“[5] And while some were speaking of the temple, how it was adorned with noble stones and offerings, he said, [6] “As for these things that you see, the days will come when there will not be left here one stone upon another that will not be thrown down.” [7] And they asked him, “Teacher, when will these things be, and what will be the sign when these things are about to take place?” [8] And he said, “See that you are not led astray. For many will come in my name, saying, ‘I am he!’ and, ‘The time is at hand!’ Do not go after them. [9] And when you hear of wars and tumults, do not be terrified, for these things must first take place, but the end will not be at once.”” (Luke 21:5-9 ESV)

Flack mesmerizes and tempts, to see in the overall analysis only Frustration, Insanity, Dubious Motives, Sadness. To brace for the Re-entry, having been borne up on Angels’ Wings, is strangely to acknowledge a wild Head Start against our mission, but strangely too the ability to insist: clarify to me, what you mean by “War”; as for us, we never declared “War” on you… this is a vain fantasy, an illegal ride hitched, an attempt to be exalted by way of Association. Right? That to some wild-eyed Zealots “out there”, it is somehow a God-given Right to obsess, to persecute, to rob, steal, and destroy.

“Ho, ho, ho,” they well say, as though any sane observer will get the “Bah, Humbug!” mentalism. In any case, today, let the word be heard: you are but just out of your swaddling clothes, you are under guardians until that day set by your father, but Today… your People need you, your Country needs you. And us: for all the rigamarole and prophetic Talk, there is something Meaty and Germane needful of each of us: to Believe… believe in the Prophetic Word, believe in the unique Role, unique Calling we each of us Share.

Because it isn’t about a list of “Strategies”, “Hits against an enemy”, “Tactics” any more than that Tactic of giving the people something to Hope In. A little promissory note from name-your-city-or-town-here. Yet they Obsess, and Criminalize, and Mock… does our country, for having taken such Bait, even Deserve to win a war?

Patient self-examination, evaluation, repentance, and moments of clarity do find Purchase Divine, as to the Fact, we can choose this day, whether to mope and complain or whether to be Optimistic with the non-Janus-faced, with the Jiminy Cricket Truth, with the Capitulation to No Doubts, No boring lethargies, No faultlines obsessed over. We do not Obsess. We love our People, our Nation, our World, and we stare down the Enemy with this strange source of Hope: that our shriven, confessed Soul does Understand: Hope for the people, even if only one out of a hundred “hears” us, that such a one is a one for whom He died. So buckle up, O Soldier! Be fresh out the gates of Divinity-Thinking. Ignore the temptation to fuss and complain and ask for a certain type of Judge to arrive and judge in your Favor. People are dying today. Soon, so much that is holy and available and True, will dissipate into the abyss known as War. War that revisits even our past victories, as if to judge anew, a second time.