I NEVER KNEW YOU
MIDNIGHT APPROACHES UNMASK
SOMETIMES, DEAD IS BETTER
What the world wants of Christians in 2016 A.D. is Niceness, certainly not anything that would empower us to serve, inspire, or disciple others as we have been instructed to do. Our reputation for Christ-likeness has preceded us for 2,000 years and is known around the world. That reputation has become a very maggoty albatross hanging around our collective neck which was originally a holy dove descending from opened sky. What prevents many modern-day people from fearlessly proclaiming Christ as Saviour is the shame of being associated with the Christian religion. Niceness, finding himself a nominal member of Christ's body, is hard-pressed to reconcile the Gospel message with the in-your-face obscenity of human suffering in an evil world. Niceness has nothing to say in his own defence, and he knows it. His whole life long he waits on other members of his sheepfold to demonstrate the strength, passion, and courage demanded of him by Christ, who is Goodness incarnate. Niceness fears the scorn of men more than he adores God, which is why he'll never be a good servant or a particularly bad one. He lives not and has not the life of Christ, but rather a vicarious existence peeking at it through keyholes, longingly listening from the shadows of the doorway arch, hungrily watching others eat the bread of life.
"Get out of my way!" Goodness shouts, opening the unlocked door, stepping into the light to join those who eat the bread and live the life. As he watches his other self do these things, Niceness vanishes into the aether before he can cry out in alarm. His cravenly nature was what caused his failure. The door that lead into the Sacred Heart of Jesus, Niceness hadn't the courage to touch. The light from out that keyhole-- lux in tenebris lucet.