Every so often Unbelief pulls of its particular mask and shows itself in all its ignoble vainglory. Big Nanny Michael Bloomberg served as the fall guy recently. Bloomberg, you recall, has become exceptionally wealthy owning and developing Bloomberg News. He served as a three-time mayor of New York City. During his tenure he became infamous for his nannying controls over what people eat and inhale: sugar, fat, and tobacco. Mike has a plan for our good, whether we like it to not. Mike knows best. Mike for Saviour.
Bloomberg is also famous for his record of donations--to all kinds causes, but most often to doppelganger Bloomberg favourites. The most recent is gun control in the United States.
Our Lord declared that it is harder for a camel to go through the eye of a needle than for a rich man to enter into the Kingdom of Heaven. Clearly, our Lord would not have said that had He met up with Michael Bloomberg, who clearly regards himself as the exception to our Lord's warning. This, from the New York Times:
“I don’t know what your perception is of our reputation, and mine, the name Bloomberg around the country,” he [Bloomberg] said. But every place he goes, he added, “You’re a rock star. People yelling out of cabs, ‘Hey, way to go!’ ”The rich Unbeliever to a "T". The pride. The pompous self-righteousness. The vainglory. The very idea that the rich man could buy his way into heaven so as to be there by "right" of his own glory and his self-referenced "good works" is about as blasphemous as it gets. Unbelief unmasked.
His financial commitment to reducing gun violence could grow. When asked how much he was willing to spend, he tossed out the $50 million figure out as if he were describing the tip he left on a restaurant check. “I put $50 million this year, last year into coal, $53 million into oceans,” he said with a shrug, describing his clean energy and sustainable fishing initiatives. “Certainly a number like that, $50 million. Let’s see what happens.”
. . . . Mr. Bloomberg was introspective as he spoke, and seemed both restless and wistful. When he sat down for the interview, it was a few days before his 50th college reunion. His mortality has started dawning on him, at 72. And he admitted he was a bit taken aback by how many of his former classmates had been appearing in the “in memoriam” pages of his school newsletter.
But if he senses that he may not have as much time left as he would like, he has little doubt about what would await him at a Judgment Day. Pointing to his work on gun safety, obesity and smoking cessation, he said with a grin: “I am telling you if there is a God, when I get to heaven I’m not stopping to be interviewed. I am heading straight in. I have earned my place in heaven. It’s not even close.” [Emphasis, ours]
We say with all soberness that as long as Michael Bloomberg remains himself, in all "his boasting, pomp and show", only judgment and eternal hell-fire await. Since God did not spare His own Son in order to punish utterly the sins of His people, what will befall those who not only cling to their sins, but ingloriously boast about them?
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