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Of Baal And Bailiwicks

Well hello there, DaT­e­chGuy devo­tees! I’m Jerry Wil­son, spo­radic blog­ger at Gold­fish and Clowns, far more fre­quent host of Cephas Hour on Black­Light Radio, author of God’s Not Dead (And Nei­ther Are We), and all-​around nice guy. Or some­thing like that.

First, my thanks to Peter for allow­ing me to start post­ing here on occa­sion. I promise I’ll pay for all legal fees incurred stem­ming from any of my assorted scrib­bles in case I stray into the realm of, oh, nam­ing names and the like.

Sec­ond, what I’ll be writ­ing about: some­times pol­i­tics, some­times cul­ture, some­times faith based on my slightly odd­ball per­spec­tive of being a tra­di­tional Catholic/​Jesus People-​era evan­gel­i­cal hybrid, and some­times Chris­t­ian rock’n’roll (or rock’n’roll period, at least that por­tion now labeled clas­sic rock) which is my baili­wick. Or all four at once. But enough pre­am­ble; on to the topic at hand.

In my intro­duc­tion I neglected men­tion­ing that with the excep­tion of a brief stint in Indi­ana I’ve lived in the San Fran­cisco Bay Area all my life. To be a con­ser­v­a­tive out here is a chal­lenge, given how one faces a daily onslaught of pro­pa­ganda mas­querad­ing as local news that would make MSNBC cry lib­eral bias. Nev­er­the­less I per­se­vere, fel­low­ship­ping with my fel­low con­ser­v­a­tives who are not unlike the seven thou­sand God revealed to Eli­jah He had reserved for Him­self who had not bowed the knee to Baal. In a sim­i­lar man­ner, at the present time out here there is a rem­nant cho­sen by grace that has a clue about how things actu­ally oper­ate, this as opposed to how they are evan­ge­lized by the wor­shipers of self and/​or social engi­neers hold­ing local polit­i­cal office, elected to same or no.

Given this per­spec­tive, and given how I’ve made more than a few laps around the sun aboard this dusty orb, I find the cur­rent Trump phe­nom­e­non far more amus­ing than alarm­ing. I’m not refer­ring to Trump him­self; he is exactly what and who he is. There­fore, con­sider him as you will. Rather, it is the depth of Trump Derange­ment Syn­drome per­me­at­ing the con­ser­v­a­tive side of social media that has me chuck­ling, albeit with increas­ing grim­ness as the attacks on him and any who sup­port him grown more per­sonal and vicious with each pass­ing day, if not hour.

Accord­ing to the more vocal of his detrac­tors, Trump is a char­la­tan; a polit­i­cal shape-​shifter trans­form­ing him­self with the chang­ing winds. His fol­low­ers are mind­less sim­ple­ton drones, closet if not full-​blown racists imme­di­ately assault­ing any who raise the least ques­tion about him with aisles of vile bile. To be fair, there are more than a few Trump afi­ciona­dos view­ing any­one who so much as breathes a word not in his high­est praise as a charg­ing RINO mas­querad­ing as a lion, to whom they feel com­pelled to respond in the man­ner of a Min­nesota dentist.

This level of hys­te­ria when we are months away from the Iowa cau­cus does not bode well for the com­ing elec­tion. As we saw in 2008 and 2012, nei­ther the “nom­i­nate a true con­ser­v­a­tive or I’m stay­ing home until you do” or “go to the mid­dle; it’s the only way to win” mind­set wins elec­tions. Nei­ther does hav­ing a fine fab­u­lous furry freak­out this far out. Or at all.

We do not have to set­tle this right now. Times change; unfore­seen events hap­pen, peo­ple rise and fall. All remains as it always was: in God’s hands. This does not absolve us of work­ing toward pos­i­tive change and/​or rebuk­ing evil, but it does give cause to slow down and take the long view, reject­ing the tyranny of the urgent and under­stand­ing we do indeed now see through a glass darkly. I have some hard­core pro­gres­sive friends who in the early 2000s were con­vinced, absolutely con­vinced, that at any moment John Ashcroft would per­son­ally round them all up and march them to an inter­ment camp under the guise of safe­guard­ing Amer­ica. I have some solid con­ser­v­a­tive friends who were con­vinced, absolutely con­vinced, that Obama would can­cel the 2012 elec­tion via mar­tial law brought on by the antics of Occupy Wall Street anar­chists work­ing on his behalf. As you doubt­less noticed, nei­ther of these events transpired.

Cer­tainly these are trou­bled times: a mis­er­able econ­omy with the media daily lying through its teeth about same, unspeak­able hor­rors being car­ried out by ISIS to which the present admin­is­tra­tion responds with a mix­ture of silence and victim-​blaming, Iran going nuclear, Rus­sia unfet­tered and effec­tively unop­posed, China flex­ing its mil­i­tary mus­cle even as its econ­omy stum­bles toward a col­lapse that will bring down much of if not all of the world’s with it, mas­sive cor­rup­tion and law­less­ness through­out all branches of the fed­eral gov­ern­ment. How­ever, God remains in con­trol. There­fore, be at peace.

In this world we will have trou­bles. As the poet says:

There’s not a holy man who doesn’t know grief well
Or thinks the road to heaven doesn’t pass through hell
They’ve cried “Let me out”
They’ve heard “No, not yet”
They know before He danced Jesus wept

Stay calm. Aban­don the venom. What will hap­pen will hap­pen, and your eighty-​fifth foam­ing at the mouth yea or nay Trump tweet of the day will not change this. Treat each other as you your­self with to be treated. Be the bet­ter. Always, be the better.

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Well hello there, DaTechGuy devotees! I’m Jerry Wilson, sporadic blogger at Goldfish and Clowns, far more frequent host of Cephas Hour on BlackLight Radio, author of God’s Not Dead (And Neither Are We), and all-around nice guy. Or something like that.

First, my thanks to Peter for allowing me to start posting here on occasion. I promise I’ll pay for all legal fees incurred stemming from any of my assorted scribbles in case I stray into the realm of, oh, naming names and the like.

Second, what I’ll be writing about: sometimes politics, sometimes culture, sometimes faith based on my slightly oddball perspective of being a traditional Catholic/Jesus People-era evangelical hybrid, and sometimes Christian rock’n’roll (or rock’n’roll period, at least that portion now labeled classic rock) which is my bailiwick. Or all four at once. But enough preamble; on to the topic at hand.

In my introduction I neglected mentioning that with the exception of a brief stint in Indiana I’ve lived in the San Francisco Bay Area all my life. To be a conservative out here is a challenge, given how one faces a daily onslaught of propaganda masquerading as local news that would make MSNBC cry liberal bias. Nevertheless I persevere, fellowshipping with my fellow conservatives who are not unlike the seven thousand God revealed to Elijah He had reserved for Himself who had not bowed the knee to Baal. In a similar manner, at the present time out here there is a remnant chosen by grace that has a clue about how things actually operate, this as opposed to how they are evangelized by the worshipers of self and/or social engineers holding local political office, elected to same or no.

Given this perspective, and given how I’ve made more than a few laps around the sun aboard this dusty orb, I find the current Trump phenomenon far more amusing than alarming. I’m not referring to Trump himself; he is exactly what and who he is. Therefore, consider him as you will. Rather, it is the depth of Trump Derangement Syndrome permeating the conservative side of social media that has me chuckling, albeit with increasing grimness as the attacks on him and any who support him grown more personal and vicious with each passing day, if not hour.

According to the more vocal of his detractors, Trump is a charlatan; a political shape-shifter transforming himself with the changing winds. His followers are mindless simpleton drones, closet if not full-blown racists immediately assaulting any who raise the least question about him with aisles of vile bile. To be fair, there are more than a few Trump aficionados viewing anyone who so much as breathes a word not in his highest praise as a charging RINO masquerading as a lion, to whom they feel compelled to respond in the manner of a Minnesota dentist.

This level of hysteria when we are months away from the Iowa caucus does not bode well for the coming election. As we saw in 2008 and 2012, neither the “nominate a true conservative or I’m staying home until you do” or “go to the middle; it’s the only way to win” mindset wins elections. Neither does having a fine fabulous furry freakout this far out. Or at all.

We do not have to settle this right now. Times change; unforeseen events happen, people rise and fall. All remains as it always was: in God’s hands. This does not absolve us of working toward positive change and/or rebuking evil, but it does give cause to slow down and take the long view, rejecting the tyranny of the urgent and understanding we do indeed now see through a glass darkly. I have some hardcore progressive friends who in the early 2000s were convinced, absolutely convinced, that at any moment John Ashcroft would personally round them all up and march them to an interment camp under the guise of safeguarding America. I have some solid conservative friends who were convinced, absolutely convinced, that Obama would cancel the 2012 election via martial law brought on by the antics of Occupy Wall Street anarchists working on his behalf. As you doubtless noticed, neither of these events transpired.

Certainly these are troubled times: a miserable economy with the media daily lying through its teeth about same, unspeakable horrors being carried out by ISIS to which the present administration responds with a mixture of silence and victim-blaming, Iran going nuclear, Russia unfettered and effectively unopposed, China flexing its military muscle even as its economy stumbles toward a collapse that will bring down much of if not all of the world’s with it, massive corruption and lawlessness throughout all branches of the federal government. However, God remains in control. Therefore, be at peace.

In this world we will have troubles. As the poet says:

There’s not a holy man who doesn’t know grief well
Or thinks the road to heaven doesn’t pass through hell
They’ve cried “Let me out”
They’ve heard “No, not yet”
They know before He danced Jesus wept

Stay calm. Abandon the venom. What will happen will happen, and your eighty-fifth foaming at the mouth yea or nay Trump tweet of the day will not change this. Treat each other as you yourself with to be treated. Be the better. Always, be the better.

youtube http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c1wWoO_tV4A?rel=0&w=450&h=253