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Wow, I tell you, things are changing.  While writing a response, the whole thing disappeared.  Why?  I think they are monitoring and editing, on some blogs, while comments are being written.  Rather than reject after the fact, for this or that reason, they are... if they catch it in time, rejecting it immediately.  Is it political correctness?  I am thinking so.  It was at Vox Day's blog.

He has been writing about the convergence, or the appearance of that, regarding some new writs for the Southern Baptist Convention.  And, while I understand what seems like frustration, there are... problems...  How can you call to account another when you aren't holding yourself accountable?  Or... you have areas or people who are flagrantly wrong, who you hold close?

We are all sinful.  We are all seduced by sin.  We all have, beyond simple needs and wants, dark hungers.  We fail to resist, sometimes... more often... to repent.  Most people live with and in sin, and won't change.  Christians who actually live the Christian life, confining themselves, refusing those who don't abide to some reasonable standards, are few.  Most go by law, and leave it at that.  I like to think I am among Christians, failing often, and only God will have that say, but the idea is there.  And I do reject those who won't accept that there is sin, that sin is not acceptable, that they sin, and that redemption is an ongoing heavy process.  They must be told, of course.  Though some, who are brazen, have no need of being told.

Causality.  Or how those who only believe in the world would have it.  When we try to live our own lives, our own way, and reject the wisdom behind the notion of sin, and why or why not, we end up suffering.  The world wants us to eat of the many fruits, and die from it.  Knowing, finally, but without the wisdom to do a thing about it.  Forgiveness?  Yes, but it must be sought.  For it to be sought, first it must be known to be needed.  From what?  That must be known.  From whom?  Raw fruit of the world is deadly poison, no matter how it may, at first blush, seem.  Ah, believe or else, there is a right place where butterflies never die.  In a different way, but... I think... well... you'll learn.

There was a time when human, anyway, causality, and what it bore, was my aim, goal.  She taught me, the hard way.  I learned, and went on to do, in ways she could never have fathomed.  Though I had always been seeking the blowfish skin soup that would do the trick.  She just... unleashed all reservations.  Thankfully, now, I have been called back from that blackness.  And, mostly, even in dark times, facing my Lord, it is okay.  And more.

But this isn't about judgment, exactly.  Only, if you accept sins, great sins, and the sinners who do them... bringing them in, holding them tight, literally or virtually, how can you judge others who do the same.  Actually, regardless of how you go about it, if you claim others are doing bad by including those who shouldn't be, while doing so yourself, the problem...  Well, that is why churches are failing.

I couldn't post this there, in abbreviated form.  I'll try it here.  I understand.  Some just can't handle hearing that they seem to be throwing rocks while living in glass houses.  Or their guards make sure they don't hear the negatives.  Is there some method to his madness?  Yes.  But it is a very dangerous method, and may not be... fruitful rightly.  Actually, I don't think it has ever worked... to my knowledge.  So be it.

I was given not a second chance, but seven times seventy, daily, for much of the darker parts of my life.  Thank God my foolishness was never truly accepted, allowed, coddled.  Not even by me, if that was half the point?  Amen.