Quiet

Be vewy vwey quiet.  I'm hunting wabbits.  Elmer Fudd's immortal quote usually spoken to Bugs Bunny himself.  We won't go into what lies behind this, though Fudd is the usual nickname given hunters who don't think they are in 2A danger.  Evil thrives as a result. 

There is and has always been bombast.  And in the affairs of people we stand and declare Liberty loudly.  We fight and on most levels it is not still and quiet.  But there is a spiritual aspect to what goes on.

I agree with Herschel Smith about the young Bolsheviks.  Their religion is collectivism and their god is the state.  It has always been so.  Since long before Marx/communism stained the earth, people have worshipped kings and emperors and their edicts in lieu of god.

God, great mystery, moves in mysterious ways.  Usually quiet ways.  Sometimes there is a flash in the pan such as parting a sea or angels announcing Jesus' birth.  But mostly it's day by day events wending their way through life. 

Notice the announcement was to shepherds and might have only been noticed as a literal flash otherwise.  Others who followed Light knew and followed.  Events, both good and evil unfolded in rather daily ways.

So it was that fateful week in Jerusalem. 

Hailed as a king, Jesus entered to accolades.  Less than a week later he was beaten and crucified after a kangaroo court indicted him and found him guilty.

Btw, the Jews as a people didn't kill him.  It was pressure from religious leaders who only had what they perceived as self interest to motivate them.  They then pressured the Roman government which subsequently executed him.

As for the crowds, it was doubtless mixed.  The Pharisees egged many on.  But there were good people who advocated mercy.  Crowd psychology is not a new thing.

The loudest thing that week after his entry was his condemnation.  Whip up emotion to indict to ban to bend the will of the people.  Quickly before cooler head could prevail, eliminate the problem obstructing or threatening the status quo.  The dust off the hands and feet, thinking it was done.

Beware to those who think God is in their pockets.  It is the other way round.

As for quiet, well their was an odd dialog on the Cross.  Then a storm and earthquake.  Then the body was entombed.  Quiet.

Roman guards doubtless had some recreational wine to kill the boredom and weirdness to them of guarding a tomb.  Sleep.

What happened inside?  We can only surmise.

Was there a flash, energy popping as Jesus rose?  Or was it just quiet energy as he exited a quietly rolled away stone?

His first appearance was to Mary Magdalene.  She first thought he was just a gardener, then saw him as he truly was.

Quiet morning and subsequent appearances.  Chitchatting about what to do and what was to come.

Then that rising up.  Was it simply Light maybe a whoosh?  Well we believe it happened.

Later converts such as Paul had flashes and tumbles.  Anyway there was stillness after.  Some people need a bit more kick in the pants than others.

Contemplate quietly what it all means.  It is up to you.