Filled with pride and selfishness.
Hate and unkindness.
Picking each other apart.
Worshipping idols made with our own hands.
Bumbling across the room in self-made confusion, knives extended, in case we run into anyone and they try to hurt us in some way.
Eager to take offense, looking for it even. Segregating, separating, isolating because they are different. Not like us.
What does He think of the glass houses we’ve built?
The walls lined with decadence and immorality we don’t even try to hide, but flaunt in our bad behavior.
Worse, we put up signs celebrating it.
Hand out awards written in scarlet for things He forbid us to do, giving speeches to celebrate taboo accomplishments. Crowns made of tissue that dissolve in the wind.
What does He think of our fancy clothes and diamond rings?
Worn while we roll around in the filth beneath our feet.
Beggars, but unaware of it. Destitute, but blind to our poverty. Surrounded by clean air and crystalline waters, but drinking from mud puddles.
What does He think?
“For God so loved the world, that He gave …” (Jn 3:16)
As dead as we are, as helpless, as weak and disturbed, His response always has been love. For it is what He is made of, what constructs His every action, every motive. And the more we stumble, the further we fall, the greater His love grows.
Not weaker. He doesn’t lose strength. But He stretches further, reaches out more, if He can only get our attention, one millisecond of our time … If He can just …
Wash you, make you clean; put away the evil of your doings from before mine eyes; cease to do evil; Learn to do well; seek judgment, relieve the oppressed, judge the fatherless, plead for the widow. Come now, and let us reason together, saith the Lord: though your sins be as scarlet, they shall be as white as snow; though they be red like crimson, they shall be as wool. (Is 1:16-18)
Suzanne D. Williams