Luke 21: 1=19, on the Second Sunday after All Saints Day, 25th Sunday of Trinity

1And he looked up, and saw the rich men casting their gifts into the treasury.

2And he saw also a certain poor widow casting in thither two mites.

3And he said, Of a truth I say unto you, that this poor widow hath cast in more than they all:

4For all these have of their abundance cast in unto the offerings of God: but she of her penury hath cast in all the living that she had.

5And as some spake of the temple, how it was adorned with goodly stones and gifts, he said,

6As for these things which ye behold, the days will come, in the which there shall not be left one stone upon another, that shall not be thrown down.

7And they asked him, saying, Master, but when shall these things be? and what sign will there be when these things shall come to pass?

8And he said, Take heed that ye be not deceived: for many shall come in my name, saying, I am Christ; and the time draweth near: go ye not therefore after them.

9But when ye shall hear of wars and commotions, be not terrified: for these things must first come to pass; but the end is not by and by.

10Then said he unto them, Nation shall rise against nation, and kingdom against kingdom:

11And great earthquakes shall be in divers places, and famines, and pestilences; and fearful sights and great signs shall there be from heaven.

12But before all these, they shall lay their hands on you, and persecute you, delivering you up to the synagogues, and into prisons, being brought before kings and rulers for my name’s sake.

13And it shall turn to you for a testimony.

14Settle it therefore in your hearts, not to meditate before what ye shall answer:

15For I will give you a mouth and wisdom, which all your adversaries shall not be able to gainsay nor resist.

16And ye shall be betrayed both by parents, and brethren, and kinsfolks, and friends; and some of you shall they cause to be put to death.

17And ye shall be hated of all men for my name’s sake.

18But there shall not an hair of your head perish.

19In your patience possess ye your souls.

On Sunday morning before Church, Elena said to me as if it were a dream, and it probably was, might well have been a dream since Elena Kourembana Lincoln, remains in Texas, with no intention of coming to California, “So do a lot of people still really hate you?”  It was apropos of absolutely nothing, except the Gospel and the Reverend Barry Taylor’s sermon.

The truth of course is that I do occasionally realize that I am indeed hated by people whom I have never met and who have left their indelibly hateful tracks all around various random spots around the internet.  I am happy to say that, so far as I know, I am not very widely hated (if at all) for what I am doing now (fighting for legal reform relating to mortgage foreclosure and eviction law and procedure in California) so much as for what I have done in the past, namely siding with Dr. Orly Taitz in her poorly designed and much more poorly executed litigation to question the President’s Constitutional Eligibility to serve in the White House.

I apologize to all the Patriots of the United States and anticommunists of the world that I had only enough influence on Orly to format streamline her pleadings to the point that the would actually be filed and not merely blocked by the Clerk for unrecognizable format or other basic problems. She never once allowed me to influence her basic reckless strategy or wanton ideological rampage against the rules, the law, and the facts.

If Obama were indeed born in Mombasa, he has in large part Orly to thank for the fact that no Court would ever look into the fact.  With more time and more diligence, I think it would have been possible to frame an actionable case—but Orly had no patience for such things.  I apologize to all of Orly’s supporters who believed in her that I could not make her listen to anything about law or legal procedure.  I think she really wanted to lose.  I really do.  She did not want to think or examine or analyze.  Like the Goddess Inanna’s raging Bull of Heaven, Orly wanted to crash into the judicial china shops of Uruk and Sumer  (U.S.?) and so she was gored, not once but several times.   I apologize that it seems, in retrospect, that I was only an enabler of a disaster and could never take charge to modify or mitigate it—of course, she WAS the licensed attorney as between us, and so HERS was by law required to be the final decision, wasn’t it?  Most of my foreign, non-American born or resident, friends shake their heads and marvel at the stupidity of the American people in electing such a shallow figurehead (ok, that applied and still applies equally to George W. Bush and Barack H. Obama—two peas in a pod, as it were) and, as it were, adorning the White House with a mere postage stamp for change when only change of the most Radical and Fundamental nature could ever serve to save this country from doom.

But the irrational hatred of people who stand for the Establishment is, in essence, what Christ tells the very first Saints, the original 12 Apostles, to expect and tolerate throughout their lives.  (see also the Reverend Gabri Ferrer’s November 7 “All Saints”):Sermon:

The Companion Old Testament Reading on November 14th was Isaiah 65:

Isaiah 65

1I am sought of them that asked not for me; I am found of them that sought me not: I said, Behold me, behold me, unto a nation that was not called by my name.

2I have spread out my hands all the day unto a rebellious people, which walketh in a way that was not good, after their own thoughts;

3A people that provoketh me to anger continually to my face; that sacrificeth in gardens, and burneth incense upon altars of brick;

4Which remain among the graves, and lodge in the monuments, which eat swine’s flesh, and broth of abominable things is in their vessels;

5Which say, Stand by thyself, come not near to me; for I am holier than thou. These are a smoke in my nose, a fire that burneth all the day.

6Behold, it is written before me: I will not keep silence, but will recompense, even recompense into their bosom,

7Your iniquities, and the iniquities of your fathers together, saith the LORD, which have burned incense upon the mountains, and blasphemed me upon the hills: therefore will I measure their former work into their bosom.

8Thus saith the LORD, As the new wine is found in the cluster, and one saith, Destroy it not; for a blessing is in it: so will I do for my servants’ sakes, that I may not destroy them all.

9And I will bring forth a seed out of Jacob, and out of Judah an inheritor of my mountains: and mine elect shall inherit it, and my servants shall dwell there.

10And Sharon shall be a fold of flocks, and the valley of Achor a place for the herds to lie down in, for my people that have sought me.

11But ye are they that forsake the LORD, that forget my holy mountain, that prepare a table for that troop, and that furnish the drink offering unto that number.

12Therefore will I number you to the sword, and ye shall all bow down to the slaughter: because when I called, ye did not answer; when I spake, ye did not hear; but did evil before mine eyes, and did choose that wherein I delighted not.

13Therefore thus saith the Lord GOD, Behold, my servants shall eat, but ye shall be hungry: behold, my servants shall drink, but ye shall be thirsty: behold, my servants shall rejoice, but ye shall be ashamed:

14Behold, my servants shall sing for joy of heart, but ye shall cry for sorrow of heart, and shall howl for vexation of spirit.

15And ye shall leave your name for a curse unto my chosen: for the Lord GOD shall slay thee, and call his servants by another name:

16That he who blesseth himself in the earth shall bless himself in the God of truth; and he that sweareth in the earth shall swear by the God of truth; because the former troubles are forgotten, and because they are hid from mine eyes.

17For, behold, I create new heavens and a new earth: and the former shall not be remembered, nor come into mind.

18But be ye glad and rejoice for ever in that which I create: for, behold, I create Jerusalem a rejoicing, and her people a joy.

19And I will rejoice in Jerusalem, and joy in my people: and the voice of weeping shall be no more heard in her, nor the voice of crying.

20There shall be no more thence an infant of days, nor an old man that hath not filled his days: for the child shall die an hundred years old; but the sinner being an hundred years old shall be accursed.

21And they shall build houses, and inhabit them; and they shall plant vineyards, and eat the fruit of them.

22They shall not build, and another inhabit; they shall not plant, and another eat: for as the days of a tree are the days of my people, and mine elect shall long enjoy the work of their hands.

23They shall not labour in vain, nor bring forth for trouble; for they are the seed of the blessed of the LORD, and their offspring with them.

24And it shall come to pass, that before they call, I will answer; and while they are yet speaking, I will hear.

25The wolf and the lamb shall feed together, and the lion shall eat straw like the bullock: and dust shall be the serpent’s meat. They shall not hurt nor destroy in all my holy mountain, saith the LORD.

It is ultimately the Hope of Justice at the end that keeps us going.  I can only hope that the little snakes who write venomous nonsense about me and my life and my work on the internet will end up “biting the dust” as it were, and being tossed like the carcasses of unwanted vermin on the rubbish heap of history, but I also realize that, like Christ’s followers throughout time, I, along with many hundreds of thousands of others, may face betrayal, judgment, persecution, and death at the hands and in the Courts of this nation for the sake of that ultimate truth and that final justice.

As my mother taught me from a very early age, Isaiah is the book of the Old Testament that most perfectly prophesies the coming of Christ in the New Testament, not because of anything more specific than this precise metaphor: that to those who have endured much suffering and persecution will final peace and victory be granted.   And as my mother’s father, my grandfather, taught me from that same early age, life is a constant journey through the jungle with a machete, cutting, and cutting and cutting and the wild vegetation that always grows back so quickly—the chaos that will not yield to our desires or needs for a straight path.  My mother showed me how to read the Book and my Grandparents taught me the virtues of persistence, and at this time of year all of us sang together what to me is the greatest of all the hymns of our Church, the Church Militant, SINE NOMINE, 1982 Hymnal 287:

1. For all the saints who from their labors rest,
        Who Thee by faith before the world confess,
        Thy name, O Jesus, be forever blest,
        Alleluia! Alleluia!

        2. Thou wast their Rock, their Fortress, and their Might;
        Thou, Lord, their Captain in the well-fought fight;
        Thou, in the darkness drear, their one true Light.
        Alleluia! Alleluia!

        3. Oh, may Thy soldiers, faithful, true and bold,
        Fight as the saints who nobly fought of old
        And win with them the victor's crown of gold.
        Alleluia! Alleluia!

        4. O blest communion, fellowship divine,
        We feebly struggle, they in glory shine;
        Yet all are one in Thee, for all are Thine.
        Alleluia! Alleluia!

        5. And when the fight is fierce, the warfare long,
        Steals on the ear the distant triumph song,
        And hearts are brave again, and arms are strong.
        Alleluia! Alleluia!

        6. But, lo, there breaks a yet more glorious day;
        The saints triumphant rise in bright array;
        The King of Glory passes on His way.
        Alleluia! Alleluia!

        7. From earth's wide bounds, from ocean's farthest coast,
        Through gates of pearl streams in the countless host,
        Singing to Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
        Alleluia! Alleluia!

        8. The golden evening brightens in the west;
        Soon, soon, to faithful warriors cometh rest.
        Sweet is the calm of Paradise the blest.
        Alleluia! Alleluia!

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