Moments after I posted "It Is What It Is", I went up to take a shower. Mad at America, mad at myself for not doing enough, mad at God for allowing it. Thinking about just chucking all my connections- the blog, facebook, everything. "This is the world You wanted, " I snapped as I climbed under the water.
Should have known better. God gets my attention best in the shower.
"You know, I HAD to let them make their own choice."
"I suppose. What are You going to do about it?"
"What are YOU going to do about it?"
"Me? Don't expect me to lead them by the hand out of Sodom!"
"But you already have been. It is not your responsibility if Lot's Wife turns around and becomes a pillar of salt."
So I guess that means nothing drastic changes here. Time Machine will post Friday and all will be right with the world. But Don Quixote is tired. I feel much like a French soldier must have felt retreating through Poland and Germany in 1814. Not willing to the battle, but knowing somewhere in France there is a girl not wanting to be raped by a Russian soldier. Having to fight on for a country that is half-waiting for him to fail so they can go on to the next chapter- even if it is occupation by foreign forces. The gun has no ammunition anymore, the bayonet is dull and barely cuts strips off my shirt for me to chew on in lieu of food. But trudging on nonetheless, until I make it home or drop dead in a Saxon cornfield.
Then He said to me: “Son of man, go to the house of Israel and speak with My words to them. 5 For you are not sent to a people of unfamiliar speech and of hard language, but to the house of Israel, 6 not to many people of unfamiliar speech and of hard language, whose words you cannot understand. Surely, had I sent you to them, they would have listened to you. 7 But the house of Israel will not listen to you, because they will not listen to Me; for all the house of Israel are impudent and hard-hearted. 8 Behold, I have made your face strong against their faces, and your forehead strong against their foreheads. 9 Like adamant stone, harder than flint, I have made your forehead; do not be afraid of them, nor be dismayed at their looks, though they are a rebellious house.”
Moreover He said to me: “Son of man, receive into your heart all My words that I speak to you, and hear with your ears. 11 And go, get to the captives, to the children of your people, and speak to them and tell them, ‘Thus says the Lord God,’ whether they hear, or whether they refuse.” Ezekiel 3: 4-11