“Lord, who has believed our report?” cried Isaiah. It is to the sinner a prophet is sent, but sinners do not see nor hear by virtue (or vice) of the fact that they are sinners. The carnal man cannot receive the things of the Spirit. And because they are sinners, they are the ones who need to hear! So then both prophet and perpetrator, both saint and sinner, both herald and hearer learn of the grace of God, without Whom is nothing possible. “Therefore He has mercy on whom He wills, and whom He wills He hardens.”
Nobody believes me;
They wince when I speak;
I give them Scriptures;
They give me notions.
They profess to love the Lord
to honor the Scriptures
to walk in righteousness and truth;
They have their own bibles
Of bits and pieces
Tailored to their doctrines
To suit their purposes.
They hate the Light;
They love their gods
And their sins.
God is anathema to them
As He is
So they change the glory of God,
They take His Name,
Giving it to gods of their own liking;
They take His words,
Wresting them to their destructions
With smiling public faces
They deceive themselves, saying,
“We suffer for His sake;
Our reward is stored up
For which we have so labored.”
Paupers, laid in the dust,
Naked, diseased, deranged,
Babbling vain repetitions,
Bled bone dry
By the gods they serve,
While I remain wealthy and healthy
And alone.
Moon River, Oct. 31, 1991