You Will Be Assimilated!

There's the nerdish catch phrase from Star Trek. The Borg were a race of interstellar cyborgs that acted as a single mind under a queen. They operated much like an ant colony.

Depending on one's individual views, they might view large groups of people, governments, religions, or lack there of as the Borg Collective. Ethnic minorities view the majority as a mindless collective. Atheists view religious practitioners the same. The list goes on but let me bring in my perspective(s).

I'm the type of person that has always analyzed everything. I've always wanted to know why on everything. Why do we do what we do? Why did it begin? Who? When? Where? Why? What? How? I hate to follow blindly.

I can remember back in school days where guys would not know how to keep their hands off girls. This was way back before they enforced sexual harassment type stuff. I was the only guy in the school that didn't touch and feel up. At different times, people would try to get me to go along with what everyone else was doing. Not just with the touching but talking dirty, dirty jokes, laughing along with dirty jokes, secular music, and lots of other junk. Can you say peer pressure? "Resistance is futile! Let us assimilate you!" Um. No. To do so for me would be like becoming a mindless drone.

And be not conformed to this world: but be ye transformed by the renewing of your mind, that ye may prove what is that good, and acceptable, and perfect, will of God. Romans 12:2

This goes for some of the women I've dated too. I don't understand how someone can claim to be Christian but not realize that sex by design works best in marriage. Chocolate bars as the main course for a meal just doesn't work. Neither does sawdust. I just can't and won't stick to a relationship where there is no desire to walk the walk. It's just a waste of time. I won't be assimilated. Resistance is not futile.

It's not that I'm trying to be holier than thou. It's not that I think I'm better than someone. I feel like the least of men. I do.

I see individuality, true individuality, as finding, meeting, and following your true design. What I mean is, we are designed for a specific set of purposes. Namely, we are meant to be sons and daughters. We were designed with the desire to give and receive gifts. Wow. Now there's about 15 sermons in that.

Like the Borg, we find ourselves many times being captured, entranced, and taken in by others that alter our design and add in things to our lives that make us more like the collective. The Collective were humanoid beings from countless civilizations. Machine parts were forced in and upon their bodies. They no longer procreated lin the manner they were designed. All children were born in test tubes. They no longer ate and drank like they were designed. They connected to a machine. The enjoyment of consumption was superceded by convenience. The captured humanoids no longer rested the way theyr were designed. They stood in a machine and recharged there.

Truth be known, my heart aches for people have been assimilated. I'm talkinga bout real life. Teenagers especially are always on my heart and mind. To me, it's like pod people or the walking dead. Everyone has a mindless disease. I don't want to see them die. I don't want to see them continually making bad choices, choices influenced by the collective.

Our nation is totally vexxed by the collective. History is altered for the masses. The history of the USA I mean. People are offended at the mention of Jesus or anything related to Him. It hurts me that people are offended when there is prayer. I don't care though. I bow my head at school when I sub or at college and I pray silently. I refuse to shed my rights simply because I walk on a campus or walk in public. But ya know, I remember that Christians were censored and persecuted for the first 300 years of Christianity especially. People during those years were offended by Christianity, prayer, and any mention of things related to God. The servants aren't greater than their master. What the Master endured, we will endure.

I won't be assimilated into the idea that purity is outdated.
I won't be assimilated into accepting the version of separation that has been forced on us in America.
I won't be molded and shaped by what society considers acceptable and unacceptable.
I won't be assimilated into the idea that "stuff" makes a person.
I won't be assimilated into the idea that anything Christian based is uncool.

I won't be bitten.

Warrior's Creed

I am a part of the fellowship of the unashamed.  I have Holy Spirit Power.
The die has been cast.  I have stepped over the line.
The decision has been made.  I am a disciple of His.
I Won't look back, let up, slow down, back away or be still.

My past is redeemed.  My present makes sense.  My future is secure.
I'm finished and done with low living, sight walking, small planning,
smooth knees, colorless dreams, tamed visions, mundane talking, cheap living

I no longer need preeminence, position promotions or popularity.
I don't have to be recognized, praised, regarded or rewarded.
I now live by faith, lean on His presence, walk by patience,
lift by prayer, labor by power.

My face is set.  My gait is fast.  My mission is clear.  My goal is Heaven.
My road narrow.  My way rough.  My Companions few.  My guide reliable.
I cannot be bought, compromised, detoured, lured away,
turned back, deluded or delayed

With God's help I will not flinch in the face of sacrifice,
hesitate in the presence of the adversary, negotiate at the table of the enemy,
ponder at the pool of popularity or meander in the maze of mediocrity.

I won't give up, shut up, let up until I have stayed up, stored up,
prayed up, paid up, preached up for the cause of Christ.

I am a disciple of Jesus.  I must go till He comes, give till I drop,
work till He stops me, preach till all know.
And when He comes He will have no problem recognizing me.
My Banner will be clear.

- Written by a missionary in Africa hours before being executed by a Muslem group for his faith in Jesus Christ. - 20th Century

- Jeremy Brown December 26, 2006

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