Undisturbed


What to say in regard to this? Let God speak.

I wake into the necessary. From a fitful series of dreams to the reality of a nightmare. And what does this nightmare look like? I can speak to myself with understanding, but how do I speak to those who do not have understanding and do not even consider their lack important.

The best I can surmise by what I perceive has to do with worms again. They dig through the dirt, leaving a line of excrement. In their tiny estimation, they think they are something they are not. They all tell each other that what they’re doing is the best it can be done.

People are so proud of their own accomplishments, despite the fear that churns in their soul.

Desperately they claw to find meaning, but instead of turning to the One who made them, they look around and compare humanity: “ What must I do to join as if I’m sane and in control?”

The majority of humanity has nothing of God in them. They stagger to the grave, adorning themselves with useless things for the sake of avoiding their true plight. And if they encounter anyone who speaks like I am speaking now they toss their heads back, turn around and walk away.

Straight to condemnation they move, while the entirety of the living God is made available to proclaim to them. They find anything at all to replace it. The gospel is fully displayed throughout the entirety of the world. But they make a thrashing all about them to keep the gospel at a distance lest they perceive where their footsteps are going.

The nightmare I wake to every morning is their plight. What can I do to help? No amount of sugar can erase the taste from their being.

I don’t write this post with any particular human being in mind. I write this post to the mass of lemmings 4 foot from the cliff.