Dulce Bellum Inexpertis

For the past few months I have actively tried to keep from posting on global events unfolding throughout the world. There are enough individuals in cyberspace whose main focus is global politics and worldwide machinations, so rather than throw my hat in the ring I decided to keep my focus on Christ, the body of Christ, our relationships both with God and with each other, writing in my limited capacity what I felt were worthwhile tidbits of spiritual succor.

Each time I make my way to a news site as of late, I keep having the same reaction as I once did when tuning my mandolin. Yes, I used to play the mandolin once upon a time. Laugh if you must, I won’t hold it against you. As I was saying, each time I would tune my mandolin there would be that inevitable high pitched twang, a tensing of the instrument, which alerted me to the fact that the string was about to break, and most likely whipsaw into my cornea. As such I would always tune my mandolin with my eyes nearly shut, sneaking a peak once in awhile to make sure my fingers were resting on the right tuning pegs.

It goes without saying that the entire world seems to be tensing, and it is with the same facial posture that I look at current events wondering what will be that last tweak that will finally break the string. From England, to Italy, to Greece, to Russia, the once peaceful protests have now started turning into violent riots, and other nations seem to be a degree away from boiling over themselves.

Within the context of Scripture we have known for years now that these things were coming, just as we also know that they will get allot worse in very short order. What I find troubling is that rather than being on our faces before God, rather than repenting in sackcloth and ash, many self proclaimed believers are jumping on the ‘bring it on’ wagon, preparing in the physical when they should be preparing in the spiritual. As the title of this post states, war is sweet to those who have never fought, but to those who have seen the cruelties of war, it is as close as one can get to hell without actually being there.

Although I know these things were prophesied, although I know they were foretold as far back as two thousand years ago by the mouth of Christ, I can’t help but get on my face before God and pray that He terry, pray that He hold His hand, pray that He gives us just a little more time to reach the lost, and proclaim the Christ to all who would hear.

I am not scared of what is coming upon the world, but I am apprehensive, and I fear many, even many believers, still possess a romanticized view of what is about to unfold on a global scale. God will be our only refuge, God will be our only protection, and God will be our only comfort, thus the reason it is paramount for us to have cemented our relationships with Him, to know Him fully and love Him deeply before the onset of these things that will make men’s hearts fail them for fear.

With love in Christ,
Michael Boldea Jr.