We offer sanity.
Most people realize that “sanity” is a word representing a solid connection to reality. We dispute with our world the definition of reality, but we don’t have much argument about the meaning of the word “sanity.”
On the one hand, I’ve always had a strong compassion for the outsider. On the other hand, from earliest memory I’ve had a sense of calling to serve the needs of military people. It has nothing to do with an affinity for government service nor military bureaucracy, but a strong bond with folks who wear that uniform. It’s the people. I’ll never lose the adaptation I made to that lifestyle. The point here is not how right or wrong it is to wear that uniform, but a sense of divine calling.
You should fix in your own mind a sense of calling like that. I’d pay any price to be among those people today. In the midst of all the crazy crap that attaches to that, I felt like I had a genuine purpose in being alive. It was most vivid for me when I was ministering to those folks the sanity God gave me, the sense of reality He revealed. That’s the home of my soul, countering the vast machinery of lies without interfering with its workings. Once I discovered that divine peace from within, while wearing that uniform, it was as if my whole being came to life for the first time. I was completely integrated into God’s divine order of things.
So you should hardly be surprised at my wish to find a way back into that community. I could care less about the specifics of how God does it, only that I won’t have any rest in my soul until I am ministering sanity to them again. I know how to live with that huge insane machinery, to give the upper ranks whatever it is they imagine they want and still bring glory to God’s name. I know how to keep from being devoured and destroyed by that system. How could I not want to share that with others?
That same sense of calling should drive you. Somewhere out there in this screwed up world, the Father has a place for you and it will be an anchor point of who you are and were meant to be in His Creation. It will be the one place where you are in your element and your soul knows peace with God. Nobody human has any business judging for you what that is. Seek His face and know your divine destiny on this earth.
This is divine sanity.
(This seems like a good time to test the new tablet keyboard; it makes using a tablet for blogging a sane operation.)
Your pastor has a more specific prayer request regarding the future of our mission here in meat space. As a reminder, we have been seeking the Lord’s face regarding how we might reach out to military folks. This has been the target audience to whom I have been called since earliest childhood memory. My mind wandered all over the place on ways this might happen because my heart had not yet settled on a particular path.
Over the past couple of days, the wandering has arrived at a place my mind can recognize. We are specifically praying for a sponsor of sorts, someone in the military or other government service who is driven to embrace our message and provide the entry into the broader military community.
My wife and I tend to believe this will bring with it a package of obvious changes but the biggest is our domicile. Granted, we live now just five miles from one of the largest air bases in the US (Tinker AFB). We need to be closer, so we are praying for the means to simply cede this mobile home to my son and his family. We are more than half way to paying it off, so it’s not an impossible dream.
We believe we will need to reside in a place large enough to host small worship gatherings, at least for a while. We will need the capability of entertaining seekers, and our current situation simply does not permit that.
There’s not much more we can pray about until we see some movement on these two issues. So in your prayer time, remember to ask for a sponsor and a change of residence appropriate for the mission.
Don’t you just love how activists oversimplify everything?
Keep your guns. I’ve never had a good one, so I traded off the ones I did have that weren’t much good. Since I can get food without hunting, all I really need one for is home protection. The world is crazy and it’s my shepherd’s duty to protect the others near me.
But it still depends on God to supply. What He does not supply, I assume I do not need. Granted, my son living here with us (and his family) is a sheriff’s deputy with all the weapons you might expect he’d have as a gun lover. I don’t love them, but I enjoyed learning and using them in the military. Target shooting is just plain fun. And though I never really had to use it, I still have a strong tactical sense of how to use them in stressful situations. I don’t get agitated easily in moments like that.
But over the years gun ownership fell out of my religion. It’s still sensible, but it’s not an issue of “gotta have one” these days. You can’t accuse me of being a wacko peacenik or a Western religious pacifist, either. I have no delusions about some slick talent of talking people out of violence and criminal intent. I don’t suffer the Charismatic’s delusion about the power of words, as if Jesus somehow taught conjuring magic. Still, I’m honestly not worried about it.
What stands in the place of all that is hard to explain. I’ve always understood the theory of faith — do what your conscience demands and let God handle the rest. You can learn that and use it as a mental discipline. It tends to work for reasons most people don’t understand, but it works well enough in the sense that the results are generally good. But what about learning in your heart that you honestly aren’t concerned with the results?
This is the part I can’t explain. If your heart is still operating under constraints imposed by your mind, you won’t get it. If you’ve made some effort to teach your mind to obey your sensory heart, you’ll recognize it immediately. Depending on how far you’ve progressed down that path, you may be all fired up and tickled at it. That is, you may or may not experience much emotion, but something inside of you glows like the sun when people share their experiences of leading by the heart. Your heart knows, regardless if your mind understands.
No, I cannot explain the difference between sentiment and a move of the Spirit in your heart. I can tell you there is a big difference between emotion and Spirit; I’ve shared some of the tell-tale signs. Still, you are the only one who knows for yourself. The problem is, if you are deceived, you could still sit there nodding and be a complete fool about it. That’s how real faith works up against simple firm belief. The latter is deceptive and only God can break the addiction to the mind’s thrill to power.
Despite all the good and wonderful things we owe this virtual connection here at Kiln of the Soul, the one Christmas gift I most want to give and cannot is to let you see my faith in real time.
My heart tells me that in the near future I’m going to be working at some task that involves demonstrating that faith to some folks who’ve likely never seen anything to compare with it. As you might know, the heart is notoriously short on cognitive data, and long on power and faith. I’ve taken all the steps my mind can guess would help in preparing for this mission. For example, I’m now working from my laptop and tablet only, because I know with a certitude this fits whatever my heart is saying is necessary.
In the same sense I used to love guns, I used to love computers. I can scarcely tell you what a big change this is. The endless hours of hobby computing are finished. I haven’t tossed aside the skills and knowledge of either tactical gun use nor computer security and operations. I feel quite certain I’ll still use both at various times. But neither is anywhere near center stage. When you start letting your heart rule your life, no human can predict what it will do to you.
Living by your heart permits a wealth of complication and subtlety that most cannot even comprehend, because it empowers you to handle it. Merry Christmas, brothers and sisters.
So today in my email someone tried to steer me to a job opening as local coordinator (for Tinker AFB) for MAAF — Military Association of Atheists and Freethinkers. They like folks over 55 with social media experience and an ability to do outreach. I chuckled as I read the description.
Here’s the thing: I could do the job, and I’m quite willing to help military people facing religious pressure. Boy, do I know how it feels to be harassed by evangelical zealots! In fact, the most obnoxious and ornery military folks I know are some brand of Pentecostal/Charismatic, and they are all too pushy about their religion. So I can see the point of MAAF, because there is this nasty incestuous synergy within pro-military right-wing religious fanatics.
The major problem with MAAF is that it draws some of the most spitefully antagonistic evangelical atheists. I have no problem with the freethinkers part, but those who seem to speak for Western atheists these days are downright mean. So while I could do the work they need done, and with a full and free conscience supporting their interests, they would probably harass me just as bad as the religious fanatics. Despite my long experience and savvy with religious zealotry in the military and my full desire to honestly protect them, they would never tolerate me.
Sometimes I think the two opposing groups deserve each other.
It’s Thanksgiving Day here in the US and I’m already full; I woke up full.
Meanwhile the disciples were urging him, “Rabbi, eat something.” But he said to them, “I have food to eat that you know nothing about.” So the disciples began to say to one another, “No one brought him anything to eat, did they?” Jesus said to them, “My food is to do the will of the one who sent me and to complete his work. Don’t you say, ‘There are four more months and then comes the harvest?’ I tell you, look up and see that the fields are already white for harvest!” (John 4:31-35 NET)
Missing a meal won’t hurt your body much. Despite my enthusiasm for food, even I manage to lose track now and then and miss a meal. We who are spiritually aware operate on multiple levels simultaneously. The body has its own chatter, as does the reasoning mind. But then there’s the moral considerations of the heart along with the ineffable moves of the Spirit in our spirits. Each of those is theoretically separate faculties, but the mind can have a tough time figuring out which is which and struggles to organize a meaningful response.
I went through US Army Basic Training twice. It’s a long story, but during that second episode, one of the few intelligent instructors said something about watching your bunkmate climb inside his locker and shutting the door. It’s more than needing time alone; it’s the necessity of processing things. Basic Training is meant to churn out thousands of minimally conditioned folks in the shortest possible amount of time. It’s supposed to be cost effective, but the failure rate is atrociously high. Not in terms of wash-outs, but it’s more a problem with those passed through who never actually adapted. The Army is a place where the few normal people can excel or go nuts, and often both. Too many people have no idea how to process reality, so they keep dumping huge amounts back at us regular folks who do process.
Jesus went often into the wilderness areas for prayer and contemplation. Near as we can figure, His ministry ran about three years. His work seemed more days in solitude or alone with His select few associates, punctuated with brief periods of hectic activity among the masses. A critical element in His work, particularly the miracles, was restoring divine moral justice. That is, He put things back where they should have been if only Israel had obeyed the Covenant. The blessings of covenant obedience included reasonable levels of prosperity, security and health, but most important was social stability. Those were summed up in the word shalom. Jesus put some shalom back into the lives of the people who didn’t have the power to influence the bad leadership of religion and government. Those people suffered from the curse of others’ disobedience.
We note the Gospel writers often mention in parabolic language how Jesus felt compassion for the sheep of Israel. In moral terms, they were scattered by evil shepherds who refused to shepherd them.
In our virtual world, it can be much the same. On FB, some of my friends are like bleating sheep. They are obviously concerned about a lot of things, scampering from one threat to another, so they don’t feed on grace and don’t drink from the Spirit. It’s really hard to project a shepherd’s presence in the virtual atmosphere, yet people tell me they can sense it. So while some of my FB friends post tons of distracting shit, I try to be a lot more selective. I’m trying to restore some peace and open their minds to the other faculties God gave us for handling this world.
Most of the time I don’t react to the noise. If someone asks for a response, I’ll gladly give it. However, most of them are too busy scampering around a jillion different competing issues and posting tons of links, images, etc. It takes time and my own sense of internal order to filter through it all. It’s a load of crap mostly, but how else can I feed the sheep? How else do I get their attention to things that really matter? I have to tolerate a lot of crowding with unwashed bodies and senseless chatter and constant interruptions of my own needs.
Be strong, for the fields are white unto harvest.
If you take yourself too seriously, you cannot follow Christ.
Holy Cynicism is not dismissive of humanity, but of human motivations. When we keep in mind that this entire universe is a deception, locked under the Curse of the Fall, we can to train the mind to operate for Christ’s glory. His glory for you is wherever He calls you. All human rules about religion are inherently bogus because humans keep trying to change reality. Not just in the particulars, but it’s fallen human nature to ignore God’s revelation of reality and to keep trying to fix things that God says cannot be fixed.
That sort of mistake leaves little room for focusing on things Christ said can be fixed inside of us. Christ redeems individuals, not human institutions or systems. Human systems are doomed and damned, belonging to this world which has a distinct expiration date known only to God.
Holy Cynicism says you can join the military and bless His name. Not because you believe the relentless bullshit of the official narrative, but you let it slide and pretend to care. Yeah, the officials take it seriously — maybe. Meanwhile, you know that you wear the uniform of Heaven first, and the rest is just the context of your service in Christ’s Kingdom. His Kingdom manifests on earth through individuals walking by His illumination and power, but is not rooted on this earth. So we allow fallen and blind men to assert their human authority and play along because it’s where the Lord wants us.
Holy Cynicism allows you to see that the training and experiences of such military service can help you overcome your flesh. It can teach you to discount the cry of the flesh for comfort, in favor of pursuing something bigger than your self. You learn to tolerate discomfort and Spartan conditions because some things are worth doing at almost any cost. It doesn’t make you a hero, just useful for certain objectives. That’s good enough to earn your keep while chasing Christ’s glory. While the worthy pursuits are seldom what the military officers say they are, that’s not the point. If you feel called to serve in a military uniform, by all means, seek Christ there, because the whole earth is the Lord’s domain. Manifest His glory by how you go about the task.
Trust in God. If He allows you to face those impossible decisions along the way, you aren’t alone in them. There is precious little moral difference between that and serving as a peace activist and anti-government protester. The ostensible aim of both occupations is just more of human politics. You can learn the same self-denial and Spartan comfort either way, but if you take the official narrative seriously, both are sin for you.
The difference is in you, not in the activity itself. Making room in your mind for tolerance of human futility is a necessary element in bringing Christ and His glory to human awareness. People are going to do stupid shit and devote vast resources to lies. That is the norm of human existence. Yes, it’s evil, but it’s not your problem. Your problem is your self; therein lies something you can change with the help of Christ.
It only sounds like moral relativism if your moral frame of reference is here rooted on earth. If you can understand it with your mind, it’s not worth your care. The only things truly worthy of devotion are beyond your mind. Stop serving your intellect; make it serve you in following Christ. Your intellect is under the Curse of the Fall. Don’t trust it. You must unseat the mind from the throne of your soul, or Christ cannot rule. Your mind is arrogantly convinced it can handle ultimate truth, that it can measure and grasp reality.
You can’t handle the truth, but you can let Him handle you.