Welcome to the EverWar

Nobody else knows it’s here. But you are special. Set apart.

Holy.

In an age of ever more confusing stories, an age of liars and lies built on love grown cold, a time of darkened thought and tyranny we gladly shop for, a place where the shameless sons of primordial Eve voice ever louder boasts nursed on fear and broken inhibitions, on a planet whose inhabitants have shown their backs to the God who made them, no matter how clearly he speaks to us, no matter how tenderly he calls, most people choose not to hear.

Most people choose to be drunk on not noticing.

Most people do not want to receive the discipline of repentance.

ou are special. Set apart. Holy.

And there isn’t a single morning between now and judgment day that it won’t be worth the fight to remember it.

Till angel cry and trumpet sound,
The Mad Christian

Disorientation is Not Entertaining

The thing about the bottom is that from there you have nothing left to lose. Nothing to fear. Nothing to hold onto.

Filling up the sins of a people until the time of wrath is God’s justice. But it is also his patience, buying you back and saying, “Come out of her, my people.”I have had momentary Harry Potter/Luke Skywalker moments wherein I surmise that I might be the long lost, hidden, protected, soon-to-be-revealed son of the king of the universe who needs me to grow up early and join the war by living a totally unexpected and awesome life that compels me to set down my petty worries and take up the arms of vivid, integral life.

Then I remember that because I am washed in the name of Jesus it is absolutely true.

Till angel cry and trumpet sound,
The Mad Christian