Post by beginswithKendsinG on Oct 12, 2004 12:37:43 GMT -5
(Having been shown grace, and forgiven, The Uplifted began to cry.)
But it was the sort of cry you perform when you have no tears. When the soul pains so deeply that you are almost unable to bare the despair. He saw in hindsight, most of the lies he told weren't true. Another wave of aggrivation stormed his heart. Creating the malevolence that he new God must feel towards His chosen helplessness. Still kneeling where he first met grace, he again still pondered the reasoning behind this sacrifice. Of course love must play a role, yet, the flesh seems to have it's own agenda. Did his mind betray him so that he would again look good in the eyes of others?
(The uplifted rose up and said,)
Is this the popular thing to do? Do we enjoy the travesty? Each night it seems you all pray for maryterdom. Have you any respect for yourselves? What about enjoying what has been created? Instead of opposing every little thing, because it doesn't fit in your carnal minds.
(The Uplifted then decided to put to rest a myth, a myth that choked out life.)
And when things go wrong who is to blame? You ask God for direction then go and do it yourself. Who's fault was it again? The deity that hadn't even responded yet, or the man that went on with out answers?
(The crowd grew irritated, for this is not what there itching ears wanted to hear.The Uplifted saw this but he could still feel his spirit being proded to go on, so he obeyed.)
Oh I know!
(Now he mocked the crowd.)
It was The Evil. Of course, The Evil. See I was decieved, I was tricked, I was led astray, I did not know better, for I am too young or too old, Too ethnic, too victimized.
You see, it makes perfect sense now. Lets give glory to a force that is not omnipresent. Lets give honor to a force that has no place or power. I get it now. You lack personal responsability, and you are selling your integrity to The Evil because it makes you feel better.
(Now with the crowd angry, and the rage that was not his own building inside him, he finished.)
You are not the people of God. You do not stand on faith and accept your faults. Your pious nature has made you deaf. You have made yourself a god before God. There is no grace for you, you are already saved. There is no help for you, you are already dead. I am tired of hearing that endless banter. You, my friends, will have to realize that God is not a respecter of persons. Nor, does he at anytime hold one sin more despicable then the other. He loves the rapist the same as He loves you. He died so that you could understand that.
The doctor doesn't come for the healthy my friends.
(With this the crowd looked at eachother, not sure if this was what they wanted to hear. How ever, realizing this is what they needed to hear, they fell before God seeking repetence...)
But it was the sort of cry you perform when you have no tears. When the soul pains so deeply that you are almost unable to bare the despair. He saw in hindsight, most of the lies he told weren't true. Another wave of aggrivation stormed his heart. Creating the malevolence that he new God must feel towards His chosen helplessness. Still kneeling where he first met grace, he again still pondered the reasoning behind this sacrifice. Of course love must play a role, yet, the flesh seems to have it's own agenda. Did his mind betray him so that he would again look good in the eyes of others?
(The uplifted rose up and said,)
Is this the popular thing to do? Do we enjoy the travesty? Each night it seems you all pray for maryterdom. Have you any respect for yourselves? What about enjoying what has been created? Instead of opposing every little thing, because it doesn't fit in your carnal minds.
(The Uplifted then decided to put to rest a myth, a myth that choked out life.)
And when things go wrong who is to blame? You ask God for direction then go and do it yourself. Who's fault was it again? The deity that hadn't even responded yet, or the man that went on with out answers?
(The crowd grew irritated, for this is not what there itching ears wanted to hear.The Uplifted saw this but he could still feel his spirit being proded to go on, so he obeyed.)
Oh I know!
(Now he mocked the crowd.)
It was The Evil. Of course, The Evil. See I was decieved, I was tricked, I was led astray, I did not know better, for I am too young or too old, Too ethnic, too victimized.
You see, it makes perfect sense now. Lets give glory to a force that is not omnipresent. Lets give honor to a force that has no place or power. I get it now. You lack personal responsability, and you are selling your integrity to The Evil because it makes you feel better.
(Now with the crowd angry, and the rage that was not his own building inside him, he finished.)
You are not the people of God. You do not stand on faith and accept your faults. Your pious nature has made you deaf. You have made yourself a god before God. There is no grace for you, you are already saved. There is no help for you, you are already dead. I am tired of hearing that endless banter. You, my friends, will have to realize that God is not a respecter of persons. Nor, does he at anytime hold one sin more despicable then the other. He loves the rapist the same as He loves you. He died so that you could understand that.
The doctor doesn't come for the healthy my friends.
(With this the crowd looked at eachother, not sure if this was what they wanted to hear. How ever, realizing this is what they needed to hear, they fell before God seeking repetence...)
