Inspired by Psalm 2
What is it with people? Why do they want to fight and argue and fuss? From the rich and the powerful to the man on the street, no one is happy; everyone pushes and shoves and puts himself forward: Pay attention to me, I’m number one!
Cabals strive to control the planet; wrapping up the earth’s resources, spiders spinning their economic web: It is all ours! You must bow down and worship our flag, our faith, our corporate logo.
“I AM,” they say, with a wicked grin, “Is indeed God’s name. It’s me! I am the only god there is! I have established my kingdom, and no one can displace me.”
God must laugh at their presumption. How they dare to lay claim to the riches designed for all humanity? How dare they cut down and destroy and imagine they do so with impunity? How dare they sneer and smirk and scorn God’s holy Creation?
What if one day God got angry, really angry? What if God decided to play by their rules and chose do to them as they have done to others?
What if the All-Powerful unleashed an avenging army against the wicked: turning evil back upon the evildoers, laying bare their deceptions, destroying their plots, defiling their treasures?
What would be left if they lost their riches, these self-absorbed and self-deceived?
What if every crook and con artist was called to account? What if the lords of commerce were suddenly cast down? What if dishonest politicians were deposed, corporate criminals were prosecuted, and corrupt judges were jailed?
Here’s what God told me, “You are my child; you have been born into My family. Ask what you will, and I will give you brothers and sisters — companions on the journey; and all the earth as your own. You will break the evildoers’ power; their kingdoms will shatter like glass.”
So wise up, you one-percenters; pay attention, O rulers of the earth. Respect the Almighty; don’t try to act like little gods — or you will die, miserable and unmourned; an evil-doer hated by all, even God himself.
Deborah Beach Giordano
© January 2015