Since she does not actually say, my guess is that the latest shooting inspired insanitybytes22’s post. Given our president’s effort to politicize mass shootings and anything that even looks like a racially inspired killing of blacks, I tire of these subject as distractions from more pressing and less deliberately divisive issues. However, insanitybytes22 avoids the politics. Instead, she speaks of evil.
Evil. It is strange how people will not admit of it. These are same people deny Satan and Hell I suppose. Yet we live in a society that almost casually kills the unborn, and more and more our leaders think their primary purpose is “wealth redistribution,” stealing from one group of people and giving their ill-gotten gains to another (with a considerable portion diverted to political allies).
The evidence of evil is all about us. Everyone we see and know of eventually presents a side of their character we would rather not see. If that were not enough, we must struggle against relentless temptations to do wrong. Yet instead of contemplating what is and must be true, we give most of our thoughts over to rationalizing what seems to work for us. Instead of resisting evil, we do it. Fortunately, life keeps clobbering each of us, those who will not learn without hard knocks. I suppose that is why we eventually learn to equate wisdom with age and experience.
Nevertheless, age is not enough. Until we humble ourselves before our Creator, we remain foolish. Hence, until we learn humility, we give truth to an age-old proverb. There is no fool like an old fool.
Some people often wonder why I obsess over the red pills, bad theology, militant atheism, and narcissists and psychopaths. It all stems from a desire to try to understand the origins of some of the brokenness in our world. Indeed, it is an odd hobby to have. A sensible person would simply learn to knit.
I spent a long time working for our local domestic violence/sexual assault program and I have a pretty good grasp of what women’s brokenness looks like, about what motivates us and compels us, about the nature of sin and love gone wrong. Somewhere in that endless parade of horrors, I began to empathize with men, some who were just as lost and confused as anyone else, and some who were just the nicest people ever, and yet the evidence of what they had done was unmistakable, women left in shallow graves, raped babies, women doused…
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