To what can my master be compared? I would struggle to find an example. I would go so far as to say that He can’t be compared to anything, or anyone; but because he is a man, I can say something about that.
He’s tall, slimly built and is largely hidden in his appearance by a thick beard and a darkness which spreads across the eerie features of his face, although his face is beautiful and haunting. His hair is a shock of matted black hair. His eyes are like coal; a fire, seemingly dancing in the recesses of his soul, flickers across their surface. He wears a heavy, black, woollen robe, badly burnt from all the occasions when he’s walked through the fire. He wears black leather boots, swollen and cut from the times when he’s faced the raging rivers in this life.
When he’s angry, he hisses wild, painful, rebukes at the darkness. He is so similar to the night that you wouldn’t be able to tell that he is good, not from his appearance at least. He wanders across fields and lives in holes in the ground, destitute and oppressed. He looks like an enemy and is dressed like a thief.
He’s been beaten, whipped, ridiculed, abused, vitiated, vandalised and hated from the day he was born but He never turns to hate. He gives life to you when you are unaware of his presence, like a guardian, tending your soul while you sleep but he is unaware of you during the day, and if you look at him then you will not be met by his gaze. If you catch his gaze, it will be as though he doesn’t see you; his eyes will seem blank and unresponsive, and he will move past you and onwards and will not look back.
He holds onto nothing or anyone and yet owns all things. He straddles the void of the abyss and laughs at the threats coming from the darkness, throwing his head back and screaming wildly, yet he gives himself willingly and unreservedly in order to protect you from whatever is thrown out of the deep, to the destruction of his own soul, never regretting a single sacrifice or asking for a single penny in return.
He’s here to avert the darkness of man.
My master’s crazy, a startling enigma. And many years ago, I willingly made myself his servant.
About thorndale12
This blog is a parody of the lifestyle and behaviours and mindsets that led to my fall from the grace from a privileged and relatively stable up-bringing to my social demise and ultimate humiliation (at the hands of my peers), and that also ultimately led me to find God and repair my life, having become reconciled to those I hurt wherever possible.
It is not an apology, rather a tongue-in-cheek piss-take, and was written during a dark time in my life when I had turned from my sin and had begun to repair my life, but none of the (particularly) social graces had been returned to me. You have all had a lot of laughs at my expensive and this response, although inappropriate in many people's eyes, was a powerful coping mechanism in my recovery and for the hope that it might make a positive difference in other people's lives if I did not turn back from my repentance, I did not turn back because I had managed to divert my obsessions from malefaction to more healthy pursuits.
I think taking drugs is a very bad idea and I would strongly urge everyone never to do this. I escaped from my life of sin by the grace of God but not everyone is so lucky and drug and alcohol addiction are serious and often fatal behaviour problems. We are living in an age where dependency is a very bad idea so please turn to God if you have alcohol and drug related problems - he has helped me repair my life from a position of almost total destruction and he will do the same for you.
If I ever accede to a position of responsibility in the world, I am likely to come under a lot of persecution as a result of this blog and while it is not intended to cause offence, I don't care if you're offended by this. Whether or not it brings my downfall remains to be seen but I can rest assured that whatever I do, some, or many of you are going to accuse me of doing the wrong thing anyway. On the basis of this truth I've published this blog.
I hope you find God, in whatever form you find him, and that he helps you live lives that are worthy of him and you. And always remember: "You will be accepted if you do what is right. But if you refuse to do what is right, then watch out! Sin is crouching at the door, eager to control you. But you must subdue it and be its master." Genesis 4:7
God is no respecter of persons - what has happened to me could happen to you, for "time and circumstance happen to all people"; so be careful how you judge, for "one day you too will be judged."
And I might also say that whether you believe God or not, the promises he gives are true nevertheless!
Psalm 7:
I come to you for protection, O Lord My God. Save me from my persecutors - rescue me! If you don't, they will maul me like a lion, tearing me to pieces with on one to rescue me. O Lord my God, if I have done wrong or am guilty of injustice, if I have betrayed a friend or plundered my enemy without cause, then let my enemies capture me. Let them trample me into the ground and drag my honour in the dust.
Arise, O Lord, in anger! Stand up against the fury of my enemies! Wake up, my God, and bring justice! Gather the nations before you. Rule over them from on high. The Lord judges the nations. Declare me righteous, O Lord, for I am innocent, O Most High! End the evil of those who are wicked, and defend the righteous. For you look deep within the mind and heart, O righteous God.
God is my shield, saving those whose hearts are true and right. God is an honest judge. He is angry with the wicked every day.
If a person does not repent, God will sharpen his sword; he will bend and string his bow. He will prepare his deadly weapons and shoot his flaming arrows.
The wicked conceive evil; they are pregnant with trouble and give birth to lies. They dig a deep pit to trap others, then fall into it themselves. The trouble they make for others backfires on them The violence they plan falls on their own heads.
I will thank the Lord because he is just; I will sing praise to the name of the Lord Most High.
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