History consists of a long series of attempts to achieve what seemed to someone’s imagination and plans to be a “better world”, but which often involved revolution, war and mayhem…


Mankind never actually succeeds in achieving perpetual happiness for anyone, let alone everyone. But with human nature being as it is, many people are certain that they can lead us to that magical and mythical utopia.

Twenty and twenty-first century radicalism as studied by the likes of President Obama and Hillary Clinton* aspires to something seductively labelled “fundamental change”, among other things. The radicalism of such groups as Antifa aims to achieve its ends in any way possible including violence if necessary, in order to eventually end up with the kind of world radicals desire. Millions of those flocking to Western shores with the aid of globalists and radicals seeking upheaval, and well-meaning but blinkered politicians, are bringing with them their own distinct and extreme idea of utopia which is in total opposition to the founding ideas of freedom they’re invading.

Those seeking fundamental change have no regard for traditional views of right or wrong, or any fixed notion of such things. In fact, they work to dismantle or destroy traditional views of right or wrong. Since we evolved out of the slime, most radical adherents believe, there is no God to answer to, or if there is, he/ she is such a cool dude that he wants us to do what we want to do anyway. We determine what’s right or wrong, in their minds. When I say “we” I mean those who agree with radical ideology get to choose. The rest of us-those who disagree-don’t deserve to choose, because we’re “bigoted”, “racist”, “ignorant”, “homophobic” and so on, ad-nauseam. Please don’t think I mean to say that only leftist radicals are guilty and the rest of us innocent: we all hold to some degree of faulty thinking.


In that above series of accusations which we’ve all heard many times in recent months, and in other similar derogatory labels, are attempts to blame someone-anyone- for the fact that we as a nation, as a race and as individuals haven’t arrived at the desired place of bliss and wholeness. And even if we aren’t among those who stoop to such attacks in blind hypocrisy, we all indulge in the same blame game. Husbands blame wives, wives blame husbands, kids blame parents, parents blame kids, voters blame politicians, politicians blame each other…and so it goes on. Someone else is always to blame, and in the dark world of politics there’s always someone at or near the top to blame for our problems.

Every politician attempts to ride to glory on the promise of “change”. Why is the idea of change so appealing to so many people when it comes to election time? The nicest, most constructive answer, and the ultimate answer to that question is that we as humans, having strayed far from our Creator and his ways, are attempting to bring happiness and fulfillment to our lives without Him.

Have you ever taken a wrong turn in your car somewhere, and continuing on, you find that the road you’re on gets smaller, bumpier, more remote, and more distant from your destination? That’s where the human race is now. We’re all on roads which lead the wrong way: away from our God. I’m not talking about failing to be “religious”, I’m talking about failing to seek our Almighty, Holy God.

For many people the contrary route is the chosen and preferred route. People are intentionally heading away from God, because they’re certain they’ll be better off. But  the road gets rougher, and narrower, and dirtier. It begins to wind around some tricky ledges and over some rocky passes, further into the uncertain and uncharted wilds, while the sky gets darker and darker. At the end of the road is…the end of the road.

“There is no peace,” says the LORD, “for the wicked.” (Isaiah 48:22 ESV).

‘Peace, peace,’ they say, when there is no peace (Jeremiah 6:14).

But the wicked are like the tossing sea, which cannot rest, whose waves cast up mire and mud (Isaiah 57:20 NIV).






I’m writing to you from my bed today…

No, I’m not ill, but when I attempted to get out of bed this-morning the “Start the Day” software prompted me to enter my “Get out of Bed” password, but I couldn’t remember it, and it wouldn’t let the sheets roll back.

I couldn’t remember the password because yesterday the software demanded that I select a new one, one with at least 36 characters including 16 symbols recognized by the Start the Day software as being “uncommon”, nine characters in both lower and upper case from at least three different oriental languages, and eight numbers whose product has a square root greater than five thousand but less than seventeen thousand and twenty-three.

The other day I was talking to someone at work about the state of our world, and I asked him what his ideal world would look like: how would things be in that hypothetical world of his making? (Have you ever tried to imagine a world with no hypothetical situations?). Being a gamer, and an extremely cynical kind of person too, his answer involved the hunting down and eradication of ninety-nine percent of the population of the planet, and the conversion of all remaining persons to the state of cyborg-including himself.

The discussion made me realize that I no longer had an idyllic world in my mind to play with. Oh, I believe in a heaven as surely as I believe in the earth, but for my unbelieving colleague, that’s “cheating” and irrelevant: it had to be a world where God either didn’t come into the equation, or where He had not yet intervened to bring about His own idyllic society.

I remember I had a dream world in my mind when I was a teenager and in my early twenties. It involved-I have to admit with some feeling of guilt and shame-the complete absence of human beings, apart from my one “true” lover, the girl who would bring me joy and fulfillment for all eternity. Not that everyone else had been “eradicated” by me or by anyone else-they just “weren’t there”.

Well, many years of reality has faded that little vision to the point of extinction. So, what would my utopia look like now?

Any efforts I may make to imagine a perfect world is hampered and clouded by the realization (and this is my thought but I’m sure I’m not the first to define it this way) that one man’s utopia is another man’s dystopia. Whatever may fit your perfect world may be an intense irritation to me. If you have your “great music” played at high volume everywhere in your world, I may just want to destroy that sound system at the earliest possible moment. My perfect scenery and urban layout may be hideously ugly to you. The Muslims would be fighting everyone else (sound familiar?); those attempting to meditate would be unhappy with the guys revving up their hot-rods, and dog lovers would be perpetually at odds with the cat lovers.

I have to say that I’m probably in the totally opposite camp to the humanist who believes that human nature is fundamentally good, and that given the right circumstances, people will come through to produce the kind of world we would all like to see. I can’t help popping that particular hypothetical bubble in no time at all with a multitude of realities, one insurmountable one being my own experience and observation of human nature. And my experience only agrees and confirms the very clear message of the Bible, which is that:

“The heart is deceitful above all things, and desperately wicked: who can know it?” (Jeremiah 17:9 KJV).

The need for ridiculously long passwords is only one of the multitude of evidences in support of the Bible’s teaching that we humans are incapable of saving ourselves from ourselves. We need someone bigger than our human nature. We need someone who isn’t plagued with fallen human nature, we need someone with much more power and imagination than we have, and we need someone who has a much greater utopia in mind than our own. We need Jesus Christ.