"I come to this magnificent house of worship tonight..."
The Father stood outside a church in Heaven, speaking to a crowd of silent angels. It was after the girl, Ivy, had mysteriously disappeared. It was an unusual circumstance and he wanted to assure them of how things would be true, of how God would find a way.
"...because my conscience leaves me no other choice."
He had taken a speech from Earth itself, by a successful preacher there. He was a radical man, and the Father distrusted his ideals, but some of the speech...with adjustments, it could work.
"A true revolution of values will take the Earth and Hell and say 'This way of settling differences is not just'. This business of tolerating sin, of filling God's homes with depravity and weakness...of causing love where love does not belong...of sending men back to their homes with radical thoughts against the order..." the Father shook his head. "This cannot be reconciled with wisdom, justice and love."
He held a few of the traitors behind him, around twenty or so, all sitting on a bench that was held by chains. Chains which also held them to the bench. They sat above a large pool, or so it seemed. These people had spoken out against him. When three of them came back to Heaven after a mission, they had been claiming that while away from Heaven, they had found different versions of their Book. Versions that stated some radical and different things. And they had brought those back and started to share that knowledge. Intolerable.
"Cannot be reconciled with wisdom, justice and love." he repeated again as the bench collapsed and they fell into the burning hot water. These people had been denied of any water for four days. Let them understand their weakness. Their thirst symbolised their urge and love of sin, and now the Father had surrounded them with sin. This was the logical conclusion.
The dying men and women began to drink the burning, poisoned water and started to die either from poison, drowning or burns. No matter what the sin killed them by, the result was the same. He hoped that his flock would remember this lesson.
"Their actions cannot be reconciled with wisdom, justice and love." he repeated once more, his voice becoming more stern.
"Cannot be reconciled with wisdom, justice and love." the crowd repeated. "Cannot be reconciled with wisdom, justice and love."
"Cannot be reconciled with wisdom, justice and love."
The Father stood outside a church in Heaven, speaking to a crowd of silent angels. It was after the girl, Ivy, had mysteriously disappeared. It was an unusual circumstance and he wanted to assure them of how things would be true, of how God would find a way.
"...because my conscience leaves me no other choice."
He had taken a speech from Earth itself, by a successful preacher there. He was a radical man, and the Father distrusted his ideals, but some of the speech...with adjustments, it could work.
"A true revolution of values will take the Earth and Hell and say 'This way of settling differences is not just'. This business of tolerating sin, of filling God's homes with depravity and weakness...of causing love where love does not belong...of sending men back to their homes with radical thoughts against the order..." the Father shook his head. "This cannot be reconciled with wisdom, justice and love."
He held a few of the traitors behind him, around twenty or so, all sitting on a bench that was held by chains. Chains which also held them to the bench. They sat above a large pool, or so it seemed. These people had spoken out against him. When three of them came back to Heaven after a mission, they had been claiming that while away from Heaven, they had found different versions of their Book. Versions that stated some radical and different things. And they had brought those back and started to share that knowledge. Intolerable.
"Cannot be reconciled with wisdom, justice and love." he repeated again as the bench collapsed and they fell into the burning hot water. These people had been denied of any water for four days. Let them understand their weakness. Their thirst symbolised their urge and love of sin, and now the Father had surrounded them with sin. This was the logical conclusion.
The dying men and women began to drink the burning, poisoned water and started to die either from poison, drowning or burns. No matter what the sin killed them by, the result was the same. He hoped that his flock would remember this lesson.
"Their actions cannot be reconciled with wisdom, justice and love." he repeated once more, his voice becoming more stern.
"Cannot be reconciled with wisdom, justice and love." the crowd repeated. "Cannot be reconciled with wisdom, justice and love."
"Cannot be reconciled with wisdom, justice and love."
The real one, by the way
This business of burning human beings with napalm, of filling our nation's homes with orphans and widows, of injecting poisonous drugs of hate into veins of peoples normally humane, of sending men home from dark and bloody battlefields physically handicapped and psychologically deranged, cannot be reconciled with wisdom, justice and love.- Martin Luther King Jr.
