Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven
We have come from a season of inheriting the wind. There is a miseducation of the supposed "fittest". The pride of place that has been our inheritance, because of Darwinism. Our spiritual eyes are blinded by our pride of place.
New York pride is my own personal struggle. I daily pull the weeds of my pride of personal rearing in "the Greatest City in the World".
As I have learned from a quieter and more humble city, God hates pride. Humility is a beautiful thing. Humility of NC doesn't defend itself. Humility of NC doesn't tout itself as so. It, simply, does the right thing and seeks no applause. This is the Bible Belt. That should be something to applaude. The preservation of a city where there is little elicit billboarding, is something to place in high regard.
I love the wrangling and the wrestling of my own city, where the portion of the city, considered "Hell's Kitchen", is preached to and cleansed by the blood of Jesus. That is my history of regard, but, if we don't couple the cleansing power of the fire that Christ has lit in the city that never sleeps, with the preservation disciplines that is the wonder of Charlotte, we will lose our reward and our generation. This, must first be learned and this must then be exported, or imported, {depending on your perspective}.
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