Father Grant me This One thing
No rest for the
weary. A true statement, I was weary, I was beyond that truly.
Desperation invaded my being, anxieties clutched my mind, sorrow
shrouded the light I was supposed to emit.
These puny beings, their minds full of devious hatreds, their hearts
black, their hands stained with blood. Their mouths dripping words that
were sweet as honey until they touched the tongue, causing the masses
to vomit. Deeds that defy the imagination even of Beelzebub.
I was sent here to find the righteous. I was sent here to protect
the meek because, they would inherit the earth. The mild mannered I
would gather together. Some of the great scholars, I was to sit with
them and have a meeting of the minds. What did the great men think?
I found no meek, they were not mild mannered. Where are the wise
men?
Still, these pathetic creatures were loved, loved so much that a son
was given. Loved so much a life was given. Loved even still when the
heart of the Most High had been hurt, and His tears watered the earth 40
days and 40 nights.
I was not allowed to judge. My report had to be unbiased and
objective.
"Father please forgive me... I don't want to be like the other
before me, but make my heart understand, what is the thing that makes
you love them so much? Father, they do not love you. They rape, murder,
steal, lie, cheat. Father they kill their children. Their ambitions
are only evil all the time, they conspire and lay in wait for their
fellow man. Their tongues are like dull swords, carrying partial
truths. They are filthy, vile and disgusting in their disrespect for
you. Please Father, destroy me if you will, I will stand still in the
flames if you will but allow me this one thing, their destruction."
And this is what my roaming through this place you call earth has
earned me, the displeasure of the Father, the turning of His face away
from me. My penance, to walk this miserable place, to learn obedience,
to try to change such a hard hearted, stiff necked people. I scream out
to the heavens, I shout to the empty sky. I am most to be pitied, but
you, He loves you.
However, I do have my comfort... Armageddon!
