“12 Therefore, my beloved, as you have always obeyed, so now, not only as in my presence but much more in my absence, work out your own salvation with fear and trembling, 13 for it is God who works in you, both to will and to work for his good pleasure. 14 Do all things without grumbling or disputing, 15 that you may be blameless and innocent, children of God without blemish in the midst of a crooked and twisted generation, among whom you shine as lights in the world, 16 holding fast to the word of life, so that in the day of Christ I may be proud that I did not run in vain or labor in vain. 17 Even if I am to be poured out as a drink offering upon the sacrificial offering of your faith, I am glad and rejoice with you all. 18 Likewise you also should be glad and rejoice with me.” (Phil 2:12-18 ESV)

Heave ho and dilettante maneuvers, the soldier imbued with passion for the Cause, imbued with Trusted Delegation for the decision-making, imbued with untethered Vote for the human spirit eagle-eyed, this soldier clamps down, lamps down, in wrestler-fashion, a deaddrop of weight and Individuality upon the hour, upon the creeping things, upon the worms in the jar. He or she goes full throttle in the reactive thought responding to Voted-In status.

More, the major movements, the block diagrams and superstructure, all this is his or hers to own, the soldier already Wiser than so many, rather, each individual human Wise in their own peculiar way of Genius. So the boss-man does well to have an ear to the ground, to count on Boots on the Ground to decide for her or him, rather, to inform and to inspire.

More, the stylized approach, the dilettantism, this Records immediate responses to a new phenomenon, rather than getting comfy and couched in with it all being now so familiar and—yawn—uninspiring. No, we write at once, perhaps, or Record our reaction in the moment.

More, the legislator of morals, of laws, of church canons, these today are called to have an ear to the ground as well, all of us trying in Penitential Fashion, to invite change and amendment of life into our sphere. All of us trying to ante up to a Cause most delightful. All of us swoosh and felten cloth by the hour, wherein we Discover anew the unafraid attitude towards life and towards death, because we have scoped out in sincerity our own Right to the Hour, Right to the Estate, and found it lacking. Found ourselves humbled. Found our license compromised.

Make no mistake about it, Christ suffered once for sin, and if this is some notion of delicate reflection, it is also notion of accepted Grace. Someone, something, had to die in order for our way forward to be lit, yet it was no sheep nor cattle, but a lover of souls ourselves touched by Him, with His calm and quiet presence with us.

So much work is on the basis of Trust Networks, because both are true: that no one is to be trusted, all have compromised allegiances; and that by-and-large people are good and honest. But to the field work! To the city plan! With little more going for us than a Strange Calling, a Career we pinch ourselves about, because after moping around the subways and bus stations of life in community, it all seems so exotic or unreasonable: that we’d be agents of Christ and harbingers of His Kingdom. That we’d be possessed of ideas… and all that being told, still we are unsheltered from the interruptions (“make me some coffee!”; “change my television channel!”; and then Real Interruptions, too). All that being told, still we’d be Voted-In, soup-to-nuts Employed, not dropped, not denied except also not coming in from the cold, employed because of some peculiar attitude or Ability: a Vision, an Encounter, an innate Capability, to reflect on matters spiritual; to design and set into motion clockwork universes of technique, of modal technologies; to be patient around that Healing Prayer for our colleagues, who it is rightly said are hemmed up quite sadly and unfairly. The healing ward, this is ours to roam. And not to neglect, in all our penury and dutiful work, our high calling to Dream and Understand, to get legislator in touch with warroom pundit or travelled emissary. In all these things we are more than conquerors through Him who loved us. In all these things we are more than Capable through His passionate inquiry and coming-alongside us.