Fighting in Futility

We fight futility in futility. That Japan both declares and dissolves the nuclear age in its affliction with radioactive scourge across two centuries. That elite servicemen who in Pakistan so masterfully excised the sovereign terrorist of our age perish without resistance in a helicopter crash. That the very currencies that beckon to the avarice of individuals do only but suck entire populations into the whirlpool of social failure.

It does not ultimately matter if we will have 2000 more university seats. Were not the worst perpetrators of the twentieth and bloodiest century amongst the most educated people on the planet? The issue is not education; the issue is salvation.

"For the creation was subjected to futility, not willingly, but because of him who subjected it, in hope that the creation itself will be set free from its bondage to corruption and obtain the freedom of the glory of the children of God." Rom 8:20-21

Who subjected the creation to futility? It was neither Adam, nor the Devil. Not ultimately. It was God. Because only God can subject it in hope. His purposes are final and unbreakable, and to know them is such preciousness in this age.

Next

Discounting ten days of leave, I have exactly six more months left in service. Much has happened, and just as much has changed.

But the jury is still out on my next stop.

Yet, it's been a rewarding trial. Though I haven't the slightest clue of the verdict, I'm learning to be joyful in precisely that.

Festivity

I don't quite get the name Festival of Praise. It seems to imply that exultation is seasonal. Like mooncake. King David certainly did hold festivals to give praise. But more importantly, he tried harder to sing of an inner, permanent festivity in which the deepest sorrows could only but turn him toward the deepest Joy.

"I will bless the Lord at all times; His praise shall continually be in my mouth." Ps 34:1