Up on the roof top not caring to climb down and collect my belongings before fleeing the wrath to come.  Not too sure I really want to accumulate a lot these days as it becomes increasingly apparent that the return of the Lord for His church draws near.  I find myself feeling more and more the citizen of another world and less at home in what I once perceived the greatest place on Earth.  Little did I know how correct that statement had been.

Father, how long will this folly persist?  How many must blaspheme Your Holy Name before the time for recompense arrives?  How far must we dredge the depths of wickedness probing for a new bottom in the muck and mire?  I pray for them Lord as you’ve commanded but it breaks my heart to see and hear their flippant deconstruction of Your Majesty.

They seem to want to have an argument with me about the loopholes in relative righteousness.  Somehow perceiving that nullifying my opinion or making me the stooge will free them from culpability for actions they cannot accept as destructive.  As if negating my opinion or point of view releases them from the facts or reality of our participation in a world-wide, roller coaster ride toward twisted track in the approaching darkness.

They are loath to accept that my view matters little, their true argument is with their Creator.  Your Word states right and wrong and no amount of persecuting me will ever free them from their dis-synchronous existence within Your construct.  I am a constant reminder, a gadfly, a bur in the saddle and though I say nothing, I somehow represent an irritant stinging the third eye of their festering psyches.  Simply, my being alive, believing in Christ Jesus, makes me their enemy.  I don’t know how that is possible but I understand what prompts them and that Your Word clearly predicted millennia ago this precise scenario.

They have to make me wrong or they cannot be right.  How sad and nonsensical, yet unfortunately for all concerned, true.  It matters not how many times I tell them that I love them, they are compelled to hate me.  At some point they will need to confront me with ill intent to instruct me to silence.  In the grand scheme of things, my tribulation accounts for little as I get to be with the Lord, in this world and the next.  Hallelujah, Glory to God in the Highest.  Peace toward all men.  Praise Jesus My King.  Blessed be that Mighty Name.