Numb, Dumbed, and Asleep
I can see their eyes, though I know they’re not open. And I don’t know why. I see people agreeing to things, affirming things, saying things that are ungodly, self-serving, and divisive. And why does it sound like they’re all reading from the same script? It’s the same exact grossly unintelligent argument sets repeated by people who are full of words and emptied of thought. Speaking to be heard with no intent to hear. They cannot sense the cold shock or grief with which my spirit responds. Godless. I have no rebuttal, only the urge to create distance as I would from a sleepwalker.
“Surprise us with love at daybreak;
then we’ll skip and dance all the day long.
Make up for the bad times with some good times;
we’ve seen enough evil to last a lifetime.”
Where are the drummers? Where are the trumpets? Where is the soap box where I can hear your speeches and your prophecies? You’re silent while so much soul blinding, nerve numbing, intelligence dumbing is sweeping through unchecked. It’s a dark cloak in a sleeping orphanage. It’s a heavy, light-blocking spirit. Like a virus, it has gone through halls of your life, the corridors of your churches, and switched off every light in your classrooms. And the grief I’m feeling is that you’re still in there going through the motions like you didn’t notice the change.
How long have your lights been off? Wake up!
“A worthless person, a wicked man, goes about with crooked speech, winks with his eyes, signals with his feet, points with his finger, with perverted heart devises evil, continually sowing discord; therefore calamity will come upon him suddenly; in a moment he will be broken beyond healing.
There are six things that the Lord hates, seven that are an abomination to him: haughty eyes, a lying tongue, and hands that shed innocent blood, a heart that devises wicked plans, feet that make haste to run to evil, a false witness who breathes out lies, and one who sows discord among brothers.”
Wake up. Your lack of righteous anger will have me screaming into your rooms, flickering the lights, banging on your walls. You’re supposed to be the Church. Where are you?
Evil never wins and prayer works. I will carry a candle through your streets, searching for any sign of life, and praying with my eyes open.
Photo Cred: Clay Banks