I currently hold jobs at two separate universities, both of which are firmly on board with the UN 2030 Global Sustainability Goals agenda. Luckily, I am not on the front lines in terms of promoting the agenda. That is, I am squarely against the agenda and my work does not depend on actively proclaiming allegiance to the agenda, teaching the agenda, or researching the agenda. All the same, the agenda is ubiquitous at both of my places of employment. As such, it is virtually impossible for me to avoid the agenda altogether.
For example, I work primarily as a proofreader and "text manager" at one of the universities, which means I spend hours every week proofreading and revising academic articles that are all inevitably funded by and connected to the agenda. When you consider all the typos and errors I make in blog posts, the very notion that I get paid to proofread is funny in and of itself - but that aside, it is more than a little discomfiting to know that the work I do actually helps advance the agenda in some small way or other.
My work provides an endless source of repentance. On most days I find myself wishing I were a bricklayer, but then I realize that if I were a bricklayer my work would probably consist of constructing buildings that were also connected to the agenda in some small way or other, be it through "green" innovations or, more directly, by actually working on buildings that would house the agenda pushers - town halls, universities, political office buildings, etc.
The same could be said for practically all professions, which makes me believe that current employment circumstances are a substantial part of the spiritual discernment and learning people alive today must undergo.
Anyway, this past weekend I taught in-presence classes at one of the universities for the first time in over a year. During the year I had been locked out of the building and forced to conduct online classes, the university somehow found the time and tradesmen required to completely redecorate the campus lecture halls and classrooms. Every educational space on campus is now dedicated to one of the UN 2030 sustainability goals.
I taught in a room dedicated to goal number one - no poverty - and spent the bulk of my time being assaulted by a giant Mahatma Ghandi quote - Poverty is the worst kind of violence - painted on the rear wall. I'm not sure about how Ghandi would feel about his words being incorporated into the global Satanic agenda, but I - for one - can think of many worse forms of violence than poverty.
This line of thinking inevitably led to silent questions regarding the future of my current employment situation, which is itself increasingly becoming a form of violence.
Praise be a little poverty?
For example, I work primarily as a proofreader and "text manager" at one of the universities, which means I spend hours every week proofreading and revising academic articles that are all inevitably funded by and connected to the agenda. When you consider all the typos and errors I make in blog posts, the very notion that I get paid to proofread is funny in and of itself - but that aside, it is more than a little discomfiting to know that the work I do actually helps advance the agenda in some small way or other.
My work provides an endless source of repentance. On most days I find myself wishing I were a bricklayer, but then I realize that if I were a bricklayer my work would probably consist of constructing buildings that were also connected to the agenda in some small way or other, be it through "green" innovations or, more directly, by actually working on buildings that would house the agenda pushers - town halls, universities, political office buildings, etc.
The same could be said for practically all professions, which makes me believe that current employment circumstances are a substantial part of the spiritual discernment and learning people alive today must undergo.
Anyway, this past weekend I taught in-presence classes at one of the universities for the first time in over a year. During the year I had been locked out of the building and forced to conduct online classes, the university somehow found the time and tradesmen required to completely redecorate the campus lecture halls and classrooms. Every educational space on campus is now dedicated to one of the UN 2030 sustainability goals.
I taught in a room dedicated to goal number one - no poverty - and spent the bulk of my time being assaulted by a giant Mahatma Ghandi quote - Poverty is the worst kind of violence - painted on the rear wall. I'm not sure about how Ghandi would feel about his words being incorporated into the global Satanic agenda, but I - for one - can think of many worse forms of violence than poverty.
This line of thinking inevitably led to silent questions regarding the future of my current employment situation, which is itself increasingly becoming a form of violence.
Praise be a little poverty?
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