Ambiguity

As I grow older, and hopefully, wiser, I begin to understand not only my loves, but it seems that the things that I detest grows more and more abhorrent as well. In my youth (haha) it seemed that a certain level of ambiguity was admissible, even encouraged in order to foster some correct-minded tolerance as we age. But, more and more I'm starting to understand that although this is a noble ideal, its questionable as it can easily turn into simple compromises of thought, the compromises of belief, compromises of action, and finally, compromises of faith. Maybe it is my environment, where such open-mindedness is a prerequisite to discourse, that implanted in me this notion, but the more and more I see it, everywhere, I become disgusted. Because of this notion, there is no more boldness, no surety of speech, no certainty of thought and practice; all becomes relative, morality and philosophy transforming from a woven handmaiden of God into a simple-minded wench to please the self over the other, please the immediate over the future. Simple things are beginning to irk me immensely, and, admittedly I have not responded in the most Christian of ways. To that, I apologize, but for the compromises faith, action, and thought, in myself and in others, I cannot neglect or hide away. Let us be sure of ourselves then, holy in practice, perfect in Christ and weakness; let us hate the things of this world, its lies and pleasures, and love the one who brought us out of it.

Our heart should be zealous for the Lord, no more compromises, no more meekness of will and thought, but strength of the Spirit, authority over men and creation.