Ritual Abuse

When you claim it’s your religion to increase human suffering, it’s a demonic cult.

I’m not going to engage here in a long-winded analysis of the whole thing, but it was a fresh wound on my soul and I must cry out. The other day I ran into someone I’ve known for some years. He really needed a touch of mercy and I gave what I could. In this case, it was a moment to listen and commiserate over his sad tale. His family has pretty much cast him aside and there aren’t many people who seem to care about him. He’s near my age and has been through some fairly serious medical troubles, but he’s been a substance abuser, too. All of us have our own idolatries, so it’s just a moral question of what mercy we have to offer, not the relative evil we might assign to one idolatry over another.

The final grudging “help” his family offered was sending him to one of those “Christian” youth-oriented rehab programs. I’ve yet to see one that isn’t one of two things: (1) secularized goofball liberalism or (2) based on abusive prison psychology. This particular program was the latter, and it did him not an ounce of good.

You might be aware of how such a program is the ultimate example of dehumanizing and degrading in an effort to change bad habits. The program assumes the worst and there is virtually no real effort to reach out to wandering souls, only lock them down and push them through some curriculum that represents the worst of grouchy Anglo-Saxon iron discipline. On another level, they charge unconscionable fees and invest almost nothing back into the clients. It’s quite profitable, because you can find dozens in almost any city of any size, and quite a few out in the boonies where it’s even more isolating. It encourages moral degenerates who enjoy abusing people to claim they are doing God’s work.

That his family felt this was in his best interest serves to indicate the awful dysfunction they share. Don’t tell me our social culture isn’t rotten to the core. God help us.

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Answering 09: An Application

“Truth makes its own path.”

I have no idea where I heard that; I know I didn’t read it because there’s a voice attached to the memory. It’s not how I would say it, but it’ll do. I want to offer an example of how we use moral sanity to discern human activity. We can watch it and be right in the middle of it without offering any loyalties except to our God.

There is absolutely no need to silence a lie from the human level where lies are spouted. Feel free to spew your deception all day long. The only people taken in by it will be those who would never listen to God in the first place. When someone develops a sensitivity to their convictions, even if they are intellectually inclined to agree with a narrative that’s false, something inside stirs up a dissent. Neurosis, and even forms of psychosis, result from fighting your own convictions. Don’t wonder why organized religion is filled with wackos.

It’s the same with politics, in that organized religion is largely politics. The problem is not that humans are political; it’s that we refuse to do it well. Our political efforts bear no relation to moral truth and the hard-wired reality of what actually works in this world.

Here’s a minor example: Gamergate is not dead. The SJW (Social Justice Warrior) crowd insists on silencing the opposition by every means possible in order to assert their perverted morals. Not that gamer morals are any better, just different, and both sides are hideously wrong. However, the SJWs are frankly stupid. To attack the gamers on Twitter by disabling gamers’ use kills Twitter. The one virtue of gamers is that they don’t attempt to silence dissent.

So in this case, the contextual truth of things is that gamers are a major element in prosperity in the virtual world. If you want big profits from your online ventures, you had damn sure better not alienate gamers if you claim to be open to the public. Gamers are virtually indiscernible from the people who created the Internet and keep it working. Computers are ignorant of the content of traffic, but the geeks who make it work are real people with a real bias that is not hard to understand. In that sense, the Internet as a whole is hardly neutral. They aren’t inclined to block anything they don’t like, but will certainly retaliate if someone blocks them, and you won’t be able to ignore them.

So go ahead and market your SJW games and tell me how that crap sells. Nobody is more intolerant than an SJW, not to mention being intolerable themselves. They are actually a tiny group with increasingly rabid fantasies that represent the extreme fringe trying to seize the center by realigning the entire universe. Reality is whatever they imagine it to be; just ask them. Though many of those in power have been seduced to join this insanity, reality will eventually vomit them out into the void.

The only reason gamers bother responding is that the take-down is entertaining to them. The process of crushing the SJWs is like any other strategy game, and gamers win. But the gamers are not virtuous except within the boundaries of the virtual world they created. They are the “gods” of the Internet. The SJWs are gods only in their own minds, having built or created nothing at all. They are the Devil and his demons on the Internet, creating nothing, only perverting everything they touch.

And while our God trumps the Internet demigods entirely, even on their own turf, the SJWs don’t represent His interests in any way. Whatever their deity, it exists only in their blighted imaginations. You and I have nothing to fear from gamers. We are no threat to the network demigods and there is no entertainment value in attacking us.

Mysticism trusts in the power of God to promote His message. We are along for the ride, but if it doesn’t fill us with joy, then we are dead weight. God delights in our delight over His truth. That’s the whole reason for including us in the first place. The payoff is entirely personal. We hold the potential for bringing Him joy; that’s how we bless Him. It’s not a question of us carrying His truth wherever we go, it’s a question of sniffing out His truth and going there. It’s not precisely the same for each of us, and it kills the joy when we insist someone else has to be our clone. How could you imagine joy trying to control someone else? It’s a jarring disharmony to think in that direction; you can’t call it “joy” any more.

You can’t kill someone else’s joy, only your own, and only after you embrace death as your god.

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Cycling: Baptism

ScreenshotActually I hate “mudding” but I am glad it’s do-able. Today’s ride seems to call for a map. Click the map to enlarge (CTRL-click for a new browser tab) and please note the lavender digits representing each shot that follows in numerical order. The idea was to poke around the edges of the former Glenwood addition that the Air Force bought and turned into a training area, but also because they needed an empty crash zone for aircraft in trouble. I will note that the bogus FEMA Camp stories insist that the actual fenced in reservation is one of the sites listed for such use. Fat chance.

Jeanette’s maiden voyage was very messy. Between rain sessions today I went out for a ride.End-o-line It wasn’t a long ride, just a couple of miles from my residence, but I’m no longer riding to “work out.” I ride simply to play and cleanse my soul a little. Exercise happens, but not as a goal. The entry point was just across SE 15th (north edge of the map) from our Barnes Park Trails area. I simply shot across the street and jumped the curb into a green area that was cleared last year. This map is way out of date, but useful.Hidden-facility I went across the wooded area just west of the feature labeled “Buddy’s Produce” in white letters. Map symbols indicate the last section of tracks to be used for anything at all some years ago. I basically followed those tracks and the first photo shows what it looked like. I found a zig-zag path between the trees and shrubs in that picture (#1) and came across this storage facility (#2). There was really nowhere else to go, so I retraced my path back up the tracks and came out on the road in front of Buddy’s Produce (just off the map on the north edge).

To the east of the Midwest City Sanitation Department is a public drive back to the recycling dump and it’s on a bit of high ground way above the Soldier Creek. That’s the primary water feature that runs all over the eastern quarter of the map, draining from south to north. The old neighborhood is fenced off on high ground, rather hard to pick out on the map, leaving a large eastern belt that is under periodic commercial development.Distant-view This aerial photo is about three years old and doesn’t show the health-care park east of the creek, only some red soil scraped of vegetation. I rode across the now paved portion of that and out into the grass, which turned out to be growing in very fresh leveling soil — soppy red clay. Jeanette moved nicely in low gear, but she was encrusted with thick gobs of it by the time I wandered back toward the more civilized parking lots along that far eastern edge of the map. I stopped at this apron and decided not to go back out into that mud pond again. Just to the left in that shot (#3) is a tributary running down to Soldier Creek.

End-o-roadAs I headed south along Douglas, there was yet more fresh development under way, and I had to dodge a lot of fresh excavation mud. By riding along the street in the grass, I managed to shed the worst of the caked red goop, so I was ready to avoid any fresh additions. Beyond that was a drive way running back west. There’s a lot of that industrial park stuff in there and I jumped off into a grassy area well packed by motor vehicle traffic until I ran across that circle at the north end of Global Parkway.Down-n-swamp The next shot (#4) was aimed westward from there. I ran into a bit more mud, but discovered a well-hidden recreation area in the low flat ground near the creek where the tributary runs into it. Swamp-trackTurning north I followed a badly washed out jeep trail that ended near the water (#5), but turned sharply left and back into a little opening. There were signs of camping, but not recent.

Backing out, I noticed plenty of little four-wheeler trails spidering out into the woods at intervals. I took one to see if they went anywhere (#6). It split between two routes running parallel to the banks of the creek and looked like fishing spots, but currently so overgrown I was getting slapped and no pictures were possible. I came back out to the jeep trail and climbed a slow rise southward, which was along the back fence of a ratty old trailer park (east of my #6), what’s left of the merging of Dimick and Edgewood Parks, keeping the latter name on the sign. My paternal grandmother lived there for years. When we left Alaska in 1973, I flew down and stayed with her a while to get started in my senior year of high school while my parents slowly slogged down the Al-Can Highway with our household goods in two pickups and a very long open trailer. Most of what was Dimick Park is now woodland. So heading back south brought me out onto SE 29th (off the map on the southern edge).

That VOR beacon is a funny white dot on a gravel road in the open grassy area there in the aerial shot. I stayed off the street and rode through the Air Force’s grass along SE 29th to the curvy street (Palmer Drive) that stays outside the eastern fence line.

Former-GlenwoodI bumped into a former neighbor from the trailer park in Choctaw. He had left when his mom died and he was having a rough life. Pray for my friend Larry, because the rest of his family has cast him off. He refused to stay in a “Christian rehab” house that uses the worst of prison discipline. I could write a book about that awful practice. The last thing that man needs is more abuse. We chatted a bit while I stopped in a puddle in the pavement and reduced my mud load by about five pounds. I rode on with a somewhat less jolly frame of mind. I stopped where Palmer crosses the old Grumman Drive on the map and took this last shot of the day (#7). The sign does not restrict photography as it would if there were sensitive facilities nearby. Yeah, a potential FEMA camp (snork, snork).

I zig-zagged my way through the back streets to my apartment and gave Jeanette a bath and some fresh lube. I have no intention of mudding again if I can avoid it, but it’s good to know we’re up to it as a team. Oh, and I’m accumulating future PayPal donations until I can get a really good digital camera.

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A Sacrifice

I have made choices while deeply absorbed into a world of moral folly. Consequently, my choices were foolish, taking place outside the boundaries of my calling and covenant with Christ. Some of them resulted in permanent changes that I never foresaw, stuff I live with to this day, and more coming. A few of those consequences God redeemed by miraculous changes. Those changes came because they serve to enhance the fundamental value of my testimony of God’s glory.

What serves His glory is simply the fulfillment of my reason for living; it is, by definition, in my best interest. To imagine an interest in anything outside His glory is the doorway to Hell.

There is a sense in which Our Father respects our choices, though. Going back to start over and recover the potential of all He offered is not consistent with His glory for reasons that require you understand His divine character. I can’t explain it, and asking the question is a waste of time. So the net result is that I take the calling He offers that excludes a whole lot of blessings I could have had, but will now never know in this life. I placed myself into an alternative sequence of possible and probable events, as the expression goes, and God still has a plan to use me despite my silly choices.

But part of His use for me includes redemption by taking better options along the path into the future. That I am aware of the moral optimum of what might-have-been and should-have-been serves to teach me that I should listen better. Departing Eden didn’t change Creation; it changed our ability to cooperate with Creation. We no longer have that wide open moral instinct to do what’s consistent with reality. We are forced to guess, and if we don’t activate the heart-mind connection, our guesses won’t make a whole lot of difference eternally — all of them will be wrong because the whole thing rests in the wrong place. But with the heart-mind on the throne of moral decision, I can do a lot better.

And my heart reminds me constantly of things I could have had but can’t go back to reclaim. I testify to the verity of that thing even if I can’t claim all of it for myself. This is a tension that we cannot leave behind because it is fundamental to our fallen existence. It’s a part of the time-space constraints that constitute a significant symptom of the Fall. We can’t simply choose to take our awareness and go back in time to restart some process that turned out wrong. I can only strive to recover what’s left. Part of what’s left is my prophetic calling.

Even that requires the moral consideration of things on multiple threads, something foreign to our cultural mythology. Moral choices are not linear and certainly not restricted to one thread of consideration. There are multiple parallel threads that do not necessarily jive with each other in my human reason. There is no single logically clean and perfect choice anywhere. His divine will for me is not that simple; it requires a certain kind of artistry that is far more than artistry. Faith is its own thing, with its own unique kind of virtuosity that we exercise far above any mere mental awareness. Nothing that I, or any other human, or all of us together, could express that moral truth with clarity or depth that a mind can absorb and process.

Net result: My calling and my sense of peace with God requires that I live in an urban environment and do my best to ignore all the problems that causes me personally. My fleshly human desires have become aware of all the sweet goodness of living more naturally without all the pollution, but my heart says that would be selfish against the particular calling on my life at this time. I can’t do what I have to do anywhere else; not now. This is not meant to portray me as some noble, saintly martyr, nor someone seeking a cynical excuse to wallow in urban hedonism. And it serves no moral purpose to blame any number of nameless other folks out there for creating this mess through which I must wade. I take this path knowing that it is not optimal to my human health, and not optimal for helping me stay in close communion with God’s Creation.

So instead of lying naked on the ground next to my natural hut in the wilderness, I go outside and touch the highly hybridized shrub that the landscaping service chops into squarish shapes. I ride my bike along paved (and soon unpaved) routes humans make to touch some wilder bit of nature and try to stay away from power lines and cell towers for just a little time now and then. I go outside for brief moments in today’s rainy weather and just feel Creation as best I can in the middle of one of the largest (area-wise) urban expanses in the US. I live below the official poverty line and consume what the grocery store offers within my limited budget, praying that my appetites can be adjusted to come closer to that Edenic ideal within the range of what they have.

If you can do better for yourself, please do. I’ve developed a form of tolerance that I wish upon no one. It includes having seen things I cannot un-see and hope you never see, because I suffer with the visual memories. Would you like to extract human body parts from the wreckage of a motor vehicle? Did you know that freshly ripped human flesh can stink? Those images did not come from God, but from Satan and his torments. I’m not “tough;” I’d rather not have seen such things. They do not ennoble; they are scars from my folly. They represent a vanity of vanities. Shake your head at the marks of my stupidity and know that I am constrained by them. At the same time, don’t waste any pity on my insignificant life. God chose to use me in spite of my idiocies, so let’s celebrate mercy, not human accomplishments. The power to sacrifice self is glorious; the necessity of having to sacrifice is not.

I sacrifice one kind of peace for another that strikes me, and only me, as a moral imperative. And because of that tension from a thousand threads in the moral fabric of reality, I’m always waiting to see if the balance of things in my faith requires a change in priorities.

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Answering Coda: Got Questions?

Let’s back up a moment on the Answering Series. While there is a healthy discussion in the comments section, it’s quite likely some of my readers have questions we haven’t covered. Please feel free to remain anonymous and fill in bogus information in the blanks that request such information on the comment section. As along as I can discern a nickname to call you, I’ll try to take your question or comments seriously. You can also send a private email using the addresses on my “About” page linked in the tab-line above.

Meanwhile, I wanted to offer this quote in passing:

Now, let’s be honest about this. Military service has become a sacrament in these churches; soldiers are the new missionaries, and wounded soldiers are the new martyrs.

(Source.)

Perverting the message and mission of the gospel and churches is what we have come to expect since before the last of the Apostles died. Our God does not wear a uniform or wave flags. Oh, and I write that as a disabled American veteran. The problem is not civic virtue, but conflating it with the Cross of Christ. His throne is in Heaven, not any national capital.

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Cycling: New Toy

bike01-boxArrived today via UPS around 1300 local time. This is probably boring to a lot of folks, but it’s just possible a reader might benefit from my experience some day.bike02-inbox The box was just a bit smaller than I expected, but I discovered that they pack them more tightly these days. The last time I watched someone do this, the seat and handlebars were already mounted. Not now.

And it’s just a little sticky coming out of the box. I could have used an extra pair of hands to push down as I pulled up.bike03-pkng It call came out in one piece except the box containing the pedals. This mess had to be dismantled carefully and I used diagonal pliers (AKA side cutters or dikes) to cut all the heavy zip ties and that cheap mylar tape that you can’t easily break.bike04-unpack So this shot on the left shows everything prior to assembly and somehow it turned out fuzzy.

bike05-halfThe first step was to mount the handlebars in some provisional position, and then the seat. This allows me to invert the thing and have it stand that way while I worked on the tires. They were soft, which was fine, because I had to deflate them anyway.

A couple of issues made it challenging. First, the rims are much narrower than the old 26″ mountain bike stuff. While it didn’t suffer the design flaw that tends to pinch 700c (hybrid bike) tubes around the valve stem, it was still tricky dealing with tires designed to balloon out around the rim that way. I wanted to add some tube liners (AKA thorn straps) to reduce the likelihood of flats. However, the only ones I could get on short notice were pretty narrow. The company sells them for 29″ tires, but they just barely cover the center strip of the tread area that gets all the abuse. The problem is that they didn’t lay inside the tire nicely, tending to shift around while I was putting it back together. I’m not entirely certain they stayed where I wanted them, but it’s better than nothing. I’ll order the wider ones later.

bike06-doneThis is the first time I’ve dealt with disc brakes, but they went in nicely. I found the factory assembler had left the front brake cable in an awkward route, so I had to do my best to find a way to slip it over to the other side of the front end where there was a clip to hold it in place. It’s still a little torqued and curled, but functional. I’ll try to adjust it later.

A couple of other considerations now. The handlebars are lower then I’m used to and I don’t know if it’s going to aggravate my arthritic shoulders and elbows. I can order a riser that should help, but the factory design offers no adjustment for height. I bought two bottle holders because there were holes for them. I’ll get a different style to mount on the seat tube and that’s as much water as I could need even in the heat of summer for long rides. For everything else, I found a way to attach it to my body. This thing is noticeably lighter than the Edgewood and the wheels with tires are just a tad bit bigger in diameter. It’s got a 9-speed rear cassette but is geared lower in the first place, so it means more lower gears than before. The shifters and derailleurs are sweet and the brakes are clearly superior. Oddly, the disc brakes make that same faint rubbing noise the make on cars because they are designed to remain in contact at low pressure. The only thing I really want now is to design a cover for the front derailleur to prevent splash and grit from coming off the rear time onto it.

In honor of the donor, I call her “Jeanette.”

Final note: The old Edgewood went to a friend, a fellow Christian just next door. We were able to make it fit his shorter frame.

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Love Is the Law

I behold the face of my beloved. I seriously doubt you would find it aesthetically pleasing, but you haven’t spent a lifetime in her love, so I can forgive you for that. But I’m willing to bet you would understand how I can gaze on her face and in my mind trace every detail with rapture.

One of my favorite songs offers the following lyrics:

In mirrors I have seen Your face
Your voice can reach me anywhere
And I begin to turn away
And You just turn me back again

And I belong
Yes, I belong
To You, oh Lord my God

(Mylon LeFevre, “I Belong” from Crack the Sky 1987)

For now we see in a mirror, dimly, but then face to face. Now I know in part, but then I shall know just as I also am known. (1 Corinthians 13:12 NKJV)

When you come face-to-face with God, you see yourself as He does, reflected back in His eyes. Both the terror of disappointing Him in our sin and the mercy of His love welcoming us home will you see in His face. Paul says there will be some moment in our future where we experience this in some ultimate sense beyond literal, but that we experience it in some measure even now. When you turn inside yourself, you’ll find God waiting there all along. He wants this for us.

But it takes some doing to get our attention because we are born so deeply distracted. We come into life with a body yelling and screaming for resources to build according to that pattern in our DNA. At some point, we become aware that the world is not a mere extension of those demands, but that it has its own will. That’s when we discover our will, too. A critical element of human consciousness is what behavioral science calls “individuation” — an awareness of ego and boundaries. If we are fortunate, this eventually results in some intellectual development, but working from our resources alone, that’s where it ends.

It is not enough. We may believe our senses and reason provide sufficient answers; our intellect assumes it is sufficient for all that matters. It is not. The intellect did not make the world, so it cannot discern the full essence of things. It requires input from the One who did make the things we encounter in our world. It requires revelation.

God granted that revelation. He did so on His own terms, based on His expertise in how things actually work. But that’s not all; as time wore on He continued that conversation of revelation with humanity. He responds. And the initial encounter for humans tends to be in terms of His Law Covenants. It’s “law” in the sense of personal demands regarding the entire realm He owns. His character is the ultimate Law, but we must transition from our moral blindness to His face, such that we are able to bear the terror of His face and receive the mercy. We were designed for that, but something happened to destroy that natural communion.

The destruction of our natural state in communion with Him was in asserting the conscious reason as master over the moral will. In my writing, I use the image of the heart as the higher moral faculty, and that the intellect must learn to obey the heart. The Fall includes breaking that linkage, though it is far more than that. The point is that we were created with a full awareness of the Creator’s moral character as the essence of how to live, but we lost that direct awareness and must gain it back. And it’s not easy nor simple. The first step is an awareness of His Law Covenants.

The Law Covenants in the Bible manifest His moral character in a limited fashion, providing examples and hints of what life would look like if we understood His character. He built and provided a cultural package for receiving and preserving the understanding of His Law as a part of the Law itself. The message is granted in terms of a particular set of assumptions about reality, assumptions long lost and actively hidden from us today. It’s not enough to translate the words of the Law Covenants, but to embrace the assumptions that go with them.

Assuming we can get folks to grasp that need, we discover a wide variation in the human talents necessary to do this quickly. In other words, most folks need some help because they are slow at absorbing the whole thing. Those who can run are obliged to come back and guide those who crawl. Some of us quickly discover that the verbal expression of Laws are not actually the Law itself, because the Law is the character of the Person. Words indicate the path; you are supposed to come face to face with God as close as you can and explore every feature of His Face. And do it often, rather like lovers who can’t get enough of each other.

That intense loving relationship is the essence of the Laws.

Our witness to the world is living the implications of the Law Covenants. They give shape and structure that makes the face of God distinct and recognizable. We can’t make people see His face, but we can certainly walk in His Law Covenants in the sense, not of intellectual abstraction, but in the sense of abstraction on a higher level of the heart and moral conviction.

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Answering 08: Forget the Results

A primary emphasis in ancient Hebrew language was to narrate an experience in vivid fashion so that the listener(s) could experience it for themselves on some level. While there is an obvious intent to sway the listener by adding a moral slant to the telling, we know from anecdotes in Scripture that the heart can filter it out and gain a different moral viewpoint. However, that occurs within an atmosphere that takes for granted things our culture insists cannot be — analysis took place in the heart-mind.

We can’t replicate that environment, but we can reclaim that moral discernment. Answering the world’s questions about our faith includes an indictment on how wrong the world is now, and how it is wrong. It indicates a path to moral truth without any attempt to define or dictate the results of taking the path.

Christian Mysticism presumes a direct encounter with God. He has made it fairly clear that no two of us will experience His Presence in the same way. Overlap, yes, but He makes each of us with our own DNA and our own individual character. The net result is that we each have our own circle of people with whom we overlap enough to share, as God intended us to be social creatures. Tension is natural and not a threat.

Indeed, I often make the case that the fundamental focus of all the Law Covenants is social stability. The image is far larger than the words, of course, but I am convinced the tag fits. Notice in the Law of Moses how much is aimed at shaping the way people interact by drawing moral boundaries. It’s such a critical element in understanding God that it dominates the Old Testament; it’s a major element in how we relate to God. He takes as a personal insult our abuse of others.

There’s a lot less about how we relate to the rest of Creation, and yet we can tell from passing mention that it’s just as important. To me, it suggests that dealing with nature is a lot less complicated than dealing with other people. And indeed, we know that humans are fallen, but the rest of the universe is not. The physical realm around us is under the Curse of the Fall only because God designed everything with us as stewards and managers, so nature is waiting for us to claim that divine heritage and do it right. Nature is difficult only because we are.

But if you can get yourself into the firm grip of moral justice among people, it’s awfully hard to violate nature at the same time. It’s so hard that it took a massive conspiracy between Satan and a million human lackeys to create an entire civilization devoted to anything but doing it right. Western thinking kills nature, making it passive lump awaiting our whims and direct mechanical control. When we aren’t worshiping the creature as deity, we are destroying it for what we imagine is our personal comfort. The unique blindness of Western Civilization is getting everything morally backwards, and calling that perversion “morality.”

Those miracles of Jesus? He was reclaiming divine justice denied to the victims by a national leadership that violated the Covenant. Reading between the lines of Noah’s Covenant, we discover that if man will keep a good moral order, nature will follow God’s intended natural order. Get to know the individual trees — they make great friends — but don’t be blind to the forest as a forest. The trees are alive, too, and self-aware as a community; that’s in God’s Word.

We can characterize shalom as the harmonious concert that brings social stability, which in turn results in certain symptoms. We see reasonable material prosperity, safety from both natural threats (disease and disaster) and human threats, and a resonance of even greater social stability. There is a sense in which moral peace is peaceful because people are stewards of nature, but still part of nature. The goal is to harmonize ourselves with God’s moral character as woven into reality itself. The goal is not locking things into a convenient stasis.

A fundamental issue with the conflict between Western thinking and divine justice is the blame game. It is a peculiar sense of Western mythology that you can hold other people accountable on the basis of your sense of loss. Who took/broke my stuff? Who is responsible for replacing it? We become vindictive and spiteful toward others on material grounds without a clue to the moral questions. This approach sees only the lowest level of moral consideration, and asserts a false moral valuation even there. This business of “justice” defined as forcing someone to “pay their debt to society” is peculiar to the West. It is not in the Bible, though Westerners read it back into the Bible narrative.

And it’s a peculiarly Western response to throw up a false dichotomy: “So we should just dismiss restitution?” The question comes with vocal tones and dramatic posturing that is calculated to provoke a highly emotional reaction, dismissive of the suggestion as somehow evil. Binary thinking is burned into Western culture. Biblical moral reasoning compares favorably to the notion of quantum reasoning that is not bound to binary choices and singular threads of calculus. It’s not a bad figure of speech to get folks to move beyond the mental prison. The answer to that spiteful question about restitution is warning people to stop acting as if some kind of loss promotes them to the status of a deity who must be satisfied. Suffering does not gain you virtue and privilege.

The divine moral approach is not to demand what we might imagine that we deserve, but to seek what God had in mind for our response. Don’t assume it has to make sense on a human level of reasoning. Have you ever noticed that in Western political theories, everything hinges on rights concerning material property? Libertarians revere individual ownership as the ultimate deciding factor. Conservatives simply add into that a broader community loyalty. Liberals fluff about some kind of imaginary justice on a broader “human rights” scale, and socialists tend to agree for the sake of managing property. Communists simply hand the bureaucratic state all power and assert that it will turn out for the better. Some of those groups pretend to care about people, but none of them cares about a morality that is rooted above the material plane. Divine justice clings to a higher moral consideration that sees material property as mere tools, as leverage to a greater question of the One who made all things. Creation is fundamentally feudal in essence, but it’s an Ancient Near Eastern feudalism.

And by no means do we imagine that everyone will come up with the same answer from their communion with the same God. Not because those who disagree with us are perverse, but because God is too mysterious for us to grasp. We are truly fortunate that we know what He demands of us individually; the burden of negotiating with others remains a primary mission from God. We should presume that other folks will see it differently because God demands that we devote more attention to that social stability, and not worry so much about the stuff itself. In other words, it’s not the outcome but the process. The “goal” is in the just negotiation process, not the final decision made by humans in concert. “Divine justice” is a term that refers to the commitment, never mind the outcomes.

You might find Westerners paying lip service to those words, but the fundamental frame of reference and resulting actions show they don’t believe them.

The process of divine justice includes varying levels of provisional cooperation, a dynamic and living organism of a shared existence that is never static. Seeking stasis is a perverted desire of the fleshly mind playing god. Social stability is not static in the biblical mind, but a living and active thing that pulls on all our resources and then some. The joy of living in Christ is the power to give and suffer and take and bless and… It has nothing to do with making sense of things according to reason. We don’t need a resolution that is intellectually satisfying; we need no resolution at all. Tension is not evil, despite being uncomfortable. The heart looks for some kind of harmony in the making of music, but the song never ends.

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Defacto ANE Family

The original first churches under the leadership of Jesus’ disciples were defacto Hebrew families.

Consider the historical cultural context. The Hebrew people lived under ANE feudalism. Their immediate government was their family, and any higher political power was obliged to work through whomever was head of the extended family household, up through clan chiefs, etc. Over centuries the tightly knit structure suffered a bit of dislocation, and by the time of the Exile, they realized they needed to replace the natural system based on DNA and intermarriage. So they came up with the synagogue, partly to fill the ritual needs for worship and study of the Law of Moses, but also to give that clan structure back to the people. This was their normal, not something imposed on them; they felt lost without it. There was a sense in which, lacking a genuine kinsman to whom you could give your allegiance, you could shift your allegiance by covenant to someone else as your kinsman-in-effect. They would all adopt each other under a covenant according to ancient rituals and customs going back too far to trace.

In the Nation of Israel, your elders were heads of various levels of this family organization, whereas your priests were always members of the priestly tribe. Priests were distant kin, but not family like your elder. Get the feel for this in your mind.

Christ came and in His teaching showed it was the end of the Covenant. The Priests had long since become secularized (see how the Sadducees tended to act), and Christ taught how that old order was dissolved. However, the basic structure of daily life did not die on the Cross. So you can imagine that the first churches that organized after the Pentecost simply followed the pattern of synagogue realignment into new extended family households, a clan in effect. The priestly function was taken up by pastors; in this case the Apostles were senior “priests” of this new world with their new small-scale political loyalties following that ancient pattern.

These “priests” had a cultural obligation to withdraw from too much of the family politics and allow the elders to run the show. The priests focused on full-time study, prayer and ritual stuff. This new covenant under Christ called for an awful lot of work to ensure they knew how to proceed.

We come to Acts 6 where the Hebraic Jews were the old home folks in Jerusalem already interconnected by a mass of common habits and political structures that Rome didn’t mess with. A lot of Jews born outside Palestine came for the annual Passover celebration and stayed around a month or so (if they could afford it) and many of these were also converted to Christ. Many felt obliged to do their best to join in the local social and political structure of these churches, but they were clearly outsiders without the proper reflexes. The locals already had their habits of mind tuned to this, while the Hellenistic Jews (Diaspora) were completely out of place. So while a few individuals and small households did okay, the business of taking care of the widows was not so simple.

Local Hebraic widows knew how to use the system and get themselves adopted under some elder’s care. The Diaspora widows were isolated and no one picked up the responsibility for them. “She ain’t in my household.” So the Apostles said that their time was already consumed with priestly stuff and these Diaspora folks needed to learn from the old synagogue system and just pull themselves together into households. If there’s one thing they had in common, it was their common alienation from the clannish local culture. So they formed seven households (“synagogues”) and selected elders to represent their interests. Don’t call those seven men “deacons” (attendants) — they were elders. They were the new first-echelon government for these Diaspora Jewish Christians.

I’m not going to suggest we have to ape this in every detail, but this shows the basic moral structure of how God made us to live together in churches.

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Answering 07: Paranoia

Again, we call it Christian Mysticism — with my eyes fixed on the Cross of Christ, I tell you in all seriousness that I find more kindred spirits among other types of mystics than I do among other types of Christians.

Less than a hundred meters from my front door is a tall iron fence. Within the cultural expectations of folks who live around here, you could examine the physical context of this fence and discern not so much it’s purpose as how it restricts your choices. You can probably guess that this fence is not now what it once was, because a pedestrian gate has been completely removed and the gap left open. There is evidence of heavy human traffic across the ground through that gateway. Next to it is a vehicle gate the is locked and somewhat rusted. So you can figure that pedestrian access is open, but vehicle access is not. You aren’t kept out, only your motor vehicle.

The business with fencing falls under the broad term of “physical security.” We imagine that a computer firewall serves as “cyber security” as a figure of speech. In our minds we tend to erect fences between things we can tolerate and things we cannot. A fence is passive security; it doesn’t require your constant attention. It probably does require some attention, in terms of placement and maintenance, because threats are seldom static. But we use a fence to prevent having to invest energy in a highly active defense against threats. At the least, it will slow the attack, and perhaps make the threat itself somewhat vulnerable.

A major element is asking the question: What constitutes a threat? A closely related question is assessing the vulnerability of what you guard.

In a post on my other blog, I referred to the increasing tendency of public schools to treat even parents of the students as a threat to the children as a whole. Actually, it’s not a matter of threat to the children, but a threat to the bureaucratic control over those children. Despite the propaganda, the school officials are not protecting the kids from anything. The kids are just the excuse for creating an adversarial atmosphere. The school officials are genuinely convinced that this conforms to reality. In their minds, parents have gotten increasingly wacko, exhibiting a declining competence at parenting, and seriously in need of their professional guidance.

This is not merely a question of risk analysis. I can point to a body of scientific research behind the business of risk analysis. Insurance companies rely on it heavily to make a profit. They calculate the broad net costs of prevention against loss, and set policy rates based on the estimated risk assessment measured in terms of money. Figured in is the cost of labor as well as physical property. Risk analysis builds on assumptions that it cannot supply of itself. Those assumptions arise from a valuation of what actually matters. Insurance reduces this question to a monetary figure, even as insurance companies train their agents to handle the highly emotional response of people who invested a value in something that cannot be be measured in monetary prices.

Companies that calculate on sentimental values simply charge a whole lot more coverage. They are assessing the fear of loss, which is frankly the real human value of just about everything in this world.

The bureaucratic hive-mind is founded entirely upon fear. A single emotionally painful anecdote outweighs ten million harmless transactions. The valuative price of terror is higher than the actual replacement costs of everything upon which the system relies. That is the nature of bureaucracy. There will be hell to pay from your superiors if you let just one thing slip, so you are actively prodded to build excessive security that makes everyone else your enemy. It serves in part as a self-fulfilling procedure, because the barriers create resentment and hostility that appears to justify their existence.

It’s cancerous. I can recall some years ago passing through law enforcement training that specifically aimed at deescalating tension. Today we see evidence that such training is rare, because police are now trained to demand total, degrading, dehumanizing submission at all costs. They are quick to pull the trigger these days. How do you make sense of shooting someone who is attempting to commit suicide? This represents the deepening paranoia of bureaucratic demand for total submission.

All of this reflects the Curse of the Fall; it is not a part of redemption.

If my fundamental frame of reference is the cultural fearfulness of bureaucratic systems, then God is frightening. Western Civilization draws upon a mythology whose chief deity is a grouchy sonuvabitch who torments people for his amusement. He bears no resemblance to the God of the Bible. Yet Western minds read that grouchy SOB back into the Bible. They tend to operate from the same bureaucratic fearfulness that characterizes the principle who called the police on a parent who walked into the school building to meet and escort his children out. To varying degrees, Western churches buy into this mindset when developing their theology and practice. They build all kinds of exclusionary barriers and refuse to explore what’s outside that fence.

It shows up in the work of Bible translation. Word choices are culturally derived, and a team of translators working with the the collected body of manuscripts that represent what’s left of the original texts of Scripture can make some horrific mistakes because they are working within that frame of reference. Despite what they might say about fresh rendering, they still work from the grounds of historic Western Christian religion that was long ago captured by secular concerns. They read that paranoid exclusivity back into the Law of Moses, for example. Blame it on the success of the Judaizers: Christian translators have bought into the fraudulent legalism of the Pharisaical Judaism that has radically perverted the ancient Hebrew mindset. Hebrew intellectual traditions presumed a heart-led orientation, and Pharisaism flatly denies it is possible, much less desirable. Never confuse any English translation with revelation itself.

What kind of evangelism is it that demands submission, despite the nicey-nicey covering? If you think about it, religious and cultural liberalism is loaded with its own paranoid demands for submission. What are you not permitted to criticize? Christ did not call sinners to a life of paranoid middle-class American culture. How can I reflect my Father’s glory if I deceive the world about His moral character? Self-deception does not excuse being deceived; it only makes you more culpable. The only reason we have so many people who prefer a non-Christian approach is that some part of them senses it’s not the real thing.

No, it’s not black or white. Only Westerners think that way. The God of the Bible portrayed Himself as One who grants divine privileges according to the measure of commitment. When some disciple of Aleister Crowley can cite a moral understanding consistent with the ancient Hebrew religion (some of them do just that), contrasted against mainstream Christians whose morality arises almost entirely from the likes of Beowulf, don’t tell me that such a disciple is my enemy. Paul flatly says in Romans that pagans can rightly discern God’s moral character from nature. We should expect them to mix in some moral confusion, if only because today they are looking for a path that is outside a mainstream Christian religion that is so obviously immoral. Creation itself witnesses to their hearts that bureaucratic paranoid exclusion is not right.

The power of my Savior’s blood and resurrection compels me to walk through any valley of death to seek souls hungry for the message of mercy and grace.

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