Who gave you permission? A higher calling? I’m no saint, but I see the herds being lead astray. I have never been one to stand by and not take a swing. Bastard ones of a generation, guilt by association, you find us faithless by assumtion. Say these words and feel better about dying giving change to the poor and praying for the world. Maybe your God is tired of hearing the same story. Maybe your God is tired of hearing that same old story, that your wealth is a blessing to be hoarded to live a life of luxury, while my wife struggles to pay the bills. And you look down upon me because I am in jail?
What bothers me is not the God they hold so close but the selfishness they deny to help them sleep at night. Because it’s been 5 days and nights since I’ve slept and I relive those last seconds every time I try to step forward thinking I am responsible for a child’s death and my family’s suffering, oh, I am struggling to understand grace from a God whose servants show none to me.