He walked down empty sidewalks into their churches
He sat in the back pews waiting
He tried to catch their eyes, but they glanced at their watches
too busy theologies debating
He looked to their pulpits in search of His message
seeking those familiar glows
but what he did find, He’d have never envisaged
the colourful spectacle of their shows
He looked in their hearts, to fan on the embers
and spark up revivals of faith
but even the way truth felt, they could not remember
He feared that He might be too late
Cos they’d busied their minds with idle frustrations
and wrapped up their spirits in sloth
they filled up their souls with wrong expectations
asking ‘what had God wrought?’
in Orthodox settings where virtues are masks
and Pentecostals wave them as bells
but despising the hypocrisy of the latter and the shallowness of the former
doesnt mean truth, in there, never dwells.
Who knew?
I Didn’t know.
They Didn’t know.
We Didn’t know.
Sat. 28th Nov.
10.52am
My people perish for lack of knowledge
Hosea 4:6
” It is funny how mortals always picture us as putting things into their minds: in reality our best work is done by keeping things out.” Screwtape (Senior Devil) to Wormwood (Junior Devil).
Screwtape letters by C.S. Lewis.