The Bitcoin Oracle

When Lehman Brothers fell, I was there amongst the secular, unwashed masses. When the towers fell on 9-11, I was there, amongst the shocked and bereaved. When Waco was sieged, I watched the standoff. When Ruby Ridge was televised, no one was surprised. Oklahoma city? One more tragedy on a long list.

The financial systems are evil, but evil does not require the financial systems. It grows like a noxious, choking weed among the Gardens of Man.

In 2009, after student loan forgiveness was removed and the excitement of blowing Iraq into oblivion was waning, and the new elation of the end of Afghanistan was fomenting, I saw Bitcoin. I saw it before then--bastard child of a bloody, treacherous generation.

Natives traded in shells. Certain tropical tribes? Large stones with holes in them. The Spanish, for a time, gold.

Many of my generation are now rich from Bitcoin, and yet the world is not a better place. They speak of Bitcoin as if it were Jesus, while refusing to feed His Sheep with a means of liberation they hold as an idol. It is "their" nest egg after all--their own Personal Jesus.

Bitcoin will not save us, or you, or them. The Kingdom of Heaven requires the rich man to give away his riches. Bitcoin allows one to be and possibly feel rich, but then, the wealth systems of the world have always done that. The fruits must, sooner or later manifest, or we have to conclude that the wine is in its vintage, and everyone is drunk on the latest alcohol which seems like freedom but is just one more means for people to deny the Will of God while accepting His blessings.

Our money is covered in blood. Is our Bitcoin?