Thursday, February 16, 2012


Num. 11: 33 And while the flesh was yet between their teeth, ere it was chewed, the wrath of the LORD was kindled against the people, and the LORD smote the people with a very great plague.

Job 5:2 For wrath killeth the foolish man, and envy slayeth the silly one.

It has swept over her doorway in a tiptoe of silence. Hatred pounded on her door and as she stood looking, unsure if she should open it, a loud crashing sound left her no choice. In an explosion of sound, slivers of wood spread everywhere. She stood with jaw hanging open. A deluge of rain smacked her in the face cutting with its fingers, bleeding, she was knocked to the floor.

They circled round about her with their steel toe boots eagerly waiting to pounce, looking angry with gnarled lips and squinting eyes, judging, sizing up her small frail frame. As she reached to shield the light from piercing her eyes, they began kicking ceaselessly in the face, in the back and anywhere they could get their foot. A boot reached in with fierceness into her mouth and blood dripped as teeth fell to the floor.

Imagine if you will a person who is down on the floor, suffering in pain, being kicked and beaten so that they never stand again. Also look at the faces as they surround the victim as she bleeds. They all look familiar, they...were all once... people she called friend.

“What did I do? What gives you the right to treat me this way?” she says.

“Look at you. You’re pitiful. You think you can do what you want and be crowned the big thang? Not on our watch! We will not allow it.” they taunt.

She wipes the blood from her mouth and begins to try and stand and then one wobbles over, her fat little face all full of smiles, and knocks her down again. A bellow of laughter rings out and tears begin streaming from the eyes of this once pivotal person in each of their lives.

Her mind is wracked with memories, of training these very people, befriending them, praying for them, comforting them, being strong when they were weak, feeling as if she had respect from them but in one swift kick in the stomach, it all ended for her. She began ascending, lights flickering in her head, brilliant radiant streams of light took her, floating to new heights, carried away by the dawns brightness. Nothing to hold her down, she drifted farther and farther away until the stars became a welcome home.

But last breath caught in her throat. The will to live, to stay, to be part of the magnificent earth was hers once again. As she was tugged back she looked down and saw that her perpetrators had descended into a lowly abyss. Every fiber of their being was rendered useless and God’s wrath set them to slither on their bellies for all of eternity, because heaven was no place for these kind of people. Shattered they were, a compensation for damaging an already ill child of God. They wriggle and squirm as all they held true falls. They are not blameless; they have a scar across their soul that has stained them, never to be removed.

Ps. 79:Pour out thy wrath upon the heathen that have not known thee, and upon the kingdoms that have not called upon thy name.

She stands tall, she walks with ease; a smile has replaced the bloody lips. Her eyes shine with a light that will never be put out. Because what they didn’t know, no one can take away the Light of God shining within her. Yes, she has changed, she is a beacon of hope to all that seek; a light at the end of a tunnel, a promise of beauty...she is your...Angel...Always!

John 1: 5 And the light shineth in darkness; and the darkness comprehended it not.

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