This is the record of my recent rising, woken by the shaking of the Capitol.
Is there anything that is required of me?
Well, Joshua, you could write.
In other times, men first witnessed, and then they testified of what they saw, and reflected upon the meaning of it. Now, we testify the witness. The old way is this, first, consider thy speech. So, L-rd, in your name, and with your blessing, I need to offer up this for consideration.
It’s Monday, January 11, 2021, five days after “Wednesday”, as some are calling it – fitting enough. Remember Wednesday – never forget. Humorous, ominous. 9/11 was, of course, Tuesday (Tyr’s day, Mars’ day), another day of war. And, of course, next comes Thor’s day – twenty more years? Maybe. 2041. Lines up, but that’s not why I’m writing.
Today is also the day after COVID was found in my mother in law’s nursing home – hasn’t yet hit the news. Around the time Mainecare may be taking over and the cost of her care is “out of our hands.” Right now, I should be grading – I will be grading – but it just seems like this is actually what I should be doing.
I just heard Ken Graves at Calvary Chapel in Maine use his sermon to remind his people of the covenant Washington made at the first inauguration, placing his hand on Deuteronomy 28 with the blessings and the curses upon Israel, that their blessings and their curses would be for us our blessings and our curses.
Then his sermon made a segue – hardly missing a beat – to his church and their brave defiance of the usurpation of authority by those who “capitalize on the pandemic” -that our religious freedom was taken, and most often, forfeited, to the godless powers that be. He ddi this without a pause to consider that it may be exactly this defiance which is the curse (“Behold, the days come, saith the Lord G-d, that I will send a famine in the land, not a famine of bread, nor a thirst for water, but of hearing the words of the L-RD.” Amos 8:11).
Christ, whom I follow, did not resist when betrayed by his own and offered up to the godless empire. Famously, after healing the wound inflicted by Peter, his most devoted and double-minded disciple, He said, “Suffer ye thus far.” In plain English, or even plain Trumpian – “Trust the Plan.” Not the Presidents plan for his own eternal authority, Caesar’s dream of eternal rule in Rome, his eternal city, but our L-rd’s plan of salvation under His authority, in His city.
Yet, some feel not only entitled but even obligated to resist lawful authority in His, and the President’s, name. Some feel entitled, and perhaps obligated, to storm our own centers of power, that lawlessness may endure in freedom’s name. When will we both hear and understand, see and perceive (Mark 4:12)? How long, L-rd, how long?
Of course, then I post that. Silence will come, but perhaps now is a good time for truth. Now I just need to listen to Him and love the source of any wisdom I may have, or even it’s apparent immediate result. Soil, after all, expresses no gratitude for the seeds planted in it. It’s always the yielding that provides the fruit.
Do you really want to be saved? All progress will be lost.
The post surfaced, was perhaps noticed, left unmolested, and submerged into the archive. I am slowly learning that the rebellion is deeply organized – we speak obediently, act obediently, think obediently, without will or intent. Natural as staying in the lane, scrolling our playlists, sipping corporate coffee with organic milk. It is only when our obedience shifts that there is even a ripple of actual discontent. Then we try to put the old skills to use – only to find they have no real bearing. So, we continue to rebel, lacking any authority to do so, or even an authority to resist – having been quite deeply deauthorized. In the wilderness, I wander, moving when I am moved – in the night by what I see, in the day by what I don’t.
What do I see, but the consuming fire, moving my tabernacle to His pillar of flame? A man with a house in search of a fire, hoping it’s Him.