Exercising the Heart

Perhaps it’s not so hard for you, but some of us will need some extra time and effort regaining our connection to the sensory heart. It may also be a matter of learning to engage your heart in areas of life you hadn’t previously tried. I conducted a simple exercise; the consequences for failure of any kind would have been insignificant.

I enjoy tramping in the woods a great deal. Once section of wooded acreage near me was closed off a few years ago by armed hunters taking offense at my presence. It was a legal hunting lease. But there was another section just as easy to reach and I knew for certain there would be no legal hunting there. About the only thing I encounter there is the deer chased out of the hunting lease; deer aren’t that stupid. It’s the undeveloped portion of a very large housing development tract. After a decade they’ve used less than 20% of the property. The rest is not pure wilderness, but a regrowth from previous agricultural use. (Keep in mind that Central Oklahoma is experiencing an explosive growth of tree coverage in just the past few decades; this used to be mostly open grasslands.) You still find evidence of human habitation, but it’s decades old, such as crumbling concrete chunks poking out of the soil around the roots of trees. I’ve spoken to the owners and they really don’t care as long as I don’t disturb the homeowners or mess up their development plans. They’ll pretend not to know so they can avoid any kind of liability for me.

This is the right time of the year, since the predators and insects are quiescent. All I have to worry about is the chaotic growth of underbrush. The essential goal was wandering through this mess and surveying the terrain in an area where I really can’t get lost, though I could get disoriented to some degree because of the heavy cloud cover and canopy effect of the trees. Along the way, I’d like to prevent getting too scratched up by the likes of the numerous thorny vines and blackberry bushes, or otherwise injured. This is my Father’s world and He speaks in and through His creation. These aren’t like the trees in my yard that have actually adopted me, but still creatures of my Father’s hand. They don’t know me and aren’t likely to communicate much, if all, but my heart would still know something about this world on the level of cosmic moral balance. So while the woodlands might not help me, they also won’t hinder me or harm me. The Curse has been ameliorated in my life, and nature recognizes that.

No, I didn’t end up where I wanted. The woods won’t direct me in that manner, in part because there was no imperative from my Father to do so. I was wandering. I could have had GPS if it was absolutely necessary, but that wasn’t the objective. The whole point was exercising my mind’s subjection to my heart. Thus, whichever direction I wanted to go, my heart would help me find a route that was least difficult. I took the time to wait for my eyes to see a route. My heart knew what was morally necessary and offered nothing more. The rest was up to my mind. Just learning that kind of balance is a major personal victory. Our minds can dream up all sorts of things we really must have to satisfy logic and lust, but the heart independently decides what really matters before God.

So I did notice a lot of beauty and rejoiced in the worship offered by the land itself. The marks of human occupation were not an intrusion, but nature had simply adapted and continued doing what it always did. Different types of reshaping in the land resulted in varying opportunities for regrowth of this or that foliage. By letting my heart lead, my conscious mind was quite entertained by what I saw. At some point, it was time to come out of the woods, regardless which direction. I ended up near a clearing along the fence. With a bit of patience, I recognized a place where the structure of the fence could bear my weight and I could climb over without damage or risk to myself. Trudging home along the road, I realized this was the first time I had plowed through so much foliage with no injuries or torn clothing. Not so much as a thorn scratch on my hide.

My heart rejoiced and my mind sang along. This sort of thing is highly addictive once you try it. Not the tramping through the woods; I’ve always done that and would naturally continue so long as my limbs and awareness could work together and make it happen. But putting the heart in charge of the things it knew best made it a worship experience.

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Two-Fisted Prayer

With one hand we keep a grip on the anchor of our souls; the other reaches out to seize the world with redemptive power.

Let’s remind ourselves that faith is a synonym for commitment and trust. In this case, we place our faith in God — we are committed to His glory and trust His power and compassion.

On the one hand, we must tune up our souls. We do that by making our minds subservient to the heart. The heart in the Bible is the seat of the will, the part of us that decides and commits. We commit our hearts to God and His glory. Of all people, I would be the first to empathize with how hard it is to dismiss from the residual beliefs of Western Christianity that hidden image of God as the grouchy old Norse deity. The ugly fear is rooted deep and it’s wholly wrong. God’s glory is our best interest, and His revelation through His Law Covenants represent the very best this life can offer. So with a heart committed to His glory, we embrace the idea that His glory is good, kind, merciful and sweet.

His divine empathy sweetens the power of His sword to cut away the cancer of sin. We embrace His wrath because it is our best friend in this life. The fire of condemnation will burn away our contrary ways and leave us only with a desire to hug the Cross, because it comes fully equipped with a luxurious empty tomb stained with His blood plus a stirrup to mount up on the clouds. So the storms of life are nothing but a divine Jacuzzi to soak away your ills.

Get a grip, folks. Prayer begins with begging God to fix your wants and desires to match His truth. Build your whole orientation as a matrix standing on His calling in your life. Without that divine drive to bring Him glory in some way characteristic of you personally, you don’t have room to pray for anything else. Ask God to teach you what will bring Him glory; you’d be surprised how much of it rests on you claiming your piece of the pie. Not in some gratuitous dog-shit prosperity gospel, but in a genuine and sane evaluation of what He says you have to have to serve Him. Once you feel certain you know what God wants from you in this moment, your grip on the anchor is strong.

On the other hand, you can ask God to open your heart in the search for things to redeem in your world. It’s not a question of how bad you want something, but whither your heart will lead you.

I have a pretty big advantage over many folks reading this: That military experience taught me to do without a lot of human comforts. You spend a whole month wallowing in a rocky high savanna with frosty winter winds whipping you day and night, sleeping on the ground or in aging tents crowded with way too many other stinking bodies, eating whatever someone decided to bring you. Then do it again, a couple of times each year, if not more. I hated it then, but I would not trade the experience for anything now. It has made me quick to discard stuff that simply weighs me down without offering much blessing. I was young and my body was more tolerant then, but it’s my soul that is ready for the big adventures in life these days.

So it came to my attention that I could use a pair of work boots. My anchoring hand knew that I would have to scour the thrift stores to find something I could afford. My reaching hand found them. I would walk in to some particular store and let my heart speak to the rack of footgear on display. If nothing grabbed me, I might look at a few pairs, but I knew none of them were right. Finally I walked into one place and my heart knew — it could hear the boots calling me. God had tagged them for me. Silly? No, that’s how prayer works. You can come up with your own imagery, but I’m telling you this is how we are designed.

Further, my heart tells me that in the near future I’ll need to give some stuff away, some of it relatively valuable. It’s all tagged for someone God wants to have it for His glory. I may not know what it is cognitively, but my heart knows I will have a surplus to share soon, and that is every bit as important as getting stuff I need. Just as willing diligence brought me to a place where God’s provision called out to me, so the provision I have will tell me to whom I should give them. All Creation is but a disposable tool for His glory.

It’s not about the stuff, but how the stuff serves the glory of the Lord. That’s prayer, that’s redemption, that’s faith.

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Psalm 29

In Israel, politics was never just politics. The Covenant was a suzerain-vassal treaty, a very personal covenant, making Israel in effect a tributary to Jehovah Himself. Idolatry was treason, and very often treason arose from idolatry. It has been widely noted that, up until the Exile, common Israelis suffered a very typical superstition that simply could not accommodate the notion that there was but one deity. While Moses flatly declared that there was no God but Jehovah, you can be sure this was considered a political elitist pronouncement in the minds of most Israelis.

In David’s time, plenty of powerful folks, even a good number of priests, might harbor the suspicion or superstition that there were many gods and each controlled various aspects of our natural existence here on earth. Thus, in their minds this and other psalms would be viewed with some cynicism. Only with the advent of near universal education under the control of the synagogue system in Babylonian Exile did the broad element of superstition fade from Israeli life.

This psalm is widely recognized as an attack on the worship of Baals. Because the broad undercurrent of superstition and the similarity of rituals, the temptation to include Baal worship in private religious life was quite strong. So while they didn’t mind engaging rituals to appease their national god, it was very popular to cover their bets by also making offerings at ancient or private shrines to Baal. The most popular manifestation of this idolatry credited Baal with controlling storms. Thus, this psalm attempts to correct such a notion.

If David can’t get the people to realize it, he can surely get all the hosts of Heaven to declare there was but one God. They certainly knew it, so any countering notions were silly. As Creator, it’s impossible to imagine He is not also complete master of all things. So there is no competition; Jehovah owns, not just the storms, but every droplet of water on the planet. And not just the occasional squall and rain, but God could easily uproot the massive cedars of Lebanon like flowers in a garden. He make the very ground bounce like a playful calf just by His voice. With each line David calls on listeners to realize there can be no competing deity taking charge of any part of creation. Don’t fear the claims of the many false deities. If there were any other beings in the Spirit Realm like the Baals, they knew that they were no challenge to Jehovah.

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CentOS and SL: Netinstall Shortcut

This is just a short item that can save you some time and bandwidth.

Using the netinstall disk from any RHEL 7.x clone requires you have already the mirror from which you plan to install the packages. From the install page, you select the source and choose to input an URL, typically in the following format:

http://centos.mirror.lstn.net/7/os/x86_64/

What you’ll get is the most recent release with no updates. To avoid having to process some 200+ updated upon logging into your desktop, you can also use an additional repo URL, and it can be the update folder on the same server:

http://centos.mirror.lstn.net/7/updates/x86_64/

The installer processes the updates list and grabs them on-the-fly. Result: Your installation is already updated and current.

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Moral Down Payment

Do you suppose the grass sang when His resurrected feet trod the ground of the garden where He had been buried?

Given the recent months of teaching here, consider again what Paul says about Creation and the Fall:

For the creation eagerly waits for the revelation of the sons of God. For the creation was subjected to futility — not willingly but because of God who subjected it — in hope that the creation itself will also be set free from the bondage of decay into the glorious freedom of God’s children. For we know that the whole creation groans and suffers together until now. Not only this, but we ourselves also, who have the firstfruits of the Spirit, groan inwardly as we eagerly await our adoption, the redemption of our bodies. (Romans 8:19-23 NET)

We can argue about precise meaning of Greek wording here, but you have to remember that Paul still thinks in Hebrew. More, it’s a the Ancient Hebrew perspective renewed under the influence of his personal education with the risen Christ. We have only a sketchy idea what Paul experienced during those three years in Arabian seclusion, but how would one describe a direct encounter with the Savior? This was an extended period of daily Presence in which Paul had to reevaluate the whole of his rabbinical education in light of divine glory.

Creation experiences a partial redemption whenever any one of us comes free from Western intellectual influences and experiences God’s divine Presence in the heart. When the heart awakens to its full sensory faculties, we are reconnected to some of what Adam had in the Garden. We cannot hope to understand intellectually what the heart knows about a universe that is actually alive and conscious on some level. Even if this is all just metaphor, we are wholly changed when we embrace whatever ineffable truth is behind that metaphor.

God subjected Creation to the Fall simply because its sole purpose is serving as a nest for our human condition. We are surely unable to fully comprehend why God created a place for us, what is His ultimate purpose in deciding He wanted people. What we do understand is the emphatic assertion that we are the purpose for the universe, so far as we are ever likely to understand anything. We are to treat the universe as our rightful domain on this level of existence. We need only properly understand how to assert that dominion.

It comes by opening up the mind to serve the heart, because the heart is the only human faculty capable of reconnecting to the universe directly. Creation joins in calling out to us all day long to hear with our hearts. A primary symptom of full awakening is that you begin to sense the living world around you directly, but that your mind only gains access second-hand. Instead of silly cathexis, the Devil’s artificial perversion of genuine love, you experience the agape faculty that God designed for us. Cathexis is, at best, just icing on the cake, not the substance of what really matters.

This is what Paul calls the “glorious freedom of God’s children.” Several other places in the New Testament remind us that we have a part of that, a down payment or earnest bond (try Hebrews 6, for instance), during this time on the fallen plane of existence through embracing His Laws in the Person of Christ. That moral awareness is the Presence and character of our Creator — it was there all along, but now we can see it and let it use us.

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Of Trees and Technology (Updated)

I don’t take myself that seriously, so if you are amused, I’ll laugh along with you.

So, for example, as a pretty serious woodsman with hand tools, you should not be surprised if I tell you that trees talk to me. Not in terms of language with cognitive content, but through my empathy and in my heart. They speak of acknowledgment to me, but even more is that they all speak of God’s glory. Some trees have adopted me, actually calling for my attention. By coming into friendly physical contact with them, they help my bad shoulder feel better, improving my ax strokes. Yeah, I’m a wacko tree hugger, even hugging the ones I have to cut down.

Oh, and I hear similar praise for my Father from the grass and weeds in the yard. And birds always sing praises to God. At least, that’s what I hear.

I’ve changed computer OSes again. Did it ever occur to you this is not just a good way to experiment and learn, but it also keeps the government spying agencies on their toes? Not long ago, they found a couple of ways that Linux can have spyware, though it’s quite rare and targeted. So my frequent changing teaches me, if nothing else, how to wipe the system and preserve my data. I’m really good with personal data backups and even better with installation issues people face.

So today I’m running OpenSUSE 13.2 — I haven’t messed with SUSE much in recent years. Like most Linux hobbyists, I used Red Hat some back in the late 1990s because it was the easiest thing to get. However, I soon discovered SUSE and liked it much better. During the time when Novell owned the company, SUSE lost a lot of user appeal, with way too much emphasis on the corporate market. There were only a couple of decent releases and the rest were buggy crap. That period of controversy over their business deals with Microsoft didn’t bother me nearly so much as the continued bugginess. Once they broke free and regained some independence, the quality slowly climbed back up. The current release represents what they are capable of when allowed to do their own work. I was having enough trouble with Debian to decide this was a good time for a test drive.

I also elected to stick with the 32-bit version. The difference is marginal, and I’m not suggesting it’s a bad idea to go with the new trend in making things all 64-bit. Unfortunately, there are plenty of projects that are important to my work that don’t work in 64-bit. Thus, the scale is ever-so-slightly tipped in favor with staying in legacy mode.

I’m also still using XFCE because I can’t tolerate other desktops any more. Fortunately, SUSE makes it an option during installation, and it’s fully fitted with all the necessary SUSE system management facilities. However, whoever manages this part of SUSE’s software needs an attitude adjustment. They insist on forcing you to accept their bad defaults for things like the panel. Used to, you could login the first time, delete your configs, logout and come back in with the generic XFCE defaults. Now the system simply regenerates the bad SUSE styling by default. So it takes a bit of fixing to put things where they belong. Look, buttheads at SUSE: People who use XFCE are not idiots who need hand-holding. We chose XFCE because we do not like that newbie-oriented hand-holding shit. (Open Source developers are notoriously anti-user. When someone forces them to consider the user, they still don’t understand the concept of accommodating ordinary user wishes.)

I also now have access to an Android device. As a writer, I naturally insisted on getting a keyboard for it. I ordered a folding keyboard that came in last night and I’ll be playing with it some today. For those of you amused by my computer technology stuff, you’ll start seeing some Android stuff soon. So, for example, on Android in particular, I am a huge fan of Opera. Both the regular browser and the old Opera Mini have their best use cases. The latter is a great way to just read stuff and it saves on your data transmission bandwidth. However, it tends to scale text down at odd times and it becomes unreadable.

There are precious few Linux tools ported over to Android, and some of those are not free. That means finding a different way to do the same stuff when it happens that the tablet is all I have with me. I’m not much for mere consumption of the Internet; if I can’t write and share my thoughts, I have no use for Net devices.

Thanks for stopping by to share a laugh with me.

Update: If you are going to use XFCE, I recommend you follow this guide (scroll down a ways) and disable PulseAudio. While the controls will not be the same as pictured, the similarities should be sufficient for users to figure it out. Open YaST, select Sound, look for the “other” button and configure PulseAudio by turning it off. Log out and then log back in. Your sound should still work and you won’t run into oddball issues with PulseAudio doing stupid stuff with permissions.

However, I find the whole problem with fonts isn’t just a little challenging. If you use the Infinality system, it will never be better than what you get with Win7, and anything running in WINE looks awful. If you use the Muzlocker trick, it breaks too many essential system libraries. If you just leave it alone, you may be able to tolerate it, but I got a headache just looking at it. I don’t think I’ll ever understand why SUSE makes it so damned complicated for the ordinary user to reverse their choice to cripple font rendering. Nobody else makes it that hard.

So I’m back to using Scientific Linux.

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Sexual Identity and the Big Picture

The Curse in Genesis 3 is universal, covering the entire expanse of human concerns because it binds the whole universe. If nothing else, we know that time-space limitations affect only the fallen plane of existence. We were not designed for this, and a part of us knows it. The tension between what we experience in this fallen state against what something deep inside tells us is our birthright is sufficient notice that we need redemption. We know instinctively we are in prison; the question is how to deal with that.

Note how the imagery in the Bible indicates the fundamental nature of each gender’s curse. This highly symbolic and abbreviated mention points out the answer to our fundamental needs. The preacher then compares that with our broad social awareness and tries to show the path out of the Curse. We exit this life triumphant when we have done all that humans can do with God’s illumination and power in the revelation of His character. So the question before us is how we — male and female — handle the mess we are in when born under this curse.

Wallowing in the Fall is an answer. It is the answer chosen by most of humanity, to one degree or another, and the very foundation of Western Civilization. Ours is the anomaly in human existence; all other civilizations took for granted that there was an escape and that it was worthy of our highest aspirations and efforts. This is why I say that discovering universal moral truth is the only proper focus of human searching. The West is the first to avoid that question entirely, striving only to make the most of our fallen existence by asserting forcefully that this all we could possibly have. Whatever passes for higher aspirations in the West is just a better version of our fallen state.

The Curse assumes the worst in the sense that, since Adam and Eve would not stick to their callings, they were not permitted the instinctive knowledge of moral truth. Adam started out in union and communion with nature, able to manage as God’s representative by His moral authority. Since he refused to guard that treasure, it was taken from him and he was left to face nature with barely enough leisure to consider his folly. But it was enough, because God knows our capabilities — He designed us. Our whining is entirely unjustified. While we are here in this world, we can seize upon at least a taste of eternal redemption by embracing the revelation of God. For men, a little more love means a little less sweat. Fundamental to a man’s redemption is learning the empathy that reconnects us with the universe as a living moral entity. We as men are the ones guilty for not guarding that communion; we are the ones who brought the universe under the Curse. It only fights us because we don’t love it enough to sacrifice and redeem it. God gives us a chance to begin the long journey walking back up the path to Eden and redemption of all things.

For a woman to find redemption is learning to negotiate with her man. Eve made an executive decision way out of her reach. Her damned lazy husband didn’t rise up to stop her, which is why the fundamental question for a woman is whether her man is strong enough to restrain the wildness of her weaker nature. His redemption is getting off his butt and taking charge; she’ll both love and hate that. It requires empathy from him to bear her confusion. It takes empathy from her to see what drives him and make the most of it. He offers something powerful enough to justify her surrender; she surrenders and commits in wild abandon. This is high moral truth.

There are exceptions for individuals in both women and men, but our human society was meant to be a collection of moral household dominions. The whole structure of Ancient Near Eastern feudalism is our human nature; this is what we are wired for and it is the path to redemption. The woman cannot take charge and assert her unique approach over the man’s. She is supposed to be somewhat materialistic in the concern for keeping life possible through structure and care. She is supposed to be distracted by caring for the kids and what human life requires. She is not supposed to assume that her instinct is God, but is from God as an input into the whole mission of God’s glory. She is wired to seek a mate who puts God’s glory first, and to commit herself to that mission. It’s all about the mission, and the man is God’s chosen steward for all final decisions. A woman’s redemption is negotiating with a man’s tendency to cast aside everything in pursuit of his vision. He cannot do it without her because he’ll discard essentials due to the narrowness of his vision. He needs reminding of the costs of having to replace essentials that an emergency might justify dropping.

Men are supposed to exclude certain considerations and allow their women to handle those things, but they are also supposed to include her by including her concerns, as well. Men are supposed to know that they cannot enslave their wives, but must accept her wholly, not stripped of inconvenient free will and aspirations as if she were a mere extension of his will. His empathy is how he does that. Her empathy is remembering that God put the man in charge, and he is not a mere extension of her nest-building imperative. Thus, the ultimate redemption of woman is negotiation, not demand. She is not an independent entity offering only contract services; she is owned and owns. It’s not about rights but feudal dominion. She is on the team and teamwork is the redemptive atmosphere. The struggle to preserve the union of two lives within the demands of the mission calling is the human ideal. It is the path to recovering universal morality — this is sexual identity.

What a man and woman negotiate in their division of labor in their own Garden of Eden is subject only to God’s approval. There are broad generalities, but it’s really down to how the man and woman want to conduct their household. From that basis, they then negotiate with their broader community. Ideally, their primary considerations would be within a faith community, but we all know how likely that is in our broken and profligate evil atmosphere in the West. It’s just barely possible in the ebb and flow of human events that we can build small communities of faith, but they only work so well as they reflect the proper overlap between fundamental moral principles and what’s literally possible.

Yes, we have to consider the prevailing culture and how we balance between avoiding contamination while intruding on their awareness with our faith. Sexual identity is tied up in all of that, because if you don’t understand the broader vision, you cannot understand the particulars.

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Pastoral Note: Changes

It’s not for me to say whether, or how, it will affect any of you, dear readers and parishioners. For me, there are changes. In ways large and small, we live in the time of Peleg again (Genesis 10:25). It’s a delicious Hebrew understatement about the days of Peleg; it was the days when the tectonic plates all shifted, shattering the primordial land masses to form our current continents.

I want you to understand something about the way I write for this blog. I was once a good ole Baptist preacher boy, faithful and true to that part of American culture. I knew something was wrong — lots of things — but I figured it was me. I just needed to knuckle down and obey the rules. But I couldn’t, and didn’t, and the system refused to take me seriously even when I did. I drifted through a few other denominational groups before I realized I didn’t belong to any of them. I could still work with certain organizations here and there, but I didn’t belong in the system. Many small steps mixed with a few big leaps, and I left the system altogether. Some ties took longer to cut. And frankly, I believe there are a few left. I don’t cut until it becomes obvious it’s necessary.

Somewhere along the path, my soul was liberated from a bondage of lies. I discovered that a lot of truth was already in me, but buried under deception. The Holy Spirit works that way. When He raises you to life, you get all of Him. You spend the rest of your days here on earth discovering what He is for you, plunging into the Realm of the Spirit to find the path marked with your DNA. With the help of others I meet here and in meat space, I discover more of the path, more of the spiritual land I’m supposed to occupy for His glory. The truth was there inside of me all along; I just had to discover it. So when someone presents something that God intends be part of my soul, it’s simply a matter of recognizing the truth.

This blog is the narrative of my discovery. Sometimes I wonder if what I am trying to get across actually comes out my words. As I noted previously, all I can do is try to describe what I experience, in hopes that some of it might sound familiar to you, too. Some of what I’ve written in the past couple of weeks are fresh discoveries. Sometimes I discover the truth in the writings of others; sometimes I discover it in their questions. It’s been there all along, but until you bump the trash aside, intentionally or accidentally, I might not have bothered to explore that issue. Sometimes I discover stuff while I am in the process of writing it. Poking around in my soul, trying to find the right words or the right image, itself tends to open up surprises. Yet it always seem so obviously consistent with what I already have.

Some of you drew close when my story sounded like yours. When I moved too far away, you left or simply stopped paying attention. It was a joy to share that moment with you. My life is better for that moment of overlap. Whether or not I have warm feelings for you is another matter; God lets nothing pass over me that isn’t in His best interest. And what serves His interest is my interest by definition. Stay with me as long as He uses me to bless you. Move on when that doesn’t happen any more. That is only good and morally right.

As you might expect, the same is true of non-human influences, too. It’s also true of politics, economics, etc. Peleg saw an entirely new landscape between his birth and death. But even if I experienced the same thing literally, I can tell you it’s much more important to note that my world figuratively is being transformed before my eyes. I won’t bore you with the thousands of little things that changed with our without my fingerprints, but the changes are mandated by a higher power. Some of what I’ve discovered recently has fit me for a different mission. I have only vague notions of what that looks like, but the operations in my heart are huge and my brain just hasn’t quite caught onto it all.

So here is Brother Ed warning you: I don’t know what’s coming, but it’s huge. I don’t anticipate this blog going away. I do anticipate you’ll notice big changes for me. I cannot imagine how some of you will escape experiencing some of it in your own lives. Maybe you’ve already begun to notice. As always, I’m here for you.

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The Distaff Problem

The key to reclaiming biblical manhood lies first in teaching your mind to obey your heart, and developing a genuine masculine tenderness and empathy. Women have their own kind of empathy. You would expect some overlap in effects, but the fundamental resonance of the heart is different for women.

Our society has no problem with women having empathy. Indeed, our society only allows men to have it when they are effeminate, or at least tamed and boyish. This is consistent with the feminist mythology that men can never be anything more than boys, that their moral development stops at the threshold of puberty. Feminist orthodoxy asserts there are no adult men, only boys that become dangerous. Women are the only adults on the planet. Thus, men are acceptable only when they are sufficiently feminine.

Of course, this mythology fails when the individual female finds one irresistible because he’s just too manly. So the woman will do a lot of self-justification and personality contortions to absorb the thrill. Chances are, a part of what makes him manly in our culture is his lack any real concern for her in the first place, so at some point things will break. She’ll start pushing him to fit the myth and he’ll resist, sneer, or simply disappear. This serves only to justify her mythology until the next time.

We can only guess how the modern feminist will react to a spiritual man with a shepherd’s commitment and empathy. However, it’s all too likely his heart will warn him off and he won’t take seriously any overtures or criticisms. She’s just another very lost sheep.

It’s just as hard for a woman to travel the long distance to truth as for men, but the struggle is entirely different. Western Civilization has formally institutionalized the Curse:

I will greatly increase your labor pains; with pain you will give birth to children. You will want to control your husband, but he will dominate you. (Genesis 3:16 NET)

Keep in the mind the nature of this passage within the context of Hebrew language. There is an obvious meaning and this is a pretty good translation into English, but the symbolism is even more important, because it speaks on multiple simultaneous levels. The obvious point is that conflict is a default feature not easily overcome. The nature of the conflict will be her instinct to control elements of the relationship not delivered by God under her dominion.

Yes, godly women are meant to hold a measure of dominion. Characterizations popular in our culture, even among mainstream Christians, is woefully misleading. The whole point is not defining her dominion, but establishing the nature of teamwork as the basis for defining one that fits the team in question. That women are essential to the process of human government, from the nuclear family household all the way up to empire, is simply too obvious. Eve did not start out in the garden as mere arm-candy and pleasure unit.

Rather, the curse assures us that in our fallen state, every woman has an instinct to have a man, but will want to control elements of this union for which God did not equip her. She may well succeed in gaining that control, but it will be contrary to cosmic moral harmony.

But only in the broadest terms is her proper dominion defined in Scripture. We are given the image of nest-builder. While the Law of Moses is fairly precise in some ways, we need to remember that it’s contextual precision. We have to see through the particulars to understand the moral abstractions. What does her man, her clan, her tribe and nation need from her? What part of the vast labors are to be divided to her? She must have some say in this, but she will not always get her way.

Indeed, it is modern feminism that strives so hard to regulate and define a priori what men must allow globally — total control of anything she wants. She always gets her way, but only if her way is consistent with the orthodox mythology. For a bludgeon she uses the power of the secular state in the most intrusive details, and best from a state that is dominated by female presence. Let the men do the dirty work of enforcement, particularly against the impetuous boy-men to whom the women are linked by marriage or other forms of social control.

Yeah, there’s some serious female empathy there. It’s not hard to see that the entire range of materialistic, conformist, middle-class secular state evils arise largely from feminist dominance. In this, we can honestly blame women for the mess, but more accurately, it’s the feminine fallen nature.

Addenda: In a certain sense, Western men will always be little boys. That’s the nature of Western manhood, like Adam, to go along with Eve’s mistakes. That’s where we share the blame.

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Quantum Empathy

This is just a side note, not part of the current series on sexual identity.

Recall that the term “quantum” refers to the smallest possible increment of something. In science and technology it refers to working on things at the level of the smallest measurable particles, and takes advantage of the lowest level of measurable charges on those particles. By extension, the term means the lowest level of something, getting down to the fundamental meaning of things. Thus, in philosophical terms, “quantum” means the root nature of the thing itself so that we can re-evaluate the implications on a higher level. Too often we rip through our conversations with little or no connection to the basic concepts, and it’s seldom worse than conversations about faith and religion.

The root nature of empathy is having some sense of what the other person is feeling, and by implication, something of what they are thinking. Our Father revealed His character as fundamentally compassionate — “God is love.” His Son always seemed fully aware of the throngs and their general bewilderment at what they were taught by their national leaders versus what their hearts told them. Connected with the deep perversion of Jewish religion was the loss of Covenant blessings. Where were the promises of Jehovah? Didn’t the Books of Moses and other writings indicate life should have been different from what they lived? The dissonance was downright painful and Jesus knew His Father didn’t intend to fix things wholesale on the human level. He knew that the only path of redemption was entirely individual, one-on-one with the Creator.

The transition from national identity on earth to a divine identity in Heaven, and the recognition that they were most certainly not the same thing, was more than most Judeans would be able to handle. Israel never quite grasped the necessity of taking their truth to the whole world, but turned inward and jealously guarded it. The barrier was supposed to be the Flaming Sword of ultimate truth, not the simple outward rituals of entering the Covenant. It wasn’t just Jewish religion that rejected that truth, but something in human nature itself rejects it.

While that one-on-one with God was in the Law of Moses, it was buried under centuries of false teaching. It takes a small shelf of books to explain how the rabbinical schools had gotten so disastrously off course that they expected the Messiah to conquer all political entities on the earth and make Israel a global empire. The entire human race would serve Judeans as slaves and all the wealth and comfort imaginable would miraculously be theirs. That was a pretty wild perversion of the shalom God promised under the Law. Returning to the opulence of Eden was meant to be a symbol of better things in a higher realm of existence, not some kind of perverted personal hedonism of “heaven on earth.”

So when Christ came to correct all this, He and His teaching were rejected. The Jews demanded fulfillment of their fleshly appetites, not an escape from the prison of human lust. And it would take another small shelf of books to explain how that perversion was slipped into Christian teaching over a couple of centuries after the Ascension. But it is now a dominant influence on Western Christian thinking, because it merely puts a different paint job on the same materialism fundamental to the whole of Western Civilization.

Recovering just a tiny measure of that divine empathy Christ taught shatters the earth under our feet, because it demands a radical change in our basic thought processes. It makes us utterly alien to those around us. It should also make us fully conscious of how difficult it is for those around us to deal with what we could tell them, if only they could hear. We make no pretense of fixing organized religion. We damned sure don’t plan to change human politics. We count ourselves blessed if the Lord allows us to see a change in understanding in just a few, one or two here and there, as we follow Him through this world.

Quantum empathy includes giving people time and space to wallow in their chains of self-deception until the Lord awakens some recognition in them that they can be free just as we are free.

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