The Big Squeeze - Macrocosmic Spasm

Every once in a while I get to smirking. This morning I give room and space in my mind for some sarcasm with matching imagery; an orange held in the hand of a person that wants to wring out every drop, is the similitude I am considering. 

Energy sucker

I knew a woman that could pick the ripest citrus fruit, filled with juicy goodness, slice it down the middle, place a half at a time on a juicer, and twist and turn the thing until it was wrung out, leaving a white and orange carcass behind. She was an energy sucker, one of those people that preyed on the kindness of others. She would critique and criticize the "fruit" she saw, and want to devour it at the same time. She would tap into talent, see what use she could make of it, and appropriate it as her own, for her own benefit, all the while the orange, the person she manipulated, twisted and turned, suspected nothing untoward, until of course, they felt a little confused, confounded, and confronted, by the self-serving audacity of the juicer. The Big Squeeze got what she could before moving on to her next bag of fruit, while the oranges were left to peel away the layers of deception they had been subjected to, in order to understand the answers to the questions: What just happened and; How did this happen to me?

Upon reflection, I see the juicer as an infiltrator. She managed to find groups of people, ingratiate herself into the assembly, and then befriend individuals, attempting to make them feel uniquely wonderful, all the while looking to make her way to the centre of the group, with all eyes concentrated on her as leader. Disassembling the leader of the pack behind the scenes was a sneak attack tactic, a way of implying everyone ought to be somewhat suspicious of the person that was in charge, and called the group together in the first place. 

An heart that deviseth wicked imaginations. Feet that be swift in running to mischief. A false witness that speaketh lies, And he that soweth discord among brethren (Proverbs 6:18-19)

This verse, the one you just read, perfectly describes the person I am writing about. When I think about it now, there were two such people that colluded and caused destruction as a tag team, with a sidelines participant that managed to play silent partner. Wicked people are drawn magnetically together, and they unite in their purpose to wreak havoc. They cannot help themselves: snakes slither and hissper, and saints must beware. 

Microcosm

Now, I tell you all this because life, each life, is a microcosm, a mix of the good, the bad, the wicked, the ugly, and the beautiful too. Tender hearted people long to be connected in community, and they are inclined to include and invite others into their personal world and small groups. Every once in a while, someone is bound to enter in that does not belong, and in fact, must be cast out once their duplicity is made evident and clear. This is very hard to do, considering the closeness that may have been established between them and group members ... this is where and when prayer is most beneficial, because God always gives us an out, and he can remove the thorn in our flesh, the trouble maker in our midst. 

Each life is a microcosm of what trouble and tribulation look and feel like, coupled with triumph and trumpet celebration too. If we all held hands and looked into our brother's and sister's eyes, we would see pain there, and perhaps a glimmer of hope? Try to look a liar in the eye: they cannot help but blink and avoid the intense exchange. 

Infiltrators

The world is in the grips of a macrocosmic spasm. Infiltrators are human haters and traitors, betraying trust, duplicitously sneaking and slithering in and out of homes, small and large groups, and squeezing the life force right out of the people they manhandle and manipulate. Like an outrageously gigantic electric orange juicer, all the opportunists are put to good use, twisting and turning truth until they have wrung out every last drop, bastardizing what is good, pure, honest, righteous, kind, merciful, godly. They cannot help themselves, they belong to their daddy the Devil, and the fruit does not fall far from the tree. 

In Canada, and the United States of America, people just voted for the bad fruit to continue to lead the country to destruction. Forgive me my scepticism, dear reader, but at this point, I see cluelessness everywhere I turn, with discernment turned permanently off. 

I will end with what God has to say as the Authority:

My people are destroyed for lack of knowledge: because thou hast rejected knowledge, I will also reject thee, that thou shalt be no priest to me: seeing thou hast forgotten the law of thy God, I will also forget thy children (Hosea 4:6)