Sometimes you’re beautiful.
You make Heaven crash into Earth.
You make the Gospel real –
Good News incarnate.
And then sometimes,
you bring hell into our “home.”
You are Abraham and he/we are Isaac.
Bound with wood,
Ready to be stabbed to death,
And set aflame.
A burnt offering to your god perhaps.
Is it fear that drives you?
If so, what are you afraid of?
And yet, I/We trusted you.
Broke bread with you.
Maybe it was the drink that did it.
No wonder this felt so familiar.
This is not how the Kin-dom is to come.
And to think, I had faith in you.
– inspired by Genesis 22:1-19
shout out to Silas for this gem. 💎