“15 Look carefully then how you walk, not as unwise but as wise, 16 making the best use of the time, because the days are evil. 17 Therefore do not be foolish, but understand what the will of the Lord is. 18 And do not get drunk with wine, for that is debauchery, but be filled with the Spirit, 19 addressing one another in psalms and hymns and spiritual songs, singing and making melody to the Lord with your heart, 20 giving thanks always and for everything to God the Father in the name of our Lord Jesus Christ, 21 submitting to one another out of reverence for Christ.” (Eph 5:15-21 ESV)

There are those for whom submission is a rather laden notion. Rather rich. Rather mocking. They are mocked, because the natural order of things, the master and servant order of things, has become a cruel trick. These… they are already astutely Servant and Peace. They are already Submitted. They are yet peculiar as to their brand of service, their brand of life in community, their brand of getting along.

That is, what comes naturally to some, the servant-mindedness, the sense of both principled firm stance met with a quite natural head bow towards the right, the copacetic, the familiar, powers-that-be, is second nature. They bend the knee minus any treason towards Good Order and Good Company. Their Company is good because it was not after all so difficult to brew up.

Simply to observe the mellow plot of land called Submission, is to dwell more secure and more energized, because it just felt right, just came naturally, just left us humbled and astute, honorific and flattering… it was our basic Right and Deed therein to sail the waves of submission. Yet not so for others, for whom it has become a cruel trick, a bit Alien or too Outlandish even for these, for such youth as these, quite to fathom.

All of us bounce between self-righteousness and milder Faith, the latter being a Faith in the Father or in the Son or in the Spirit, yet the stern countenance such faith engenders comes on the flipside of Realitzations most sublime and edgy: we are not, after all, made into mockery, but, after all, are we still submitted? To said Father, Son, and Holy Spirit? What if today’s message is your day has come? What if today’s clarion call is, you are in this all alone? What if today’s edge-of-the-seat modality is that so much has been summed up in a personal Sacrifice called for?

We are Called for and Enabled, to firm up the countenance and make the right approach, headaches and heat notwithstanding, an approach that does dally between both self-righteousness and submission. The latter being our prerogative to Claim, to Assert, to Attest that the Father of Spirits (Hebrews) does preach a Gospel called Fair. Called Equal treatment. Called sonship, daughterhood. Yet to our day’s Sacrifice Called for? To our mentality: “If I die, I die”, as the frontlines are stormed, the perfect assertion meets the Crime, meets the Syndicated Faux New Order, meets the Pathetic frustration: recall, O soldier, your meekness! Your loserdom! Your mockery of others as being rather loserish! We all of us covet things most spiritual and most heavy-laden, authority, rank, prestige, knowledge, grandiose quantities of peoples and of friends. And all that not in simply a cynical sense, but because it is our right and our duty to Accumulate, that we may present the Gift at the Altar. That we may cry a bit… actually, shed no tears in fact… but that we may live for a Tomorrow here and Certain, stellar heights meet earthly comfort zones most calm and cool.