In many Eastern cultures, including the one Jesus grew up in, the elderly have traditionally been held
in high esteem. They should be spoken to gently, as Paul instructs the young
church leader Timothy in I Timothy 5:1.
They should be venerated for all the hindsight wisdom gained throughout a long lifetime of experience.
Not so in this glamor-obsessed world. Babylon is always shooting for the burgeoning youth market. All that matters is money. Babylon’s
manifesto: He who dies with the most toys wins!
High-powered professionals bemoan the stresses of office politics.
An ambitious yuppie must take off the mitts and fight dirty to beat others
for juicy promotions, and that’s triply true if she’s a woman, especially if she’s perceived as a nurturing type. Any Christian involved in the business world really does need the
strength and wisdom of God to keep from being sucked into its sordid side.
Once an embattled office exec reports for work she must put on a persona not her own; one aggressive
enough to win the War of Office Politics. For nine whole hours she must suppress her feminine, nurturing side. She must play
Captain Iron Pants to prove she can pilot her own ship, even if she hasn’t gotten that promotion yet. She must treat
all her opponents like ignorant lackeys. She must carry her head higher than anyone else.
If she’s on the short side she must bark louder than all the rest. If
the Top Brass reprimands her she must betray no emotion. She must never, ever
wear her feelings on her sleeve. And above all things, she must minimize her
own shortcomings and maximize those of her colleagues. In the boardroom, she
must be quick to return fire. However bloodied and bruised, she must affect perfect
poise and give no quarter in the fight for dominance.
When Ms. Clout gets home, she takes off her Iron Mask along with her suit jacket and high heels, those
sexist torture racks she’s expected to wear as part of her power struggle to the top. Where did that migraine come from? Maybe she cracked her skull trying to bust through the glass ceiling. Sighing, she
soaks her aching toes in a massage tub, then soothes her computer-glazed eyes with cucumber slices. For just a few hours she
is free to be who she really is. If
only she can remember who or what she once was.
The next morning Ms. Clout puts on her professional face along with her impeccable makeup. If her colors clash the other gals will have her for lunch behind her back. Come to think of it, that seems
to be all those perpetual dieters ever consume_each other. Maybe that other
woman will even get revenge for Ms. Clout’s catty comments about her wardrobe. Why do I have to be such a bitch to get to
the top? she wonders. Even if I do
win this Rat Race, I’m still a rat.
At job interviews, appearance speaks louder than experience.
An interviewee is looked over like a slab of meat, to see if he or she looks the part of an office fixture. Just like an ancient
king might choose the prettiest girls in the land for his harem. If an aspirant is over 40, the odds are stacked against her. All the interviewer notices are cosmetic deficiencies: the prospect’s love handles,
her stray grays, those fine lines around her eyes, her sagging jawline. Older
interviewees are often culled out quickly in favor of kids fresh out of college with far less ability. A typical white-collar
job interview is more like a beauty contest than an objective appraisal of professional skills. And if your face and bod are past their sell-by date, forget it.
Imagine a 45-year-old business exec who knows she’s
competing with girls the age of her youngest daughter. The plum prize: being
head of data systems management. I’d say that’s one cerebral job, but could be performed even by a sharp-witted
80-year-old granny with the know-how.
The nervous interviewee, Thelma, is not only over the hill, she’s afflicted by fly-away frizzies, flat-chest-itis, love handles, and spider veins. Worst of all, she wears glasses. To her horror, at least three bony beauties with flawless faces have just left the interviewer’s
office ahead of her.
Thelma is intellectually gifted. She passed her IT courses with flying colors. She even holds two Master’s Degrees. Why, she could do the job in her sleep. But mentally, she’s chewing her nails. Throughout the interview her interrogator’s eyes rake
over her body. If only Thelma had worn a padded bra. If only she hadn’t dressed the same way she did for her first interview 25 years ago, in a severe
black suit relieved only by tiny pearl earrings. Her competitors looked like
they were aspiring pop stars by comparison. In this laser copy world she sticks out like a sore thumb.
The fact Thelma gives competent replies to all questions pertaining to
job performance is irrelevant. All she can think is: If only my face wasn’t so round.
Better suck in my cheeks. Do I look fat in this? He can see my worry lines. If only I’d worn more concealer.
After all, I’m no spring chicken.
The stiff suit behind the desk seems cold and aloof, even bored and unimpressed with Thelma’s
exhaustive computer prowess. Questions about Thelma’s health follow. Why, I’m fine, she replies. Younger employees in peak physical condition (skinnier) are a better insurance risk, he lets her know.
But he’ll surely call her back and thanks for stopping by.
Of course he never does. Thelma is a victim of both Body
Bigotry and Ageism.
The 20-year-old babe who landed the job barely knows how
to type. She can’t even switch on a computer, but the aging boss likes what he sees.
He assures her she’s got "loads of potential" and time to "grow
into the position".
Why is this mighty kingpin
bestowing such favor upon a beauty queen who can’t even do the job
yet? To make him feel younger, that’s
why. His thinking processes are fired by his hormones, and this sweet young thing had better submit to his subtle bullying
and do her "job", or she’ll be fired.
A corporate kingpin might fear getting the ax because his cosmetic deterioration isn’t "good for
the company image." So intent are modern corporations on maintaining an image of "new blood" that valuable older employees
face an ultimatum_get hair replacement therapy and/or cosmetic surgery (at company expense), or risk being displaced by some
Babylon is beginning to oppress men in ways previously known only to women. All the big action heroes in movies are tall, cool, iron-fisted hunks with bedroom eyes. Those heart-throbs
on TV soaps resemble Greek gods. These stereotypes feed satan’s lie that
it’s not OK to be what God made you.
In the business world, people must "sell themselves" to attain to the "good life", much like slaves
in an ancient marketplace would strive to "sell themselves" to benevolent-looking
masters who might save them from having to work in some salt mine.
Ancient slave girls were often compelled to wear their hair short, lest their beauty surpass that of
their mistresses. Their austere garments also reflected their subservience. To show submissiveness toward superiors, women feel pressured to cut their hair for
job interviews. Though if you choose to wear your hair longer and take proper care of it, it is a thing of
beauty. When hair of whatever length is worn by a woman to reflect her femininity it even enhances her spirituality. It is given
by God to a woman to serve as a covering (I Cor. 11:15).
Women also feel obligated to wear high heels when interviewing for a well-paid job. That is sex discrimination,
plain and simple. Men don’t have to suffer in those torture racks. Face it. Any heel higher than an inch or two throws
the body off balance and is bound to cause corns, bunions, or hammertoes. Obligatory short hair and high heels is all about
sacrificing individuality and comfort to gratify the moneyed Establishment.
Standardized appearance, not ability or intelligence, seems to be nine-tenths of what it takes to land
a plum job in Babylon’s meat market, rather than being relegated to some factory or burger emporium. And there’s money to be made from forcing everyone to look the same.
Barring premature death, everyone ages. People are browbeaten by fear
of cosmetic flaws and intimidated by work colleagues over this, even by their own boob tubes at home. Babylon’s insatiable appetite for money drives multitudes of insecure people to cast their dollars
into the illusory Fountain of Youth, to avoid being picked over by imperious bigwigs who restrict the little guy’s right
to self-esteem; tinpot tyrants who hold his hopes of material affluence in their hands. Babylon sure has warped the psyche
Institutionalized Ethnic Prejudice
Reportedly, black or Asian people are much more likely to be pulled over by traffic cops than white
blonds in business attire. People with dark features wearing colorful attire get more scrutiny at airports than a blond in
a business suit. So if you want to get through security quickly, wear your hair
in a blond butch and look like you’re on your way to Wall Street!
Prejudice works both ways. Many blonds rightly resent being
stereotyped by interviewers. Beautiful women worry that once their looks fade, no one will want to love them or even hire
them. In the mad rush for mass conformity, people’s interior treasures are disregarded, and their human dignity is denigrated.
For all the fancy talk about equality, the stereotypical WASP still holds the monopoly on "respectability"
in this warped world. Suits and ties+blue eyes+ short (preferably blonde) hair+a
briefcase and cell phone=saintliness. Despite the fact the world’s vilest criminals masquerade as the good guy by wearing
sharp suits. So they get away with it. After all, they’re a cut above the
throwaway peasants they exploit in the Third World. Just a glut of Third World slaves dying from squalor and hunger as their countries are bombed and plundered
by the Multi-national Imperialist bullies pulling the strings of puppet governments.
God’s Kind of Man
King David knew what it felt like to be picked over. Highly gifted in music and poetry, this deeply devout man became ancient Israel’s
Any Hollywood talent scout would have ignored him. Why? David was extremely intelligent, and was wholesomely handsome. But he was no towering Terminator. Compared to his elder brothers, he was small of stature, and probably
slight of build. He was weighed in the scales of human prejudice and found wanting. In II Samuel 24:1-7 David sneaked up on
his worst adversary without being heard. A big, muscle-bound beefcake never could
have done that.
David’s long road to the throne began as a boy in Bethlehem.
He spent long days and nights out in the open air tending his father’s sheep.
A humble, common, everyday task, performed by lots of boys in the ancient Near East.
The one who dirties his hands plugging away at the same unglamorous tasks day-in-and-day-out is often belittled by
those who have "made it" in life. But by ministering to those dull, sleepy-eyed
sheep, David was learning faithfulness to duty and courage, traits seldom acquired by rich celebs who open doors with just
a smile. In I Samuel 17: 34-36, David
tells King Saul of his battles with wild animals who attacked his flock.
David was no sumo wrestler, but His God was big enough to give him the victory and terminate Goliath.
The believer in Christ meekly accepts that God alone is his Strength and glories in the Lord.
Some time before that fateful encounter with Saul, David’s father Jesse had gotten a surprise
visit from the prophet Samuel. God was going to replace Saul, who didn’t
like taking orders from God. Samuel was to anoint a new king from among Jesse’s
It never occurred to Jesse to invite David to the interview. Seven sons of Jesse filed past Samuel, one by one.
I Samuel 16: 6-7 gives one of the greatest insights into how God evaluates us as individuals: When they had assembled, Samuel looked at Eliab and thought, Surely the man standing here in the Lord’s Presence
is the one He has chosen.
But the Lord said to Samuel:
Pay no attention to his good looks or his tall stature, for I have disqualified him;
for I do not see people as man does. Man looks on the outward appearance,
but the Lord looks on the heart.
David was Jesse’s youngest, smallest son. Most likely
that’s why he wasn’t called in from the pasture, and the sheep placed in the care of a servant in his absence. Only after all the other seven candidates had been rejected did Samuel ask Jesse: "Are all your sons here?"
Sheepishly, Jesse acknowledged David’s existence. He
was summarily sent for. Verse 12 says of David: He was a handsome, healthy young man, with beautiful eyes. If your
heart is attune with God, it will show in your eyes, for the eyes are the window of the soul.
In like manner, you will see the rancor of the devil in the face of the bully.
The Lord commanded Samuel to anoint David with oil, as all new kings were. From that day forward, the Oil of the Holy Spirit’s Presence rested upon David’s life in a
Hollywood profits from the perpetual myth of the muscle-bound commando who can kick-box his way through
a gauntlet of armed thugs in rapid-clip time, then mow down a fleet of bombers with an AK-47, escaping with barely a ruffled
hair. Frustrated by its own inadequacy, the warped human psyche lives vicariously through the trendiest super- hero. Real-life actors on the stage of life are expected to at least look like warrior princesses
or bedroom hunks, and to wear an air of pushy bravado. It’s the transparent
person who cannot mask the hurt in his eyes, the person who’s inept at playing society’s perverse little games
who often ends up as a victim in this cutthroat world.
Through many lonely days of political persecution and exile, through many bitter battles, and even as
he endured the treachery of phony friends, David’s confidence rested only in the Lord.
He didn’t rest on his laurels as a war hero or boast that he was unsinkable. Many of David’s most anguished
prayers are recorded in the Book of Psalms. In chapter 25, verses 1-2 David pleads
with God: I Lift up my soul unto You, O Lord. I’ve put my trust in You. Please don’t let my enemies put
me to shame. In time, the Lord exalted His faithful
servant to rule over all Israel, and gave him rest round about from all his enemies
(II Samuel 7:1). David’s life was pleasing to God because he thirsted
continually for the Lord’s fellowship, even as a deer longs for a brook of fresh water (see Psalms 42:1-2). In spite of David’s human shortcomings, he
was a God-centered man. This desire of his heart to maintain a close walk with his God was the standard by which all other
kings of his dynasty would be judged.
God was so pleased with David’s reign that He chose him to be an ancestor of His Son Jesus Christ,
Whose Kingdom shall never end. In Revelation
21:16, He speaks in vision to the apostle John saying: I am the Root and Offspring of David, and the bright Morning Star.
David the man of great spiritual stature will once again rule over all twelve tribes of Israel during
Christ’s glorious Kingdom Age. Along with all other redeemed saints, he
will be resurrected to once again execute the will of God in this earth (see Hosea
3:5; Jeremiah 30:9; Ezekiel 34:23-24). Under David, the twelve apostles
will rule over one tribe each (Matthew 19:28; Luke 22: 28-30). All will rule under Christ the King, the Supreme Potentate over all the earth.
Throughout the time I worked on my special novel, and even now,
a special sense of the Presence and peace of God rests upon me. As I concluded
this work, a profound assurance swept through my soul on a wave of joy: You also shall reign with Me. I had known already that
the saints shall reign with Christ, having received this Scriptural teaching from various Full Gospel churches. Now this truth
is as real to me as the blood flowing through my veins.
What does this have to do with to the subject of bullying?
Everything. This divine revelation has greatly remedied the residual effects
left in my soul by years of bullying as a child, as well as later trauma I suffered from the betrayal of false friends. Although I don’t affect the mannerisms of royalty, or have much money, I’m
a princess in the eyes of my Heavenly Father, Who has promised me a position in His coming Kingdom Age. And I won’t have to grow aggressive claws, chop off my hair or don masculine clothing in order to
qualify for this job, as women seeking prestigious careers in today’s Establishment
are expected to do!
Truly, the truth will set you free. Often there are many
chains binding us from the past, and they must be cut loose from us one by one. What
a wonderful reward is in store for all who truly own Christ as Lord in this world. Those
who overcome the downward pull of this present evil dispensation, and let Christ live His loving Life through them shall reign
with Him forever (Revelation 3:21).
Bullies have the opposite mindset. They like this world
just the way it is. It’s the biggest and toughest who get the respect. The devil is lord of the bully. Bullies
battle even among themselves to establish the pecking order in the gang, just like wild dogs fight it out till the losers
tuck tail and slink away. The weaker ones, the subordinate bullies, serve the
dominant bully as their king. These fawning friends cower in the shadow of their
lord’s brutality, their hero-worship of him mingled with fear of falling out of his favor and ending up as victims themselves.
Even the affection the bully seems to have for his friends is really thinly veiled intimidation. False love is a self-centered fixation on another person whose values are essentially
your own. A bully’s “friend” is
only a servile automaton who has renounced the right to his own soul. He is a captive of satan. He feels like the dominant bully owns him, and he must
sacrifice his own identity and view the world only through his master’s eyes.
A dominant bully’s “buddies” must always dance to his tune, or he ends up turning
on them. They are merely his “yes-men”, slaves to salve his own insatiable
ego. A loud-mouthed bully is the despot of his own little domain. He is worshipped
for his swaggering machismo and shiny toys. But deep down, he knows that he lacks
enduring qualities as a person, and hates to be shown up for the shallow, insecure being he really is. In order to appease the dominant bully, his lackey discards every vestige of human decency. He may not even dislike his victim. But in order to save his
own skin, or receive praises from his overlord, he’ll shove a disabled kid down the stairs, or ridicule someone in a
tragic situation. This is an example of the cowardice which ends in horrific punishment
in the world to come (see Revelation 21:8).
The bully calls his victim a loser. But he will end up
the biggest loser of all.
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Psalms 57:20: But the wicked are like the troubled sea, when it cannot rest, whose waters cast up mire
Ezekiel 8:18: Therefore will I also deal in fury: mine eye shall not spare, neither will I have pity:
and though they cry in mine eyes with a loud voice, yet will I not hear them.
Matt.13:41: The Son of Man shall send forth his angels, and they shall gather out of his kingdom all
things that offend, and them which do iniquity (commit wickedness);
VERSE 42: And shall cast them into a furnace of fire: there shall be weeping and gnashing of teeth.
Rev.14:10: The same shall drink of the wine of the wrath of God; which is poured out without mixture
into the cup of his indignation (wrath); and he shall be tormented with fire and brimstone in the presence of the holy angels,
and in the presence of the Lamb.
First Seek Christ’s Beauty
Ecclesiastes 3:11; Proverbs
31:30; Galatians 3:26-29
This new gospel so popular with earthly-minded saints centers around outward glories, which by their
very nature, will fade away. Many are using Me to obtain things which could augment
their status in society or make their lives more luxurious, rather than seeking after the eternal riches of My Kingdom.
In Old Testament Tabernacle worship, there was an outer court ministry as well as an inner court course of service. Both were necessary, but
the Inner Place of My Presence where I meet with you is so much more glorious. Many
are content to linger only on the outer perimeter of fellowship with Me, deriving whatever transitory benefits they can from
their materialistic faith.
Much more emphasis was placed on external form in the Old
Testament Scriptures, for the outer glory was but a picture of spiritual realities
to come. There were numerous places where a person is described as being comely in appearance, in conjunction with desirable inner qualities. David was handsome, as well as courageous and pious. Abigail
was beautiful, as well as sensible and wise. Absalom was the handsomest man in Israel, but he nursed ugly hatred in his heart
toward his own father, David, and plotted to kill him. Absalom did not possess
the beauty of spirit David manifested toward Me.
Today, many value only exterior attributes in themselves
and others. Thus, New Testament believers are measured by Old Testament standards. In the New Testament, individual characters must move into the background and give the glory to Christ the Lord. He alone is to receive exaltation for His inherent virtues. Nothing
thrills My Father-heart more than to see one of My children developing more and more into His likeness. That should be the goal of every Spirit-filled believer, for there is no higher calling.
I don’t sanction even “Christian” beauty pageants. Such contests are immodest, self-glorifying
vanity. In the Old Testament, there were times when physical beauty was a prerequisite for fulfilling one’s purpose in life, as when Esther was selected as Queen
of Persia. In My providence, this put her in a position to help save My people
Israel from total massacre. The wives of the Patriarchs were selected largely
on the basis of natural comeliness. One exception was Leah, the first wife of Jacob.
Jacob looked only on her outward appearance, and would not have married her, had he not been tricked into doing so. Yet it was she who was the matriarch of the Royal tribe of Judah, from which I originated.
It was prophesied of Judah that he would be the one praised by his brethren. It
is the beauty of the Rose of Sharon which constitutes the true comeliness of a believer.
Many a godly, Spirit-anointed woman has been discouraged from active ministry because she was not deemed attractive enough to represent
Me! But nowhere in the New Testament is any individual saint commended or rewarded for being outwardly beautiful. Nowhere
in the New Testament is any mortal human’s physical beauty, gorgeous attire or lovely jewelry commented on, much less
praised. The ground in front of the Cross is level, and all My children, affluent and poor alike, are accepted by Me on equal
terms. My Son is seeking out a people who are willing to receive of His beauty and reflect
it daily in their lives. He has comely people,
plain people, short and tall, old and young, rich and poor, great and
small, who delight in Him. He sees no difference, for all are joined to Him in
one Spirit. It is only carnal-minded saints who insist on creating a difference
and rebuilding old barriers which I have torn down.