“22 Then the angel showed me the river of the water of life, bright as crystal, flowing from the throne of God and of the Lamb 2 through the middle of the street of the city; also, on either side of the river, the tree of life with its twelve kinds of fruit, yielding its fruit each month. The leaves of the tree were for the healing of the nations. 3 No longer will there be anything accursed, but the throne of God and of the Lamb will be in it, and his servants will worship him. 4 They will see his face, and his name will be on their foreheads. 5 And night will be no more. They will need no light of lamp or sun, for the Lord God will be their light, and they will reign forever and ever. Jesus Is Coming 6 And he said to me, “These words are trustworthy and true. And the Lord, the God of the spirits of the prophets, has sent his angel to show his servants what must soon take place.” 7 “And behold, I am coming soon. Blessed is the one who keeps the words of the prophecy of this book.” 8 I, John, am the one who heard and saw these things. And when I heard and saw them, I fell down to worship at the feet of the angel who showed them to me, 9 but he said to me, “You must not do that! I am a fellow servant with you and your brothers the prophets, and with those who keep the words of this book. Worship God.” 10 And he said to me, “Do not seal up the words of the prophecy of this book, for the time is near. 11 Let the evildoer still do evil, and the filthy still be filthy, and the righteous still do right, and the holy still be holy.” 12 “Behold, I am coming soon, bringing my recompense with me, to repay each one for what he has done. 13 I am the Alpha and the Omega, the first and the last, the beginning and the end.” 14 Blessed are those who wash their robes, so that they may have the right to the tree of life and that they may enter the city by the gates. 15 Outside are the dogs and sorcerers and the sexually immoral and murderers and idolaters, and everyone who loves and practices falsehood. 16 “I, Jesus, have sent my angel to testify to you about these things for the churches. I am the root and the descendant of David, the bright morning star.” 17 The Spirit and the Bride say, “Come.” And let the one who hears say, “Come.” And let the one who is thirsty come; let the one who desires take the water of life without price.” (Re 22:1–17 ESV)

Every dot and iota of thought challenges the bearer to go honesty and Awareness that ideas are couched in presuppositions are couched in prejudices are couched in sin. The florid Experience of a Spiritual Encounter undoes the backstage flaws with abundant Presupposition Divine. We stammer and demure, we go vogue or silent-mode for a season, we allow others to do Dialog without our own intrusion.

Every dot and iota of thought, therefore, is off the cuff, shooting from the hip, end of Ponderous concern about false presuppositions and errant motives. We are unabashedly Framed, Couched, Scout’s Honor around the Tomorrow Revelation of what so many are Today struggling under, a war of social position, of corporate welfare ended and corporate Responsibility enshrined, inspiring to leaders, a New Economy where line items are Social Cues and Decisions.

Already the tentacles of unbridled mechanisms and automated Wizard of Oz front-ends, are seeping in. Already the most Qualified are hemmed up, minus both the psychical and physical Capacity to Contribute, and minus the Confidence to Know: I have, me myself and I have, something Divine and otherworldly to contribute in all urgency.

Sometimes we go vogue, or we go rogue-mode to see in full confidence that Any thought can be turned to prayer, via simply stepping back and outing the Presuppositions, outing the Sinful insecurities, outing the Prejudices, outing the Aggression. We are not aggression today to declare a Tomorrow War with sin, rather we are already bleary-eyed with the first stages of said war, and the People, they needs cease being remanded by impossible hurdles, from organizing, from marching, from Demanding in ways that tip the balances.

Therefore to the bunker and to the control room, walls of television monitors perhaps, but One Monitor we keep glued to, that being the Spirit who coaches in all things via story, parable, fable, modern-day allegory. We are trying to have a Backdrop (presupposition, prejudice, opinion) couth and versooth, calmly Delineating the line in the sand and feeling pangs in our bodily frame, heart, and gut, for our frontline Friends and Soldiers, missional folks bleary-eyed by the spiritual front that precedes the storming troops come Tomorrow.

That spiritual war all of us Engage, with our dots and iotas of thought no longer unburdened in the Confessional in whatever form that Confessional stood, rather shooting from the hip and speaking out of the Conviction, that we are each of us—minus SAT scores, minus school grades, minus popularity, minus self-confidence—are able to Reflect a Guiding Spiritual Light called Inspiration, called Christ. We are all that is needed to shine forth the Creator’s Vision. And His retreat, His pause from the day’s eight hours of labor, His mountainside reprieve, is where Alien Intervention spoke to Him and He gave—via Moses—the Law, He created—via Eden—the first Man and first Woman, He ushered in Alien Righteousness via a sad but urgent Plan, that the Son should Die for sinners, to spare the lives of countless later prophets, perhaps… rather, simply to Educate the world as to its Finality and End. Being an End that spells three days hence, a Beginning.

So to speak of War Tomorrow is to speak of Victory in Christ over Death. It is to hear the break-beat of the tune as the melody repeats higher and higher and faster and faster, to cuddle the ears with Divine Thought, to Prepare us for a Post-Dying gladsome smile and forward Launch. We hear, because He speaks down to This Day, to His servants the conscripted youth and servant brainstem elder. All of us, the wall of screens, all of us act because we are subdued and dominated by the Spirit, to enter Trance and Dance, to pat on the shoulder and slap the hands of our peers, who do love the Game called Together. Together Victorious over Death. Together no-care-in-the-world for Fright Zones, though with sadness for Ma or Pa, for Sister or Brother, we Promise: we will meet again, should this be the soldier’s last cry. And we bear in our heart all those who have gone before us. We will win this thing, because of Trance and Modicum of Reflected Intelligence, a higher Alien Righteousness that doesn’t make sense in the created order we’ve come to know, but does make sense in the Person—an alien’s puppet—called Christ, so bizarre and wildly confidence-building, wildly cause to Celebrate. God the Father may retreat to do Wonders He hides from our view, lest we go bonkers with the mad ecstasy of the day. Lest we go visual and emotional psychedelia around the affection and cuddled Home Base. We can Explore, and therein Do Find nothing is forbidden except some things would rather earlier Subdue us with sinful but real Discipline, Loss, early Demise. So we walk like Christ walked, a finite timeline but still years ahead of us to Serve. Not going immediately to the Hated standing tall, unless So Called Today by the Holy Spirit to Be Him. For the people. For the beloved. For the cadet and cadre of allies.