We somehow cannot escape prejudice. Inheriting this sordid gene that enables the young, hopeful, innocent heart to harden towards another. We seem to glisten with the sweat of hate yet wear it in vanity. From micro-aggression to hate crimes, justification to harm another seems to allow reason to our lost herd mentality for survival of the fittest. Even, the goodness of the Gospel has been perverted for power and oppression. This very hope of life for all, is rather used as a weapon with hard edges as Bibles are thrown by the ignorant and unstable to hurt those in unchangeable realities. How sad. How destructive. Woe to them, the false preachers, the rabid born-again, instruments of harm not peace – for their destruction does not sleep.
Woe of Judgment
Woe to the ignorant and unstable,
Who grievously distort holy Scripture,
Off’ring sacrifice of Cain not Abel,
Condemning outcasts with sores and blisters,
Judging as Creator not like creature.
Woe to preachers who boast not of mercy,
Whose words isolate, ravage, and injure,
Yet are slaves to their own depravity,
The blackest dark awaits their treachery.
Hope is a saving love, your friend in need,
Harden not your hearts, Let Me set you free,
I know of your hardship and the pain you bleed.
Come to Me, you wearied and oppressed,
Lay your burdens down, for I will give you rest.
by Chris Clody 2/6/15