Wrote this recently -- not sure exactly when. It reflects part of my own struggle to trust God and love people in the midst of doing "ministry."
I know the prophet's woe--
frustration that God's people
do not, cannot, will not see
their blindness,
will not quench
their thirst except with cola,
their hunger but with chips and candy;
they wonder why they grow obese
but waste away inside.
The prophet's tears--
frustration that the people blame
God's servants, clamor
More More More
when all God's gifts are in their midst
and in their power--
petulant, they sneer
"You're not enough for us"
when they are God's provision.
The prophet's brethren--
God's own servants-- lose the will
to stand upright, to fight
the people's clamor and resist
demands of consumption
subsuming worship--
then the prophet stands alone.
No comments:
Post a Comment