Flailing away
Observation or some religious activity reminds me of a very familiar story of my youth.
That Story is the Man from La Mancha. Don Quixote. If you’re at all familiar with the story, you will no doubt recognize similarities in certain parties of the religious devotes as well as some government minded groups seemingly on the news constantly declaring, the attack of a great monster that will consume our country and all it stands for. We see both these groups as well as individuals mounting their trusty horses and riding off to flail away at the windmills on the hill not for a minute understanding that it is a historic place, and is not a giant invader from outer space. As with Don Quixote they are without their senses, quite insane, but to be forgiven for their inability to grasp that the windmill is merely an allusion and they are brandishing their swords and spears only to continually flail away at an enemy that isn’t moved at all by their silly gestures.
Might it be suggested that neither is defending our country, but simply beating the wind.
I can’t speak to the politicians, but to those of the Spiritual persuasion, Might I suggest that your desire for the Kingdom of God though real is not and never has been of this world. Perhaps our attention could be better placed on securing our anchor so to speak in the waters of the Kingdom of God and build there and stop wasting time trying to keep afloat a sinking ship. This world has its own Gods, shall we leave these misguided efforts to them and seek our place with God.
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