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Look up old friend
Watch the ruin of the beast
They sliced off His head
And rolled in His blood
And wrote on the walls
"We've escaped the big flood"
They signed a petition that marked out the ground
Saying, "This half is lost, and this half is found
He's to be tossed, she's to be crowned
And so on and so forth their future was bound.
- Steven Delopoulos, The Ruin of The Beast
Required reading: Titus 1:6-2:15
There are many voices all around us. Many men cry in the streets for one cause or another. Many others do their very best to silence them. There are lots of "ought to"'s and "should be"'s bouncing across the aisle from both directions. Slothful wards rant about the injustices of a corrupt system while itinerant idealists chew the fat of lazy cowards who will not sacrifice their iPhones and couches for our nation's infants. Pious priests in their own rights exert themselves to show that they are bastions of the socially awkward and dysfunctional reprobates, while vile sluggards point self-righteous fingers at their self-righteous fathers. Maleficent rulers busy themselves in heated demagoguery to right wrongs which no one truly suffers, and are all the more virtuous for doing so only in their own eyes. The common man is left dazed by a cumulative haze of fentanyl vapors, shaving cream rage, reverse social puritanism, and the streaming blood of infants which cries out as a standing testament to warrant for our very suffering of wrath. One pastor warns of the wiles of short sleeves and caffeinated coffee, and another stands against the dangerous regime of rules and regulations; neither care to preach Christ crucified for fear of concession. Everyone cries for blood, but goes back home, consumes some new vice, forgets their outrage, and goes back to their silence like the good citizen they have been told to be. Life in American society has became one big snickers commercial, and we are content in our passivity. "Just calm down. It's not as bad as you are making it our to be. You're not you when you haven't had your sintertainment."
We are in an era of feudal ideology. Everyone is following someone, even if they claim to make their own way. But it is feudal because there are so many voices for so many sides. Everyone and his brother has a podcast or webpage. Everyone is an author. Everyone is a vlogger or blogger. Everyone is preaching their own doctrines. Everyone has some new revelation or new discovery they they will trample you to convey. Like the men of Athens, we Americans are altogether "too religious". We have many religions and we would like to expound upon them all, even though we have no grasp of the subject matter and no one asked us to explain ourselves in the first place. There is no shortage of passionate oration. We are all speaking out, and that is a major contributor to our problem.
Virtue signaling is as rampant in conservatives as it is in liberals, but while liberals are pushing a lawless agenda and passing laws, conservatives are fixed to stupid cultural mores by choke collars which prevent them from doing anything but cowering in their corners with nothing left to do but deny the defeat which they are experiencing. Liberals signal their virtue by endorsing and sponsoring immorality, and they are succeeding on a grand scale. Conservatives signal their virtue by ranting, raving, begrudgingly voting, and maintaining a strictly defensive posture; all we do is mitigate the damage. We are so busy about being heard that we have blindly waltzed into the pit of vociferous ignorance. We can not communicate because no one will stop and listen. This is because we are firmly bound by cords of passivity. We can not visualize a righteous front which is successfully campaigning and offensively claiming ground, because we have not been exposed to one. Such successful movements in our society have been marginalized among conservative Christian circles because they go against the erroneous taboos we have developed, and they are sometimes demonized and usually altogether ignored by the liberal media. Meanwhile conservative voices continue to be little more than just voices. Everyone talks about the problems, a few outline some solutions, but a handful make a difference. Many have concerns, but apparently none of them is concerned enough.
This very rationality is the cause of our absurdity. We have a doctrine and a cure and a solution for every problem, and we are very quick to label every notion with "Spirit Inspired" or "Led of God"; All the while each of us serenades himself, isolated by the internal resonance of his own silo. Some venture out into the field to see other silos, but this is merely to point accusing fingers, shout a few curses, and quickly retreat back into the haven of inarticulate regurgitation of the same worn out philosophies. We have reasoned ourselves in circles and are pleased to confine others in our own dungeons with us. If they are not listening to mainstream voices, they certainly are not listening to you. Deny yourself, take up your cross, and follow Christ.
"I would rather feel contrition than know how to define it." - Thomas Kempis, Imitation of Christ
While we speak, Christ stands and knocks. While we point, he reaches. While we expose the sins of the multitudes, his light shines upon the path of redemption. While we explain our virtues to one another, Christ takes up those filthy rags, cleanses them, and uses them to wipe the tears of penitence from the faces of the humble. While we paint the offenses of the destitute on their foreheads in black soot, Christ calls to the oppressed, crying, "Though your sins be as scarlet, they shall be white as snow; though they be red like crimson, they shall be as wool." While we avidly seek for some weary victim to scandalize, Christ stands between us and the Father, reaching out pierced and bloody hands, saying, "Come unto me, and I will give you rest."
We need no more Christians-in-name-only who desire nothing more than to paint the social imperatives of abortion and gender issues, for we have plenty of those fellows. Do not waste time explaining to me how abortion impacts our social government while you should be reckoning to me that it is the sin of murder against those precious infants created in the image of Almighty God. Leave off your incessant correlation between the family structure and secular society when you should seize the opportunity to convince many of the mysterious nature of Christ which is displayed in the perpetuating allegory of Humanity and Life (Adam and Eve). We are so consumed with the world's enlightened, carnal mind that we can not even practice faith without first applying human intellect as the great filter. I say to you, man of God, let not God's commandment be subject to your fallible additions. The benefits will speak for themselves, but we are proselytizing converts to the worship of their own intellect, and branding a meaningless cross in their foreheads. Forget not, O thinker, that it was God who has given you the mind which you have, and therefore his sovereignty is not subject to your carnality. We do not need another sociopolitical declaration from you: preach Christ on the cross of your own sin, and renounce your claim to your own soul. Then shut up. Cease your ravenous monologues and stand fast in the day of battle as a true Soldier of the Cross. Death to the world, and it's corruption in me.
“The world is the general name for all the passions. When we wish to call the passions by a common name, we call them the world. But when we wish to distinguish them by their special names, we call them the passions. The passions are the following: love of riches, desire for possessions, bodily pleasure from which comes sexual passion, love of honour which gives rise to envy, lust for power, arrogance and pride of position, the craving to adorn oneself with luxurious clothes and vain ornaments, the itch for human glory which is a source of rancour and resentment, and physical fear. Where these passions cease to be active, there the world is dead; for though living in the flesh, they did not live for the flesh. See for which of these passions you are alive. Then you will know how far you are alive to the world, and how far you are dead to it”
- St. Isaac the Syrian
Listen. Observe. Obey.
O God, number me with the thief, the harlot, and the publican, and save me!
The Blue Shepard
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