I’ve written before about my struggle with suicidal thoughts.
The struggle began around the time I left the military in search of a new life and a clear conscience. I’ve yet to find either. I should have stayed in the military formally working for Satan instead of working for him on the American plantation without any honor.
Whenever life brings these thoughts back to the surface, I’m reminded of Edmund Ruffin. He was a rich plantation owner in Virginia who killed himself rather than live in a conquered south.
Can we condemn him too harshly? Look at what southerners have had to do to survive. They’ve had to transform their daughters into harlots and their sons into Yankees and jews. Scarlett O’hara is a great example of a woman with petty vices, transformed into a monster. James’ Basil Ransom in “Bostonians” is another example of a southern man who was forced to flee to New York and transform himself into a Yankee just to make a living. To offer a real life example, the majority of the southern agrarians ended up leaving the south to work in northern universities. I respect Ruffin more than all these characters.
And what does God care for our material circumstances?
The archetypical Christian is the vagrant or bum. They have no property or honor and are as humbled as men can possibly be.
God doesn’t care about property or honor (at least, not our property or our honor). He gave up all of His when He came to Earth. He humiliated Himself on our behalf then washed our feet. So, no, He doesn’t care about the petty dignities of His people. He fed the best of them to the lions, so what can the rest of us expect?
He certainly doesn’t care for material goods, the possession of which are only a hindrance. We have no business expecting wealth or possessions. God has no problem letting His people die of starvation, plague, or persecution; so what right have we to pray for a meal?
Yes – the archetypical Christians are vagrants and bums. Ruffin was too proud to be a Christian.