And Yet Even Now — Plucking and Planting

What was the price given for a soul such as yours? I see you sold it because the waters you sail on the sea of pass fail, your ship crushing the wails of humanity asking for a hand up were getting too rocky to navigate.

Your compass' been broken, now a token of Pastor so and so, the late.

Your wind was the whim of one nation under the God of greed Forgetting that so many bleed out forgotten The mana in the storehouse now rotten Full of worms, full of dust, but we must rely on daily bread Not a head of knowledge, puffed up, whose empty cup is a colander, replacing wonder with certainty, if a man is hurt than he must've deserved it.

So lets check the text that you thump on the heads of the sinners and hexed. Let's see the words of your "lord" as he describes the kind of kingdom his word rings true in. I'll line up the blessings of Christ with the zeitgeist of evangelicalism, fundamentalism cloaked in false love, a clipped wing dove in a cage. A sight to behold but a ghost of the real thing.

Here we go

The meek are mocked, their peaceful protest leading to the innocent locked up in cells of shame, they'll never work again, not with a record like that. Men should be strong and women the lesser, even though every confessor knows, Mary carried God in her womb, was the first to his tomb. The meek inherit the earth be carrying hope, full term.

The poor are blessed, if they kneel to the God of the West. Work for a living for a man who is giving them death in the way he enslaves to a paycheck. Be at their beck and call. Work nights to keep the lights on in a house you barely see. A family who pleads for one more hour, one more day, play catch in the yard but it's hard when you haven't slept in weeks.

Those who hunger and thirst must be the worst of the worst or else why is there no remedy. I don't know, let me see, build one less weapon of war, docked on the shore of a land kept free by might. What about the freedom that comes in being right, not the dualistic fight, but righteousness. Kept free because you are kind and just. That freedom comes at a price we won't allow, too hard to lay down your gun for a plow to see lions feed on the same straw as cows. Now that would be something. To see blessing in persecution, not killing our enemies through electrocution. Seeing them as good, made of the same stuff, saying enough is enough of an eye for an eye.

Blessed are the merciful, for they shall obtain mercy. Mercy, not your condemnation, see that ship has sailed. Your false mercy pales in comparison to the real thing. The law saves no one, God does that, through those who don't point in judgement at the drop of a hat. Looking for someone to step out of line because "their sin is different than mine". The merciful don't offer vinegar to the thirsty, something worse to he who's laying in a desert of despair, not only not caring but wishing ill. Is there no balm in Gilead, or is it being hoarded for the "elect". Well, last I checked, it was the World God so loved.

And yet even now says the Lord, he offers that mercy you refused. That mercy you used up, packaged for sale at Family Christian through InterVarsity Press. Selling the best for the "blessed", well, this mercy is available to those who repent. Just change your mind from being hell bent on sending people there. Tear your heart not your clothes, once you know the conditions they were made in, that savings bin you pulled them from will never look the same. Return to the Lord for he is gracious and merciful, slow to anger and abounding in steadfast love. The world is crying for a love like that. The kind that can't be shaken or stirred by a word or misstep. The kind that's awakened by a bird and hyssop. So God, renew our hearts and our spirit, if you speak, let us hear it. You are making all things new, that includes the pews of our temples, our steeples, the hearts and minds of the peoples of this spinning dot. The power you've got was enough for me. That's saying a lot.