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World's pollution


Ephesians 6:12 New English Translation (NET Bible) 12 For our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the powers, against the world rulers of this darkness, against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavens. Looking around in a world so confused in marvel, I just wonder. Why is it that when things go wrong responsibility belongs up yonder? In Russia, Baghdad or Iran where hatred rules my heart and yours. Still, we don’t sense where we’ve been surely not searching for the “Truth”? In the realm of dark and shady grey We sat back for a free ride. We re seldom wrong when we judge the lot the “ones” on Satan’s side. Amazing so as we justify the flow of our perpetual inclusive onslaught of the guilty and the innocent for reasons without a root-cause. We live in a nation “ruled by God” the “god” of this world that is. There is no denying as we slowly fry our conscience to a crisp. Jan Wienen
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