Heaven is a Safe Space

Who needs safe spaces when god is the ultimate refuge? questions Mary Popeworth 

There are many, in these dark days, who would “sow discord among brothers” (Proverbs 6:19). But we, the vanguard of civilisation, are not so different from the identity politicians after all. They want ‘safe spaces’ on our campuses. And to them we say: “Yes! God is our safe space and our strength, a help in the troubles that come heavily on us” (Psalms 46:1).

That’s right, we’ve had safe spaces for years. They’re called churches.

So we’re not really sure why the Left think they’re so special. They convert storerooms, put a sign on the door banning white men and call it a ‘safe space’. We build literal, brick and mortar fortresses.

As Jesus says: “And I say to you that thou art Peter, and upon this rock I will build my church; and the gates of hell shall not prevail against it” (Matthew 16:18).

Hewn from rock, an effective zombie shelter. Safety indeed, I say—safety indeed.

Churches are full of God’s love. Compare that to the ‘safe’ spaces in our universities. They are bitter places. One type of sinner flocks together with his own kind, in the unspeakable glow of perversion. Of perverted posters.

I have seen these posters with my own eyes. Lascivious tendrils of sin, an embrace of flesh and bodies, coils of lust and heavy breath.

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But devil begone! For in the church, all are welcomed with outstretched arms. The man who commits adultery, who steals, who rapes and murders—he will be forgiven.

And he will be shielded. Shielded from the sodomite, the swarthy Canaanite, the woman. For they have no place in the kingdom of God.

A church is place of improvement. Where we may be guided by the preacher’s words, from the black of despair, and through the strait gate. Where Christ may lead us towards the White City.

Would you rather wallow in a ‘safe’ space? Lonely, separated from the brotherhood of man? Openly defying God?

Only good may come from a church. Innocence and purity, where our children live in God’s image.

We must build more churches. At this very university, many hands have been stained by usury, so that they might build tall towers of sin. The new administration building. The Abercrombie Business School. Tear them down, I say.

For every man on campus, a church. For every single sinner, let him have his place of refuge. And then—like devout St Hildegard—we must build a wall. Brick over the entrance; leave no way in. Then we shall be safe.