The Last Show

(Inspired by Ms. Michaela Love’s testimony.)

The darkness before the dawn is


By the nose-tingling haze that hangs in the theatre.

I breathe it in.

Will the haze smell different on a different stage?

Clop, clop, clop.

My shoes hit that squeaky spot

In the floor

For the last time.

The last time.

Years of ignoring it,

Deploring it,

Exploring it,

The passage of time has had enough.

“Time to move on.”

I stand in the wing,

Awaiting my entrance.

For the last time.

“There will be other shows.”

Not like these were.

“Greater things await.”

And this one is leaving me.

Can I do this?

Can I move on?

I so strongly want to stay.

I want to leave.

I want to enter.

I want to take my last bow.

All this conflict…why now?

I wait in the wing,

The haze still tingling my nostrils.

It’s so…


I can’t do this. 

It needs to end.

I can’t do this.

All things move on.






“Take a breath.

“Breathe the breath of life I’ve given.


“To sing with the voice I’ve given.

“To act with the vigor

“I placed within the sinews of the body

“I gave you.

“You can do this.

“Breathe, and I will give you your voice.

“Breathe as you move on.

“Breathe as you venture forward.

“Breathe as you drown in sorrow.

“Breathe as you celebrate the

“Miracle of miracles

“That this life is.

“As you travel

“Far from this home you love,


The God of the universe reaches out His hands,

Cradles my face

And tells me

To breathe.


I breathe,

Taste the haze,

See the darkness,

And step into the light,

For my

Last show.


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A funny word, abandoned.

Alone, forgotten, left to die.

But also,





Abandoned. Am I abandoned? Am I broken? Lost? Ready? Ready for what? What does “ready” even mean?

We like to say “be open, be honest, be present.” But who really knows what that means?

We’ve abandoned ourselves to jargon and platitudes. They sound nice in songs, spice up speeches, scour our pearly tombs, supplement a facade.

But show me someone who’s abandoned, and I’ll show you fear, nerves, tears, late nights awake, swearing, breakdowns, closed-off hearts.

Since when has being “abandoned” become an easy thing???

Don’t throw around that word unless you’re ready to admit what it really means. It carries pain, suffering, tears, fear, and times of shock and darkness. It’s not a fun word.

I’m scared. Terrified.

But I’m tired. If being abandoned means pain and fear, at least it means you’re feeling something.

I can’t escape the feeling of a cliff dive into a misty void. Cliff dives are easy when you can see the bottom.

But will I jump to a place hidden by the wiles of the world? Will I step onto a world of willowy waves and ethereal mist just for the possibility of a miracle?

Will I abandon myself to possible oblivion for the hope of something greater?


How to Not Let 2018 Be Terrible

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“This year was awful.”

“Worst year ever.”

“Here’s hoping we don’t screw up 2018.”

Whatever happened to “Happy New Year?”

Peppering my news feed the past few days have been posts, videos, and song parodies about how 2017 was the worst year on record, and how people are just ready for it to be over, but are worried we’re just going to screw up next year just as badly.

I mean…yeah, some terrible things happened in 2017. The California wildfires. Hurricanes Irma, Harvey, and Jose. Harvey Weinstien, et al.

But so many good things happened too. The “Me Too” movement helped victims of sexual abuse feel safe to finally bring to light their plight. Poverty rates are down. And, less world-changing perhaps, “Star Wars” got its next installment.

Look, I get it. I recognize that I’ve got a pretty privileged life. But all this focus on gloom and doom feels…forced. A bit like whining.

We sound like…dare I say it…the MASS MEDIA.

If you’re looking for bad things, you’re going to find it in spades. EVERY year has a ton of terrible things. That’s the unfortunate nature of the world we live in.

But focusing on it, refusing to acknowledge the good, and going into a new year with an attitude of “oh boy, hope we don’t die this year” is only going to help you with one thing: finding more crap to complain about.

We underestimate the extreme power our attitudes have on the way we experience life. Two people, under the exact same external circumstances, can have completely different experiences based solely on their internal life. It’s amazingly powerful. Choosing to focus on the bad things, (and yes, it is a choice,) uses that same power…but uses it to depress and discourage us.

I sincerely wonder if the epidemic of anxiety and depression we’ve seen in recent years is due to some odd overarching attitude of hopelessness and refusal to accept the good in life as good. I’m not offering a diagnosis, but it’s something to think about, isn’t?

I’m not saying ignore the bad things. All I’m saying is don’t let 2017 or 2018 become a year of all bad things. I’d wager there were one or two really good things that happened to you this year. Challenge yourself. Write them down. Maybe even write down every good thing that happens to you in 2018, so that when you get to New Year’s Eve next year (and you will make it,) and the inevitable “OH MY GOSH 2018 WAS THE WORST YEAR EVER” posts come (and they will come,) you can pull out your list and remember all the good.

Every year is a mixed bag. Anything else would be less than real life. But real life is rarely ever all good or all bad. So find the balance.

Of course…all these negative posts could just be coming from BuzzFeed and NowThis and all those other “sources,” which kind of negates this whole post…’cause does anyone actually take them seriously?

“The Last Jedi” Review (SPOILERS!)

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I’ve never really been a Star Wars fan. I played the Lego Star Wars games as a kid, and of course, I KNEW about the series. But up until…well, really the past year, I never had much interest in the franchise.

My first introduction to the films was (prepare yourself, hardcore Star Wars fans, ’cause you’re gonna hate me,) Episode III. I know. That was the first one I watched. And get this, I really liked it.

I’ve since watched the original trilogy, as well as Rogue One and now both Episodes VII and VIII. I say all this to ask you to keep this in mind as we continue: I am by no means a Star Wars connoisseur, nor do I have a deep and intimate knowledge of the lore of the universe. I will probably make some mistakes. But this is my honest critique of Episode VIII from the perspective of a relative newcomer.

Also, in case the title didn’t tip you off, there are full-on spoilers below, so…if you haven’t watched it, watch it, then come back. Continue reading

That’s Not Your Job!

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You know what really irritates me? These Christians who think they can go ahead and make people feel uncomfortable.

If there’s one thing I know, it’s that our job on this earth is to make people feel good just the way they are and the way they’re living. We shouldn’t make ANYONE feel uncomfortable about who they are. They might change! And everyone’s perfect the way they are, right? No one should have to change.

Sound crazy? Well, just look at Jesus. He never made anyone feel uncomfortable. He just went along with whatever was going on. He was super chilled out 100% of the time. That’s why He was so popular. You think people would have followed someone who bucked against everything they knew? That’s crazy talk.

Jesus didn’t teach that we’re supposed to be disliked by the world. If anything, He told us that we’re supposed to love our enemies, right? And love means accept. Love means make them feel comfortable. Love means let them do what they think is right without saying anything. If anyone feels uncomfortable around you, then you’re not loving them; you’re being bigoted.

Jesus didn’t teach that people should want to change around us. Sure, SOME people may have changed around Him, but He’s JESUS. People are supposed to change around Him. Besides, it was only the really bad people who changed around Jesus.

We’re not called to do anything more than Jesus did, right? We’re supposed to just follow Him and love everybody. And remember, love doesn’t make people uncomfortable. Love embraces and comforts everybody and everything they do.

Can you imagine what would have happened if Jesus made people feel uncomfortable? Christianity as we know it might not even exist! He lived in some terrible times; can you imagine what the Romans would have done to someone who made too big a racket? Jesus might have been made fun of.

That’s the worst thing, isn’t it? Being made fun of. How dare people think they can make fun of us for being who we are. But then again, they’ll probably only make fun of you if you make them feel uncomfortable. People don’t like people who make them uncomfortable or who make them feel like maybe what they’re doing is wrong. If they’re making fun of you, you probably deserve it. Maybe YOU’RE the one who needs to change, ever think about that?

And lastly, Jesus NEVER told anyone to change what they were doing. Who are we to think we can just tell people what to do? We’re no better than they are. Jesus said “judge not,” so who are we to say what’s right and wrong? Remember the woman caught in adultery? Jesus told her that He didn’t condemn her, so why should we say anything against anyone, even if we think what they’re doing is wrong? Maybe it’s wrong for us, but right and wrong are different for everyone. As long as they say they think it’s right, then you’ll just have to be okay with that.

Jesus didn’t make people change. He didn’t go against the world. He just was whatever people needed Him to be. Like Paul said, “I become all things to all people.” We should just be what people want us to be. We can live out our faith in our own lives, but we can’t expect other people to change or engage us on it. We have our lives; they have theirs. That’s all there is to it.

Honestly, where do these “Christians” get off thinking they’re the greatest thing to happen to Christianity since Martin Luther? It’s not our job to change people. It’s our job to love and accept. As long as people feel comfortable, we’re doing our job.

Jesus never made anyone feel uncomfortable with who they were. Imagine what they would have done to Him. Nobody ever did anything bad to Jesus. Ever.

Day By Day

About a week and a half ago, I jumped feet first onto the crazy raceway that is my senior year of college. Part of that craziness, actually, the main source of that craziness, is our studio musical, Godspell.

Odds are you’ve heard of it. First conceived in the ’70’s, Godspell is a…loose retelling of the Gospel of Matthew. In it, Jesus and His followers tell many of the parables we’re familiar with, the parable of the sower, the Prodigal Son, the Good Samaritan, the unfaithful servant, et cetera, et cetera. These parables are retold in imaginative and downright hilarious ways, and it’s caused me to take a better look at some of these stories on which I grew up.

Chugging right along with these high-energy parables is a score by renowned composer Stephen Schwartz, known for other shows like Pippin and, you may not have heard of this one, Wicked.

Even if you don’t know the show, you may know one song in particular that has taken on a life of its own: Day By Day. This song has been covered by many musical artists and groups, including, believe it or not, DC Talk.

The song’s lyrics are very simple. In fact, throughout the entire song, it only repeats one verse:

Day by day, day by day,

Oh, dear Lord, three things I pray,

To see thee more clearly,

Love thee more dearly,

Follow thee more nearly,

Day by day.

Simple, that is, in concept only.

When I first listened to the show, I thought of Day By Day as just another pretty song in a great show. And it is that. But it’s so much more.

This semester, for the first time in my life, I have come to grips with how much of my own stress, panic, and anxiety is myself allowing myself to panic. When I allow myself to get caught up with future events that may or may not go the way I want/fear, then panic begins to set in and the walls start closing in.

That’s where the simple truth of this song shines through, day by day. We’re never called to seek God for help for two weeks from now, or three days from now, or even tomorrow. We are called to, every day, take up our cross and follow Him. Jesus didn’t tell us to ask Him for a stockpile of strength for the next week. He told us to seek Him every day. 

“And he said to all, “If anyone would come after me, let him deny himself and take up his cross daily and follow me.” –Luke 9:23

There will never come a day where we do not need God. We cannot rely on a good devotional session or church service the day before to carry us.

That’s been my mantra this semester. Don’t seek God for next week. Don’t seek Him for tomorrow. Seek Him for today, and trust that when you wake up the next morning, He will be there once again, ready to help you get through the next day.

It’s downright amazing how much less stressed and panicked I am this semester. I’ve taken ownership of each day through the power of God within me. I just don’t let myself worry about tomorrow, knowing that, with God’s grace, tomorrow will take care of itself.

That gives this beautiful song a whole new meaning, and brings new life into a 40-year-old musical about the life of Christ, who turned this whole world and everything we believe about it and other people on its head.

“Therefore do not be anxious about tomorrow, for tomorrow will be anxious for itself. Sufficient for the day is its own trouble.” –Jesus

Day by day, day by day,

Oh, dear Lord, three things I pray,

To see thee more clearly,

Love thee more dearly,

Follow thee more nearly,

Day by day.

The Bare Minimum


buzz·word \ˈbəz-ˌwərd\
  1. 1:  an important-sounding usually technical word or phrase often of little meaning used chiefly to impress laymen

  2. 2:  a voguish word or phrase —called also buzz phrase

We live in a buzz culture. All it takes for something to take over the collective culture mind is an interview with a sassy woman who ain’t got time for bronchitis and BAM: new late night talk show host guest.

The most baffling thing about our buzz culture is the way that activism and social justice have evolved in the face of buzz culture. Campaigns have always had slogans and images, but now, the words and ideas associated with a cause can become completely divorced from their source and take on a new life of their own.

The word “tolerance” gets thrown around a TON, usually imploring people to accept and love those who have different lifestyles than their own. Odds are, if you’re in a conversation about race relations, LGBTQ rights, or religious differences, you’re going to hear the word “tolerance” uttered at least once. Christians, especially, either throw this word or have this word thrown at them a very large amount.

This is a curious word to use, at least to me, because of what it implies. The word “tolerate” literally means: “allow the existence, occurrence, or practice of (something that one does not necessarily like or agree with) without interference.”

Which is fine…I guess.

But, as Christians, are we really that despondent about our humanity that THAT’S what we’re imploring people to do? Literally not try to wipe people they disagree with out of existence? That’s just…that’s just sad.

As Christians, I don’t recall Jesus telling us to tolerate our enemies. I don’t see John urging us to tolerate one another. I believe the word used is love.

Love is a dangerous word. It’s lost so much of its meaning today, mainly through the over-sexualization of the word. Love is not hormones. It’s not what millions of college students feel when they’re drunk and/or high at their first freshman party.

Love is dangerous. Radical. Love doesn’t just deny itself, it blasts past its own interests without a second thought. It refuses to consider, even for a moment, putting itself above others. It doesn’t flinch at the thought of its own destruction if it serves the interests of the party at which it is directed.

And as Christians, it’s what we’re called to do.

Love also speaks up when it sees wrong. It seeks to keep those at whom it is directed out of harm’s way. Love will not shut itself up to keep from offending people if it sees immediate danger.

But love will not be hateful. It will not call names. It will not minimize the other person or their experience. It will not discount someone’s existence or life because it disagrees. It will make itself heard, but it will, ultimately, leave the choice up to the other party.

Christians are also called to have grace. Grace “covers a multitude of sins.” Grace doesn’t hold things it thinks are wrong over the heads of others. Grace doesn’t rub anything in anyone’s face. Grace looks past differences and sees people as…people.

Love and grace go hand in hand. They’re essential attributes of God Himself. It’s my goal for this summer to focus on getting close to God. The closer I draw to Him, the more like Him I will become. And the more like Him I become, the more grace and love will become essential attributes of me. Radical love and supernatural grace will, over time, become habit, but only through God’s power. Nothing I can do in my own power will give me the power to love with that power or intensity.

I think “tolerance” is the bare minimum requirement for our existence as humans in general, let alone for those who claim to have Christ living within them. When it comes to matters of lifestyles with which we disagree, tolerance is a given. The fact that we’re being urged to simply tolerate others is sad.

If I draw closer to God, I will discover how to relate to those with whom I disagree. I will learn how to relate with this culture and this world. We will never fit in, because we have something within us that runs counter to the current of the world. But that doesn’t mean we have to just tolerate the people within it.

I can’t give you hard-and-fast rules for dealing with people with whom you disagree. I can’t give you a script for arguments like that. I can just urge you to push yourself past tolerance and seek to move into a radical love and grace that can only be found in God.

Stop posting on social media, stop posting rant videos, dare I say it, stop writing ranting blog posts. Get into your prayer closet, get on your knees, and seek God. Stop trying to do it on your own. Admit that, on our own, we won’t get very far past tolerance. As humans, we cannot love with the love that others need so desperately. Seek to be like God. Don’t try to philosophize your way out.

Rediscover love. Rediscover grace.

Then show it.



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Rant warning: I have strong feelings about what’s to come. You’ve been warned.

We good? All right then, here goes nothing.


I mean, seriously, it seems like it should be common sense to respect each other. It’s been shoved down our throats by the left and right alike for months now, and yet we have convenient memory loss whenever we find something we hate.

Look, I’ll admit that I make jokes about ideologies I disagree with, but I also joke about my own side’s ridiculous tendencies. But even I must admit I may need to back off a little bit.

But recently I’ve found Christians taking part in something that I find rather troubling: mocking the President.

I told you this was going to get uncomfortable.

It sure does seem like people like to mock Donald Trump to high heaven. After all, what sane person could do otherwise, right? He’s a lunatic. Madman. Anyone who would dare support him must be out of their mind.

But keep in mind that many quite sane, intelligent, and well-read people think the same thing about Hillary Clinton. Arguing that anyone who doesn’t agree with your viewpoint is insane is frankly the opposite of tolerance and acceptance, something else that has been shoved down our throats as of late.

Look, I don’t like Donald Trump. He’s arrogant, loud-mouthed, and frankly, acts very childish many times. But here’s another thing he is: President.

Here’s a Scripture verse that’s been preached to evangelical conservatives a lot the past 8 years:

“Let every person be subject to the governing authorities. For there is no authority except from God, and those that exist have been instituted by God. Therefore whoever resists the authorities resists what God has appointed, and those who resist will incur judgment. For rulers are not a terror to good conduct, but to bad. Would you have no fear of the one who is in authority? Then do what is good, and you will receive his approval, for he is God’s servant for your good. But if you do wrong, be afraid, for he does not bear the sword in vain. For he is the servant of God, an avenger who carries out God’s wrath on the wrongdoer.” –Romans 13:1-4

This verse has conveniently been forgotten by Christians who are now dead-set against Trump. Note that Paul gives no qualification for respect. He doesn’t say respect godly authority. He doesn’t say respect likable authority. He doesn’t even say respect responsible authority. He says respect governing authorities. That’s it.

Like it or not, Trump is in office. I’m not saying he’s God’s saving hope for America. But he is President. The office of President has been authorized by the authority of God.  “There is no authority except from God.” All authority is from Him, so by disrespecting those in authority, you, in essence, are scoffing at the authority of God.

This isn’t a long post, because it’s a very simple issue. Note that by “respect,” I don’t mean agree. I don’t mean don’t speak out. I don’t mean don’t have an opinion. I don’t even mean don’t protest.

By respect, I mean respect. I mean don’t mock. Don’t demonize. Don’t scoff and belittle.

This attitude I see, portrayed strongly by Christians, no less, teaches our generation that if we don’t like someone, we don’t have to respect them. We don’t have to take them seriously. After all, we disagree. What good could they do anyway?

Again, I am not saying you have to like or agree with him. But respect him. He’s in office now, and the office’s authority is from God. Keep that in mind next time you cuss out the President.


The Cosmic Balancing Act

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Our world is one of rhetoric, and urges us to pick a side and fight. Amid all the flying words and verbal thrashings, it’s hard to keep track of what’s truly behind the issues about which we fight. Feminism, stereotyping, race relations, virtually everything that can be defended has been subsequently blown way out of proportion by both the proponents and opponents of every view.

I’ve done quite a bit of thinking about these issues since I’ve been at school, surrounded by strong-willed, intelligent individuals who fall on all degrees of the spectrum of belief. I agree with some and disagree with others, but I respect the journeys they’ve taken to get to their conclusions, even if their conclusions differ vastly from my own.

One of these issues that I’m in the middle of, and one that I’ve written quite a bit about here, is feminism. This post isn’t about feminism, but it will use it as an example of a larger point.

In mainstream feminism, what’s the word you hear thrown around most derisively and furiously? Odds are, it’s the word “patriarchy.” The patriarchy refers to the fact that for most of human history, men have run society. For the majority of recorded history, men have run government, businesses, societal circles, and virtually any other institution you can think of. Recently, women have been making their way into these circles of influence, breaking “glass ceilings” and “fighting the patriarchy,” to use some buzzwords.

So the patriarchy is 110% evil and should be destroyed in any and all forms, correct?

Okay, first off: the patriarchy, in its ultimate form, the one usually referred to by mainstream feminists, is bad. Women should have a hand in affairs in all of society. After all…they live in it. Kind of makes sense they should have a hand in it.

But what if the patriarchy has its origins in a fundamental fact of life? Is it possible it didn’t simply spring out of nothing, but instead has its base roots in something true? Have we ever seen anything simply happen out of thin air?

Satan, in and of himself, has no power to create. All he can do is corrupt what God has already created. Sin is, in essence, the perversion and exaggeration of the good things God has created. Gluttony is our natural pleasure for eating taken to a sinful degree. Lust is our natural sex drive blown far out of proportion.

The patriarchy is a natural difference between men and women blown way, way out of proportion.

Before you attack me, let me explain. I am in no way saying men as a whole are at all more skilled, intelligent, or capable of leadership than women are as a whole. But men are, on the whole, stronger than women. Men, on average, will outperform women in physical tasks, and it’s no secret that men and women think very differently. Their priorities are different, and the way they process and take in the world around them is different. There are always exceptions of course, but on the whole, that’s generally how it is.

On the other hand, women are more perceptive, caring, rational, and nurturing than men. In certain senses, women are stronger than men. When a child is hurt, he doesn’t run to Dad, he runs to Mom. Women will read emotions better than men, and will be able to make decisions based on those perceptions better than men.

“Likewise, husbands, live with your wives in an understanding way, showing honor to the woman as the weaker vessel, since they are heirs with you of the grace of life, so that your prayers may not be hindered” –1 Peter 3:7

Notice that the Bible never equates “weaker” with “inferior.” In no way are women inferior to men. However, when it comes to leadership, there is a tendency for men to be stronger leaders, be it in the home or elsewhere.

Perhaps the patriarchy is a natural balance blown out of control to the exclusion of women from all aspects of society.

Thus explains my main issue with mainstream feminism: it pushes for the abolition of any form of this natural order, throwing something that God has established out of the window.

I know this sentiment can be and will be easily misconstrued as chauvinism, especially because I’m a man and haven’t experienced the inequality weighed against women. But let me explain a bit more about what I’m really saying. I’m not saying men should dominate women. I’m not saying they alone should run society. This natural order of things in no way means men should dominate. In fact, it means quite the opposite; everything should be in balance. God’s systems always have balance.

“Husbands, love your wives, as Christ loved the church and gave himself up for her, 26 that he might sanctify her, having cleansed her by the washing of water with the word, 27 so that he might present the church to himself in splendor, without spot or wrinkle or any such thing, that she might be holy and without blemish.[a] 28 In the same way husbands should love their wives as their own bodies. He who loves his wife loves himself.” –Ephesians 5:25-28

We hear many sermons on how wives should submit to their husbands, but we don’t hear much about this verse. Husbands should love their wives as Christ loves the church. Since when has Christ forced His will upon us? Since when has He completely ignored our voices and dragged us along to do what He wants? Since when has He dominated us? As C.S. Lewis puts it, as Screwtape in The Screwtape Letters, “Merely to override a human will (as His felt presence in any but the faintest and most mitigated degree would certainly do) would be for [God] useless. He cannot ravish. He can only woo.”

Husbands should not dominate. They should not rule with an iron fist. They should guide. Lead. Leaders are self-sacrificial. They blaze trails in ways those they are leading cannot. They lay themselves down for those they are sworn to protect. They hear their voices and cherish them. They lead not because they are superior, but because they are able and called to do so.

In much the same way, women must use their own strengths to work in the partnership of marriage. They should care for their children, see things their husbands cannot, advise, and guide.

Marriage, when it is in balance, is the ultimate example of cooperation and partnership. Men as the pathfinder, women as the helpmeet. Each has his or her own strengths that will be put to use in their journey together.

When, as is the case with everything the enemy touches, it is blown out of proportion, we see the patriarchy fought against so harshly by feminists. We see a man dominate a wife and a wife be run roughshod over so that her voice is no longer heard and she has no influence on her life. This is sinful. It is selfishness and gluttony.

This natural balance says nothing about women’s role in society. They can and should have voices in government, in the workplace, and in the church. But their voice will be very different than men’s. It will have a naturally more emotional and empathetic tone. Their perspective will, as a rule, be different. It has a definite and vital place, but it is NOT the same as men’s.

Ignoring any sense of gender role ignores a fundamental law of the way God has created men and women. And whenever humankind tries to make one of God’s systems our own, the enemy easily infiltrates and perverts.

Like I said, this post isn’t supposed to be about feminism, but instead, it’s about the way the enemy works and tricks us into fighting God Himself. Even stereotypes, be it racial, sexual, or political, have truthful roots. Stereotypes are, like all sin, truthful roots grown out of proportion. As a writer, I do not want stereotypical characters. But I must draw from natural truths about certain groups of people. My task is to determine what is true, and what has been manufactured by the enemy’s work in this world.

Once again, sin, most of the time, is perverted truth. We will come up against outright falsehood, but Satan knows that lies sound much more convincing with a little truth sprinkled in.

The enemy cannot create anything by his own power, and so he must use what God has created against humanity. He uses our desire for food to create gluttony. He uses our desire for God to create idolatry. He uses our desire for rest after work to create sloth. Virtually any issue you may find yourself fighting against has real truth at its root, but has been perverted and grown to an extreme degree.

This is why so many online discussions go wrong; we stop fighting against the spirit of perversion and start fighting the people. That’s what Satan wants us to do: lose sight of the real enemy. Every issue has a spirit behind it. If we keep our focus on the enemy: the spirit, and remind ourselves that the person with whom we are arguing is not our true enemy.

And above all, seek the truthful root in all issues. Seek the truth, not abolition. If you cannot find a truthful root in Scripture at the heart of an issue, then you can consider abolition and complete removal. But I think if we seek the natural balance God has set up in all things, we’ll see that most of the things we seek to destroy need, not destruction, but re-balancing.

“For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven:

a time to be born, and a time to die;
a time to plant, and a time to pluck up what is planted;
a time to kill, and a time to heal;
a time to break down, and a time to build up;
a time to weep, and a time to laugh;
a time to mourn, and a time to dance;
a time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together;
a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;
a time to seek, and a time to lose;
a time to keep, and a time to cast away;
a time to tear, and a time to sew;
a time to keep silence, and a time to speak;
a time to love, and a time to hate;
a time for war, and a time for peace.”

–Ecclesiastes 3:1-8