Today’s theme is “Holy shit we have a lot of work to do.”
The sermon comes from the Ravi Zacharias series that inspired my culture war posts.
Here’s a bit of scripture to generalize. Where the father is concerned for his son, I want you to think of your retarded normie families and, by extension, retarded normie society.
2 And after six days Jesus taketh with him Peter, and James, and John, and leadeth them up into an high mountain apart by themselves: and he was transfigured before them.
3 And his raiment became shining, exceeding white as snow; so as no fuller on earth can white them.
4 And there appeared unto them Elias with Moses: and they were talking with Jesus.
5 And Peter answered and said to Jesus, Master, it is good for us to be here: and let us make three tabernacles; one for thee, and one for Moses, and one for Elias.
6 For he wist not what to say; for they were sore afraid.
7 And there was a cloud that overshadowed them: and a voice came out of the cloud, saying, This is my beloved Son: hear him.
8 And suddenly, when they had looked round about, they saw no man any more, save Jesus only with themselves.
9 And as they came down from the mountain, he charged them that they should tell no man what things they had seen, till the Son of man were risen from the dead.
10 And they kept that saying with themselves, questioning one with another what the rising from the dead should mean.
11 And they asked him, saying, Why say the scribes that Elias must first come?
12 And he answered and told them, Elias verily cometh first, and restoreth all things; and how it is written of the Son of man, that he must suffer many things, and be set at nought.
13 But I say unto you, That Elias is indeed come, and they have done unto him whatsoever they listed, as it is written of him.
14 And when he came to his disciples, he saw a great multitude about them, and the scribes questioning with them.
15 And straightway all the people, when they beheld him, were greatly amazed, and running to him saluted him.
16 And he asked the scribes, What question ye with them?
17 And one of the multitude answered and said, Master, I have brought unto thee my son, which hath a dumb spirit;
18 And wheresoever he taketh him, he teareth him: and he foameth, and gnasheth with his teeth, and pineth away: and I spake to thy disciples that they should cast him out; and they could not.
19 He answereth him, and saith, O faithless generation, how long shall I be with you? how long shall I suffer you? bring him unto me.
20 And they brought him unto him: and when he saw him, straightway the spirit tare him; and he fell on the ground, and wallowed foaming.
21 And he asked his father, How long is it ago since this came unto him? And he said, Of a child.
22 And ofttimes it hath cast him into the fire, and into the waters, to destroy him: but if thou canst do any thing, have compassion on us, and help us.
23 Jesus said unto him, If thou canst believe, all things are possible to him that believeth.
24 And straightway the father of the child cried out, and said with tears, Lord, I believe; help thou mine unbelief.
25 When Jesus saw that the people came running together, he rebuked the foul spirit, saying unto him, Thou dumb and deaf spirit, I charge thee, come out of him, and enter no more into him.
26 And the spirit cried, and rent him sore, and came out of him: and he was as one dead; insomuch that many said, He is dead.
27 But Jesus took him by the hand, and lifted him up; and he arose.
28 And when he was come into the house, his disciples asked him privately, Why could not we cast him out?
29 And he said unto them, This kind can come forth by nothing, but by prayer and fasting.
tl;dr- We must worship God in all his glory, then descend from the heights to cast out Evil by prayer and fasting.
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The obligatory metal song is one of my favorites, by Woe of Tyrants.
The darkness will not subside
Hands are reaching at the footsteps
Stumbling in the night
The stars can light the way
Countless eyes ablaze
A lamp shining truth
In a corner, roaches claim the kingdom
They scatter in the light
With cloak of dark words
They wage this fight
Across the room is justice
The love for which we stand
It will break the fangs of wicked men
And crush in it’s hand
One truth remains in mind
This place is not our home
With every shout we waste
With every new disgrace
This land will rot and turn to sand
But are we of mind to receive a salutation?
The knock on the door, the cell decays away
Into a swirl of scarlet disarray
A moment to catch our breath
And begin to fly away far, fly free
Amazed eyes approved this
Embarrassed, nobles turned away
Victims, young men screaming
For it’s for this in which we’ve prayed
For those who can’t fight
For those who won’t fight
Find strength within
Through the love of one
Bonded in chains
Which spark as they’re broken
Sanctified will march
The night is quiet, dew laden branches extend
Lies of a verdict brewing within
Hearts go out to the tortured ones
Seeking out the sun
Hold on through the darkened times
Reviving as heroes do rise
Over top the kings, screaming alive
Set fire to the night
Beyond this great escape
Where the darkness cannot go
They’ve preyed on those who can’t fight
On those who won’t fight
We’ve prayed for light on this