Let’s say we had a way to get to another habitable planet- a warp drive, a portal, whatever. Who would make that planet livable? Politicians? The ‘elite?’ Snowflake Women’s Studies graduates? Empowered trannies? Hollywood screenwriters? Nope. Plumbers, construction workers, farmers, truck drivers, miners, factory workers etc. etc. Big, burly, no-nonsense God-fearing rednecks. Once the planet was settled and a civilization built, then the flute-playing gender-fluid Marxists could come in and set up house again.
No, not every voice of God was “big and burly.”
“Sinners in the hands of an angry God” was delivered rather wimpily without even mechanical amplification to candlelight. What happened was a matter of history.
No. Do not confuse the tail with the dog. Do not confuse the source of the virtue with its destination. Our rightful strength is not in ourselves. Therefore we have no reason to boast in ourselves about it. It is in the Other who created us.