Tonight, for us Christians, there is no hope.
Today we have nothing to give the world, no cheerful uplifting sentiments.
Today all the cynics are right. It was all a sham. We were defrauded by our own pie-in-the-sky optimism. We wanted so much to believe in it all. God was with us.
When they came to take him they barely even noticed us. We hardly even got in their way.
The powerful governments of the world go and do whatever they want, to whomever they will, whenever they want to do it. If we had flopped down in front of their tanks they would have ground us to hamburger meat without even slowing down. If we had chained ourselves together with him they would have simply torn our limbs from their sockets.
He's dead then.
And he's taken us with him.
Nothing comes of this. Nothing starts from here. This is not the seed of any new life. This is just plain death: a scream, a whimper, a last breath, and then nothing. The soul garrotted on the threads of its own hope.
9:36:21 PM 
|
