The Kingdom and the World, Redux
Today out on my long walking loop in a very nice part of a town next to mine, I crisscrossed a very nice park and happened to stroll past three teenager-young-adult gentlemen. Each was wearing a white tank-top t-shirt, baggy shorts or khakis, had belts and maybe a chain or two on their hip if I remember. The one in the fedora was telling the other two, "My underwear is designer, my [some other clothing item I don't quite remember] is designer, my t-shirt is designer. Everything is designer, bro."
I didn't pay any attention to anything else because I was walking pretty briskly, and I wasn't interested in prying. I thought about this and first felt this a great take on the truth that we are indeed all like that gentleman. We are all exhibitionist of some measure and it's nice to be seen as sporting the most fashionable something-or-another so we can be, well, considered.
But then I thought about something else I can also put in my remarks here in this blog posting effort.
Designer.
As in, who?
Who is your designer? Who is the one who makes you? Sure it could be the latest... what... Abercrombie & Fitch? I mean is that still a thing -- I just don't keep up, sorry. Or one I remember from not too long ago is Supreme -- some kind of name-recognition thing, branding thing, something to make one feel like they were really part of The Great Big Club, in whatever however somewhever way so others can see you're special.
But really, seriously,
Who is your acknowledged designer?
Thing is, there are so many fake designers. They look sooo good! Just like the underground manufacturing industries in places like China make a lot of fake name-brand items, the militant order of the World Hegemony makes a lot of fake Jesuses. Many of those fake Jesuses aren't even the ones that kind of look like the Jesus of the Bible, but they are anything and everything that these super-genius System Ops have invented and arranged and keep sustaining for people to award their full undivided devotion. Rabid materialism is an idol, smarmy humanism is an idol, ferocious atheism is an idol, the most laboriously penitent blood-sweat-&-tears is an idol.
Everything, every-single-thing worshipped in some way that is not the Jesus of Scripture is an idol, and if you want to truly identify with the Real One you may want to check on that and find out about this One who is standing at the gate with extended nail-scarred hands.
Because, yeah, robbers trying to get by climbing the wall are not allowed.
Anyway, earlier in my stroll I was listening to my shuffle-play Spotify faves and up came "The Memory of Trees" by Enya. Yeah, it is so hauntingly beautiful, I wept as I listened, only because I thought of what He did, something I hoped I did a decent job conveying in of one of my videos posted online -- the one I embedded there at the beginning of this post. I just thought, hey, I think I'll post it again, just to do so. Just to keep the ministry going, sharing Christ through it again, and again praying any reader who is hungering and thirsting for righteousness will find Him in the profound contrast between His bountifully glorious Kingdom and the brilliant fakery of the World System.
So yeah, I invite you to tune in to it, hope it is meaningful. I know with today's stunning "AI" generated graphic showcases this one is somewhat primitive. I was working on it in the early 2010s and finally got it up and running in 2018. Maybe when I have the time and energy I'll employ the spiffiest in "AI" tech to make it more... more... something more Hollywood I guess. But yeah, here it is, again, posted here.
And if you want to know more about what the World System really is and what its deep-state covert op very religious and very militant agents really are, then I also invite you to take a look-see at my webzine.
I would be writing so much more here, and in many other posts, but I just don't have the time or wherewithal. I do hope I could, I do hope. But I say that because when I look upon the vast horizon of things those ops are putting into the mainest of mainstream media channels, I find that every single thing is really something of a partial hangout the fodder of which is spewed to make the entire planet safer for Roman Catholicism. Everything.
Nowadays it is the Charlie Kirk stuff. The Donald Trump this or that stuff. The Christian nationalism stuff. The Israel-bad-Israel-good stuff. The federal government shutdown stuff. The latest financial porn stuff ("Look at Bitcoin wowwie!"). The massive migration here and massive migration there stuff. The culture war skirmish over whether he or she or zhe should be doing this or that novel sexuality thing. The people in the streets here and the people in the streets over there stuff. The AI is doing this and the AI is doing that stuff. The "look at this crazy thing I saw that I'm posting on social media" stuff. The building of the global biometric wall stuff. The pope blessing the block of ice in the name of fighting climate change stuff.
Everything. Remember just 20 years ago it was a whole different set of imagineering feats that kept people glomming after Rome in one way or another. 200 years ago it was another one. 2,000 years ago it was another. And so on and so on and so on it goes.
Again, read Scripture with great intensity. Look at those things happening out there from that lens and you'll see it. It is indeed extraordinarily frightening, but God's truth doesn't pull away from any of it and good thing if you actually want the Sanctuary that is Him so you really know what's going on and Who He Truly Is out of all that.
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The image of the park is of Hagerstown City Park, clipped from the Mapquest listing of best city parks in the country. Thank you.
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