories about the NSA and friends are just a taste of what’s to come. Whether or not these various efforts can work in concert remains to be seen, but for us here at the bottom of the political food chain, it probably makes little difference. It’s an intellectual curiosity, a form of entertainment for us to watch how this plays out. In broad general terms, we know historically that such things tend to crumble from inherent weaknesses right about the point where they seem most successful. Prophetically, we know none of it matters much except in terms of our tactics.
We have no expectation or interest in changing the world. It’s not our department. We are in the business of changing people, mostly ourselves. By this we can hope to bring about at least an awareness of the joy possible for others. In this, we stand to utterly frustrate the likes of the NSA, GCHQ or any other human agency seeking to nail down precisely who we are and what we are likely to do. All their spying and intrusive snooping in our lives will offer nothing useful when God works on us. What they think they know of us becomes so much wasted effort.
God had warned me that big changes were coming. I have been actively seeking His changing hand in my life. Leading up to my attendance at jury duty this past Monday, I had seen in my spirit a looming revelation of some importance, and so it was.
With no particular clue for my intellect to claim, I simply walked through the experience as I would anything else. It would be hard to summarize the dynamics I encountered without it reading like an overwrought self-examination, but there are times that is how the hand of God seems to work. In the end, I felt like a fool, like a little boy who had called entirely too much attention to himself for things that probably weren’t that important. It’s not that anyone said anything to suggest as much; quite the contrary. It was rather the discernment of God’s wrath on my human frailty.
Quickly I realized a false self-perception. Not a lie, but something that was simply no longer true. Whether it had been true in the past was not the question. In the Spirit Realm, the question is always, “How can I serve you now, Lord?” We leave behind the past in that sense. No one pretends we can wipe it clean from our memories, but we assert that it need not control what comes after. The exercise was God’s way of telling me that in meat space I am no longer any kind of leader for the simple reason that precious few of those I encounter would be able or willing to follow. I am also no follower because no one else is going where I go. In otherwise, I belong to no social grouping of any kind.
My mission in meat space is now radically different from what I once believed. You will probably notice precious little change here on this blog, since my virtual presence is unchanged. I remain an elder of Christ and prophetic writer here. I am still one of His appointed lawyers online, but the change is in my real-world presence. While I still have little clue what this means my worldly mission might be, I know that it was a necessary preparation. The human occupation ahead of me is yet veiled.
This makes me all the more alien to most humans, but especially so to anyone with a Western mind. The entire orientation of what I do in the flesh has changed, and my apparent personality is already quite different. Now, precious few have any business seeing my inner self. The list of things to which I am likely to react visibly has narrowed considerably. Should anyone notice me at all, it must be a matter of my mission alone, not any of the other common markers of humanity. My mission requires I be otherwise invisible.
Don’t confuse this with the mechanical presentation of a Spock from Star Trek. That in itself is highly noticeable. I am to become mere background, frankly avoiding betraying any form of uniqueness. “Pay me no mind; I’m not here.” That is, until the Spirit of the Lord calls me to whatever action pleases Him. I am the household servant whose very mission perishes in the bright light of notice. What this does is raise the threshold, sorting out those who can benefit little from what I might have to teach. Unless they are moved by the Spirit of God, they aren’t likely to ask me anything. This is very much as it should be.
By no means would I pretend this is a model for you, in the sense I hold this forth as the single best way to pass through this world. Rather, it is the intent to discover my path that should indicate yours is out there somewhere. At the same time, the utility should be obvious, in that this represents a significant barrier to anyone building a dossier on me. So much as a videotape of my behavior at the county courthouse will offer a jarring difference from what you’d see now. I’ve been practicing hard and implementing all the changes this calls forth. Without being very close to me for a long portion of my life, you wouldn’t know me now. Human identity is fungible; this is the hand of God on me.
I don’t have to plan resistance to the foibles of human oppression; they will fail on their own limitations against the Kingdom of Heaven.
