Chosen People

 Chosen People

 

I think I know how God felt

about His people in the desert:

“What’s WRONG with them?”

They had a heritage

that they chose not to uphold. 

They had promises from God—so MUCH—

but it was not enough.

They turned away, and so

He drowned them in a flood.

He sent them to Egypt as captive labor.

He rescued them and fed them

in the desert—

And they built a golden calf to spite Him.

 

What’s wrong with us?

We were the light of the world—

Hope burning bright in the harbor:

the golden door, promising

work and reward and peace and safety.

It’s not enough

that we have so much—

we need to hoard it for ourselves,

to close the door, to be “great again.”

 

Let me tell you a secret.

We can’t be great while others starve.

We can’t be great while others drown

In pursuit of freedom.

We can’t be great while others suffer.

The religion of “me” and “mine”

must give way to “ours”

if we are ever to have peace,

if we are ever to be safe.