The Lord, The Sovereign Lord, the Source of life, ever-present Righteousness, Glorious mercy and justice. He has all things, doesn’t he? He lacks nothing, how true. That’s what Sovereign means.
But let me speak to the rich man. Let me speak to the perverted drunk. Let me speak to the beautiful woman. Let me speak to the greasy whore. Let me speak to all those who have a place among Man, whether glorified or horrified; those with clean hands and those whose hands are covered with blood.
God has all things for he is all things. Yet what he does not have, he has poured out his life to gain. He does not have your love. He does not take first place in all your days, though he is first in all eternity. All creation honors His Holy Name, except here. His name is Jesus the Christ, look into it.
“You ask too much of us! You sit in your religious Chapel, carved of pure Ivory, and judge us. You have forgotten the demands of life that are far more then we can bear. We cannot put God first we must defend our home!”
Your home? Your home is a soleless pair of old shoes. Your home is a worn-out pair of jeans filled with holes, and leaving your buttocks bare. Your home is an umbrella missing it’s purposed fabric. Your home is a cave filled with Wolverines and poisonous snakes. The floor of your home cannot be cleaned! Why can’t you smell the stench of your household enemy’s feces, which lay in the crags you can’t reach? Precious place, isn’t it, this place you call your home. The place where you fear even in what you call solace. You light a lamp, but still darkness pervades.
8 “He has shown you, O mortal, what is good.
And what does the Lord require of you?
To act justly and to love mercy
and to walk humbly with your God.” (Micah 6)
He is your potential friend. He is your potential Guardian. Already he provides what you call your home.
Who causes the lava to harden? Who plants the seed of a tree in its craggy niches? Who brings the beautiful erosion to cause a paradise? Who gave you this place? Who dressed you with skin? Yet you would fear and keep him far from you?
Trust him and do the things that belong to him. Then you will have a home that is not filled with stench and death. Your home provides you no pact with death.