I must confess, O
God--it is
hard for me to
reconcile
your wrath and your
steadfast love.
Even the parable
of the unfruitful fig
tree
does not convey much
comfort.
You know I am a
sinful man, and you
know I live in a
world of sinful people,
but does that cause
you to relish
swinging sickle or
axe?
Blood for 200 miles,
as
high as a horse's
bridle?
God of my life, I
pray
it is not so.
Lectionary Readings
Ps. 42; 146; 102; 133
Zeph. 1:14-18
Rev. 14:14-15:8
Luke 13:1-9
Selected Verses
Ps. 42:8
By day the LORD commands his steadfast love,
and at night his song is with me,
a prayer to the God of my life.
and at night his song is with me,
a prayer to the God of my life.
Zeph. 1:15
[The great day of the LORD] will be a day of wrath,
a day of distress and anguish,
a day of ruin and devastation,
a day of darkness and gloom,
a day of clouds and thick darkness…
a day of distress and anguish,
a day of ruin and devastation,
a day of darkness and gloom,
a day of clouds and thick darkness…
Rev. 14:19-20
So the angel swung his sickle over the earth and gathered
the vintage of the earth, and he threw it into the great wine press of the
wrath of God. And the wine press was trodden outside the
city, and blood flowed from the wine press, as high as a horse's bridle, for a
distance of about two hundred miles.
Luke 13:7
"…So [the owner] said to the gardener, 'See here! For three years I have come looking for fruit
on this fig tree, and still I find none. Cut it down! Why should it be wasting the soil?'
…" [from Jesus' parable of the
unfruitful fig tree]
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