In every age there are masters of the earth. Back in the day Adam was a master of sorts, then things went south. Cain declared himself superior to his brother, and Abel was not. It was the heart thing, a condition common to man, courtesy of sin. Where in God’s good earth did the idea spring from for a man to snuff out the life of another, a brother even, so much so, that the voice of blood cried from the ground?
Then there were the bablists, they who wanted their master race, (no different from the Identity clowns of today, who preach superiority over all the living. Fools I tell ya) so they built a tower, only to have God say ‘No!’ So Humpty and his dumbties came to an abrupt halt, and fell.
But their offspring persisted and bore other masters who sired other masters, who further created (without God’s blessing mind you) wicked masters who became masters of geo-and political (including religious) realms. These were not good people. You had Agag, you had Haman who desired master status, and time would fail to tell of the evil decrees put upon the Jewish people by all the masters of all the ages.
Remember King Herod? He heard of one born King, and nope, no can do, can’t have a threat to his mastery: kill all the little ones!! The master king has spoken. Haman lives yet again!
Aah, but so lives Esther, Hadassah rather, in every age she lives as an affront to the false masters of depravity, self-induced power, and as testament to the only living God, she was one of many through whom the promises of God prevailed. But men are sooo quick to forget the promises of God to Abraham, confirmed through Isaac, then again to Jacob, that ALL the nations of the earth will be blessed,’ come hell or high water.
In between, God has shown His favour by allowing other masteries, such as Michelangelo who painted the divine with heaven’s inspiration. Men do not have this passion today but in few and unnoticed places.
Still today, Haman rages, yet with nefarious diplomacy, and utilizes the more restrained verbage and gripes of drum roll please: da dada da: atheists! They who pretend intellectual superiority as self-made masters, they who have no use for truth, God’s promises, or God’s preservation of His own oaths. Maybe masters of prolixity. But why?
Because they go on and on and on and on and on, saying the same thing, with speech after speech of perverse, irrelevant, and borrowed garbage, speaking to the same choir of tongueless singers, and birds who have been deboned and have no feathers. Those dirty birds I tellya.
Reminds me. A kid grew up next to a raw sewage plant, and breathed heavily the daily toxic, nauseous, and disgusting stench like smells that reeked of death. There was a combination of bleach, asphalt, formaldehyde, gasoline, burning rubber, and the other Heinz 57 variety of everything so unnose worthy. Yep, it stunk. Kid didn’t seem to mind and paid no attention.
One day his cousin invited him to the evil upstairs……yes, that place of forbidden footsteps, but what the heck, they were kids, and wanted a new adventure. So they walked cautiously up the steps, and presto, opened the door, when the kid was hit smack in the face with a smell soooooooo disagreeable to him he immediately asked: ‘what the heck is that disgusting and odious smell?’
Ah but young man, tis called ‘fresh air.’ The poor boy had not reference or context to compare his ‘taken for granted’ daily nosings which disgusting smells to him were common. The point?
The mind of the atheist lives in the decrepid sewage plant, having no frame of reference for what is really ‘clean.’ Need proof? Uh hello? Have you ever visited the godless sites or blogs, have you not noticed the likes of mouths or minds such as Howard Stern, Sara Silverman, Bill Maher, Colbert, or the thousands, no, millions of bloggers who pour out depravity by the minute, they who have no clue as to the fresh air of truth and a sober mind? Yeah, masters all right.
They see diamonds, coal, gold, wood, hay, blood, water, birds, whales, the respiratory, circulatory, digestive systems of humans including the brain, they see fruit and nuts, and imagine a cosmic ‘accident’ where all this perfection is put in place. Did I say masters of the absurd?
The works by the hands of the greatest sculptors ever give proof of their touching the divine giver of life, who Himself is Master Artisan. The created have become the creator. Of course, as our shadows follow us perfectly. Are we not but mere shadows of the eternal?
But the kid in the basement is happy to have his borrowed books written by others who convinced him: ‘there be no upstairs junior, what are ya, brain dead?’
Geez, imagine if I explained to him that a flower seed put into the ground will sprout a ‘different’ kind of life after it is dead and buried…………even with a scent that cannot be examined under a thousand microscopes. Oh how dost the flower preach the gospel in the land of the dead.
So yeah, there is a phrase that calls attention to ‘the hold of every foul spirit, and a cage of every unclean and hateful bird.’ Love that image. It is odious. It reeks of intolerable stench. It is nauseous. It burns the eyes and boils the stomach. It is the very worst of leeches which feeds on other parasites as it needs the fuel of godlessness to survive…….
If they would only crawl upstairs……………..I did, and I saw blue skies and clear sailing. But truth be told, there is enough azure to cover everyone under the sun, with room to spare.