Crazyville

Can we talk? Frankly?

Perhaps you were too busy to notice but the world is coming apart at the seams.

Every morning I read the headlines with amazement. Just when I think it can’t get worse I discover how wrong I am. I say - How could this happen? How can this be? What happened to common sense, reason and logic? Why are the inmates suddenly in positions of power and in control of the asylum?

I keep hoping I’m just asleep, though tossing and turning, trapped in a nightmare. Wake up! I urge my conscious mind. But alas I must admit I am wide awake and witnessing, in real time, the fast track decline of civilization. The question torments me - how much longer, Lord? How much worse will it have to spiral down before it gets better?

The clear and present danger of ‘much worse’ has altered my prayer life quite a bit nowadays. Mostly I find I am pleading for deliverance from evil but I know that expectation of deliverance must be prefaced with repentance, so I do that too. I search for dark bits of self that hide in my soul, disguised as fake righteousness. I’m mining deep because it is critical. Modern humanistic Christianity avoids any such state of humility or emptying of self. It’s just too severe. Too demanding. Too painful. Unfortunately, without it we can’t expect to be sheltered or rescued from the evil dressed up like goodness that is now unleashed on us. 

Just to review - God is good all the time, only He is righteous. But He calls the shots, whether we like it or not.

It’s not as though I didn’t know this day was coming. My mother had an end days vision when I was only nine that changed everything for us, as a family, and me, as a Christian. Sixty years hence from that turning point I have resided here on earth as a visitor, like a stranger in a foreign land. I participated without completely buying in, but I also compromised here and there in order to ‘fit’ or perhaps, being honest, to simply not stand out. Pariah is not an easy yoke to bear.

There comes a day, though, when we are called to come out, to take a stand, even when it might mean the separation of our heads from our shoulders. From the very beginning Christians have been warned they would suffer for His sake. What part of that do we not understand? There is no compromise that can change that. 

All this sounds so noble and, when the chips are not down, easy to say. But the game is coming to a heart stopping conclusion and more and more opportunities to just say no are forcing us to stop blending in for expediency sake. 

For this reason I am standing up and speaking out to say that my sister and I have committed to refusing to shop at Target. We like Target. We usually shop there at least once a week but we also like knowing that we are relatively safe entering a bathroom too. Such a silly thing. Right? What’s the big deal anyway. Can’t we just get along? Who cares if the risk is low of a predator dressing like a woman to enter a small space where a female young or old might be vulnerable to molestation? 

The big deal is that safety is such a big business nowadays, we are Regulation Nation ruled and regulated to death for the sake of SAFETY, except for this one absolute predictable going-to-happen eventuality. And for what? To hold sacred the feelings of a few at the real risk of danger to the many? Apparently the executives of Target are willing to ignore the risk and the potential law suits waiting to happen because the agenda is way more comprehensive than that and requires complicity. It’s conditioning for more diabolical things and has little if anything to do with civil rights. It is the apex of the cultural slippery slope. 

Given the pattern and formula that is so easy to follow, it’s not a stretch to see that this destruction will continue on, one unraveling seam at a time, quickly separating the whole into a ruinous heap. Count on it, soon there will be no restrictions to showers in schools or dressing rooms in department stores. At that point speaking out will be moot. Adults can choose not to shop or use bathrooms but school children have no such rights.

Here it is. The day of standing finally comes so I not only stand up I dare speak out. I know Target won’t miss my piddly amount of contribution to their annual sales reports but more to the point I also know that God sees and counts what mankind does not. 

I understand this is just a practice step. There will be more difficult calls to stand. But as they say, practice makes perfect.

Even so, come Lord Jesus.

For Him,

Meema

(Isaiah 5:20) Woe unto them that call evil good, and good evil; that put darkness for light, and light for darkness; that put bitter for sweet, and sweet for bitter!  (5:21) Woe unto them that are wise in their own eyes, and prudent in their own sight!