Further Reading

So this question on healthcare and social justice has had me thinking all day, so I pulled my out my Sources of Catholic Dogmas book. It appears to me that two encyclicals may help me to further understand and contemplate these topics, and thus, will be of great value to me. 

Rerum Novarum by Pope Leo XIII (1891) and Quadragessimo Anno by Pope Pius XI (1931). If anyone is interested in reading along and discussing these, sound off in the comments. It may turn out to be some good Lenten reading. 

The Right to Healthcare

Last week I responded to a post on Mackerel Snapper regarding the idea that healthcare is a right and is fundamental to the pro-life movement, that without, essentially turns pro-lifers into pro-birthers. My response was this:

Here is the problem with this. This implies that people have a right to healthcare at someone else’s expense. The cold hard truth is that some things are incredibly expensive to get care for due to a number of factors including specific skill sets, development of technology, etc. If I have an absolute right to those things no matter my ability to pay it means that someone somewhere has no right whatsoever to freely determine what they will do with their own productive property (capital, time, talent, etc.) I can perhaps say no, but someone down the line MUST say yes if someone has an absolute right regardless of their ability to compensate the person or people serving them. This is really the same line of thinking that others use to force others to violate their consciences. It is a mentality that I’m owed a certain quality of life and someone else must give it to me no matter what.

There is an explicit moral obligation to not kill others. However, there is not an explicit moral obligation in Scripture, or otherwise, that healthcare coverage is a universal right. We certainly have an obligation as followers of Christ to do what we can to help others and to comfort the afflicted as we are able but that is a far cry from absolute universal healthcare coverage.

Surprisingly, my comment became the center of a follow-up post, entitled, Missing the Point of Catholic Social Justice. I was both surprised and flattered that someone had actually taken the time to read my thoughts, and then respond.

Every time I write something concerning Catholic Social Justice, I am always met with rebuttals that, for lack of better phrasing, super duper miss the point…Yet, in response, a reader posted this all-too-common spiel. [insert my comment from above].

I will admit that, regarding application, the reader presents legitimate concerns. But that’s all they are: concerns. They are factors. They don’t do anything to change the original premise.

So many of us hold the belief that  justice is somehow relative to our own personal situation. But it’s not. Justice is objective. It is static. It doesn’t care about material obstacles. It doesn’t care whether *we* think it’s fair or not. And it certainly has no problem demanding sacrifice.

It’s a great response, but Mackerel Snapper, I believe, also misses the point of Catholic social justice, and I think that there are several blind spots in a statement that flat-out says “healthcare is a right” and stops it right there.

The first problem is that, despite the staticity and objectivity relating to justice, the application of the principle are highly subjective, and always will be. While justice might not care about material obstacles, we live in a material world, and any application of justice must take those material obstacles into account, and very well may be hindered due to material limitations. To pretend that they don’t exist, and that justice demands that we meet its standards regardless of the material obstacles that exist is to not live within reality. There, is of course, the fact, too, that medicine is not itself a static field, and is always evolving, and does not evolve across the globe at the same speed. What is possible for one person in a particular place and time is not possible for a second person at a different place or time. So to say that a person is entitled to healthcare is in itself subjective and warrants further discussion due to the inherent disparity that exists in a non-static universe.

The second problem is related to the first, and it comes from the very subjective nature of defining what is healthcare, and which parts fall under the category of that fundamental right? Are life-saving and quality-of-life procedures the same? Are all quality-life-procedures in themselves equal? Are a blood transfusion and dental braces the same?  Is the providing of toothpaste and dental floss a fundamental right under this broad right to healthcare?

These may seem like ludicrous examples, but they highlight the necessity of having a legitimate discussion, rather than making broad statements. If only, though, these were the only issues.

There is of course, the concern of personal freedom. Unlike the rights to speech or self-defense, or worship, which don’t require the participation of anyone else, the right to healthcare, does. It requires that others serve you, and if it is a fundamental human right, it stands to reason, that humanity has an obligation to provide enough doctors and physicians in order to provide healthcare to all of our brothers and sisters. So what if, there is a shortage of doctors, or a workload that is so heavy that patients do not truly get the adequate care and attention that they need? In order to meet this human right, people must be drafted into the workforce, regardless of whether they want to become doctors or not. “Oh come on!” you say. “You’re being absolutely ridiculous.” No, I’m not. If healthcare is an absolute right, then, as Mackerel contends, no material obstacle should stand in the way. If someone has the brain power to become a doctor, they have an obligation to justice, even if that is not what they want to do with their lives. Don’t think that there has never been a state that did not allow its subjects the freedom to choose a profession they enjoy, or that such a state doesn’t currently exist in the world today, and will not at some point exist in the future.

Mackerel finishes with a quote from Pope Paul VI from Populorum Progressio:

In short, “as the Fathers of the Church and other eminent theologians tell us, the right of private property may never be exercised to the detriment of the common good.” When “private gain and basic community needs conflict with one another,” it is for the public authorities “to seek a solution to these questions, with the active involvement of individual citizens and social groups.”

Contrary to what the original post implies, this is not a statement of some static right to healthcare, and neither is what the Catechism has to say on the topic:

Life and physical health are precious gifts entrusted to us by God. We must take reasonable care of them, taking into account the needs of others and the common good. Concern for the health of its citizens requires that society help in the attainment of living-conditions that allow them to grow and reach maturity: food and clothing, housing, health care, basic education, employment, and social assistance.

-Catechism 2288

Rather than stating that health care is a right, it simply states that society must help in the attainment of health care. When I read that it conjunction with Pope Paul VI, it would seem to me that the issue does not come down to a static demand of justice, but rather, a conversation within society about how to balance personal rights and responsibilities of all of its citizens towards each other, and to determine what the minimum living conditions are for its citizens in its unique place and time in human history.

I am not anti-healthcare, or anti-justice, but the issue is, like most things Catholic, far more nuanced than Mackerel Snapper seems to express.

Lent Draws Near

Oh Lent, that wonderful time of the year. If you’ve heard of Lent, but aren’t quite sure what it is, Lent is a very ancient Christian custom. It is a penitential season, meaning we do penance, meaning we make sacrifices, to loosen our slavery to the flesh and the world and rely more deeply on God. It is a season of sanctification, a time of year that we double down on our cooperation with God’s grace to become the men and women we were intended to be from the beginning. 

Lent is not a time of year when we Catholics try to work our way to heaven, when we make sacrifice because we believe that we can earn our way to heaven. These are things Catholics do not believe, and the Church explicitly rejects.
Lent is the time of year when we kind of realize that we’ve been drifting. It is when we are reminded that we are in a relationship with Christ. Though Christ initiated the relationship outside of anything we could do, relationships always imply a multiplicity of persons, and so we must participate in the relationship actively, not simply be passive observers. So we take this time to renew our acceptance of Christ’s call to take up our crosses and follow him. Guided by him, we see the planks in our eyes and through prayer, fasting, and giving of alms, we seek to remove those things that make us less like Christ so that we can be transformed by his saving power into the light of the world, and the salt of the earth. 
Lent begins on Wednesday, Ash Wednesday. We will be reminded on that day of where we come from and where we are going. We will be smacked in the face with humility and a little bit of ash. And for 40 days we will, albeit on a much small scale, imitate our Lord in the desert. And then we will enter into Easter and celebrate the Resurrection of Christ and anticipate in excitement, our own resurrections.


With only a few days left, now is a good time to consider what sort of sacrifices or other penances you might participate in, other than the ones mandated by Holy Mother Church (fasting on Ash Wednesday and Good Friday, and abstaining from meat Ash Wednesday and all the Fridays of Lent). Share in the comments what you are planning to do so that those of us who aren’t sure yet can be inspired!

Sometimes Loving Seems Unloving

There are moments in our own lives when we are too blind to see the harm we are causing ourselves, physically, emotionally, socially, spiritually. We want what we want, believing it will make us happy, believing that instead of harming us, it will fix us, strengthen us, complete us. I have been there so many times. I always seem to be on the edge of it. Willing to make any excuse as to why it is better for me to choose an easy wrong, than the difficult good that God asks of me.

Many times those around us can see these choices we are making, and sometimes we hide them from others very well. But when they see the choices we are making, or are about to make, they can see what we won’t allow ourselves to see. They see the danger we may be placing our body, mind, soul, health, and relationships in. They love us, and they desire that none of that harm should befall us. They talk to us, they show us what we have either ignored or not considered. They plead with us to consider the big picture. Hopefully our hearts are opened, but oftentimes, we refuse. 
So what are they supposed to do? What are the people who love us so much supposed to do? Are they supposed to give up and pretend that the harm we are causing ourselves is not the harm they know it to be? Are they supposed to continue to hound us and get in our faces about what we are doing to ourselves? I think that neither of these choices is a good choice. Regarding the former, Scripture talks in so many places about our responsibility to our brothers and sisters, our responsibility to live in truth, and our responsibility to the moral good. To lie about truth, and encourage those we supposedly love to continue to harm themselves whether it is physical, spiritual, or otherwise, can in no way be considered loving. As to the latter, there comes a point in time when further discussion and attempts at persuasion simply will do no good. This is the point where they have done all they can, it is where intellect meets will, and it is an internal battle that is between the one they love and God. The one they love knows what is right, but it is up to their will, and their will alone, to choose the good. They may end up doing more harm than good by continuing to persist. I think it was St. Paul who gave us the image of leaving a town that refuses the truth, and shaking the dust off our feet. All they can do is present the truth and allow others to accept or refuse it.
So what can they do? Personally, I think that it goes without saying that they must continue to love, but I think that how that love looks may change. I think it continues with constant prayer for the other. I think it means making it clear that they are always going to be there for them, but that depending on what exactly the other is doing, it may require keeping a certain distance, erecting new boundaries that perhaps weren’t there before. I think that they need to remember that, though they have a duty towards others, they have a duty to care for their own soul and to reject anything that is not true, not of Christ. 


To the other, this may seem unloving. It may seem like a personal, and shunning rejection. But this, of course is not the truth. For these people we can only pray, pray for their conversion, for their peace, for their physical, emotional, and spiritual health. And for those finding themselves having to make the difficult choice to keep a distance, we pray for their strength, fortitude, and courage.

The Old Rugged Cross

Sometimes I feel like a walking contradiction. And that is not because I’m SSA and Catholic. But rather it’s because in general I consider myself (and I think that friends and family would agree) to be a pessimist, a realist, someone who, while a believer, has the type of personality that would find it difficult to believe in the miraculous, the divine. I’m the type of person that who would be quick to doubt if I met someone who had had visions like St. Faustina. In a way, I am very much like Agent Scully from The X-Files. But at the same time, I can easily, at times, believe that God speaks to me, even in the most subtle of ways. Take today for example.

As usual, my alarm went off at six o’clock this morning. I know, I am too lazy to adjust my alarm times for the weekends. So I just kept hitting snooze for about half an hour until I shut it off, not wanting to continue that game for another hour, which is when I actually wanted to wake up. So I fell back to sleep, and had one of those dreams that is just all over the place. Maybe you know what I mean if you’ve ever woken up briefly, and promptly fallen back asleep for a short period of time. Now there were several interesting aspects to my dream, but only one has to do with this topic: my mother was in this dream.

Now, it’s not unusual for my mom to be in one of my dreams. But her behavior in this dream was not usual. Now, ignoring the uneasy and erratic dreams I had in the months following her death, her behavior in my dreams is usually pretty consistent, and a lot of the dynamics that I had with her in life are present. I’m snarky to her, and she is snarky to me. That’s the gist of it. But this morning, it was very different. She didn’t say or do much of anything. In fact, I don’t think she said a single word. She was merely present. Her attitude and demeanor was not usual. It was a kind of happy sadness. I don’t know if there is a word for that or any other way to describe it better, but that’s what it was. 

When I woke up again about 45 minutes later, I just knew that I was supposed to pray for her, that I needed to offer up Mass for her as my intention. I can’t explain it. While it wasn’t an apparition or a vision as many Saints have described in relating visitors from Purgatory, and it wasn’t a direct spoken message from God, I had no doubt that it was a message from God. So I got up, did my morning thing, and went to Mass. I did the best with what I have to be intentional, and to participate in the Mass. I sang, I tried to focus on the readings, and I tried to absorb and learn from Fr. Johnson’s homily about complaining (certainly felt like he was talking directly to me). And when it was time for the offering, I simply asked God to give my mother the mercy and grace she needs. I tried to put myself on Calvary during the consecration, and receive Holy Communion worthily, but I must admit that my mind did begin to wander. Once I realized that my mind was now on some random political subject, I became disappointed in myself. I had failed to really pray for her, my mom.

And then: On a hill far away, stood an old rugged cross…the emblem of suff’ring and shame…

Many people will tell you that my mom’s favorite hymn was either In the Garden or Bringing in the Sheaves. If you’re Catholic you may never have heard of either of these hymns. But I know that my mom really really liked The Old Rugged Cross. And so when that was the post-Communion song that they chose for Mass this morning, a song, that I have only ever heard one other time in a Catholic Mass, it was all the confirmation I needed that indeed my dream was not some coincident, and that my petitions for my mother had not been of no effect, but that they were being heard.

I do believe that God speaks to his children, and that he can speak to us in many different ways. Some he speaks audibly and visually. To others he sends his mother, or a saint or angel. And to others he speaks subtly in dreams or music, or events he coordinates in our lives. But we must be sensitive and open to these promptings. Make that your goal today, to ask God to speak to you and to receive the grace to hear his voice.

The Strange Case of Gnostic Naturalism

One of the first major issues that the catholic church had to address in post-apostolic times was various forms of gnosticism. Gnostic beliefs can be simplified, and perhaps oversimplified, into a system that views the material world to be flawed to such a degree that some might consider it to be bad or even evil in the sight of a spiritual and good God. Flowing out of this belief there arose various challenges to crucial Christian beliefs, particularly the Incarnation and the Resurrection of Jesus. To some degree or another, one or both of, these beliefs were denied to be true by gnostics. The flesh was bad, and God, who is the utmost example of perfection and reality, would not descend to become flesh, and he certainly would not have remained in the flesh at his glorious resurrection from the dead.

Jump to the present day, and you find a culture that has swung in the opposite direction. Many westerners have completely given up on the idea of God, on the idea of there being any sort of reality beyond what can be measured scientifically. A great number have become functional atheists and agnostics, even if they claim some religious affiliation. Rather than believing our universe to be a flawed world, second to God, they believe it to be the only world that there is. There is no spirit, no magic, no miracles, and no transcendent meaning. And following out of this belief is a type of naturalistic religion, a hyperveneration of earth and the material universe. It is found in the obsession we have with GMOs, with major international treaties relating to climate change, with months-long protests when our water supplies are threatened, and continual research and advancements towards weaning ourselves of fossil fuels. We greatly desire to understand our natural roots and to feed our bodies naturally, and fuel our lives with renewable resources. We have become deeply aware of our dependence on nature and on this tiny speck of dust hurtling through the voids of space at 67,000 miles per hour.
But on the flip side of the coin, a rather strange development is occurring alongside our increasingly naturalistic worldview, and it is one that spurns the material world. It is a worldview that denies reality and ignores physical truths, supplanting them with imaginary pretenses that exist only in our minds. This is made quite obvious from the movements taking place in every corner of our culture that seek to uncouple biological reality from gender and sexuality. It is a movement that now makes calling a pregnant woman an “expectant mother” politically incorrect because the pregnant person, who has all the biological parts of a woman, might actually be a man. It seeks to make gender-separated bathrooms and locker rooms a thing of the past. And now most recently, it seeks to erase the definition of the word boy from Boy Scouts, to allow girls who think they are boys to be in the Boy Scouts.
It is also part of a philosophy that seeks to blur the lines between different types of sex acts, making people believe that there are no differences between them, and that there is no benefit of one over another for the greater good of society. Incredulously, society is going along with it. Our culture no longer believes that there is any difference between acts that are naturally ordered towards the propagation of our species and acts that, well, combine a reproductive system with the tail end of the digestive tract. One doesn’t even have to be a theist to see the differences. You don’t even have to believe that homosexual behavior is a sin to see that there is a fundamental difference, that these things are different, and will never be the same. But I digress. 
This strange new reality where we reject GMOs or food products that have been treated with hormones as being unnatural for us, but are totally willing to cut off our genitals and pump our bodies with hormones in order to pretend that we are something that our DNA says we are not, is mind-boggling. It is bewildering that a society that so desperately invests in the exploration, understanding, and preservation of the material world, and discovering its place in that world, can so quickly turn on itself, ignoring the plain evidence of what and who we are.
We have arrived at a time of great confusion and contradiction. This is a place where a form of gnositicism and naturalism are clashing, and yet, most people are unable or unwilling to see their own self-contradiction. But this cannot last forever. Our society is killing itself with this self-denial. It cannot survive this bizarre self-inflicted mortal wound. But out of the ruins of society, reason will rise, it always does. Future generations will look back and shake their heads. They will wonder how we managed to fool ourselves into believing the things we are currently willing to believe in the face of a contrary reality. 
My prayer, of course, is that as a culture we would wake up before we crash and burn. But in case we are not provoked out of our stupor in droves, my prayer is that many individuals of good-will would have their eyes opened to reality, to see that there is both a material and a spiritual reality and that they exist in harmony. I pray that all of us, every single one of us, has the opportunity to experience the peace and healing power of Christ, and to experience the goodness of our bodies and the goodness of our souls, and that we would be granted the grace to bring them to exist in unity.

How Fortunate is He Who Fights for the Very Breath of His Life

This weekend we heard, during the Gospel, the Beatitudes. Last Lent I read Pope Benedict XVI’s incredible trilogy Jesus of Nazareth where he delves into the significance of the Beatitudes. The Beatitudes are the doorway to God; by living the Beatitudes, we see the internal life of Christ. The Beatitudes are the spiritual biography of Christ, to read them is to read the heart of Jesus. It follows, then, that if we are to become like Christ, we need to pay particular attention to the Beatitudes. 

Let’s look at the first beatitude: Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven. Have you ever looked at this one and wondered what exactly it means to be poor in spirit? Is it to be depressed? To be sad? To exhibit melancholy? Nothing of the sort. I have it on good authority that a better translation of this first Beatitude from the Greek is “how fortunate are those who fight for the very breaths of their lives.”  I imagine a man who is drowning, fighting, struggling to stay afloat, choking on the water, trying so hard to breathe and not to succumb to the grips of death that crash over him and pull him under. He is blessed if he fights it, if he does everything that he can, even though he holds on by a thread, to save his own life.

So it is in the spiritual life. We are blessed if we understand what is killing our souls and we fight against it in order to hold onto to eternal life. We all know which commands of God we break. We all know which situations in our lives that threaten to consume us and suffocate our love for God. We all know that situation that we don’t want to let go of, the situation that we desperately hold on to because it brings us comfort, even if it takes us far from God. I certainly know what it is in my life, and if you don’t actually know what it is in your life, take some time to examine your life closely.

Christ tells us that it is in this place that we are most blessed. It is here where we have the opportunity to fight for the very breath of our lives. Here is where we are given the chance to meet God by fighting to remain with him, fighting to carry a cross, rather than give into destructive behavior, whether that destruction is exterior or interiorly invisible. This is what is meant by being poor in spirit. It is a place of a desperation of sorts, but a desperation totally illuminated by faith and hope. It is a place where we don’t despair, but desperately cling to the goodness of God in complete and utter trust. And our reward? The Kingdom of Heaven. Every meaning and manifestation of that term becomes our possession, both now and in the future.

The call? To acknowledge that place in our soul and to get rid of our excuses for hanging on to it, and to fight its chokehold on our lives, whether that hold is subtle or ridiculously apparent. Fight it every day, and fight to remain close to Christ. You will not only remain close to him, but enter into his interior life in a deeply intimate way.

The Holy Family and Our Families

Today is the Feast of the Holy Family. We celebrate and honor this family because God, Jesus Christ, didn’t just take on flesh, but he truly took on human life. When he came he was born into a family, the family of Mary and Joseph. The Scriptures don’t talk a lot about the life of the Holy Family, but the things that it does mention are of great value.

1. The Holy Family is Chaste

The Gospels tell us that when Joseph found out about Mary’s pregnancy he sought to secretly put Mary away. Now there are many theories about Joseph’s desire here, including that his motivation was out of fear of being present with Mary who was so holy as to bear a child from God. Of course, Scriptures suggest that he did not know this until after he had decided to put her away when the angel revealed this mystery. Regardless, this is a possibility. Another thought is that Joseph did believe that Mary had been unchaste, or that he at least believed that this could cause scandal in the community, and so desired to distance himself from the accusations of unchastity. In any case, chastity is of great virtue to Joseph, as well as to Mary.

2. The Holy Family is Merciful

Despite Joseph’s initial intention to put Mary away, he desired to do so quietly as to not expose Mary to shame. Whatever he thought Mary might have done, he desired that she not suffer. He sought to balance justice with mercy. He sought to fulfill the righteousness of the law, but to not go beyond that and to spare Mary’s reputation.

3. The Holy Family is Obedient to God

The Holy Family resisted no hardship, refused no cross in order to accomplish God’s will. Do you think it was easy to flee to Egypt with a small child and stay there for several years to protect that child? Probably not, considering that the Holy Family was not wealthy. They uprooted their lives in order to do the will of God.

4. The Holy Family is Devout

The Holy Family fulfills their religious obligations. They completed their religious purifications, they completed the dedication of Jesus, they journeyed to the Temple to worship, they praised God, and they raised Jesus in a household of virtue. We have religious obligations even today, whether we acknowledge them or not. While the ceremonial laws of the old covenant have been abrogated by Christ, we nonetheless have the duty of religion: to worship God and to participate in the corporate body of Christ. We also have the obligation to be obedient to the teachings of Christ: his call to prayer, his call to mercy, his call to honor marriage, his call to take up our crosses, his call to almsgiving, his call to repentance, his call to preach the truth, his call to judge right from wrong and not to confuse the two. 

5. The Holy Family is Willing to Suffer

The Holy Family embraces their suffering even if they do not understand it. The Flight to Egypt is a good example of this. Another is the prophecy of Simeon, when he tells Mary that her heart will be pierced by a sword because of Jesus’ mission. She does not shy away, but takes these words into her heart and ponders them. And she follows Christ to the Cross, and watches her Son murdered. The Holy Family does not shy away from embracing the suffering of God because the suffering of God, especially when we do not understand why it is happening, always makes us more Christlike.

When we look at the Holy Family today, we see an example of what our families should be. Of course, no family is as the Holy Family is. We are imperfect people, but we must strive to imitate them. We must start with chastity, respecting our states in life: if we are single, we must remain celibate, if we are married, we must respect the vows we have made. We must be merciful to each other, we must remember that each member of our family is human and makes mistakes, forgiveness must abound. We must be obedient to God and devout. We should pray as a family, encourage one another to do what is right, and to rely on one another when we need help. We should each serve as a witness to the others in our families that when being obedient and devout is difficult that it is possible to hold on. Parents, your children, whether they are 2 or 42, need you to be a Christian example of self-emptying sacrifice, carrying your own cross so that when their crosses become difficult, you can be a tool of God’s grace to spur them on. We must be willing to suffer. We must bear one another’s burdens. We must be willing to tell each other the truth no matter how much it hurts. We must be willing to do difficult things in order to get our family to heaven.

And that is one of the primary reasons we are born into families. We are given these particular souls around us in order to help to sanctify each other, and strengthen one another so that our journey’s to heaven don’t have to be something we accomplish alone. Look to the Holy Family today and let us begin to be more and more like them.

+Jesus, Mary, and Joseph+

Pray for us.

The Rider on the White Horse

Then I saw heaven opened, and behold, a white horse! He who sat upon it is called Faithful and True, and in righteousness he judges and makes war. His eyes are like a flame of fire, and on his head are many diadems; and he has a name inscribed which no one knows but himself. He is clothed in a robe dipped in blood, and the name by which he is called is The Word of God. And the armies of heaven, wearing fine linen, white and pure, followed him on white horses. From his mouth issues a sharp sword with which to strike the nations, and he will rule them with a rod of iron; he will tread the wine press of the fury of the wrath of God the Almighty. On his robe and on his thigh he has a name inscribed, King of kings, and Lord of lords.

-Revelation 19:11-16 (RSV-CE)

This is my favorite image of Christ in Scripture. It reminds me more than anything that Christ is sovereign over the universe, and over my life. When things seem out of control, and that God is losing, I look here and I am reminded that Christ is Faithful. God has made promises and he will follow through with them. The enemy will be fought and he will lose. Christ is True. What he teaches, even when I do not understand, even when I do not agree, even when I want more than anything for it to be false, is true. And truth always works for the good of the soul. Christ judges. He is a savior, but he also judges, and in his judgment he makes war. He makes war against sin. And this is what I need, perhaps more than anything in my life right now: a God who is a warrior and fighter. A God who fights for me! A God who takes sin by the balls and deals harshly with it.

His eyes are flames of fire. Fire is an amazing thing, is it not? It has the power both to destroy and to refine. When I look at Christ, will I allow the fire of his soul to refine me like silver in a furnace, or will I allow the fire to utterly consume me? When he judges my actions, do I repent or do I defiantly hold on to them? On his head are many diadems. He is not just the King of the Jews and the Christians. He wears many diadems, he wears them all. He is King of every nation. He is King of every planet, of every star, of every galaxy and galaxy group. Jesus Christ is the King of the entire universe, of all that is visible and invisible. And his name is known by nobody but himself. He is incomprehensible. He is beyond my understandin. His ways are unknown to me, and I cannot counsel him.

His robe is dipped in blood. He has poured out his blood for us, for me. He loves us, loves me. He is the Word of God. He is God, and he is the one who has dwelt among us. This God who is beyond knowledge, who is faithful, true, just, consuming, and ruler of all that exists has descended in pure, infinite love, to this ugly rock hurtling through this microscopic corner of space, full of rebels, to pour out his life and his love for those same rebels. His robe proclaims his mission, to eradicate sin from our lives, not to eradicate us! This is why he fights! He desires to save us and return us to what we were meant for.

And the armies of heaven wear fine white linens and follow him on white horses. We truly are coheirs with him if we choose to fight in his army. We become the brothers and sisters of Christ and we inherit from the Father what Christ inherits, and we fight alongside him, helping to eradicate sin and bring more into the great army. He strikes the nations and rules them with an iron rod. Ultimately, God’s will cannot be prevented. Our free will is totally free, but it at all times boils down to two choices: God or not God. All of our choices are simply these two option disguised as other things. And on his thigh is a tattoo: King of kings and Lord of lords. He is the authority over all authority. Is the highest lawgiver. He is the highest judge. He is the highest giver of mercy. Every good thing is but a shadow of Christ.

It ihas been especially important to me this week to remember that Christ is king and judge and it is he who makes the rules and he who will judge me, and no other. But more importantly, it has been important for me to be reminded that he does not leave me to the wolves, but he fights for me and if I so desire, I can fight alongside him with all the hosts of heaven.