Don’t Fear The Devil: Fear God
Bittersweet.
The only word which can sum up this day. Tears and laughter. And a lot of drunk white people. But they’re my family. My brothers and sisters. If not “in Christ,” at least “in crap.”
My co-workers. The others who bail the water out of this sinking ship beside me. Some will remain, tied to the benches, smiling through the eye-stinging spray of the salty; Others have been lost at sea - some jumped overboard. We are still not sure whether to envy them or not. Their labour is done, but their loss will be felt.
But I don’t do maritime illustrations. The family image is better, and our table is not as full as it once was. And now we will be expected to welcome strangers in with open arms; bastards who are being adopted to replace the not-even-close to prodigal. Not that this is their fault, but don’t piss in my cup and tell me it’s lemonade. It won’t all simply be “better” or “alright.”
You have attacked our kin. You’ve robbed us of our birthright, which was nothing more than to grow old together. You’ve raised the hackles on our necks. There will be a reckoning.
For now we sit, staring at the empty places with tears. Praying for a miracle. A raising from the dead, and cursing the fear of more departures from our home before the next meal. It is a time of mourning, mixed with celebration.
. . . [groans which cannot be uttered, but You know . . .
I’ll Just Get This Off My Chest.
It wasn’t an ememy that hurt me, because I could have handled that;
Neither was it someone who hated me, and body swung with all their strength to punch the shit out of my spirit, because at the very least, I would have seen him coming, and had the option to run the hell away;
But no,
It was you:
Someone I walked beside, someone I followed, someone I lay beside.
We shared everything, from the personal to the providential, in private halls and before the throne of The Father.
Seriously: What.The.F_ck?!
Et tu, Brute?
Playing With The Site
If, like me, you are up at 2:30am, and looking at this site, you’re very confused. Yes, I am making changes again.
Change is . . . what it is.
Note: If you are still using Internet Explorer, you obviously hate Jesus.
There. I said it.
Stupid Christians
I know this covers a lot of ground, but this is a short rant.
It is hard, beyond hard, God not smiting evil in the OT hard, to listen to ignorant people discuss the Bible. Now this is not from a “MEH knows everything” standpoint, this is “I can’t believe I just listened to you use a passage from the Bible to defend a behavior of yours which has been called into question, ESP when the passage you are quoting says the EXACT OPPOSITE!”
Bastards. I mean that: are you really His kid to treat His words like that? Seriously?
Thankfully a co-worker walked in shortly thereafter and we had a long (if not odd and unexpected coversation, wherein she told me how she came to Christ not to long ago).
Out of the blue, both situations. I’m sure they were juxtaposed for the obvious reasons. God has a bad sense of humour.
/rant
