The following is a sermon based of David’s experience of desolation and failure in a place called Ziklag.
It’s hard to know where the seed of bitterness began
Perhaps before the dawn of man
When an angel of light,
Wasn’t satisfied with reflecting someone else’s might. Continue reading “Bitterness”
In a culture of stark cynicsim and impossible statues, He pulled the rug out from under of the palaces of religion. His hands were busy in the workhouse of mercy. His eyes turned toward the desperate. His feet stepped toward the outcast. His voice uttered grace and truth. Every step was questioned by those in power.