Iniquity (lawlessness) is abounding and the love of many, or some of us, is growing cold as a result. (Matthew 24)
A policeman killed a black man during an arrest, the policeman has been charged witn murder and others with him charged with aiding and abetting and you'd think that would be justice enough but instead we're getting riots, arson, vandalism, looting supposedly on behalf of the black man George Floyd. There have been some peaceful protests too but they are being used to launch the violence.
The incident has been called racism though there is no evidence that it was racism. Police brutality yes but not necessarily racism. Yet it's being made into the usual accusation of "systemic racism in America" justifying the wanton destruction of property and killing of police. An opinion piece in the Wall Street Journal a couple days ago by Heather McDonald makes the case that there is no systemic racism in the country. And this morning I saw a You Tube video made by Candace Owens objecting to the celebration of a black criminal as a hero for the black community. No he should certainly not have died the way he did, everyone agrees on that, but he is no hero and she spells out his long list of crimes for which he spent time in prison.
The nation has been economically damaged by the COVID-19 lockdown and now the destruction of the same busihnesses that had suffered for that reason may be the knockout punch from which America will not recover.
But I don't want to spend a lot of time on this, just want to sketch it out. It's just the latest manifestation of this fallen world though a very severe one, and possibly one of the last before Jesus comes back. I can hope anyway.
Unfortunately I'm rather a hothead. It's hard for me to stay calm when evil is called good and good evil (Isaiah 5:20), when criminals are made into heroes while the police are murdered and blamed for it all. Iniquity is abounding and I have no love left.
So I need to do somethig to try to recover it. Tune out the news for a while if I can, pray a lot.
