When time efficiently displays the presence of perfect opportunity, we have been blessed with the pregnant moment to make our own history. In my illusion I walk through life oblivious of my intentions, arguments, planning or preparation, thoroughly expecting to have brilliance and plenty drop from the sky before me, with a personal note to me attached. How frail is my constitution that I scrape barrel’s bottom seeking character to take some measure of commitment to God, Family and Country or Globe, yet will spend nearly 24 hours per day seeking the objects of my desire. What then is the label appropriate for my generation? Certainly not selfless, volunteer, careful about nothing in effort to protect and feed the innocent and vulnerable. It is clear Jesus was speaking of me when he said wicked.

All those falsely representing God have no love for those they deem unworthy. I must repeatedly hold back the bile in my throat when hearing how they view the people yet to find or make a decision for or against Christ. How may any disciple reach those of the children of disobedience without the Spirit sponsoring their own transformation from the hateful, judgmental human they claim has expired with Christ Jesus. I do not know who is saved. Surely, I look for the fruits of the Spirit, or Clouds without rain, but a clear indication of something askew is the absence of love. For Love is the first Premise of salvation. God’s Love for the World and our extension of the unconditional love for those yet to become part of His Adopted Family. To be in this time is to accept the need for extraordinary understanding, patience, long-suffering and gentility. Unfortunately, those things that we as humans are in scant supply. That is the demand for the Holy Spirit to accomplish these impossible tasks.

Everyone thinks they are the Church of Philadelphia, pious, on fire and true to God’s design for their lives, obedient to a fault. But that doesn’t mesh with the real human I know myself to be, reluctant, afraid, guaranteed selfish with God’s direction, chastisement and transforming sanctification. You mean to tell me that everyone who does a couple hours a week of focus upon God is On Fire for Christ. We must all either be totally self-deceiving, or we have such a limited scope of what it means to align ourselves in tandem with God’s Holy Spirit. Most I know barely hear God, barely study God’s Word and if I am any example, I know that I never pray enough, study enough, disciple enough and I certainly never give God either Worship He deserves or ALL OF ME. Taking this into account and performing that reckoning with God’s view versus my own, I am forced to recognize I am surely of that Wicked Generation.

What then is the Sign given to Jonas in Matthew 16:4 and since I am the one looking for signs and that is all I will be given shouldn’t I clearly know and understand that implication? I will arrive when my plans are consistently developed after focus upon God’s Plan, His Word, His Spirit, sprinkled with a bit of my own discernment using His Tools of that Holy Spirit. I couldn’t save myself, forgive myself, know God, Love Him, be cleansed, be righteous or be everlasting of my own accord. What oddity of transformation makes Chistian’s somehow become self-righteous in their own lack of piety following an induction in the Christian Hall of Fame? I don’t know how many people will be saved, I simply assume that God’s loves everyone so much He wants me to love them all. I know my own mind. I don’t know God’s, but I know that I can trust His and if left to lean on my own understanding that I will find fault with everyone else and reward myself with perfection. Thank goodness I am not in charge, I can barely convince myself of my own wickedness. Thank God He laid it our clearly before me or I would have never cried out for salvation. Going into Christianity forgetting how bad I was is a recipe for failure at Christianity.