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THE GENERATION OF THE
DISPOSSESSED
A Few Million in Cambodia,
many millions in China, as in Russia, millions in World Wars I and II; and the
children are catching on - the litany of death
They cry. They cry with guns, shooting children in the cafeteria, levelling a rifle from the balcony at other youth; at 11 one can take cunningly contrived potshots at classmates, relishing the wonder of it all, not using shanghais, or throwing stones, but guns... guns... guns. There is now a mind to murder in the mites, relishing violence, taught survival, orphans from the truth, people re-fashioned as talking lumps of clay, who have their day, and will use it as they see fit.
Did not Jesus say that to be angry with
your brother without cause put you in danger of hell (yes, in the Sermon on the
Mount! The beauty has a discipline, and the wonder has
principles (Matthew
"You have heard that the ancients were told, 'You shall not commit murder'; and 'Whoever commits murder shall be liable to the court';
But I tell you that every one who is angry with his brother without a cause shall be in danger of the judgment ;
and whoever shall say to his brother, Empty-Head {good-for-nothing} , shall be in danger of the council;
but whoever shall say, You fool! Shall be in danger of hell fire."
There is here a sense of being bound up with the evil, the guilt, the affliction, needing release. This is perhaps physical, mental, is certainly spiritual, personal and as to the 'court', juridical, needing pardon from the Maker of the persons wrongly used. Man is not free for spree in spiritual squalor.
Is not the invisible the author of the visible, even n human life; and is it too soon to point out that the invisible causes have very visible results. God is not mocked.
In Japan, they can come from the top level of professional life, spend millions, create sophisticated nerve gases, exhale their bile in subways, disable their prey amid civilisation, new Hitler rashes with new vision of new Stalins with new manipulation to make new things for a new world that is frankly getting old.
THE PRODUCTIONS OF DEATH THAT IS STILL EMBODIED
They will not listen; then cannot listen
(Matthew
It cannot happen; it must unhappen, they must be helped, imprisoned, set free, given forty lashes with the rattan, given no lashes, given life in gaol, given new hope; so speak the civic leaders. But as they are, they have no hope. Dope with them mind-tamers, speak to them of morals structurally unsound, because they pathetically based on nothing; address the place where their spirits would be if the trainers believed in what they are. Let the lost speak to the lost: such is the mainstream of manners with man.
THE DISPOSSESSED
THIS is the generation of the dispossessed. Small wonder. In their schools, most often they are little removed from the banal follies of blind Communism, released into the earthy lusts of materialistic substitutes for thought. Specialists in vision they enhance it with drugs, mutant mental disorders 'created' by toxins, while their lives are like gliders in a downdraft from a small hill, with the wrenching force of foul air from polluted minds, their guide, folly their mentor (cf. That Magnificent Rock, Ch.8). The array of mental abuse and spiritual torture is manifold, varied, but its trend, with whatever high-sounding words, is clear.
Forbidden in the maze are thoughts of the decisive revelation of the next world, of the Creator, of the design of the spirit, the matrix of the mind, the life of the soul, the modes and manners of human feelings and their ground in personality, in turn grounded in the image of God. No such foundation can there be; and foundations in air are unstable! These things are as carefully removed as grace from the heart of the young murderers who disadorn their young lives, even at 11, at 13, with death on their hearts and blood on their hands (see Time Magazine, Jun 1, 1998)*1. They regret, but can they repent? What is there to repent when the soul is dispossessed, and possessed by what is not its master, in the mastery of madness, and the madness savours of an unclean mastery where the equipment of eternity is cast to the dogs. Do they not lacerate it?
THE CULT OF THE SACRED SELF
The sacred self concept has become a religion. Devilishly denying God, they cry to their consciousness or their unconscious or their mantra or their yoga or to their transcendental meditation or to their moment of universal consciousness or to their hopes of nice old aliens coming from nowhere, just as they are themselves going to nowhere ... that is nice (cf. A Spiritual Potpourri, Ch.1). . A place is prepared and its name is hell (Proverbs 30:12-14, Amos 4:1-13). Is it any wonder that hell on earth comes so near when its fires rage in the soul, or that the fires rage when the house is imagined not to be there!
What sort of fire protection do you make, what fire extinguishers do you provide for a house which is not there; and if none, where is its safety? It is mere illusion is it not? so that you panic, or shriek, or grieve when you find that it is certainly there. Then the smoke and the anguish and the torment and the mad misuse of the mind with insane-making drugs, unreality provoking opiates of the soul, double agent dopes and stimulants, social, political, cultural, pseudo-religious, civic, supinely quasi-intellectual, which stir the imagination and drug the understanding: then these catch up.
Then breathless with the ecstasy of the wonder-self, the cool, self-advancing, self-reliant, self-fulfilling destiny, they shoot, and burn their minds, ravage their bodies, sexually abuse their minors, prostitute their souls, debasing sexuality which is the language of deep and intimate mutual concern, into power crazes, pleasure cruises until the ashes of the fires are the remnants of the buildings... that were not there. But they are there. And the ruins are there. And the cost is not merely in millions, or billions; it is in men, or what would have been men; in women who are dissected by disintegration into loosely residual systems, astray, out of control. Minors run amok, because God is mocked.
THE MOCKERY OF PRETENCE
Dispossessed of understanding, owners of
houses that are not there, they become irresponsible care-takers; for what is
there to take care of? They grow into ruthless divorcees, for what is love? And
will not the children find their ways? Do they need nest of love, when love is
not there? They develop into parents whose children wander from home, for where
is home? is it not a pad for convenience, or a shack
for advancement, or a base for work or a place to have some relaxation. There
is no place for the soul, for its Maker, for the love of God; for God is not
loved. He is first invented in delusive formats, controllable because not real,
and useless because not living; or dismissed; and then the gap is served. The
GAP becomes the leader, and the evacuated residue in the heart becomes the
listening device for nothingness, emptiness, ashes and shards, clever
contrivances that have no therapeutic value because what needs the therapy is
not there. It is imagined, even when it reeks of spiritual radio-activity; it
is still not there. It is
The Gap in pace of God is the emptiness for the fulness, the imagination for the reality, the despair for the triumph, the woe for the wonder. The generation of ashes finds itself fancy for a time; and then the disrepair of the heartless sets in, or the disruption of the dispersed, or the shadows of the illusions, the once gleaming aluminium foil of the pretences and pretensions, the false ideals, the imagined hopes fall twisted, making crazy patterns, some gleaming for the time in the dirt, some "successfully professional", some already visible relics.
And where are those patterns? In the dust. Man disdains his dust and imagines his life is self-productive in the generation of the dispossessed; but the dust is the material and God is the Creator both of dust and of destiny, of soul, and mind, and spirit and emotion, of feeling and of the whole architecture which is the basis of the product called man. What is it like? It is like a pen that thinks, but disdains to write, for there is no author, and it was produced in a fit of abstraction by what is not there. So it is used to dig the fields, and it leaks and it breaks and the maker of pens is disdained, or despised but in any case not considered. Ink-blots are then the least of the troubles, for the 'advanced' case where paper is still considered 'relevant'. The philosophy of the relevant replaces the spirit of service; but relevant to what?
"Just keeping fit, Uncle!" says the young man in Punch, as he goes off to tennis in the days of mere gadding about. "Fit for what!" returns his senior. Fit to be considered, in that case, recklessly irresponsible as his glamour world of self-entertainment misuses the joy of sport by substituting the life of self-satisfying balms, which turn sour. Survival of what? of ashes, of twisted metal, of dirty houses, of broken staircases to the loft, to the skies, so that the light is not seen in the sunken basements, carved out, hewn from below for the purpose?
THE FOLLY OF THE MOCKERY
The architecture of the house is ignored.
The schema of the life*2 is disregarded.
it is ignored like dust, returns to dust; but not only
to dust.
THE VISIONARY VICES
The mental wreckage is a destructive act; the visionary vices are a warping distortion, the wild sprees are a frustrated dysfunction, the blindness to fact is a toxic violation of the power to imagine, the assurance of godlike powers is the denial of God, and the denial of God, even when a false god who has no power, no creation and no judgment is imagined, is the assertion of delusion. Deluged with delusion, what do you expect? Will not even mentally active professional people of discipline in the mental world, show their barrenness in the moral and the spiritual, because they do not understand that it is there.
Immersing themselves in 'Nature', which is somehow made into something real, rather than a series of products inter-related by plan in the multitudes of inter-meshing worlds, with which they live, they look to the visible, as if a pen worshipped paper when its maker would use it, and the two went off on a spree of finding out what "life is like". It is then like absconding with equipment, with madness for vision and recklessness for reason.
The feelings that go with the exultant trip are those of ruin, when the fling is past, and of ashes, when the fire is burnt. Some fires burn more slowly, and the bitterness of facing death without reason becomes a lust for life that will pay thousands for drugs to extend it just a little. Some rejoice like Solomon in their works (though he saw through its vanity to the truth); but the worker is ignored, and his destiny is like that of any thief. To the productive worker in Song of Solomon, comes this word: "Your own vineyard you have neglected!" To use the words given: "My own vineyard have I not kept." What if it is not remedied? When judgment is delayed, it is not dismissed.
The dispossessed are repossessed, if not by demons, as we see more and more frequently, in higher and higher profile, then by lurid dynamics, broken systems out of control surging and charging, like an aircraft on one engine, inadequate and only partial; or a power aircraft acting as a glider which looks to the drafts which cannot lift, because it is constructed for power; and because the engines are not there, only things that happen with a roar, so that no oil or service is provided as the pilotless craft crazes through the skies of life into the oblivion of dramas ending in death. Perhaps it crashes into other craft before it hits the ground.
THE STARK HULKS OF MISEDUCATED MISSIONARIES
Stark hulks without life, they are often taught by miseducated missionaries to believe in their sacred selves, their internal fulfilment, their hold on life; so that? so that they may look to their survival as relics, spiritual outcasts, demented meddlers with mind without the knowledge of its place in the hierarchy of the soul, and the place of the soul in the agile vigours of the spirit, and the placement of the spirit in the hands of God who made it, for the realities of fellowship with the One who having given it meaning, means nothing else! (Cf. Ecclesiastes 11:9-12:13).
The escalations of matter, mind, imagination, feeling, personality, spirit with their multitudinous equipment in ever more intricate divisions, as of a firm, directions and instincts, programs and programs suffering intervention, opportunities of understanding and results of ignoring it: these like a vast skyscraper sit in each yard, in each life (cf. SMR 332G-H). No manager, but abuse, no standing orders but the self, no purpose but to be there, no care but desired receptions from the clouds that pass, no service but what is lusted, no significance but what is assumed, nothing. It is the generation of nothings because of dispossession; of dispossession because of blindness; of blindness because of sin, and of sin taught, actively instructed, belaboured on the tormented brows, the lost minds and the steely hearts.
WHY, WHY, WHY do these horrors happen even with the very young! they ask. Why do so many children murder, why is there no sensitivity of heart, cluster of morals, awareness of significance! Why is the mind dead, they ask as they deliver the mind-destroying drugs of their cultural dis-ideals? Why is there no heart? they query, as they give the cultural substitutes for good, the heart-arrest drugs, since there is no heart is there? only when it is needed!
But does such vain asking after ruin, does this remove the misinstruction, the blindness which led to the collisions with the lampposts on the side-walk, because not only are the eyes shut tightly, but the arrogance of flesh is promoted, promulgate, survival is sainthood and sainthood is getting there, whatever your thing is, whether in work or play or pleasure, getting it. YOU are the mentor, the mind, the player, the worker, and NOTHING shall interfere with you, because you come from nothing, it is a matter of nothing. SO what is not there is the imaginary source of what is, and what is there is the object of blindness and yet they wonder: WHY! There is no answer from the dismal nothing, the great myth, the self-contradictory illusion; it is time to turn at length to the Producer who leaves 'nothing' of life's blessing to the dead who turn from Him, who however, will not find that nothing which is their desert. (Cf. Proverbs 8:34-36, Isaiah 66:24, John 3:30-36).
THE REPOSSESSION PHENOMENON
Repossession by demons, by malfunctioning systems, abused mentally, physically and certainly spiritually, by social imaginations of community, and pretences of unity, pieces of manufactured specification which surge on without life or meaning, vision upon vision, the visions of death for the blind: such is the call, such is the tenor, to this due result of desecration is the destiny.
Are not the demons of World War I enough, that World War II has to happen; and is not World War III, the Cold War enough without making more specifications for what we will do with the world, as if we had invented it, or ourselves! Will Brussels teach man, will the United Nations become God, will power teach truth, will force make faith, will desolation produce reconstruction, will a US reconstruction-assist Europe manufacture for its pains, a new world, whirled about in the cyclotrons of human hope, resting on the radioactive powers of flesh in a one-world where the environment is desperately stressed! Why? Because we cannot make it, because we are not God; and His creations die off, and His world is misused, and it cannot be created anew, so it grows old, so the human capital must be conserved, so ever more desperate methods must be devised to make the veteran vehicle, this world, seem capable (cf. Isaiah 51:6).
IT IS NEVER ENOUGH
It is never enough. There is only one way
out of the derelict pretences of a drugged nation, and that is to return to its
founder. Even "Advance
So the 'wise men', as at Babel, will step in and tell them all how to make the most of the least of it, and this will be the wonderful thing while the relics relinquishing all reality, become the playthings of mindless visions, blind spirits, so dead to sight that they know not what they are, as they direct the followers to a world which is growing tired and will stop (false prophets abound - Matthew 24:24, II Peter 2); but not before judgment fires its way into the rubbish, and there follow the lightning strikes of escalating disestablishment of the woeful world, which reels with the shocks of its blindness, lurching into never new feats of folly.
THE RETURN OF THE MAKER
Before the return of the Saviour, the Lord Jesus Christ, according to His everlasting Gospel, all on plan, as always, all as prepared, all just, all appropriate, all in mercy, to remove His people from this devastated aircraft called the world, where masses of the passengers are in mobile revolt without number, there are prophetically to be the distresses of nations (cf. SMR Chs. 8-9). These increase now. There are horrors upon horrors, of which the demented follies of foolish juniors are prototypes for their seniors to come; just as the evolutionary self-aggrandisements, based on nothing, worth nothing, have been the programs to help the young to receive the blindness which now stirs their misguided parents by the million, so that the dance of death may continue through the generations, for yet, just a little (Matthew 24:11-13, 22).
Meanwhile there is better than repossession by new powers and new illusions to be gained. There is life. It has its source in the invisible, which has given life to love and truth and peace within us, for which no length is adequate, or relevant, nor any shape, no, not weight nor thrust. Guns are wielded by minds with spirits in control and with bodies as equipment. What leads the mind, what provokes the spirit, and where is its place? Its place is with its Maker, who has not lost HIS POWER to re-create what first He created. The environment is giving increasing notice of intention to quit, for it is not eternal, and its visibility is mere expression of the Planner, the Architect, the Institutor, the Activator, the correlator, the breeder, the Creator.
THE MARVEL OF THE MAKER, THE WONDER OF GOD
But HE! He has no limit. He does not grow old. He is not blind who made sight; and He does not fail who made man with such powers that death is slow to evacuate the race, even amidst wild follies which look for calm, directive minds to make them universal, and so dispense with the God who does not look away because the world is "on leave". God is still able, being always what He would be (SMR pp. 29ff.), and always ahead of what might be, He is deathless, immutable, and now at this time, He is willing to RECONSTRUCT, to REGENERATE and to RE-EQUIP*3. He does not have to do it; He is under no obligation to intervene. But the everlasting intervention program is as fresh as from the first. It does not change. It is consummated in Christ. It is programmed for evacuation from the destruction of the visible, by the Creator who is invisible, who made Himself into visible form that He might be viewed, and that our sins who believe and receive Him, might be evacuated, our aircrafts made airworthy and our lives forgiven, our very bodies redeemed for the new heavens and the new earth in which shall dwell righteousness, for the everlasting mercies of heaven where He has gone to prepare a place for each of His own, for whom, having first made, He now provides (John 14:1-11, II Thessalonians 1, I Thess. 4, II Corinthians 5).
THE GENERATION OF THE REGENERATED AND
THE ONLY SAVIOUR WITH THE EVERLASTING GOSPEL
THAT, it is the generation of the regenerated,
the family of the restored,
the children of God who have returned from
false worship of what is not there,
a 'Nature' which cannot - and does not -
invent,
a 'Self' which is not god, and knows nothing
apart from Him,
a 'success' which is vanity and oblivion,
disregarding the vital question, 'At what? and for what? and with what end?"
like people "successful" in bailing
out water from as sinking boat, where the waves surge over the sides.
But GOD DECLARES to one and to all, at this time, while it is still day:
'BUT AFTER THE KINDNESS AND LOVE OF GOD OUR SAVIOUR TOWARD MAN APPEARED, NOT BY WORKS OF RIGHTEOUSNESS WHICH WE HAVE DONE, BUT ACCORDING TO HIS MERCY HE SAVED US, BY THE WASHING OF REGENERATION, AND RENEWING OF THE HOLY GHSOT; WHICH HE SHED ON US ABUNDANTLY, THROUGH JESUS CHRIST OUR SAVIOUR; THAT BEING JSUTIFIED BY HIS GRACE WE SHOULD BE MADE HEIRS ACCORDING TO THE HOPE OF TERNAL LIFE" - Titus 2:4-7.
Note: it is not the "wishing" of regeneration, but the "washing". Regenerated forests are not wished into being, but planted (cf. Isaiah 61:1-3, Romans 6:5, 8:5-10). How simple is the way, how sure and how necessary (John 10:9-10,27-28, Romans 10:9, John 1:1-4, Acts 4:11-12, 2:38-39).
NOTES
*1 The litany in Time magazine is evocative (Time, June 1, 1998, p. 48). They list: Pearl, Mississippi, where a 16-year old killed his mother and fatally shot two classmates with a rifle, Oct. 1997; West Paducah, Kentucky, where a 14 year-old killed 3 girls with a semiautomatic Ruger, Dec. 1997; Jonesboro, Arkansas, where an a pair, 11 and 13 year olds, ambushed with plan and killed five, using handguns and rifles in March 1998; Edinboro, Penn., where a 14 year-old attacked at a school dance, killing a science instructor with a hand-gun; Springfield, May 1998, a 15 year-old son of two schoolteachers, discharging 51 rounds of ammunition, killing two students, wounding 18; and his parents he did not omit in his death round.
*2
See SMR pp. 140-145, 329-332H, 315A-316G, 251-252N, 333-386, 422E-422W, 75-91, S1-S34, Ch.5, 611-623, 973C-1002C; Ch. 13, Biblical Blessings, pp. 151-159, A Spiritual Potpourri, Chs.1-9, pp. 7-144, That Magnificent Rock, Ch.6, pp. 123-137, Chs. 1 and 8, pp. 1-41, 188-293, Appendix 1, pp. 295-342 and Epilogue pp. 277-293, Barbs, Arrows and Balms, Items.7, pp. 27-34; 18, pp. 121-130; 19, 131-141; 26, pp. 199-200.' The Kingdom of Heaven, Ch.1, pp. 9-16, Ch. 10, Part 2, pp. 169-181, A Spiritual Potpourri, Ch.16, pp. 205-210.
*3
See above, Items 3, 7, 13, 17, 21, 25, 27 and 29.
See also That Magnificent Rock, Chs. 2, 3, 4,6, The Kingdom of Heaven..., Chs.4; 10 Part 1; 12, SMR pp. 386-396, 520-528, 582-593.