There's the
common music that is sung throughout the Christian group that goes like this:
God is great ALL this time; always God is well. It sounds so marvelous when you
see the entire people declare God's good. But what about when there's not the
people about? What are we announcing so?
God, making
records, think about it. All the self all up in there, all the self waxed and
packaged for all the world. To do something so closed probably seems safe until
it doesn't, until you look up and everyone's there and you surprise yourself by
what you've said but o too late, o it's shipped, call it back. Prince did, a
couple of times. Got it all ready to drop and then called it back.
But it's
easier to think I know something than to acknowledge the Truth. After all, the
truth is harder to accept most of the time, isn't it? Like now. Isn't it easier
to believe He's calling Elijah to save Him from His anguish than to acknowledge
He is anguished by God, His Father, forsaking Him? Abandoning this man, Jesus,
who is as much God as the Father Himself.
These things
allow us to look back and realize that we have put in the work to experience
Heaven on earth. Even if we don't feel connected to God on a particular day
during our individual and unstructured time, we can look back across a longer
period of time and know that we are getting better and stronger through
repetition.
Now, I would
like to believe that, given enough time, Merkel's good graces will be rewarded.
However, it is hard to see such a thing take shape outside the classroom. All I
can see is sensible people living in fear, opportunistic politicians cashing
in, and daily injustices committed against those who seek refuge. (2) This is a
spotty resume for "doing the right thing", to say the least. But,
beyond this, I think there is a real lesson here. I think we must realize what
it is our higher principles ask us to overcome.
So last
morning I woke up, totally psyched. Ready to go. Then praying to God that
wherever this march took me my knees would hold up and I'd find a place to pee,
I made the drive down to Miami. Not a long drive, mind you, but a drive
nevertheless. And the moment I turned onto Biscayne Boulevard, I knew I was
heading into something undeniable, something revelatory. I could feel it. It
was in the air suddenly charged with electricity, in the hum of voices
gathering momentum and in all the faces filled with joy and good cheer
converging onto Bayfront Park.
In the
creation of the heavens and the earth, and in the alternation of night and day,
are signs for people of understanding. Those who remember God while standing,
and sitting, and on their sides; and they reflect upon the creation of the
heavens and the earth: 'Our Lord, You did not create this in vain, glory to
You, so protect us from the punishment of the Fire.'
So a word to
you, non-believers, beneficiaries of 17's fickle will: you owe your new god
everything — your soul, your time, your first-born, your labor. Luckily Bulma,
Capsule Corp heiress, gifted 17 his immense yacht — so you can work off your debt:
swabbing the deck, tidying rooms, serving martinis, being the best you that
Savage 17 — casually, dispassionately— believes you can be.
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