March 20, 2009
Why So Long?
Dear Father in heaven,
Why do men try to dominate the conscience of other men? Why do they hate those who are different? I look out my window, the razor wire everywhere — “Don’t leave,” they say. “We want you to stay in our dominion, because you believe things that offend us.”
They say, “Read the Bible,” but when I read it to them they say, “The Bible does not mean what it says; it means what we say.” I wonder at them; I strain my mind to understand them, but it is no use. The people do not reason, but they only feel. They are offended because I explain the truth using different words than they use. They hate my measuring tape. They hate me because I do not bow the knee to their dead letters. They say the words, but they don’t know what they mean, and they do not want to know what they mean.
Why are so many afraid? Even the attorneys and judges fear — terror everywhere. Men treat other men with anger, their words are hard. They look with a staring gaze, they spit out their words of offense; they make up stories about others, accuse others for the crimes of their own imaginations. Woe to the earth, for the devil has come down to you having great wrath.
My people, remember the Sabbath day — don’t forget what I’ve taught you. Will you start the world up again? Will you wind up the spring and have to learn its vanity all over again? Oh, my sadness. My heart hardly sings anymore. I want to go away so badly, for I sit in a cave with bats that are continually dropping their guano. There’s nothing here that I desire, but that You, Father, will take my family away. I want to fly with them into the ether of Your strong reward.
The earth is filled with vain religion, the people pretend to pray and try to make others believe that they speak in tongues. They cross themselves, sprinkle their water, then go on hating as before. They go to and fro and their knowledge is increased, but they learn nothing; their minds are numb, blindly following the fantasies of their vanity. They kill without conscience; there is no remorse. They steal without a qualm while the poor go about their streets — houses empty. They point the finger at the rich, but they never suspect the cause of their own blame. Misery everywhere, dressed in jewels and fine clothes, smiling as though they believed. Hardness everywhere, strong words, fingers pointing. They look in a mirror gnashing their teeth, thinking that the image is someone else.
Foolish fantasies — they think they know right or wrong, but they know nothing, for if they knew something, they would know me. They say, “You are arrogant”; they are offended in my truth. They throw me in prison and put wire between me and my friends because they hate what I say. “See?” they say. “We are right, because you are in prison.” But it never occurs to them that they have imprisoned and murdered the Sons of God for millennia. They stone the righteous, killing us because they think that they do God service.
Father, I hate ignorance. I hate the willful mischief of those in authority. Why am I imprisoned upon the earth? It is not the razor wire alone, but the limits of earth. We walk upon the ground as would a dog. We cannot fly or even swim the depth. We must wash ourselves, defecate, and continually we must fix our teeth or put glasses upon our fading eyes.
Father, break us free. Why do You wait so long to call us? We want to hear the words, “Children, your Father calls you. Get up. Arise. Come up hither.” We want to come away from those who hate the truth and love doing so. Take us away from earth’s razor wire. Put light and glory upon the old bodies and carry us away. Let us leave behind those who love the world and want to partake of its ghosts. Take us away from those who entertain its spirits. Father, free us from earth and complete Your promise to us. Hear our heart cry and dry our eyes. Let us hear You speak the words of our deliverance.
