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A few people have dubbed the inauguration ” popcorn day,” as in grab some popcorn, TURN OFF all sources of media, and invest yourself in enjoying something far more positive than the mediated reality charade being spoon fed to you.

Speaking of which, somebody smart recently said, “while we’ve all been distracted by constant handwashing reminders, it’s actually been our brains getting washed.” True story! That is called Gaslighting 101, the slight of hand distraction. Stop chasing the laser dot on the wall, people.

I’m actually not confused at all. In fact, I have peace and clarity with Jesus. I know exactly how I feel about it all and I know exactly what God expects of me. I guess I’m writing this today for those who don’t yet know that peace is available, not just peace, but certainty, calmness, and clarity that knows you are good with God, that says your head is screwed on straight and that your heart is in the right place.

I have to say that because social media right now is just plumb full of shrieking Christians telling other people how they “have to” think and feel. It’s a toxic stew of overcooked Romans 13, “submit to your governing authorities,” being pounded about with some perversion of, “you MUST pray for your (corrupt diabolical thieving) leaders, ‘cuz God said!” Infuse the whole mess with some starchy lump of, “we have to repent, God’s judgment has come on America.” And for a bit of wilted garnish on the whole soggy mess, “Judge not, unity at all costs!”

Let me pause and laugh here. I pretty much grew up on the streets. With some very dysfunctional parents. Atheists. In the 1960-70’s where reality was totally subjective and heavily infused with LSD and mushrooms. In spite of having learned how to eat emotional chaos for breakfast, nothing prepared me for “the church,” the church over all, the gaggle of squawking shriekers, and that’s just the fights over thermostats and worship music!

You can imagine how loud people are in the midst of a global pandemic, divisive politics, and a stolen election. Don’t make me post links people, I have proof……and eyeball bleach and ear plugs, too.

So here’s the deal, you just love them. You forgive the teeming mass of humanity for their chronic fails, some downright evil and some so deceived they’re jumping up and down like cheerleaders encouraging a bunch of wildebeests to stampede into the crocodiles. Ai yi yi. That is the real, “riot and dance,” the Divine Comedy we call “humanity.” I have to say these things to remind myself to be charitable, to be patient, to stop being frustrated with the state of the church, the state of the country, the state of humanity.

Say what you will about it all, but I say nothing says joyous anticipation of a duly elected leader quite like 20,000 armed troops gathered ’round to protect “democracy.”

Nobody wants to hear this, it tends to tick people off on all sides, but there will be no return to “normal.” If you’re preaching “unity and peace is the path forward,” you’re probably being a soggy plate of denial pasta. We lost our “normal” when we let them sell us a “new normal” with nary a whimper. “Normal” is not coming back. We people however, now have a beautiful opportunity to forge our own new and improved “normal,” one where we seize control of our own narrative. There are a lot of things in our lives that need pruning away in order to make room for new growth. I am excited about what’s coming, not fearful, not anxious, but eager to embrace some new opportunities.

I really am a governor at heart, as in, I like to govern things. Isaiah 9:6 says, “For unto us a child is born, unto us a son is given: and the government shall be upon his shoulder: and his name shall be called Wonderful, Counsellor, The mighty God, The everlasting Father, The Prince of Peace.” We Christians totally have a government no matter what is going on in the world, no matter who sits in public office, and the government rests on His shoulder, not on our own. As somebody smart recently said, some elections can’t be stolen.

A footnote in The Passion Bible says “The Greek word for “love” is agape which is the merging of two words and two concepts. “Ago” means to lead like a shepherd and “pao” is a verb that means to rest.” I totally receive that! I’m one of those over burdened, over functioning, weary souls. My love language is literally, I handled that for you. Don’t even worry about it.

It’s true too, God is often ten steps ahead of me, giving me exactly what I need before I even know I have need of it. Just munch some popcorn and rest in the goodness of God, and for crying our loud, stop all the shrieking. It is well with my soul…

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