Going through Romans, it’s impossible to miss the fact that there’s a word Paul frequently uses that is nearly completely missing from modern parlance: edification.
We are meant to build each other up, morally and physically. That doesn’t mean being nice to each other or politeness, but making each other stronger. Which is the act that outwardly justifies brotherly love.
If you actually care for someone enough to want the best for them, you don’t idly sit by and watch them wallow where they are. You encourage them to be the best version of themselves they can be.
That’s edification. And it’s very telling to me that it’s almost gone from our vocabulary. I recommend thinking about whether you’re edifying the people around you or not. And if you aren’t, try to pay attention for opportunities when you could, and act on them. You’ll feel better too, for fulfilling God’s commands which were given to edify us.
I found a funny satire Substack. His lastest is a conversation between a Secretary of State and his Election Fraud Team:
A #noagenda story which strikes home.
The shooter discussed was a former VIX trader with a trading firm called Volant. The VIX pit was near the SPX pit at CBOE, and I used to see the guy around the exchange. A few of my coworkers knew him well, a seemingly normal guy.
Here's part of his manifesto where he talks about visiting the exchange in 2018, after he had left the pit to trade off-floor.
The PTR brokers called out by name were contacted by police about it yesterday.
I vow to thee, my country, all earthly things above,
Entire and whole and perfect, the service of my love;
The love that asks no question, the love that stands the test,
That lays upon the altar the dearest and the best;
The love that never falters, the love that pays the price,
The love that makes undaunted the final sacrifice.
And there's another country, I've heard of long ago,
Most dear to them that love her, most great to them that know;
We may not count her armies, we may not see her King;
Her fortress is a faithful heart, her pride is suffering;
And soul by soul and silently her shining bounds increase,
And her ways are ways of gentleness, and all her paths are peace.
Lord, I ain't seen my baby since a-nigh on a week
Gotta get drunk, man, so I can't even speak
Gonna get high, man, listen to me
One drink ain't enough, Jack, you better make it three
Gonna get drunk, I'm gonna make it real clear
I want one bourbon, one scotch, and one beer
One bourbon, one scotch, one beer
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