Weep like a young virgin dressed in black, mourning the loss of her fiance.
Yesterday I felt moved to write about the super natural parameters of His vision. The whisper from the moral bribe of the heart to the sirens of oppressive regimes denying human rights, He sees it all.
Joel writes about a time in the ancient Jewish faith where corporate responsibility was desired and expected.
Joel, a book written when the Persians ruled the promised land, 500 years or so after King David and 400 years or so before the birth of Christ.
At the time there was a heaviness on the hearts, the nation was under rule by another army, the nation had forgotten who they were and where they had come from. There was calamity and great sorrow and out of the mourning and weeping comes an acknowledgement individually and corporately.
A day is to be appointed; a day in which people must be kept from their common employments, that they may more closely attend His services. Every one had added to the national guilt, all shared in the national calamity, therefore every one must join in contrition.
I have to accept that I know so little about the consequences of simply living. Precisely what do my banks invest in? Where do my taxes end up? The food that populates my local supermarkets, the petrol that fuels our car, somehow by participating in modern western life I am sanctioning so much without giving consent. Maybe if I were presented a disclaimer every time I filled our car with petrol, something along the lines of, “by filling this car you are hereby consenting to the pursuit of oil, globally, at whatever cost deemed necessary.” Living is a compromise.
Acknowledge personal mistakes daily, but Joel was talking about was having one day.
One day where the population of each nation feels responsible somehow in the choices that were made.
I want to choose a day this year and acknowledge my part in this compromise. A spiritual day of national debt.
