All I know is just what I read in the papers, and that’s an alibi for my ignorance. – Will Rogers
I open my browser each morning, Check in with curation-phone. The pages are full of opinions, With nothing new under the sun.
The newspaper too, where I find one. A daily parade of the same. The wag of the finger, the self-righteous tone, Declaring the villain to blame.
The inbox as well, it is chock-full Of siren songs: Eat-me and Drink. Like Alice I blindly consume them, And change the way that I think.
This molding is not to my liking; It’s not even of my own choice. When real information’s abandoned In exchange for invidious voice.
The press is now propagandistic; Agendas leap out to attack. It seems like there’s no one to turn to And certainly no turning back.
Our choices are clear, bright and simple: The choice is between death and life. One choice is the tightrope of freedom The other a slippery cliff.
So turn off your lousy subscriptions. Stop reading repetitive lies. Stare out the window a moment or six. And enjoy the truth that inspires.
‘You are what you eat’ said the writer. It’s equally true for the heart. Take care what you feed yourself – really. Eat smartly, or be blown apart.
Distraction will lead to deception; Delusion is not far behind. Destruction will certainly follow, In all those who keep themselves blind.
Such blindness may come from a smartphone, Or earbuds we will not remove. They create inhuman relation, Replacing the flesh-and-blood kind.
A ‘wicked perverse generation’ The Christ called the men of his time. A truth that is true in all seasons, It holds in the days that are mine.
So I think I’ll go stare out the window, Instead of the window within. To see Him in His good creation, And in my own freedom from sin.
The psalmist reports on the heavens, How they speak of God’s wonderful love. My own inner beauty reflects them, And His grace means I’ve nothing to prove.
The Bible is clear: pray for leaders. Despite their failings, or failings we perceive in them, do this without fail, and with humility. Otherwise we, as sinners ourselves, are hypocrites, and our hearts are not right.
In addition, offer these supplications with the single-mindedness that comes when we “avoid foolish debates, genealogies, contentions and arguments about the law, for they are unprofitable and useless”. 1
Be diligent in intercession. Keep an eye out for the spiritual weather of course, but don’t take our eyes off the eternal goal: salvation for a world in great distress.
Some Christians revel in the perception that ‘the world is getting darker’ or that ‘things are worse than they have ever been.’ They use this to point to Christ. This is looking to the Fall for salvation, not to Christ. This is looking to ultimate death for salvation, not to resurrection.
As darkness grows, light grows more. 2 Plant that in your heart and let it grow.
Nothing is happening in 2023 that wasn’t already common in AD 23 and ancient history by 1023, or 1923 for that matter. A close reading of the New Testament against the backdrop of history proves out Ecclesiastes, that there is nothing new under the sun.
Let’s stop pretending that there is.
There’s a whole sermon in that – the pretending that our day and age is different from any other. But I digress…
Finally, let’s take encouragement from that book of wisdom, which says ‘For in an abundance of wisdom is an abundance of frustration, and he who increases in knowledge also increases in sorrow.’ 3
If you are frustrated, or sorrowful, or both, know that it’s because the Lord has granted you wisdom. That’s great news! Wisdom is the coin of the realm. Spend it wisely through prayer and supplication, not by casting aspersions or looking for reasons to call out the dirt in others.
Rejoice in the Lord always. Again I will say, rejoice! Let everyone come to know your gentleness. The Lord is at hand. 4
I once lived on a busy four-lane road with a house number of 662. We had a driveway adjacent to the family next door. The property line ran through a thin strip of gravel between the oil-spotted asphalt strips.
We and the Nabes were both families with young children, our three just enough old enough to disdain playing with their two. We were all friendly enough, and had common superficial interests. We had warm random chats outside when our paths crossed, and the weather permitted. And that was it.
The Nabes were heart-on-the-sleeve Christians. We weren’t Christians at all. In fact by lifestyle and philosophical temperament I would today regard us as anti-Christians. We not only didn’t go in for that Jesus stuff, we actively dissuaded others from doing so. A generic ‘big G’ God might be okay, but that Jesus character, well he was just sketchy.
They were the Flanderses to our Simpsons. We weren’t interested in their Neducation.
As time went by, the Nabes would take their opportunities to evangelize, softly and gently. They invited us to church events and we always made a polite excuse. I know now that, while I wasn’t afraid of them, I lived in fear of what I thought they represented: powerless surrender.
We couldn’t go there; we wouldn’t go there. Self-sufficiency and independence were too precious.
Despite my self-enforced anathema of All Things Christian, I often wondered about what the Bible said: about me, about life, about history, and especially, about death and eternity. About the end times. Like many people of my generation I came of age reading The Late Great Planet Earth and the various speculations about something called The Rapture. And, about 666: the Number of the Beast.
This is how it all played out in my Hollywood mind:
Life goes on and the world spins into darkness (as it was even then, 45 years ago)
Eventually things get so bad, Jesus returns
The faithful Exit, Stage Left and watch the final act from private box seats
The unfaithful stay on as the Beast takes center stage
I’m doomed
Against this backdrop, I imagined there was an invisible place between our property (662) and the Nabes’ property (668) where 666 took up residence.
‘Here is a call for wisdom: Let him who has understanding calculate the number of the beast. It is the number of a man. His number is six hundred and sixty-six.’ 1
The beast is a divider. The beast is the destroyer. The beast ruins relationship. He is the great seducer and the one who blinds people to God’s goodness.
The beast is attractive to those of us with darkened hearts 2 because his power and influence can be grasped immediately. His works are obvious and there is craven safety in his grasp. He gives us a thrill.
Yet, in long speculation about the dark place that could exist between us and the Nabes, the truth was finally revealed. His number was mine.
Where darkness exists, it’s not between me and others, it’s simply within my own heart. That’s where unforgiveness and bitterness lurk.
The Bible says a darkened heart is confused.2 And yet the darkness and futility of the human heart didn’t dissuade God from having mercy on creatures like me who routinely spat on Him.3Instead, He sacrificed the love of His own heart, his son, Jesus Christ. The Lord brought light to my heart, but I can still step back into darkness if I wish. It’s still a free-will universe.
If I do, the beast comes on the scene: he brings division, unforgiveness, bitterness, hatred; anything that can separate me from my Nabes. That’s the danger for all of us today.
Many years have passed and I did eventually hear the call of the sacrificed Christ. Now I’m one of the Nabes. The line between you and me is no longer visible from my side. Would you like to come in for a coffee?
1. Revelation 13:18 2. Romans 1:21 (NLT) – ‘Yes, they knew God, but they wouldn’t worship him as God or even give him thanks. And they began to think up foolish ideas of what God was like. As a result, their minds became dark and confused.’ 3. Genesis 8:21a – ‘The Lord smelled a soothing aroma; and the Lord said in His heart, “I will never again curse the ground because of man, for the inclination of man’s heart is evil from his youth…”
