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Christmas 2020

Those who have remained there had a storm back home. I don’t know if you’ve ever endured a blizzard on the High Plains, but there nothing quite like it. As inhospitable environments go, it offers disorientation, wind-whipped crystals that sting one’s skin when they hit, howling wind, and temperatures that will kill you dead if you’re caught unprepared.

Blizzards are a very real thing. It’s better to stay somewhere safe, warm and sheltered with someone who loves you, if one is blessed. Blizzards bring their baby booms in late summer, and the resultant children will hear the story for the rest of their parents’ lives.

I just saw a Facebook meme: “On January 1st, hindsight really will be 2020.” My comment: “And good riddance.”

2020 was a storm. Not a sudden onslaught like the wall cloud that brings a South Dakota thunderstorm or the rolling waves of horizontal snow comprising its blizzards, nor the steady building rainfall that precedes the torrent of a hurricane. This year was a steady deluge of another sort of precipitate.

It didn’t start with a virus. It started somewhere deeper in the makeup of people than their physiology. It’s unique to us, as creatures formed in the image of a living God and fixed in the eye of His mind before we ever were.

Did you ever wonder why He bothers? Why this place, why people such as us? Why a world so intricately crafted life could hardly be sustained otherwise? Why do storms come?

In the beginning, God chose not to be alone. Better to commune, He must have decided, than to remain a singularity of consciousness. He conceived love, which necessitated an object and ideally evoked reciprocation. It couldn’t be innate, but needed to be a choice, as His was a choice. In that moment of pre-time, He became the Craftsman, and all which we know followed.

The Editress and I have been students of history since before we met, and that was a long enough time ago. The history she and I learned by and large isn’t taught these days but in home school, and for good reason: the primary lesson of history is a stark exposition of our innate human nature. While times change, people do not, and the cycles of human experience confirm the same store of wisdom even as history’s tides ripple against the vessel carrying us forward in the present day.

The lesson of history is that people generally do not learn from history, just as the lesson of Scripture is that we are inescapably bound to a sin nature in our physical form. These aren’t separate lessons. They are one and the same.

The opportunism that manifested in 2020 sprang into the open hearts of men in response to the whispering of God’s enemy, who loves nothing more than to convince his victims of their cleverness. One line of inspiration from a patron spirit (one who, by the way, out of hate wants every one of us dead) might inspire, for example, a strategy to concurrently evolve a potentially fatal malady and its vaccine as a means to pursue wealth.

Fearmongering, the polar opposite of faithful living enabled by the onset of a coronavirus, then merged with social engineering to provide a means of imposing their will for those with deep-seated control issues. Fear confers the short-term gratification of accumulated power comprising the opiate of tyrants, and the only fix for its junkie is furthering the compliance of subjects.

Deep-seated control issues virtually define the political Left. Vice of all sorts is literally the driving force of mentalities repulsed by responsible living in the Real World. No less governed by intractable natural laws in their rebellion, they are the idiot children of comfortable living, and the weak folk who produce bad times out of good years. And they had a president who rubbed their noses in their own ineffectiveness by outperforming them at every turn.

Something simply had to be done, no matter how irrational or immoral, and those stabilizing concepts hardly registered on souls so lost as to consider reality something to be engineered rather than accommodated. “Action Now! The ends will justify our means!”

That’s what gave us 2020. What a crap pile of a year. Way to go, kids.

Somewhat more than half us see what’s going on. Somewhat less than that realize the full extent of the present day, and those of us who know what’s coming next are an earthly population of precisely zero.

In all the camps contending for dominance, we break down into two essential categories. Some of us hang onto hope while others do not.

Hopelessness makes the political Left vulnerable to promises of secular salvation, of the freedom to indulge in base desires, and in the illusion of there being no accountability to the laws of Nature and the judgment of their Author. Natural law decrees unguarded vulnerability will often not end well.

Hope didn’t happen by accident. The Craftsman, present throughout the whole of His creation and unbounded by the line of time, knows our nature far better than we can perceive ourselves in this life. His love in creating those who could choose to love Him in return necessitated accommodation in the relationship, to balance the sum of who He is and what we are.

This eternal God from the beginning knew forgiveness would be part of what He was doing, were it to happen at all. Love made that choice, and in that aspect of Divine nature is all the hope we need to navigate the present day.

God is good, all the time. It pleases Him to inspire our hope, to buttress it with courage, and to witness works of faithfulness that defy the whispers of the enemy, and then his voice, and even his raging bellow. Faith will be here after the storm is past, just as the Craftsman—the same yesterday, today and tomorrow forever—has ever been and ever shall be.

The hope available to you was brought about by the choice of a simple, wonderful girl long ago, who said in faith “Let it be done to me according to Thy will.” Jesus appeared, and His witnesses carried the Good News into the world. He knew we needed something to hang onto when the storms would come. So stay inside, dear child of God, and warm yourself here.

Choose to love, and Merry Christmas. -DA

Easter 2020 – Lockdown Fail

It is Easter, and in a lockdown fail of cosmic proportions, Jesus is Risen. Perhaps no one in the catalog has better enunciated why this matters than Pastor Lin Shun Lun in Boone’s second novel, The Bonus Pool. Here, with extraneous content redacted to keep the novel new for those who’ve not yet read the thing, is his speech:

Madame, I thank you for the very kind introduction. I gladly accept your kind award of this great honor, although I do so on behalf of the many who labor as I do, with only the comfort of recognition unapparent in the present realm.

“We are creatures who live, you see,” he continued, “guided by perceptions. Those, in turn, are influenced by our personal perspective.”

He paused in looking out over the audience. “The perspective of a Chinese, you see, is by necessity of one surrounded by many. The long history of the peoples and cultures of my land has brought forth many philosophies from this point of view. The philosophies of men, we know, in order to find true validity must fit within the framework of the Almighty.

“Long ago, the tradition relays, a master approached the boundaries of his land mounted upon a beast of burden, seeking only solitude for his final days and weary in his heart of the ways of men. A guard there, sensing his passing greatness, entreated him to set down in a few written words a treasure for future generations.”

Lin smiled. “A work of eighty-one brief chapters, by the man who we know as Lao Tse, became the iconic Tao Te Ching. At its core, the work is a simple observation of the essence of nature, which, over the course of a long lifetime, had become apparent to one of the most observant of minds. As a result, it is one of the three preeminent philosophies in my native land to this day, two and one-half millennia later.

“You might wonder why a Christian, such as I, would emphasize what some would consider a secular philosophy.” Lin paused as if to consider the question himself. “The reason is the long success of the Church in China in relating to the reverence of balance and harmony Lao instilled in those who appreciate truth.

“Truth, you see—the collection of conventions we utilize to formulate our perspective—is determined through observation, and in turn is tempered and moderated by a wisdom telling us Truths are best understood from premise to extension, or put more simply, ascending from the foundational to the elaborate.

“Master Lao, as appropriate, began at the beginning. He wrote of the greatest truth, and the foundation of all things, whom he decreed unknowable and simply called the Tao, or ‘the Way.’ His, I assert, was a pre-revelation vision of the Divine, in the manner leading the Psalmist to observe ‘the heavens declare the Glory of God.’ As with any foundation, it is a solid base on which to build, as we in China have begun.

“Truth resides in the balance and harmony of observed realities, and the traditions of my culture have long held to those unfailing inter-relational standards. Actualities must meet examination, and coexist with the remainder of what we hold, if our philosophy is to stand.”

Lin’s hands left the podium so only his feet supported his weight. “To stand is to rest one’s center within means of support. It is the possession of balance, and we find such through harmony with our environment.”

Returning his hands to the lectern, he maintained a comfortable stance at center stage. “It is so with the successful negotiation of the human condition. To encounter success, just as Lao knew, and just as the simplest of people in China know to this day, we need foundational clarity. One needs, I assert, valid perspective. And this, we have determined, lies in understanding the tripartite nature of Creation.”

Lin’s hands made the shape of a circle then remained at the periphery. “We live in the bounds of our material existence, yet we sense, as Lao did, something more. Those, as so many things do upon reflection, often divide themselves into threes: Father, Son, and Spirit … beginning, middle and ending … Heaven, Earth and Man.”

His hands grasped the podium once more, and the man leaned forward slightly, seemingly alight from his speaking. “You have seen the circles within circles attempting to portray the everlasting balanced relationship of the yin and the yang. The icon represents also the primal journey, from darkness to the Light, again in three parts—the Light, the Dark, and the Whole. We know through the long experience of its endurance the ancient philosophy stands. As we occupy the very middle of our own three realms—Heaven, Earth, and Man between—it is, therefore, our vital challenge to find the balance point of existence.”

Illustrating his point, Lin touched his abdomen. “The center of our body is easily located. How so do we perceive the center of our spiritual existence? Where is the middle component of the tripartite? One may find it, as we in China have had great success in proclaiming, in the person of Christ Jesus. He embodied on Earth the very essence of Heaven and of Man, bringing all three into inseparable balance in his sacrifice on the Cross.”

Lin paused, smiling again. “There we see the balance point of Creation, still today as it was always, even in the time of Lao and prior. This vital component, should it be found lacking, leaves us without balance, and in danger of a fall, as with any body or soul outside the bounds of its support. In all of our journeys, from birth through life to death, we will find there is no substitute for the lack of balance. Not in any pleasure of the world, nor in our strivings, nor in our most violent contentions or in any imagined state of self-determination,” Lin concluded.

“Only through accepting this vital balance point in the existence of mankind can any entity—man, woman, family, government or league of nations—exist in harmony with that which is, and truly discover what it is to be human.”

Lin raised his hands in acceptance of the undeniable. “It has been engineered into the Great Construct, you see, from the beginning. We travel from the Darkness toward the Light, regardless of any other intent. We, who adhere to the natural flow in this, meet less resistance, encounter less misery, and carry less weight than we would otherwise. It is for the sake of the human condition we endeavor to convince others.

“What greater privilege exists, than to speak to our fellow man of that which is? What else would we do with our time, now after we have seen the Truth?” Lin smiled and bowed his head to the audience. “Thank you for this evening, and for this honor, and this opportunity. May the Light ahead and the Darkness behind show you the true nature of our journey together, as one world, under the hand of one God. In His name we pray.”

Have a blessed Easter. Choose to love. – DA

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In production news, the Single Candle Press Editress is reading through my remaining three titles of the catalog preparatory to beginning Content Edit for Title14/Sean5 Twenty-Four Hours to Midnight. Ritter’s face-off with ISIS will appear, God willing, later this year.

Because He Arrived

It’s a continual challenge in an overly accessorized world to effectively relay the significance of the mission of Christ. People, by and large blessed by a successful society and subject to many distractions, are able to ignore their primal nature and focus on less significant matters. But that Jesus appeared is a historical actuality, and one should understand why.

The Christ Child didn’t arrive because God changed in any way, but because He chose to manifest Himself in the person of a begotten son. The Craftsman is the same from age to age, existing outside the line of time in what can only be termed as nontemporal superdimensionalism. It is an altogether singular existence, dependent on nothing else. He is, and so he told Moses His name: I Am.

He Is today as He was then. We, as a portion of His portfolio, observe what He is doing as our limits allow. Time passes, because we are encapsulated and subject to the Line of Time, while we learn and grow to His purpose. In the fullness of our days, we will return to Him—going back under the Hand and the Eye of the Craftsman—to be evaluated.

My first novel, The Anvil of the Craftsman, led with His promise from Isaiah 43:25 that “I, even I, am He who blots out your transgressions, for My own sake, and remembers your sins no more.” That’s Who He is.

God’s covenantal promise is to reconcile the difference between who He is and who we are in the only way He is able. He needs to balance His equation, working in a manner that is representable mathematically. He chose to do so in a way that in its nature addresses another of our predictable failures.

Nontemporal superdimensionalism was not a term likely to flourish in the first century, let alone the times before the Hebrews became Israel. Though the concept is intuitive, humanity’s grasp of the universe was limited. We had an excuse, seeded by doubt from His enemy, that God didn’t know what it was like to be alone and abused and dying. From the beginning, in the crossroads of our minds where our voice and that of God and the deceiver meet, there was the premise planted of our Creator as a tyrant rather than a Father.

Jesus arrived, because our last excuse could be countered in no other way. I emphasize again: nothing changed then. This is the way God Is. His revelation is progressive, not His nature, and he judges men and women today on the same basis He has ever.

We are judged on a perfect standard, as He is perfect, for the reason that He must maintain, as we are told, what He creates. To do so, He must remain as He is, undiminished. It is our great opportunity and danger to arrive in eternity as a child of God or a castaway perceiving too late the nature of our existence and His.

So it is we initially fear God, and do so in our clarity. By His will, we come closer to see a message being not one of tyranny, but relaying His motivation of divine love, and His saving grace, and the overwhelming sufficiency of Christ.

Because Jesus arrived, we may understand. Join us in celebration if this is your first season of realization, and be blessed this Christmas as we remember again.

Choose to love, -DA