Bimeathest

Chapter Thirty-Seven: Last resort

For I so love the world, that I have never made tortured flesh any part of forever embracing My beloved children. No more lies inscribed in blood upon the skin of the lamb. No falser shepherds to feed wolves in My name. In My name, have such hateful acts been done; as to cause many with a human heart within to cringe and turn away from Me. By the evil they do, then lay at My feet; My name has been stained by oceans of innocent blood. They worship only themselves; of Me, they know nothing. I am neither absent, mute, nor a vain and insecure tyrant. I am not as they imagine. I am not as they have claimed.

Blood is neither mercy nor forgiveness, but only retribution and revenge. You rise not upon innocent blood, but by Loving Wisdom, augmented by grace. Having placed within you that gentle voice of conscience, would I demand the unconscionable? None can begin to know all that I am. They may not presume to insist. None can possibly know every path to Me. They may not