Truth is not a construct. Truth was, is and ever more shall BE.
The Apostle Paul in his letter to the Rome church said, that while God has revealed himself to all people, they have chosen to suppress the truth of his Sovereignty, because of their immoral behaviour.
A deliberate denial of God leads to the ultimate delusion: God does not exist: he wrote, the truth of God is exchanged for a lie.
Paul also wrote to the Thessalonians, about a powerful being that would be successful in deceiving some, and this would occur because they refused to accept God’s revealed truth.
George Orwell in his dystopian novel 1984, wrote of the final capitulation of Winston Smith due to O’Brien’s brainwashing techniques under the totalitarian rule of Oceania.
Orwell could see a day coming when his fiction became reality. He wrote: the Party seeks power, entirely for it’s own sake. The love of power and domination over others has acquired its perfected expression in the perpetual surveillance and omnipresent dishonesty of an unassailable and irresistible police state under whose rule every human virtue is slowly being suborned and extinguished.
The hope of the Christian in the West, in the current freefall of society’s virtues and of the possibility of governments that outlaw worship, is that instead of retracting our faith, we will remain faithful. Will we be strong like our brothers and sisters in other regimes who have died for the cause of Christ? Let us encourage one another by remembering the historical figures, of Daniel and the Prophets in the Old Testament, and the early disciples of the New Testament, who with God’s ever-present help and with courage, held to the Truth.
In contrast to the hopeless situation depicted in Orwell’s novel that the state could over-ride free will and dehumanise it’s citizens, Christians know that they will not lose their identity as sons and daughters of God, while they remain connected to Christ. Our Sovereign Lord has promised, that those who endure will live forever his eternal Kingdom.
It was reported that George Orwell was so feverishly obsessed about concluding his novel he cared little for his health, and was, in fact, close to dying.
An ode to Orwell: Barnhill’s Betrayal
‘Looking through the lens of time, I bide my time and watch you
Forlorn gaunt figure on one loan chair slumped by your escritoire.’
George Orwell’s abode is the old stone house set upon the moors
A cold, bleak draft it prowls around the windows and the doors
Clacking keys, frenetic pace, obsessed — for chronicle of depth
Big Brother controls by doublethink; for ignorance is strength.
With hollow cough and rattling chest to quit ne’er a thought
Deadline looms but Warburg knows his Eric won’t be bought
Meanwhile, the manuscript incites its insidious death throes
Tormented Winston’s crime, he thinks, Oceania has no foes
War is peace; freedom — slavery the Brotherhood persuades
Coffee stains adorn its page. Crushed butts, the tang pervades.
A radio chants the Party’s creed. Newspeak destroys the soul
Beware: the Thought Police. It’s their mission to control
From cradle to grave society bows, succumbs to all their lies
A paperweight cracks divulging rats, note Mr. Smith complies.
George sipped his tea, rolled his own and dreamed by window pane
Fever deranged the writer acquires the antagonist’s skeletal frame.
V. Carnell ©