Wokeness, Coronavirus and The Armor of God

One of the biggest stories during the first half of 2019 was that of Jussie Smollett. The gay, black actor who claimed that he was physically beaten in Chicago at 2:00am by two white, MAGA men in subzero degree temperatures. Before his claim was proven false Jussie made country-wide headlines of immediate support and outcry by the media and Hollywood. People who had doubts or wanted evidence were vilified. There was no time to even think about questioning Jussie. As time unfolded, we eventually found that not only was Jussie lying but it was orchestrated by Jussie and two non-white friends.

At the beginning of 2019 Jussie Smollett was the trending topic. In a similar vein, the first two months of 2020 gave us numerous stories of retired NBA player, Dwayne Wade’s 12 year old son now identifying as female. That was a priority of our news outlets, articles, and talk shows.

What would happen if Jussie’s story (before it was proven false) came out today in 2020 instead? In the midst of Coronavirus, how would our country react to such a polarizing story? Would we be so apt to believe it, in its happenstance? Would we be as quick to jump to conclusions of guilt? How much attention would the general public give to the media and celebrities’ outrage while we are all in quarantine? Would we care to be “woke” enough to care?

My case, in the midst of Coronavirus, is that the answer to each of those questions is “No”.  Covid-19 has awoken truth in us that has inadvertently suppressed the Wokeness worldview that our politically correct, secular culture has created.

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Now think about the past few months of Coronavirus. Have you noticed it? Whether in the controlled corporate media or on social media, the woke subversion of Western discourse has practically disappeared. Stories on intersectionality, cultural appropriation, inclusivity, cancel culture, gender pronouns, microaggressions, toxic masculinity, nonbinary, cis-deadnaming, mansplaining, gender fluidity, and other politically correct buzz terms have pretty much been muted in the face of a real crisis. What happened? Or as the great philosopher, The Joker, once said …“Why so serious?”

The health, sociological, and economic effects of Coronavirus have re-revealed something that the Apostle Paul spoke on in the Bible when advising people to put on the armor of God. In Ephesians 6:11-12, Paul writes, Put on the whole armor of God, that you may be able to stand against the schemes of the devil. For we do not wrestle against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the cosmic powers over this present darkness, against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly places.”  Additionally, Coronavirus has re-revealed to us that death is the great equalizer of life – Ecclesiastes 9.

Covid-19 has reminded us that the true enemy is Death and the truest enemy is a foreign, spiritual enemy that is not of this world (Hebrews 2:14). Covid-19 has prioritized our battle against true evil – not against people. 

Conversely, the Wokeness worldview teaches us that our enemies ARE indeed flesh and blood. It claims that the enemy is the patriarchy. The enemy is bigotry. The enemies are white men. The enemies are people who believe gender is binary. The enemy are Christians who believe what the Bible teaches about sin. 

How did we get here?

People are always in search of meaning in their life. We desire a sense of purpose in order to feel as if we belong. We can find this purpose in being a mother, engineer, preacher, artist, dancer, chef, athlete, or in simply being a good friend.  With that being said, we should raise a question – How do we find our purpose in a western world where so much is given to us from the day we are born? Well, naturally, we seek out miniature purposes. What do I mean by a “miniature purpose”?

The ultimate purpose in life is to glorify Jesus Christ (1 John 5:11-12; 1 Corinthians 10:31). Anything besides that, whether with good intention or bad intention, is a miniature purpose. Being a mother is great but those kids will grow up and move away. Being an athlete or dancer is good, but your body will eventually grow old. Being an engineer is good, but eventually your designed buildings and roads will become outdated. Miniature purposes can be good but they can never sustain us. This is a problem and we all know this.  To fix that problem we keep seeking out more compounding instances of purpose in order to fill a gap that only Jesus can fill. So, for example, my identity and hope may now be found in becoming a good husband, father, athlete, cook, best friend, mentor, traveler, sports fan, and social justice advocate all in one. This search for self-purpose leads people in the western world toward the inclination of Wokeness – sometimes with genuinely, heartfelt intentions by the people.

Have you ever asked yourself, ‘Why is it that most of the world does not care about the ideas of Wokeness?’ For example, people in Japan and Africa do not scream out much against cultural appropriation. The primary answer is because the Wokeness worldview is only able to flourish in societies of prosperity and overabundance. Wokeness calls out several types of evils committed by people and systems of peoples that we need to fight against. This worldview is currently on mute because prosperity is now at a halt due to the Coronavirus. “If we are able to put something “evil” on mute, then how great of an evil was it in the first place? Because, Coronavirus or not, if my nephew is getting bullied in school I WILL never be mute about it.

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People derive meaning by manufacturing evils to combat. It is understandable because I would find meaning in stopping a bully from bullying my nephew. That bully is real. It is true that there are bad things that happen in the country. There are some bad men. There are gay people who wrongly get fired. Some of those claims of racism are real.  However, if I am proactively seeking out kids who may bully my nephew one day, in order to get them expelled, then that is a different story. Also, what is my definition of bullying? Is it fighting, name-calling, a particular look, misinterpreted playing around, does age matter, or does size matter? It gets very complicated real fast. That said, I hate evil. BUT who is defining evil? By what standard are we doing so? Who/what dictates who is right and who is wrong? Some Americans consider America evil. The same thing happens in the United Kingdom. Some people consider the teachings of Christianity evil. Again, I ask, by what standard are these claims being made? 

Woke culture brings people meaning by fighting these evils. Many people are drawn to woke advocacy because it brings [added] meaning to their life. This tendency has hit its head at the onset of Covid-19 as this virus has brought about more pressing problems than the quasi-changing gender of Dwayne Wade’s son. When people do not have real problems to occupy themselves, they will create (or exaggerate) them.

Our varying views on the legitimacy of Wokeness is not the topic of concern here. If the Covid-19 crisis continues much longer it will  not only cripple families who suffered from deaths, it will also hurt exponentially more families who suffer from the crippling economic results for years to come. This will cause the public to continue to care less about the woke worldview of the 2010s as they have to focus more on their own well-being. As life and quality of life is more at stake, people will naturally see more clearly who the true Enemy is and how only Jesus can fill our gap of life purpose and sustain us through all of life’s circumstances.

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A Letter to My Future Adult Children

Well, here we are, kids. I can still call you “kids”, right? Then again should I even have to ask that question? Really, I mean, if I changed your diapers when you were babies, then aren’t I deserving? Now that I think of it, lets be fair, you’re adults and presumably married in the future, which means you are more than likely taking advantage of your mother and I by bestowing upon us babysitting duties every other weekend with your young children. That is basically a part-time job of which you are not paying us. Therefore, I can still call you whatever I wish. Ok ok, let me relax – if you know your father then you know that once his brain gets going…ohhh it gets going. Sidenote, can these cheesy-like jokes be considered dad jokes if one’s children are not even alive yet??? Mind blown? I digress.

I am writing this letter in the year 2020. Seven years ago I wrote a similar letter to your mother titled A Letter to My Future Wife of 50 Years [Link Here]. I love your mother more than you know. This current letter, however, is to you in the future – our young adult children.

Until my dying breath, I thank God for you. I don’t know how many of you there will be. Neither am I aware of what gender or how many are adopted. That said, regardless, I am very proud of you even as I write this letter today. For God has already placed a love for you in my heart. Isn’t it crazy how God has wired us?

I have a few things to say to you:

First things first, is rap music still a thing? Does Justin Bieber’s son have his own Disney Channel television show? Can you send your mother and I somewhere nice and expensive for our next big anniversary? Please answer those questions carefully.

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In addition:

  • Tell jokes whenever the time is right. Tell jokes and stories that border on lies. If you tell jokes when the time isn’t right, well that is a good thing too.
  • Tell the truth. Or at least do not lie. Always always always lean on truth even when the immediately foreseeable outcome is bad as a direct result of telling the truth.  You see, if you act in truth then the eventual order you produce down the line will be good regardless of how it appears at the current moment.
  • Believe in the myths told in books and movies. The magical myths within fairy tale stories are not an end in themselves nor are they lies. Myths are the opposite of a lie. Myths convey the essential truth of the primal reality of life itself. The stories point to the archetype of Christ. Human creativity and imagination is God’s image in us for us to soak in.
  • Seek for what is meaningful in life. Do not search for mere happiness or convenience. This includes the old adage, “do not settle”. Ultimately, you will always find the truest meaning in Christ. This will always sustain you. This will fulfill you.
  • Learn as much history as soon as you can. History is God’s artistic canvas on display for us to watch. There is power and protection in that. Man tells his story with words while God tells His story with history.
  • Think for yourself and do not let mankind dictate what you believe. As 2 Corinthians would say, “examine your faith and honestly test yourselves” to make sure you are going in the right direction. This passage applies to all of life. Therefore, pay attention to the direction that you are walking and to who is guiding you. Periodically ask yourself, “What remarkably stupid things am I doing on a regular basis that are/can screw up my life”? Decide that you want to know the answer to that question.
  • Keep in contact with your friends. This will be tougher as you get older. Befriend people who want the best for you. Surprise them. Show grace. Call them out when they are wrong. Demand them to call you out as well. Encourage them. Be encouraged by them. 
  • Travel and Learn a new language. Dive deep into different cultures and swim in learning about them. Other cultures will broaden you life by bringing in newness. Listen to worship songs in other languages. 
  • Talk to the elderly when you encounter them on the street. Do not take this one so lightly. Sit with them and listen to what they have to say even if it comes off as nonsense. Assume that they know something that you do not.
  • Tell your mother that you love her every chance you can. She is your most unique best friend and your biggest fan.
  • Constantly increase your faith in the Lord. Be bold and courageous in Him.

 

If you can tell, even now I am taking things quite lightheartedly. Life is a complex matter, my children. There will ups and down as if your spiritual walk is a roller coaster at times. There is an element of life which is suffering. The Bible is clear on this fact and history proves it.  So stand up straight with your shoulders back, do not complain, pick up your suffering and bear it so that you do not make it worse. Try to reduce the suffering and start with yourself by not acting/thinking like a victim. Every human being is a victim – deal with it. Be a better person by leaning on the power of the Holy Spirit. In doing this it will always be alright.

As you are reading this in the future I am likely an old man. We have had many arguments over the years because that is a part of being a family. I am sure there are some of your life choices that I have disagreed with – and that is ok. We are all still growing. Philippians 1:6 says that “He who began a good work in you will bring it to completion at the day of Jesus Christ”; meaning that everything is going to work out in the end. I am sorry for the times that I messed up with each of you. I am sorry for the times I came off as unloving. I am thankful for the good times to come. I am for you.

I pray that you know the peace of God. Be kind and true, my blessed children. 

A Man, Drugs, & Penn State Revivals

[The following is a true story based on events that occurred at Penn State during their Christian Revivals of 1980-1983. If you don’t believe me, look the revival up. This story was once told to me from the person who experienced it.]

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Yesterday was cocaine. Today is weed. Just an ordinary Spring day at Penn State when Mark and his friends would skip class to get high. They sat around the sofa stoned, laughing hysterically at the stories they’d tell of their latest escapades. Freshman year was a blast and sophomore year for Mark and his friends was a breeze.

One by one the guys left Mark’s dorm room as they wrapped things up. Mark remained on the sofa –  his eyes glazed, shoulders slumped, his head barely upright on his body. Somehow the drugs hadn’t reflected in his college grades. Mark was a decent engineering student to the point where it would be impossible to guess what was going on behind closed doors – or so you would expect. The year is 1981 and drugs are a normal recurrence with many students on campus. Buying a bag of marijuana was almost easier than buying box of pencils.

As Mark’s high eventually began to calm down, he realized that he’d soon have a choice to make. Up to this point Mark had done (and enjoyed) practically every drug except heroine. His friend Ashley was able to buy some heroine earlier that day and they planned on doing it together. They say, as Mark thought to himself, “Once you start heroine there is no going back.”  Nevertheless, he settled on joining her that evening. Since Mark could handle all the other drugs he concluded that he could handle heroine just fine.

Just before evening time there was a knock on his door. As he opened it he barely recognized who it was, but he’d seen them around campus before. They were two preppy-looking Freshmen guys inviting him out to a Christian gathering for later that evening. They added that there would be food and the opportunity to meet some new people as well.

[The odd thing about this occurrence was the rarity that someone would even come to Mark’s door about this. Percentage-wise, Christianity was not a big thing at Penn State at the time.]

Mark, extremely reluctant because he didn’t know much about religion, heard his conscious urge him to go so that he could get out of his heroine date later. After little debate, Mark decided to take a chance and go to the Christian gathering instead.

At the Christian event that very night, Jesus saved Mark and he began to believe.

In the days following, Mark went cold-turkey from all his drugs. He would still hang out with his normal crew of friends and just not partake in the usage. His friends didn’t mind. Sure, they thought it was strange, but it just meant more enjoyment for them.

When Mark wasn’t in class or hanging with his old friends, Mark now spent all his time swimming in the scriptures and going to the Christian events of that small campus ministry.

After about a month of being saved Mark and his two closest old friends took a weekend camping trip. That night his two friends pulled out some Crystal meth to use. They begged and pleaded Mark to join them. Mark initially refrained.

They reasoned with Mark, “Come on man, just this once like old times. It’s not fun if you don’t join us. You’ve gone a month without a high anyways.”

Mark eventually gave in. The three of them got started and immediately the high kicked in for each of them. Mark could feel the familiarity from the high that he used to feel, but something was different this time. It was as if his heart wasn’t for it. He began to feel his face melting, which is a typical reaction to meth. Mark glanced over at the flames from the fire pit and heard a distinct high-pitched, demonic laugh come out from the fire.

[To this day Mark believes that was Satan’s demons laughing at him as they realized they’d gotten one of God’s chosen to slip.]

Without delay Mark fell to his knees after hearing the demonic laugh. He began to cry out loud to God that he was sorry. All the while his friends stood enjoying their own highs. Mark cried continually asking that Jesus take away the high. After repeatedly praying aloud for healing…. suddenly…. the impossible happened…. Mark’s high vanished. Not only that, but Mark’s friends had their high abruptly taken away as well.

[You see, a Crystal meth high doesn’t just abruptly end after a few minutes. A Crystal meth high literally lasts anywhere between 8 to 24 hours and has a gradual decline of its effects.]

Knowing this from their past experience, Mark’s friends freaked out. They frantically asked Mark what just happened. Before Mark could respond his friends tearfully got on their knees and asked Mark to tell them about this Jesus he’d been following the past month. This same Jesus who Mark just prayed to who impossibly took away their high. What a miracle, what a God. Mark’s friends got saved and accepted Jesus Christ as Lord that night.

What happened the rest of the school year at Penn State was nothing short of a miracle. revivalMany other of Mark’s drug friends also became believers. There began to be a Christian revival on campus that year and subsequent years. Numerous campus ministries formed and each experienced drastic growth in numbers.

But for Mark, how long did it last? Was it just a little phase or spiritual high that Mark went through?

There are other spiritual stories to tell of Mark and his obedience to Christ. However, I’ll end with this: Today, Mark is pressing harder than ever into Christ as he wrestles for more faith as his wife of many years is now struggling with ALS. Both having a life lived well for the Lord, are now living life well through suffering. But still, the fight goes on. “It is the worst time and it is also the best time,” Mark says encouragingly.

Mark and his wife were asked, “If you knew what your life would hold, would you still choose it?”

Their reply – a resounding ‘Yes’.

Oh to have such remarkable faith.  The angels rejoice over Mark and his wife. For all eternity, we will celebrate.

“I’m a pilgrim passing through. We’re just passing through on this journey. I’m blessed that I’ve had such a wonderful wife all these years. Whatever God gives us today will be wonderful. So what about the dreams we had, heaven is so much better. It is said that it is better than anything I can hope for or imagine. And I have a pretty good imagination.” – Mark

Till We Have Love

This is my complaint:

Every beautiful strength has a hideous weakness. My brother, Mufasa, is truly a trendsetter of that adage.

Don’t get me wrong, I love my brother. I have always wanted the best for him. However, the kingdom of the Pride Lands was turning into a nation bound for doom due to his weak incompetence. That said, I refused to call him King Mufasa as the rest of the nation does. I love him far more than any political title can represent.

My name is Scar; the younger sibling to Mufasa and frequently seen as the Ghost of Christmas Past in his shadow. Mufasa was always the “good” one in the eyes of others. He foolishly relied on his Faith. Even through it all, I was never jealous of Mufasa – to the contrary I loved him but simply disagreed with his ways of doing things.

Mufasa and I were inseparable growing up. Mother used to say that we counted on one another from birth. There has always been a joy-filled pride in me when it comes to my brother. I looked up to him. He was the fastest in the pack, he had the 2nd best looking mane (second to myself of course), and his leadership presence was quite satiable. Rafiki, who serves as shaman of the Pride Lands, spoke of Mufasa as, “Having a temperament rivaled only by the angels.”  But a boring temperament if you ask me. He’d always waste many hours a day staring at the distant mountain gorge. Foolish.

We had plans to rule Pride Rock together, but the political tradition of our nation put my brother as the sole heir to the throne. Before his crowning, I pleaded with him three times to instead fight with me so that we could rule together. This was for the good of him, me, and the kingdom itself. I failed miserably in my attempts.

Things worsened when his son was born. Whatever piece of intimacy our relationship had left was forfeited over to his investment in Simba, the next heir to the throne. That was the real day I lost my brother – not today.  I love Simba, but Mufasa needed a brother in arms not a little kid in waiting. See, Mufasa cannot sustain this nation without me. We are best when we have each other which, in turn, benefits society.

Therefore, I am writing this letter to you, Lord, with my fist raised. My complaint comes against you. Even though I have done nothing but serve and honor my family their entire life, they have given nothing in return but pain, grief, and destruction toward me. Even more scary is that it can affect the Pride Lands. You are a cruel God who must be blind to the needs of this world. I recognize that I am powerless before you, but if there is one thing I can do against you, it is to make my complaint known by speaking it to the nation.  

Before Mufasa fell to his death, I tried once more to reason with him. The plan was not for
him to die. To the contrary, you know that it was simply scarto scare him into submission. No one is at grief more than I. It was the hardest decision of my life. Even then you could have saved him but you failed.  What do you have to say for yourself?  You have no answer.


Dear Scar,

my name is Leo. I am a head angel in Heaven writing this letter to you on behalf of our Father God, our Savior Jesus, and The Holy Spirit.

We have heard your complaint in Heaven and watched your life long before receiving your letter. The Father watched your life even before there was a second of it. You are worse than you think you are, but you are more loved than you can ever imagine you are. There are many things that you will not understand, but I will try:

In one way or another everyone on earth is just like you. You are the bitter cynic who cannot possibly understand the love between God and his creation. None of you understand. Your perspective of the very love that you claim to have for your brother is infected by your fallen heart. We know you loved your brother. No one “on Earth” loved Mufasa as much as you loved him. You loved him overbearingly so.

The feeling that you call love has ended in the death of your only brother and the estrangement of your nephew. And now you put God on the judgement seat?

Mufasa used to wake up in the mornings and stare at nature. He’d think to himself, “The sweetest thing in all my life has been the longing – to reach the Mountain, to find the place where all the beauty came from – the place where I ought to have been born.” Do you think it all meant nothing, all that longing

What do you long for, Scar?

The Mountain that Mufasa longed for was The Kingdom of God. The Mountain you long for is one of yourself. Without the Divine Love which comes from God, any other love become corrupted. Any other type of love turns in on itself and becomes narcissistic. For example, without the presence of selfless divine love, the beautiful gift of erotic love becomes lust-based and power-based. This is when so marriages break down. fourLoves

The “joy-filled pride” for your brother turned in idolatry. It grew to the point of wanting him to be at a height of perfection that is unachievable on earth. Mufasa was always destined to be crippled in your eyes, no matter what philosophy he followed or action he implemented. Your love of the Pride Lands and every living creature in it drove your fear into manipulation and control.

Instead of following the God that Mufasa follows, you created your own version of God that only saw life how you see it. You have a wicked heart. The nature of sin isn’t always the obvious bad thing. Sin can also be the internal twisting of good things by the heart. You would rather kill your brother than have him attain joy apart from you.


Dear beloved Leo,

Had I known before how the Angels watch earth, I would’ve shuttered at the very thought of an audience to my humiliation. I now see that it was not they who treated me so wrongly, but me who treated others wrongly. I am my worst enemy – Not anyone else and certainly not God.

All my life I doubted the validity of the love which comes from Faith. For now all I can tell, the only difference [between our love and God’s love] is that what many on earth “feel” we call a real thing, and what only one feels we call a myth. But things that many feel may have no taste or moment in them at all, and things that are felt only to one may be waterspouts of truth from the very depth of Truth.

Now I see well why God did not speak to me and used you instead. Till the true understanding of love can be dug out of us, why should He listen to the babble that we think we mean? How can He talk to me about love till he gives me His love?

God is the answer to my question. In front of His love, all questions die away. What other answer would suffice?

Don’t Cry For Me

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I am a dead man. Eventually, that is. If you’re very familiar with my blog, you’ll know that the book of Ecclesiastes is my favorite in the Bible. In his old age, King Solomon becomes the grandfather that I never had. One of my grandfathers died before I was born. The other died when I was young. Therefore, Solomon has become both my spirit animal and quasi-granddaddy.

Some of my favorite moments of Solomon’s wisdom writing are his uses of paradoxes. As when he says verses such as:

“The day of death is better than the day of birth”

“You learn more at a funeral than at a feast”

“Sorrow is better than laughter”

“A sad face is good for the heart”

(Verses above from Chapter 7:1-4).

Just those verses alone are enough to make you think King Solomon was in a loony bin. Who in their right mind would say, “Oh yeah, dying is way better than being born!”

However, looking deeper we will see that Solomon is saying that it is beneficial to look at our own lives and be introspective by paying attention with where we stand with God and with our life. He is saying that it gets tougher to do so when you’re laughing at a party or stuffing your face with a delicious food. Solomon, who loves to host parties with thousands of people and eat giant feasts (1 Kings 4), is claiming that in those joyous times….no one at that moment thinks deeply about their life. He and us are too busy laughing and having a good time. King Solomon is saying that times of sorrow are better because they make you think. They will slow you down and sometimes being slowed down in such a fast-paced world is a good thing. A funeral makes you realize that your day is coming sooner than you realize.

I have been to about 12 weddings in the past 3 years and I never had a moment when I thought about the deep parts of my soul. It is at the funerals where I stopped and became honest with myself. See I could be wrong, but people don’t usually question life during a Super Bowl party. On the other hand, anytime there is a terrorist bombing or natural disaster, people then realize how precious their time on earth is. It is in the deserts when we realize we need God. Maybe Solomon and the Word know a little something.

As Matt Chandler put it, “birth” is about the potential of what can be done. For the Christian, “death” is about the fulfillment of ALL that Christ had planned for us here on earth. It is finished and now it is finally time for the Promised Land.

But wouldn’t I be upset if I died so young? What about getting married with a family and kids? Wouldn’t I be sad to miss Kobe Bryant make an NBA comeback at the age of 42? Don’t I want to one day see N’Sync perform their 30-year reunion tour? Well yes, I would absolutely love to experience all of that. Still, when compared to the glory of Christ, none of that matters. Any other elevated view is idolatry.

By faith, if I were to suddenly die today, no worries. I have had a life lived well. The opportunity of life given to me was a glorious gift in itself. But on top of that, let’s forget about focusing on what we didn’t get to do. How about what we DID get to do?! Here is a snippet of an ongoing list I have that, if I died, can be read at my funeral. Anytime something stirs my soul I try to add something to it. Especially the little things.

So if I die, don’t cry for me.

Don’t cry for me:

– I have laughed until my abs started hurting and I started crying.

– I have already made my family proud.

– I have eaten enough potato chips to feed a small country. Seriously.

– My eldest nephew has cried every time I’ve left his house. So he’s cried for me enough. He has taught me unconditional love better than anyone else in this world. And for that lesson, I owe him more than I can ever repay.

– I have seen people worship the Lord and get saved.

– I have seen someone get prayed over and healed before my very eyes.

– I have been in fist fights and won.

– I have been in fist fights and lost. And learned from them.

– I have watched some beautiful YouTube videos and cried my eyes out with joy.

– I once took a 4th of July vacation to Selma, AL that was more fun than my 4th of July vacation to New York City.

– I got over my fear of dogs….just to impress a girl. But I got over the fear, nonetheless.

– I have been dancing a few times until my legs went numb. And I danced some more.

– I have made friends that I can call family.

– I have been to Vegas and won $128 on the first night.

– I watched the Notebook movie over 60 times.

– I have won a sports championship. Softball. Twice baby!

– I have traveled.

– My mom and dad have become more than just my parents.

– Twice, I have been loudly cheered for onstage in front of hundreds of people for poetry.

– I have been booed offstage in front of hundreds of people doing poetry. I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Not even getting cheered again.

– I have seen all the Harry Potter movies.

– I have intellectually debated atheists for the faith and not backed down.

– I have discipled and seen.

– I have read a good book.

– I have been to some extremely hippie towns and had a great time.

– I have been involved in 11 car accidents and lived.

– I have witnessed people truly love on one another.

-Some of my favorite memories were playing baseball for hours in the back yard with my brothers.

– I have played soccer in the front yard for hours with my little nephews. Or at least, the odd variation of the game they call soccer.

– I have had times of doing absolutely nothing during hangouts with friends and had a blast.

-I did a summer internship in Vicksburg, MS and….well actually you can cry for me about that. Good gosh that was a very boring time!

– I spent some amazing summers at Clemson University.

– Don’t cry for me…Jesus Christ saved me. I am dining with Him now.

– Don’t cry for me….I am home sweet home.

 

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Wormwood Letters: Death of The Next Christian Age

The group of young demons all raced through the door and into the room just in time to be considered early for the meeting.  One of the demons, who happened to be quite large in size, jetted over to claim dibs on the chair at the round table which would be closest to the Dean. An argument arose among them at which one of them was the greatest demon.

At that moment, Dean Wormwood walked in the room. Overhearing the argument, Wormwood interrupts, “Whoever is greatest among you will prove it by the work he has accomplished. Those who have ears let them hear.” Wormwood happens to point to the largest of the demons, awarding him the seat for now.

“Arise, for the pledge.” proclaimed Wormwood, without a hint of emotion.

They each arose, chanting in unison:  “Remember remember remember, our main business is to blind the mind of humans. To kept them from seeing the light of the Gospel of the glory of The Enemy Jesus Christ who is the image of his Father and gifts The Spirit. Until the end, Praise be to Satan!”

Everyone sat back down at the table as only Wormwood was left standing. Wormwood stood with a glaring pose as he waited to make sure he had everyone’s attention. He knew that newly graduated demons were of the most inattentive. Their inexperience in the real world could decrease the effectiveness of Hell and Wormwood was going to be sure to flush out all their ignorance before they officially went into the human world.

[Dean Wormwood begins his speech]

“Congratulations on graduating from your studies in demonism. You are about to embark on your own journey. Each of you will be assigned a certain amount of humans to tamper amongst. I am here to tell you of my journey at a young demon because of my great achievements on the mission field. There is great excitement in our realms about the next generation of Christians coming about. That is, those born during the technological and social media age.  The elder demons worked hard to negatively affect Christian thought throughout  history in different ways. We hope that you will as well. It is the human flesh which neglects The Enemy God.  And we can sharpen this effect.

It has always been our goal to skew the definition of fundamental elements within Christianity and, subsequently, hinder the Christian life. I began my mission field with a team of demons in the 1700s. I convinced the humans to call it The Age of Enlightenment. This was one of our greatest victories to date! Sadly, the Enemy Jesus was still able to muster out good things in that time period which benefited His Kingdom. However, our first great victory was that for the first time in history we were able to shift the macro-cultural human focus away from the Enemy God and toward individualism. The structure of entire nations and governments adopted this principle which directly went against that disgusting, ghastly Word. The Bible.

With that heightened inward focus, humans then relied heavily on their own reasoning and rationale. They became stuck in a prison of scientific materialism. Thus, the second victory was the crushing of their sense of imagination. You see, if a young child can believe in the FALSE MYTH of Santa Claus…it becomes easier for an adult to believe in the TRUE MYTH of the Enemy Jesus. We had them believe that wisdom and innocence were contradictory – erasing the childlike faith they needed to get to the Enemy, God the Father.

By the late 1800s, we skewed their meaning of love. It changed to the negative ideal of Unselfishness – that they could only display love for others by going without it themselves. Self-denial, as an end in itself. This took away from their idea of reward and Heaven. Quite contrary to what the Enemy Jesus actually taught. The following generation of the 1900s did not want to be like their stern parents and grandparents, so they became a generation of inclusiveness. All people should feel love. All people should be saved. Hence, Universalism.

As far as this current generation, our victories thus far are in weakening the human view on relationships and depth of worship. The internet was a great instrument for us. It gave us small victories of pornography, which aided in sex trafficking and sexual abuse. Small victories in my opinion, but victories nonetheless. The true victory is in confusing their sense of relationship which crushes their depth of Christian unity and derails their ability to understand how a relationship with the Enemy Jesus truly works. They cannot speak to the Enemy God if they do not know how to communicate with the Enemy God.

The plans for the upcoming generation are deadly to the very identity of the Christian faith. Humans born in the late 1990s ONLY know a life of social media. ONLY know a life of elevated political correctness. In turn … their way of thinking, processing, analyzing, and views on time will be extremely different from each generation before them. We must take advantage of this opportunity that we have been slowly creating.

Our hope is that their cultural norm of understanding particular principals – eternity, Christian accountability, memorization, views of family, sex, and reproof – will weaken.  More than any generation prior, this plan will take away from the Christian identity because the Enemy Jesus uses the pictures and stories of each of those principals in displaying His Truth.

Eventually, Christianity will have a bad connotation to it. And no human, believer or unbeliever, wants to be called bad. Being called weird is ok, but bad is unattractive. The Enemy Jesus wrote the scriptures for reproof. If reproof becomes a bad thing then the scriptures become bad – making the Enemy Jesus bad. A Christian will have to say they are not a Christian, because, otherwise, they are bad. Therefore, that desired Christian identity will fade away in humans. And a human without an identity is forever lost. Little would they realize that the Enemy Jesus did not go into the world to make bad people good. Rather he went into the world to make dead people live.

Wormwood then paused and slowly turned his head to the left. There was a picture of Satan on the wall. It partially covered a medium-sized crack that ran from the floor up to the roof. The young demons watched as Wormwood steadily walked over to the crack and delicately ran his palm over it.

“However,” begin Wormwood in a sudden, defeated voice, “the Enemy Jesus knows our plan and somehow has always seemed to be many steps ahead of us. Just look at the Cross and the Resurrection. Never never never forget that the Enemy Jesus has already won. The Enemy creates life where we constantly claim death … But that does not mean we cannot still try.  Class dismissed.”