Without a sound yet with the stench of ammonia they approach.   So proud of the way they move yet so hideous to observe.  They’re markings are multi color and in various array.  Yet the markings are distinguished by the body they inhabit.  “Hissing” softly to one another, they whisper their joy of plot.

En masse the approach the cradle and the baby sleeping soundly is unsuspecting.  The parents have gone to sleep entrusting their child to the living God.  All is well for parents, child and vipers.

The parents know.  The baby trusts without knowledge.  The living God indeed watches.  He sees the sleeping that should have been done in shifts; while one is asleep another is awake to watch.  But the crib is unguarded nonetheless.

Joy is in their hearts as they consider what damage they will do.  They have no desire or ability to eat.  A child is not a meal they seek.  Wicked is on their hearts.  Wicked is in their mind.  And wicked has become what they are.

In the silence of the night they approach with intent to bite.  To kill, to murder, to maim, to cause pain.  Who are you, snakemen that you should look like that?  The Lord made you like us but you choose to walk on your belly.  You despise righteousness.   You hate mercy.  Justice does not live in your houses.  The only love for God you own is that He may provide you more and more that you may gorge yourself on the flesh of the righteous.

Slip in blindly.  Go my friends go.  There is one who hovers over the child.   He has seen your approach and is ready.  He knows your name.  He knows where you live and He has been watching your approach for he does not sleep.  He has heard your words.  He has watched you plot in vain.

Continue your approach with intent to do harm and you will find the living God quite able to repay.  You think to yourself, “There is no difference.  They are like us. We can abuse them”.  But you think with no reasoning.  With no understanding your mind works plots of evil.

Those who love lies.  Those who create for themselves profit out of dishonor will not inherit eternal life.  Turn away from the cradle.  Resume the legs of Man.  Repent of your wicked ways and your endless thoughts of evil.

Believe!  Consider the end of the wicked.  Consider the blessing of the righteous.  Turn to the living God and thank him for mercy, for He is wholy unlike you.

The wicked will surely die.  But today is the singular day of hope.  As the writer has said, “as long as it is called today”.

May the living God give light to the hearts who read this.  May they consider His ways and the end of their own.  May they turn to him and live.  By Jesus, the Living God’s Son, I pray.  Amen