The fuse is lit.....

This couldn't wait.....

There's a war brewing. Cannons are lit and powder is packed, projectiles aimed deadly straight.

How can people be so inconsiderate and how can I feel sorry for them. How can they be fashionable late while they are wearing blood stained garments.
Am I supposed to feel compassion? Do I really have to pretend I understand? Do I have to lie to myself and pretend I believe that they gave it their all and even though a small lie may or may not be in the picture, that they are still good people?
Good people??? It's trivial really...the little things, not seriously important, but the same little things that define the greater outcome. The same little things that determine the rise and fall of hope, trust, faith, and consideration. Do people not even consider anything beyond themselves?
Thank God we do not have to rely on our own goodness. We all would burn. And certainly whether premeditated or not, our failures will bleed through any garments we wear if we can't even all out strive for being the best of His.
Being His.....where are we? Lost among the sleeping goats or the blind and broken sheep that are tied up in the slaughterhouse. Where are we???!!! And do any of us need to commune with goats or blood bathing sheep in order to do our work? I'd rather push them off the cliff while they're sleeping or shut the door to the slaughterhouse, because I find it difficult to 'want to' rescue them when they are wallowing in filth for fun, or snicker at goodness, or yes even sometimes make jest of Him.
Who is it we are supposed to be fighting against?
Is it the demons inside ourselves, or the demons inside others?

I used to feel sorry for them. Sorry that they couldn't know something that very few of us do. Used to want to help. Used to care and hope that oneday they might open their eyes. Used to try to set a good example so maybe, just maybe they would see something you can't see anywhere else.....
But today....after another episode of inconsideration that I was witness of....
.....Today, they are our enemies. As it will be until the battle has been won.
I will not feel sorry for them. They had their chance to walk through the gate. A gate that is still open...but closing quickly. Closing quickly....
I will not lie to myself believing these people have their whole lives to see, to change, to repair, to mend, to work it out and find their way. They are already dead. Dead. Do not cry for the dead.
And this thing called love....steadfast, enduring, everlasting.....it is Him that I love and His people.....not those who harm them. Not those who step over them. Not those who scoff and pretend it's all a fable.
If they could have been there.....among the garden, if they could remember...if they could have been lifted up into His arms, if they could have seen Him, heard Him, spoke with Him...if they could just listen, look, even give it a thought....they wouldn't have ever missed the treasure....and they wouldn't be lost in their own dark fairy tale, they'd be awake with us in the real world where even though the beasts roam wild....He walks beside us.