It happened two weeks ago.
I yelled at somebody when I should have chatted. I judged instead of questioned him. I attacked instead of approached.
I Could Spin It
I can tell you a thousand reasons why I did. I could even spin it so you would be on my side. Yet at the end of that exertion, you would be deceived, and I would still be wrong. I was overwrought.
I didn’t need a hammer when a toothpick would have been just as effective. It wasn’t necessary to scorch the Earth when no fire was required.
I did it because I could.
I was offended and I wanted to make sure the person who offended me felt as small and insignificant as possible.
Following this indiscretion, I was briefly tempted to be self-righteous. But there is a seed inside me which has grown into a full, blooming Tree of Life, which will not allow me to hide my motivations or make excuses for my iniquity.
Understand, there’s nothing special about me.
I’m an average person—not particularly a great guy. Just a dude.
Yet I found it intolerable to live with my bratty behavior. It bugged the hell out of me and the heaven into me. I had to make it right.
I didn’t want to.
My position, my prowess and my pride screamed that this one little breach of propriety was nothing, and I had a large enough resume that I should be forgiven no matter what.
This is the bullshit that shows up right after the bull does its dance—and the dancing bull always believes he’s right because he’s powerful. So he figures that where he shits shouldn’t matter. Everybody knows he’s a bull anyway.
Where is the Bonfire of Sanity?
I don’t want to live that way. I’ve never wanted to live that way. And since I’m just a “God-loves-me-anyway-piece-of-shit,” it tears at my soul that we live in a nation in which we can’t find two decent people to rub together to ignite the bonfire of sanity.
Our Attorney General has been thrust into an impossible situation—but still squeaks like a mouse.
The Democratic Party seems to be disappointed that there isn’t more filth to parade in front of the American people.
And our President is proud that his lame-brain ideas were not enacted by his staff and is taking a bow for being protected from his pending bloopers.
Is there anyone who could be just as contrite, torn-apart and upset as I am? I, who am the “me”—who am not much of anything?
On a normal day I would say that I am the chief of sinners, but I keep getting voted out of the position as the Tribal Council brings worse candidates forward for consideration.
Is there anyone who will join me in saying that there will be no justice until we finally confess the injustice in all of us?
Is the search for power so intoxicating that our consciences are rendered powerless?
I am tired of watching people who should be more intelligent, more forward-thinking, and more qualified than me act worse than I do. How could anybody find a lower position of character than I often portray?
Yet they do.
America Needs to be Cleansed from All Unrighteousness
But according to tradition, God is only faithful and just to do that once we’re willing to confess our sins.
Published by Jonathan Cring