Hysterical History

Hysterical History

Placing hope in the world today is a futile exercise at an ill-equipped gym. There are no weights needed for building strength. The only stretching going on in this gym is the stretching of the truth. Chaos is substituted for a balanced nutritional diet of reasoning. Alternate truths are the balm for sore muscles. Complacency for aching joints.

Placing hope in a cornucopia of unproven structures in pseudo science, religions, philosophies, social templates, psychological snake oils — all like broken crutches for the lame, binoculars for the blind, potted plants for the dying, doctors for the long dead… passing fads that in the long run prove worthless… false doors that do not open. Sorry to disappoint or offend, but I am talking straight up. Before a drowning person can be rescued, they first have to call out for help, and then, someone has to hear.

I have consistently persuaded with truth and integrity, and if this sounds like the cartoon of a Bible thumping fire and brimstone preacher, good. Because for every action there is an opposite and equal reaction. The Gospel of Jesus of Calvary has had an opposing reaction from its nascent outset. False teachers, false prophets, false gospels, false christians, false saviors, and the necessary cooperation of people’s cynicism, that is, unbelief.

I cannot help but give this example: America, the bastion of liberty and justice, a “light on a hill” for the entire world… not so much. Like Tina Turner’s “What’s Love Got to do With It?” What does history have to do with it? Our attention span is like 10 minutes. (I can hardly sit still for 6 minutes to listen to a sonata.) We have left off considering yesterday’s news, “when all my troubles seemed so far away.”

Then, how can we possibly reconsider the whole course of American and World History?

Just consider America’s history… This country’s Founding Fathers had trouble shaking off the mindset of England’s system of monarchy. For example, only property owners could vote, women and everybody else could not. They were slave owners. Peonage was the employment structure for both slave and free. Genocide was the system of Diplomacy for the peoples that had already been living here for centuries. Today, not much has really changed: There are the wealthy, and then there’s the rest of us. They’ve got theirs, and that’s all that really matters… to them.

Anyways, I think it is reasonable to conclude that everybody needs to find for themselves a hiding place, a figurative bomb shelter. This is what I have found, or rather who I have found, or better yet, who found me.

“Therefore let all the faithful pray to you while you may be found; surely the rising of the mighty waters will not reach them. You are my hiding place; you will protect me from trouble and surround me with songs of deliverance.” Psalm 32:6–7, NIV, and I suggest reading the entire Psalm)

I know my writings can drift hither and yon, but one final thought: The story of Jesus is not only history, but many times, the events in His life are also allegory. This particular one comes to mind:

“Then he got into the boat and his disciples followed him. Suddenly a furious storm came up on the lake, so that the waves swept over the boat. But Jesus was sleeping. The disciples went and woke him, saying, ‘Lord, save us! We’re going to drown!’ He replied, ‘You of little faith, why are you so afraid?’ Then, he got up and rebuked the winds and the waves, and it was completely calm.” (Matthew 8:23–26, NIV)

“Here I am! I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears my voice and opens the door, I will come in and eat with that person, and they with me.” (Revelation 3:20, NIV)

Read the Bible and persist in seeking His presence in your life, and thereby open your eyes to the future history of promises and newness of life. Think.

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Born 1950; HS 1968; Born again 1972; Cornell ILR; Steward, Local President/Business Agent; Husband, father, grandfather; winner/loser/everything in between

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Born 1950; HS 1968; Born again 1972; Cornell ILR; Steward, Local President/Business Agent; Husband, father, grandfather; winner/loser/everything in between

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