Attempts at light heart when this weighty world shouts in every word and deed. There is only one way to do what is beyond our own strength or imagination. The Transhumanist says that there is another way to extend through drugs, augmentation, chips, AI, or harmonic resonance that man’s imagination incorporates distant stars embracing life on mars. That is all find and dandy but how does this reconcile with Christian Doctrine? It doesn’t.

Decisions made not to be sad but glad about something, everything or nothing. Self sponsored attempts at appearing authentic never quite take the night, trophy or medal. I may deceive that I believe and receive fake wind and a handful of time for my effort. Just that I may imagine a God that is good and sovereign and loving does not create that God. He needed none of us, do you understand that humbling realization? We still don’t I fear.

Don’t believe the fallen angels when they tell you that they are simply looking after your best interest. May the Lord rebuke them if He so chooses it is neither my call nor offense to make. We have been tamed into accepting through tolerance all that is offensive to God yet turn our eyes in disbelief or boredom to the Mysteries of Faith. We wonder why we are sad. What is gone a reflection upon the men who have lived their lives for Christ and have More.

We have been shown the limits of man’s imagination such that they have now capitulated their majesty to computers who may do it faster yet still fail to produce anything superior. Certainly they promise our children electronic girlfriends, yet they themselves admit they still do not know what makes an atom or what AI will do when it finally finds self awareness. As with me attempting to describe God I may only in hubris make my best guess. Wrongfully.

Yes, men eclipsed dimensions taught by fallen angels and doctrines of demons wanting to contend with God. They sought as Alexander mused to open the Door to the heavens only to meet God and find His wrath equipped and ready for their tasting. Finding the wine-press too strong and suddenly forgetting how to speak their own first language. I am not befuddled when confronted with Sovereign Authority only humbled in that Presence. To be recalled.

Why must we choose indignation? Why must we always play the rebel, is that wins us the chalice at parties? Certainly that charm embraced by those who wanted to disobey human Fathers. Are we here to play out that cosmic familial dysfunction of our casting or reach beyond it into a growth only available in sanctification of each shepherd. A Doorway with invitation or do we seek to enter through the open window on second floor. Illegally?

They tell you there is no shame in fighting the good fight, bucking the system or being the rebel to the applause of the cast of departing characters. Yet, we truly know the square guy or chaste girl who has blessing of which he/she may remain proud, lacking regret and showering in the true gifts of having lived for something better than just ourselves. Smiles of grace, power and love of the Father upon each of you who have learned the secrets of Life.