This subject has been on my mind for weeks and keeps leeching into other discussions and presentations. I am realizing that I’ve been talking about it for years; you could easily dig through my feed history to find the proof. It’s a dense subject:
We — humanity — are in a dire state of complete inability to relate to human beings.
In the Middle Ages gnostic monks would have themselves walled up in caves so they could avoid the temptations of the outside world. We have found ways to do the exact same thing but with virtual walls, walls made up of peer groups and miserly isolation. We have found a way to settle in to comfortable associations and thereby block out the remainder of the world.
The debates tonight, both the event itself and the commentary and side discussions surrounding it, show the bitter, vehement spite we have for those who don’t align to us.
It’s nothing new, but the realization of how foundationally Satan has immobilized us to each other is staggering to me. We are in a strange entropy, seeing the breakdown of even the most sacred threads of connection left.
Even in the small scales you see it: churches who can’t bring themselves to reach out to the lost and broken because they can’t relate, TED talks about poverty from and to people who have never had to pay for their own meal, relatives who don’t speak over ideological differences, the utter destruction of the family unit, the list goes on.
We speak the same words but different languages. We see the same facts but carry away different truths. How do we repair a breach so fundamental? How do we, the followers of Christ, who are driven in this world by the singular desire to bring all of humanity with us to worship and feel the joy of the Almighty God, reach across this Babel-like confusion? The answer is that we can’t. In this I glory, in this I find eternal hope, because it is in these very kinds of absolute impossibility that He steps in to remind us that we do nothing, we affect no change under our own capacity, but that it is He who acts through us to perform miracles.
I can’t express to you what I see coming, what I feel paves the road ahead, but I can tell you that I have been granted a vision of what might be. His power is limitless and He will show every person the truth of His reign. I long for that day, for that reality to come through. These feeble words I wield so often to illustrate my mind, occasionally with the grace to show you the inside of my heart, will fail in that day.
Until then I will continue to follow His guidance and use them to try and expose the enemy for what he is: the deceiving miscreant, the inflated lion-child stomping his feet to garner attention. The world has eyes only for him, but it will not always be so. In the mighty name of Jesus I claim it…