Come out of her, my people,
Okay, I'm curious. Where will you go?
I've heard nice things about New Zealand. . . Personally, I think it's better to have the fight right here in the engine-room of the world. But are you saying you have other plans?
New Zealand is a beautiful country, but it’s also very liberal. I understand that if you reveal there that you’re a believing Christian, you’re viewed as a weirdo and are mocked.
—Okay, I’m curious. Where will you go?—
The context of Revelation 18 (and most of it, actually) makes this scripture something that is not speaking so much as a geographical loacation, but a culture. A way of life. A system.
In that spirit, two weeks before Obama was elected, I bought a small farm and home in rural, central Kentucky. In August of 2011 I moved there from my home of 45 years, Seattle.
Our chickens produce four times the eggs we could eat. We have a very large garden and goats and will be picking up a couple of beef calves this winter. I’m working towards solar, as backup at first.
We have “come out of her” the best way we know how. But ultimately, everything is in His hands anyway. And life itself is a mist. My favorite book in the OT, Ecclesiastes, covers it nicely.
I’ve said that the “courageous” Jews of early 30’s Germany were not the ones that ended up fighting for their lives. Rather, they were the ones that got on a boat to England pronto. Sometimes you choose your battles.
I’ve asked “How will things improve if Romney wins? What does 2013-2016 look like with a Romney presidency? The answer? I hope to be completely self sufficient before that plays out. He will slow down some of the incredible Obama mistakes, but I can’t see the world getting out of this without going through something worse than WDI and WWII. We’re experiencing the easy part of WDII now, and WWIII seems to be more clearly on the horizon with every passing day.
And regarding my current home, the scariest scene in any modern movie, for me, is the opening scenes of Inglorious Basterds because of its implications (there’s nowhere to hide).