Below the surface of any infrastructure, beneath its foundations, under it all, it will be that very level which will determine the strength of the whole.
Generations of men and women coming into birth to live a life are the up-and-coming swell that is rising beneath the former crew; and their determined purpose breaks, shakes, and resets the paradigms of the old: just as the wail of the infant challenges the ague with a perplexed and vexed velocity.
This is no sinister action, but for the wrestle and tension between life that is dying and that life beginning. It has never been more so than now.
The new world begs for a Christly life that is strong and unencumbered; one that is fortified by Heaven; enlivened with the Holy Spirit. But firstly, the dying must be put to rest.
And none of this is achieved by physical war or violence - oh the irony of Spirit!
For it is true that in Heaven there are many challenges and clashes between the lesser gods and their combatants - just as the lightning flames across the darkened skies, the gods fray upon all manner of beings of discord and malice when they have imposed themselves beyond their limits. And this is but a sport of a kind.
However, in the world of the flesh such combat incurs death - or worse, such injuries impair and bring pain. One can argue the merits and effects of pain within the soul and its experience - but in truth this unhappiness is not the way of Christ by choosing, it is not the plan for any to endure. For firstly we are all gracious and heavenly creatures - we do not need suffering to remind us of anything. There is but one tenet: namely, to love one another.
In this the World of Man may reform the spiritual worlds. If selfishness can die, so that the true self may be born - if the generations may move forward with one body of hope and love … all this is possible, and even predicted! And yes, with the inevitable bang and clash and minor protest ... yet fear not, for He hath come.
