Clarifier

 There are things we Christians argue over that will be clarified instantly. Within the span of a snap of a finger, notions like my truth, my journey, or my god would never do such and such will dissipate like fog wisps in the sun. There will no longer be tribes within tribes, cliques, or factions. Self-professing spiritual people will discover that they weren’t, and even if they had been, it would not have been enough unless Christ Jesus was the Lord and King of their life.

On that day, we will discover that Xerox copies of copies of copies pale in comparison to the real thing, and that which we should have aspired to isn’t to be like our favorite preacher or missionary but to be like Christ. When flawed men insist you should follow them, you will end up with flaws because an imperfect thing cannot teach another how to achieve perfection.

Following men is easier on the flesh, though, and I think that’s why so many do it. Jesus will not make allowances for sin and rebellion, but men will. Depending on their level of avarice and how deep their need for validation and acceptance, preachers today will readily do away with the very words of Christ just to pacify the godless and not stir the ire of those wholly given over to perversion.

That men would presume to make excuses for God and insist that’s not what He meant when the Book clearly says He did is something that should make us cringe and hold our breath because it’s only a matter of time before God Himself clarifies the situation.

Ezekiel 13:3, “Thus says the Lord God: ‘Woe to the foolish prophets, who follow their own spirit and have seen nothing!’”

Well, now you’re just grasping at straws because none of us can really know what woe is. How do you know woe is something bad? I mean, when you see a dolphin doing a summersault, you go woe, don’t you? Actually, it’s whoa, not woe, because let’s face it, dolphins that do tricks are awesome.

It’s easy to say dumb stuff when you don’t want to acknowledge the reality of the situation. That’s the only recourse of the handful that still believe in God among the spiritual elite of today. They have to come up with some Gordian knot of an explanation for the definition of a word just so they can sleep at night without downing a bottle of Scotch for dessert.

Even the apple of God’s eye had a drinking problem.

Ezekiel 13:8-9, “Therefore thus says the Lord God: ‘Because you have spoken nonsense and envisioned lies, therefore I am indeed against you,’ says the Lord God. ‘My hand will be against the prophets who envision futility and who divine lies; they shall not be in the assembly of My people, nor written in the record of the house of Israel, nor shall they enter into the land of Israel. Then you shall know that I am the Lord God.’”

I get it. Who wouldn’t want to ride their pet dinosaur through ice cream land? If an amusement park could offer that as an attraction, you’d have people lining up for miles. Real thing. Not making it up. Didn’t consume bad mutton or eat bad mushrooms. A self-professing prophetess actually said these things.

The fly in the ointment, however, is that it’s not an amusement park you’re referencing; it is the place Jesus went to prepare for those who would deny themselves, pick up their crosses, and follow after Him.

When you make a mockery of heaven, speak nonsense, and envision lies, know that God’s hand is against you, and you will not be in the assembly of His people. That’s what God said. He’s known for keeping His word from generation to generation. In fact, He’s kind of a stickler about it.

Some folks act as though God doesn’t have a wrathful side or that He will not judge the wicked and their wickedness judiciously and righteously. They’ve bought into the single-faceted God with the singular emotion, and all day, every day, all He is is love and nothing else. It’s as though all God does is sit up in heaven, smiling a placid smile, eyes unfocused and staring off into the distance, waiting to excuse another act of rebellion by His creation.

Why, for God to expect anything more of His creation than to have the honor of loving them despite their disobedience, rejection, and mockery would be beyond the pale. Just sit there and love our entitled, infantilized, spoiled, petty, vindictive, haughty, prideful, duplicitous, rebellious, and hedonistic selves. No, you don’t get a say in how we live, you don’t get a say in whom we worship, you don’t get a say in what we do or how we present you to the world. Just love us, and be grateful that we let you!

Your Son died; fine. We fight for the right to kill our sons and daughters every day! What’s the big deal? We stand in line waiting for some cruel ghoul to dispatch the life growing inside us with brutal efficiency and vacuum the bits and pieces of what was once a whole human out lest we get an infection that would make us incapable of getting pregnant anew, just so we can murder another son or daughter.

No sir, you’re not going to guilt trip me into holiness and sanctification. I’m going to be riding my pet dinosaur through ice cream land while you suckers are being hated for His name’s sake. It’s your punishment for not believing in cotton candy clouds and heavenly sasquatch. Apparently, the sasquatch and the unicorns are best buds in heaven. With revelations like that, who needs John the revelator?

I could go on for volumes, but knowing that we’re in the ballpark of what modern-day Christianity has become makes me sad inside. Will the Son of Man find faith on the earth when He returns? I guess it all depends on how much longer He’ll be. Give it another couple of decades, and I’d be surprised if He did.

With love in Christ,

Michael Boldea, Jr.