Ah, Jim, how nice. Gregor is also much toward the edge of no man's land with the Lord, as are others I hope will have the time to drop in. I was most interested in reprinting some of Bunyan's commentaries on scriputure from The Holy Wars. But then this other book came to me.
I will just reprint some interesting things verbatim, and just throw it out there. As with all things of the Lord advanced beyond our pointless little rituals which really are nothing more than exercises designed to have a place to tithe, I would rather not comment on them beyond passing them on and see what is there.
Mostly it's this man's visions with an angel, which to me seems like the eighth angel in Rev. 10, for whom I have a strong affinity, and just want to pass the reprints from his visions on for comment.
BUT.
I would very much like to mention something I just saw today for the first time just because it seems people should know, if they are interested in such things.e. As anyone knows that exchanges thought with me, I am rather obsessed with the nobility of dead people I very much look forward to meeting and spending quality time with. Along those lines it seems that the Titanic keeps coming back into my life over and over and over, and I see something there I believe the Lord would like me to pass on.
There is the much recorded incident of the younger Guggenheim heir dying on the Titanic with those left on board. Also one of the Astors stayed behing. We know of Astor, as he dressed up and so did his valet, and togethre they made a very noble departure compared to others on the ship. So you have to love the guy, no matter what he might have done in his flesh.
But Guggenheim also went down in the water, and all I ever knew of his departure is the old photograph of his face. There just are no heroic legends or first hand accounts. Now Guggenheim was a very pleasing looking guy, fairly young and with exceptionally well-lit eyes, with the light coming from the inside. I see so much of that in the old civil war tintype photographs, and noticed that so many of them were quite Christian and the fact was quite obvious by so much light in their eyes.
Of course we understand the scripture about the eyes, and truly it is profoundly meaningful, and I believe designed that we should have clues about each other immediately, perhaps, for our own safety as we journey through life.
Anyway, today I saw a documentary solely on the building of the Guggenheim castle(s) and how gorgeous they still are. That was all it was about, just the beauty of the Long Island Guggenheim estates.
But that is what Guggenheim left behind when he went to the bottom of the north sea with 1500 peasants. The Guggeheim estate which was built in that era of unbelievable wealth. But from what I could see in this worldly documentary, the whole place seemed more full of the things and the beauty of God rather than the repulsive excesses of those with way, way too much money. Particularly, the dining room had a very holy statue of John the Baptist, etc. I was thinking that surely this would be the typical decor of heaven, and rarely do you see the filthy rich reminding you of heaven. Au contraire, the atmosphere often seems obscenely unreal.
So today I understood where the light in this picture probably came from and why that particular Guggenheim family member remained behind and exited in a most noble and forever way.
Perhaps the Lord would have him remembered, in that the younger Guggenheim, filthy rich beyond Midas in those days, with all of the kingdoms of this world at his feet, and all of the women of the world at his command and all of the ships of the sea he could have owned, and how easy it would have been for him to shove his way onto a lifeboat with the others and drift selfishly back to all of it.
It's amazing, really, that all that would be left of that whole story was an old picture which most dramatically reflected the light in that man's eyes. So I always wondered about young Guggenheim, and why he didn't join so many other rich men in little boats, as they were all parading into the little boats like kings rather than mere men, and today I got the rest of the story, I believe, and I'm just passing it on.
I guess I am enjoying such a thought of how Christ reveals Himself in men we would otherwise never guess had a speck of Him in them. And then later, for those who are curious, He somehow lets us know the story and fills in the details Himself, it seems.
The more I spend time in history, the more it offsets the present, which of course is ALWAYS wonderful, and reminds me that only what's done for Christ will last. |
