He stared at it for a long time. Suddenly, the meaning of the mural became clear, like a scene viewed through lenses revolving into focus. The blurred shapes of reality drew together into a sharp, piercing landscape of moral disaster. I'm fighting back the overwhelming urge to be sick, with a shudder, a chill, and watery eyes. From the look of the moment, getting to know you, I probably don't have to tell you that IT SUCKS TO HAVE PROPHETIC VISIONS. You probably already know that. You also know I went to great lengths to take that warning bell to those I saw who needed it most, wrapping it up in such a carefully tailored suit, it was not only well circulated here, but even published at LF City Times, that super secular, cynical stronghold of libertarianism. Although when they finally felt that hint of final judgement creeping up on their own necks, they burried it.
The visionary of our age can't help but see one thing. You're stuck with a vivid glimpse into the future, through that little space cleared in that dirty windshield, and like an innocent adolescent caught up in shock at his first glimpse of a pornographic image, you want to both scream and cry.
I've been away from the vision for some time, just suppressing it in order to get by, just to get along with my friends and loved ones. But it seems I've missed a great deal.
For decades I looked forward with delight toward the next image from that visionary gift. But now it's actually become a burden, a veritable curse. I can hardly bear to look ahead, because what I see is not only exceedingly dismal, it's apocalyptic. Tell me I'm over reacting. Please. But sometimes it seems like being caught in that very moment just before an automobile accident. That instant when you're still pushing on the brakes, but with less and less conviction, as the adrenaline rushes up and weakens your legs, because although you know you have to keep standing on that brake with all your might jsut as long as you can, you also realize there's no way you're going to avoid a terrible crash.
The very same authority that is virtually our only authority for believing that "God is love" also clearly teaches that God is just, and that those who do not meet him clothed in his gift of salvation and grace must meet him naked, without a wedding garment.
Dear Coyote ... your reply has been on my mind. Words fail at present. You understand.
It would be a lie to pretend you're over-reacting. Yet, at the same time there is a certain consolation.
I speak a lot of time about conflict of "eternal present" proportions yet -- at the same time -- I recognize that I'm using the phrase in the context of Time. To be truthful, it's in engaging the "eternal present" of this plane that one does find real hope and the faith necessary to face one's circumstances and visions without fear.
It's only then you tap into the truly awesome and become an instrument for real justice and that omnipotent love (and mercy) which conquers all.
That you've done -- and done well -- else folks like me would not have seized on your posts and, with the clarity reflection on same afforded, answered your clarion call to fight the good fight.
There is an Is, Was and Ever Shall Be to this world ... and the next. In the words of another good man and true I love and have followed for years on this forum ...
May God continue to steer you to the truth. May He continue to flow through your body, mind, spirit and soul. I pray that He will continue to fill you with His boldness and fire. And I pray that He will continue to guide your every step, on His path, until you can reach out and grab His loving hands, and enter into the joys of the Lord, on the streets of gold, with your brothers and sisters in Christ, in a new Heaven, in His paradise. If anyone ever asks you what you would wish for if you could have anything you want, tell them what I tell them. My only hope and desire it to hear my Lord say:
Well done, though good and faithful servant: thou hast been faithful over a few things, I will make thee ruler over many things ... enter thou into the joy of thy Lord.
That is all that really matters. Everything else is dust in the wind. God bless.