I wake often at 3:00 AM in a state of intense misery, feeling as though the best thing would probably be to die soon, and telling God that would be OK with me.
I still laugh at comedy, chuckle at the antics of the dog, rejoice in the innocent inadvertent penetrating insights of the grandchildren, partake the peace of the garden and of the sky, wonder at the day’s anamnetic discoveries and revelations of philosophy and theology, lose myself ecstatically in sublime music, and so forth.
It made me wonder this: if, as seems evident, the assault in 2020 from all sides on every institution and organ of Christendom is demonically coordinated and intensified, and has been approaching some sort of climax, then is it not likely that many devout Christians – especially those of us who, like all orthosphereans, are *publicly* devout, and so act as evangelists, missionaries, or apologists – are suffering particularly acute demonic oppression?
In ancient Israel, angels were understood to be the shepherds of men; in parables, the shepherd then is an angel, the sheep his human flock.