“What misery is mine! I am like one who gathers summer fruit at the gleaning of the vineyard; there is no cluster of grapes to eat, none of the early figs that I crave. The godly have been swept from the land; not one upright man remains. All men lie in wait to shed blood; each hunts his brother with a net. Both hands are skilled in doing evil; the ruler demands gifts, the judge accepts bribes, the powerful dictate what they desire- they all conspire together. The best of them is like a brier, the most upright worse than a thorn hedge. The day of your watchmen has come, the day God visits you. Now is the time of their confusion.” (Reference: Micah 7;1-4)
I am set once again to quote and comment on Menno Simons’ critiquing the church leaders of the time, warning them, “Do not excuse yourselves, dear sirs, and judges, because you are the servants of the emperor. . . . Do not usurp the judgment and kingdom of Christ, for He alone is the ruler of the conscience, and besides Him there is none other . . . . You must hearken to God above the emperor, and obey God’s Word more than that of the emperor. If not, then you are the judges of whom it is written in Micah . . . “ He tells them, “Let Him [God] be your emperor in this matter and His holy Word your edict, and you will soon have enough of storming and slaying.” I am sure Simons’ lament would be like Micah’s that the godly and upright are no longer in the land. But I am weary of hearing such laments and explaining again that it is not fair too condemn a large group for what just a handful do.
But then I remember my own peeves against politicians and such. How can I critique Simons when I myself long to lash out and the social and political pundit and “movers/shakers” when their beliefs do not coincide with mine. And Simons does have the greater peeve, for his “pundits” were putting people to death rather than just putting them down!
But you know what? I am tired of all of them. Simons and all the others’ rants and rhetoric. Modern day political/social commentators and all of the news media who feeds on it and feeds it to us. I am weary of this person criticizing that person for what they said about another person. I am tired of hearing about it and reading about it. I am tired of it all!
The misery is mine! I long to gather peace and harmony – shalom. But it is not there! The branches are empty of any good fruit! As to the godly and upright? Well . . . they are there. You are there beloved. Do you tire of it also? The murder – make no mistake, there is loss of life – and the verbal murder – fueled at times with anger that could kill with a look. Where is the peace beloved? Let us look for it, gather it where we may. Selah!