Former President George Bush called him Pootie Poot, but I doubt he said it to his face. History might well label him Pootie Poot the Pariah. The long-suffering souls of Ukraine will remember him as Vlad the Mad, who aspired to be a 21st century Ivan the Terrible. In the 20th century Vlad’s predecessor, Stalin, one of mankind’s most notorious mass murderers, took away their farms and starved to death millions of Ukrainians. Today Vladimer Putin, a “murderous dictator” and “butcher” in our president’s words, is bombing Ukraine’s cities to rubble and attempting to exterminate the populus again while fending off the West with threats of nuclear war. The risk goes up with each passing day of failed Russian conventional aggression.
These three ruthless murderers will forever be in the top-tier of the lowest level of Dante’s Inferno. A fourth contender licks his chops in Beijing, playing Vlad as a diversionary useful idiot as he prepares to pounce on Taiwan. And the Taliban are busy honing their skills on their multi-billion-dollar windfall of the latest American military equipment in Afghanistan.
Such grave dangers find America engaged in another war against an intractable adversary–reality. Its crumbling culture, in the grip of an insanity pandemic, abandons God, the foundation of all reality, and attacks biblical truth as hate speech, celebrates fanciful genders, enforces farcical new social theories and enables ailing boys who think they are girls. And our military stands down to contemplate unicorns and hobgoblins.
Last week at the Ligonier conference Harry Reeder said, “A cultural revolution is taking place all around you, and it isn’t looking for toleration or for accomodation. It’s looking for capitulation.”
These are the times that try men’s souls. How long , O LORD?
PSALM 13
"How long, O Lord? Will you forget me forever?
How long will you hide your face from me?
How long must I take counsel in my soul and have sorrow in my heart all the day? How long shall my enemy be exalted over me?
Consider and answer me, O Lord my God;
light up my eyes, lest I sleep the sleep of death,
But I have trusted in your steadfast love; my heart shall rejoice in your salvation.
I will sing to the Lord,
because he has dealt bountifully with me."
O Sovereign God, nourish in me the steadfast faith of the Psalmist. Amen.
See you in church.