Collateral Damage

I find myself tired of being collateral damage. Damaged by an institution which claims glory rather than expresses humility. I'm tired of feeling as though I'm being corralled by a hired hands who choose to use a heavy rod on the sheep of the King's flock, Rather than feeling the ointment of love and wisdom which pours forth like oil from the shepherds of his field.

I tire in a place of knowing that I'm called to be a part of the Lord's flock, but I find in the waning grasps that the Rope is ending. A rope which offers two solutions. This rope could be used to fully hang this sheep in a manner that allows it to be gutted and cleaned. Leaving nothing that desires or resembles life. The other solution appears to be to let go completely of that rope and fall into the abyss of what is unknown. All though it appears unknown, it is not unknowable. Though light it seems dark due to intensity of what rises from below.

So, I'll Let Bernard finish.

Write what you will, I shall not relish it unless it tells of Jesus. Talk or argue about what you will, I shall not relish it if you exclude the name of Jesus. Jesus to me is honey in the mouth, music in the ear, a song in the heart.

beyond broken