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Not My People

14 December 2022

Don't tell me who my people are. Don't try to rope me into something that has been hostile to my faith since its birth. I make no common cause with those who make themselves my enemies.

The whole point of Christian Mysticism is that we do not care how things turn out in this world. "All is vanity under the sun." We belong to a kingdom of hearts, not of mere men. We cannot pledge loyalty to a system that belongs to this world. We can agree to play along, for the most part, but we belong to Christ, and the system in which we live is hostile to our Lord's claims.

There is only one way for any human government to gain God's favor, and that's in the Covenant. Here in America, human government rests on a raft of assumptions that flatly contradict the Covenant. There is nothing good and noble in the US Constitution; it came from Satan. It rests firmly on a rejection of God's hand in human affairs.

Yes, I was willing to live and die in the uniform I wore, and for the system that the American flag represents. As it is, I lost a portion of my body's normal functioning in pursuit of the goals of military service. Yeah, I'm a disabled veteran. I'm not bitter. Indeed, could the military have been just a little better, even in terms of what was once the promoted virtues of soldiering, I would still be glad to serve. There's something about the embrace of sacrifice that fills the heart with joy.

I honestly miss being in that environment. It was a place where I prospered, where the Lord used me for His glory, and my soul was very much alive. It was worth getting up every day and demonstrating His grace in a setting that demanded so much of us. My mission stood me at the gates of Hell; it was a nightmare world of deceit and hatred. The military is a terrible place, and shining the light of glory was the thing it needed most. I had a testimony, and I sincerely regret that I had to leave it all behind.

I didn't love the military itself; I hated it before I went in and I hate it even more now. Even if I were physically able, I doubt I could be allowed to stay, now that things have descended into madness. I'd be kicked out in just hours, given that the system seeks to control your very thoughts. Genuine faith is now illegal. My convictions wouldn't let me stay peacefully in the current system. My Lord cannot use me there any more.

It never mattered a whit what the system wanted. The goals and expectations of the leadership were never important to me. I went into it knowing that they were committed to evil. It was a case of assaulting Hell with a water pistol. And for a time, it worked; the Lord prospered His mission in me. That's what I miss. It was abundant grace pouring into the system from a tiny outlet.

I was promoted and showered with awards. They wanted me to stay, even with my disability. But I never saw myself belonging to the system. In my soul, I knew it was time to go. Something in the moral realm had shifted, and my commission from Heaven lapsed. The medals and rank mean nothing, now. My only regret is that my testimony was not stronger. I wasn't as hardy as I could have been.

I can tell you that I did encounter some of my people -- fellow children of grace -- in uniform. We had a common cause within the system as divine infiltrators. We were spies of Heaven together. I'm sure there are some there even now, because that's how God works. He loans His children to human systems because He will not let His glory be snuffed out. But make no mistake: His children were never truly under any dominion but His. In that sense, we who serve Christ are all traitors in any human system.

So when the time comes, I'll reject the claims of the system. I'll reject the claims of the people who do not embrace the Covenant. I feel quite certain that I'll die in some conflict of false claims. It won't matter. They'll never understand that this life is not worth anything. They will never understand my loyalty to Christ.


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