Is the terrifying trend in American politics a slim chance to recover our souls? Will the alarming rhetoric and substanceless rampaging open the eyes of our people to reality, meaning, and consequences, or have we teetered over the edge of sanity into the purgatorial spiral of steady cultural decay?
Will the remnant stand up, speak out, or help stave off decay’s burn within the holy community of the kingdom? Which pathway is the best way forward for these days?
Still the Cross is the crossroads of history, the epicenter of life, and the intersection of present-time with eternity. The sacred feast is still the place where we are with Him, look back in our union with Him in His death, and look forward to the anticipated union in eternal light with Him. There is no other gateway of God’s grace than that found Jesus Messiah. There is no emperor to save us for now we see clearly that all the emperors have lost their clothes. Their naked power is revealed for what it is: the belly-rolled fat of shameful excess, the heaving one-upmanship of sexual aggression, and the pale skin of lifeless hearts never exposed to the Light. The emperors, we find, are just like us: powerless before greater powers and lifeless without life.
Now, like children lost in the pounding waves, wee gasp for air and strive to rise above the surging powers we have unwittingly set in motion. Even so, those powers…they are not God.