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Crazy Voices

Get out of here
You crazy voice
You’re the devil
Not my Father
Or some evil
Flesh desire
Let me be
I am free

Back in the dim and dis­tant past known as last year, upon its rere­lease yours truly wrote a review of con­tem­po­rary Chris­t­ian music pio­neer Oden Fong’s 1979 clas­sic record Come For The Chil­dren. Not so much a con­cept as time­line record, as Fong detailed life on earth spent fol­low­ing Christ as Lord and Sav­ior prior to His return he noted, in the song “Crazy Voices,” how satanic and worldly dis­trac­tions do their best to lure believ­ers off course, with pre­dictably dis­as­trous consequences.

In a world seem­ingly gone com­pletely mad, one where instant sports mil­lion­aires claim oppres­sion while hell­hounds mur­der inno­cents for the crime of con­cert atten­dance, what is good and accept­able finds itself drown­ing beneath tor­rents of vile social media and pub­lic dis­course rage. The anger over what is hap­pen­ing is under­stand­able by any­one with a heart. The expres­sions and ideas set forth to pre­vent future hor­rors are regret­tably often as steeped in lunacy as the acts bring­ing on these out­bursts, for they fail to address the root cause of evil, namely humanity’s inhu­man­ity. Acts of vio­lence are seem­ingly para­dox­i­cally prop­erly addressed solely by an act of vio­lence: a lone fig­ure nailed to a bloody cross so none need descend from this earth into per­pet­ual utter iso­la­tion and agony. We do not need more gun con­trol. We need more Spirit-​led self-​control.

The crazy voices sur­round us all, some­times scream­ing and some­times whis­per­ing their lies. They pro­claim they have the answers, the solu­tions to pre­vent future evil played out by bul­lets sprayed about, or bombs or trans­porta­tion ves­sels or what­ever weapons are avail­able used with mur­der­ous intent. They have nei­ther. The only answer is hold­ing on to Christ’s nail-​scarred Hand, emu­lat­ing as best we can in our stub­born state of rum­bling fum­bling tum­bling stum­bling bum­bling imper­fect human­ity Jesus’ love. Noth­ing else works.

Noth­ing.

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Get out of here
You crazy voice
You’re the devil
Not my Father
Or some evil
Flesh desire
Let me be
I am free

Back in the dim and distant past known as last year, upon its rerelease yours truly wrote a review of contemporary Christian music pioneer Oden Fong’s 1979 classic record Come For The Children. Not so much a concept as timeline record, as Fong detailed life on earth spent following Christ as Lord and Savior prior to His return he noted, in the song “Crazy Voices,” how satanic and worldly distractions do their best to lure believers off course, with predictably disastrous consequences.

In a world seemingly gone completely mad, one where instant sports millionaires claim oppression while hellhounds murder innocents for the crime of concert attendance, what is good and acceptable finds itself drowning beneath torrents of vile social media and public discourse rage. The anger over what is happening is understandable by anyone with a heart. The expressions and ideas set forth to prevent future horrors are regrettably often as steeped in lunacy as the acts bringing on these outbursts, for they fail to address the root cause of evil, namely humanity’s inhumanity. Acts of violence are seemingly paradoxically properly addressed solely by an act of violence: a lone figure nailed to a bloody cross so none need descend from this earth into perpetual utter isolation and agony. We do not need more gun control. We need more Spirit-led self-control.

The crazy voices surround us all, sometimes screaming and sometimes whispering their lies. They proclaim they have the answers, the solutions to prevent future evil played out by bullets sprayed about, or bombs or transportation vessels or whatever weapons are available used with murderous intent. They have neither. The only answer is holding on to Christ’s nail-scarred Hand, emulating as best we can in our stubborn state of rumbling fumbling tumbling stumbling bumbling imperfect humanity Jesus’ love. Nothing else works.

Nothing.