Friday, December 4, 2009

Victory In Jesus

Allow me a rant. I've not made one in a while.
As I mentioned last night, Dad and I watched Alex Jones' interview with Lord Christopher Monckton on prisonplanet.com yesterday. Lord Monckton, bless him, is our English bulldog in the Climategate ring and will be doing his utmost to save the (relatively) free world from a socialist-world-order-take-over at the Copenhagen summit in a few days.

But even as I listened to that very encouraging interview, as the shattering light invaded the darkest corners of the global warming scam, I was finding it terribly hard to be optimistic. It was feeling dreadfully like too little too late, as if we were waking up the night before he marched into Poland to the fact that Hitler really did mean it.

And then dear Lord Christopher said the following: "Two days after that [the leaking of the CRU emails], President Obama announces, 'Oh, I'm going to Copenhagen-- we've got to save the planet!' What planet is he trying to save? It was saved 2000 years ago, and it certainly doesn't need to be saved now by President Obama, thank you very much." [You've got to hear the accent-- 4:58 min through part two.]

Stop the presses. With the spot-on admission by this scientific brain that the Salvation of the World was not only spiritual but also physical and practical, God revealed to me my unwitting collusion with the faulty theology of the day: i.e., that if this generation fails in guarding the breach, all truly will be lost. The earth will go to hell in a hand-basket, the victory of the cross will be rendered ineffective, and there will be no recovery. People don't often say that-- it's too arrogant-- but it shows up as a subliminal implication, born out of 150 years of Dispensationalism. I've fought that creeping mind-set most of my life, and then found myself blind-sided by it.

All I have to do is look at history-- recent history!-- to be reminded of the truth. We live in the awkward age of mopping up after the victory has been won and declared. If we lose a battle, it does not make the victory less, or God less. This Victor of whom I speak has always kept a remnant to fight tyranny and establish righteousness. All things considered, the 70-year reign of Communism, though horrific, was only 70 years. Hitler dominated for around 10. Egypt kept Israel enslaved for a long 400, but even that was trumped, and trumped spectacularly. Greece fell, Rome fell, monarchical Britain fell, imperial Europe fell, legalized slavery fell. Every system that has ever taken on the Lord of Glory has failed. What makes me think this apathetic, post-modern, death-culture generation will be the last straw?

If I truly believe He has won, and not just in the sense that "When we all get to heaven/What a day of rejoicing that will be/When we all see Jesus/We'll sing and shout the victory," but in the "Your-will-be-done-on-earth-as-it-is-in-heaven" sense, then history will survive Barak Obama, history will survive Climate change, history will survive the Holocaust and the Berlin Wall and Nero and 2012 and asteroids and imposed, dictatorial world-wide government. (Anyone else feel like they're in an episode of Star Trek, by the way? Suddenly that communistic United Federation of Planets that the show assumes is a good thing is trying to worm its way into our reality. Let's hope we take the Stargate approach and say, "Over America's dead constitution.") As dark and scary as it looks from the inside, a global, nay, heavenly, perspective teaches me to leave my pessimism in some insignificant ditch where it belongs.

2 comments:

Emily said...

Oh, my dear, I needed that indeed! I needed to be reminded of the remnant and survival. Lately I've only seen the doom and gloom perspective and it scares me. Not that it hasn't been without purpose, mind you...it has emphasized the absolute need to make sure my children know the hope to which I cling but thank you oh so much!

Macaroo42 said...

Oh, I am SO glad! It was burning in me. You should have seen me-- I read it aloud to myself three times and each time I wanted more to get up and stomp, really loudly!