A day is coming when you will see the Capitol surrounded by armies. On that day, you may think that the time for violence has arrived; you may think that God will give you victory “because this is God’s country” or whatever. That will not be a day to fight; it will be a day to run. The day to bug-out and head for the hills. Because it will be a massacre the likes of which you have never seen. There will be politicians and demagogues who will claim that they can save us from this fate, if only we pledge our allegiance to them — along with their pet schemes, miraculous technologies, and scapegoats du jour. Don’t fall for that. Our civilization is unsustainable, so don’t believe anyone who tells you they can sustain it.
If my spiritual tribe was the X-Men, Phyllis Tickle would be our Professor X. Phyllis turns 80 today, and here are some of the impossible things she’s done for me: 1). She convinced me that historical cycles were scientifically worth paying attention to. 2). She showed me that fixed-hour prayer can be a wonderful and life-giving spiritual practice. 3). She made me look forward to getting white hair, because it will make me look a little more like her. Happy birthday, Phyllis! We think you’re neat.