Pastel God
We’ve painted God a soft pastel
To blend with our décor
His eyes no longer burn with fire
We don’t fear Him anymore
No more talk of blood-red sin
No more talk of hell
No fear of God resides in us
His commandments we dispel
The bloody path to
We’ve chosen to ignore
Material gain we gladly embrace
While our crosses remain on the floor
Allured by New Age philosophies
Which exalt and esteem only self
We leave the Truth for hollow lies
While His Word gathers dust on the shelf
The promises of God are packaged
And sold, like charms in a pastel box
We quote them proudly and they tickle us pink
While we blindly forget what they cost
In believing only part of the Truth
What we fail to fully perceive
Is the dangerous trade, we have just made
And in the end it’s a lie we believe
We’ve painted God a soft pastel
To blend with our décor
His eyes no longer burn with fire
We don’t fear Him anymore
05.06.06
3 comments:
So true! It's so unfortunate because we were never created to be fascinated with a pastel God. Our lack of awe and wonder, our casual attitude, concerning the truth of who God is leads so many to fall away, or never come to have a relationship with Him at all.
tracy
Thanks Tracy. I wrote this after hearing someone dear to me comment about the new crucifix in their sanctuary...and how they liked the "glorified, dressed" Jesus better than the big, bare crucifix. The other cross had him dressed in a soft pastel robe with a soft rose colored sash. She didn't want to see the "battered, naked Lord." Her comment just stuck with me, like biting into a bad pistachio, bitter. For without beholding the battered, bloody body of our Lord, we'd not ever be worthy to look upon the glorified, risen Christ.
Susie,
Thanks so much for stopping by my blog. You seem to have the soul of a poet.
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