"Reproach hath broken my heart; and I am full of heaviness: and I looked for some to take pity, but there was none; and for comforters, but I found none. They gave me also gall for my meat; and in my thirst they gave me vinegar to drink." Psalm 69:20-21
The chapter goes on to describe the curse of God that the Psalmist will see in the life of the oppressor, the transgressor, the lessor of two evils, who signs a contract with their own destruction
With every breath of aloofness and malice that they
Take;
One involuntary heartbeat away from hell as they are,
At any given moment.
And yet the tendency to wipe one's mouth with luxury and virtue,
Inexplicably persists.
Perhaps that's you, and you monitor my channels with a mixture of malice and regret, knowing deep down that you owe me, even as the culture screams to the contrary, and that you actually believe you are
Entitled to destroy,
While paradoxically remaining
Entitled to Heaven and forgiveness
For sins you are aware of, but are too prosperous to take responsibility for,
Even as your conscience screams at you from the antechambers of hell itself,
Telling you not to go there,
So you attempt to atone for your sanctimony and betrayal
By following the social media channels of he whom you used for your own selfish purposes,
While not actually doing...
Anything.
If that's you, and I can count the people to whom it might (and does) apply on one hand,
I have good news for you.
The reason your attempts to atone for your own sins don't work
Is because they are not necessary.
If you feel guilty for using me, take heart. The God of the homeless is against you at the moment, but all you have to do is get on your knees in the privacy of the palace of malice and guilt you have built at my (and others') expense,
And repent. Just do it. Show yourself to be as strong as the world has been falsely telling you you are for... What...
30 years?!?!
And take responsibility for something more fitting for a warrior of God than a mortgage payment and a phone bill,
And own it. Just do it. You'll feel better.
I promise.
After that, if you want to pay me back for having used me, hit me up and we'll make an arrangement. Or just drop some heavy coin on me on the regular, and help me get off this mountain for good. Not to atone for your sins,
But out of gratitude for being free from them. Like Scrooge at the end of the Christmas story. He isn't buying his way into Heaven,
He's tearing up the lease on his own destruction out of joy that he doesn't have to.
Or you can continue to let your pants come flying off at the slightest breeze, pretending that strength is defined by indulging every appetite as immediately as possible,
In which case I fear the God of the homeless will reject you in the final hour, at which point you will have no choice but to roil in the burning marinade of your own sanctimony for eternity,
Which unfortunate fate will not be lacking in memories of me,
And also this,
Perhaps your final warning.
The God of the homeless loves you. No one living is beyond hope. Rich, poor, whatever. Doesn't matter. But you have to make a move. You have to take a step.
Do it now.
I have pasted a comment below, which I left on the video at the bottom of this article. Being poor is no guarantee of existential humility. I think it's worth noting that the God of the Bible is indeed the God of the poor. In spirit, if not in gold.
"Blessed are the poor in spirit: for theirs is the kingdom of heaven." Matthew 5:3
The donation links are at the bottom of this article, and the email address associated with my Zelle account is [email protected]. It is worth noting that I do not feel entitled to your donations; rather, I look forward to them as a sign that you have reached your Christmas Future moment, and have finally embraced the spiritual poverty necessary for repentance, which is the narrow gate that leads to life, and have abandoned the habit of begging the devil in your pants for love at last.
Good luck, and thanks for listening.
N
YouTube @pablosmoglives
Homeless Christian here, and I get it, living in the woods/desert/parking lot for decades has separated me from almost everything I see, including cultural Christianity. I just don't think the culture cancels out the doctrine.
What you say about doing vs. believing is 100 percent spot-on, but it isn't necessarily exclusive from the doctrine. Christ Himself said the foxes have their holes and the birds have their nests but the Son of Man has no place to lay His head. So, maybe it isn't the doctrine that's the problem, but rather the separation between the disenfranchised and those who spend a weekend outdoors "camping," presumably for "fun." I always tell them, it isn't camping if you're not going home. They look at me as though I were doctrinally unsound, from a place of "taking a vacation" rather than being perpetually vacated. But it doesn't have anything to do with Christianity. At least, it shouldn't.
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