tims_world

I’ve been reading the OT a lot lately (like every other CFC servant) and sometimes it just seems so foreign to me. The prophets talk about Israel’s unfaithfulness and his destruction he brings upon them. That’s great, but what does that mean for me? I know the Bible’s about God but I should be able to apply something to my life. As I was thinking about it, I’m not much different from the Israelites. My generation is no different. I wrote my own lament for this generation. I don’t claim to be a poet but maybe putting the idea of the prophets into something we can relate with will call me and my generation to repent and return.

A Lament for this Generation

I created you. I formed you and made you.
I breathed a new life into you and
	opened your eyes.
I took you out of the land of your Mother and Father and
	brought you to a new land.
The U of I to seek my face.

I gave you my Word so that would you follow me but
	You forsook it and followed other words.
Words of 0's and 1's, mindless chatter online.
You threw away my Book for other books that gorged your pockets.
Magazines that warped your mind.
You dust off my word 2 times a week.
3 times a week you take it off your self.

I gave you access to me through prayer.
	But you sit infront of others.
You lie down postrate before TV's.
You meditate for hours before screens and
	don't give me 5 minutes.
You rest in beds but when will you rest in me?	

You turned from me and
	chased after gods of A's.
You forsook Me who brought you here
	and lusted after another.
One was never enough for you.

I gave you all-nighters so
	you would find your strength in me.
Yet you turned to the goddess of Starbucks
You depended on another, one of caffeine for strength.
I gave you C's to remind you of my goodness.
To remind you of my blessings in the past but
	all the more you loved another.
Day and night you toiled for those A's.

It was never enough. You were never satisfied.
A's were not enough, You craved Money.
Slaved and sold yourselves for Money.
You sold your children to others' daycares so
	you could pursue Money
You sacrificed innocent blood to pursue the gods of green paper

So I gave you into money.
You Slaved away for 12 hours a day for something you could not use.
For something that would not satisify
You chased after gods of Armani and Coach to satify your desires
Things that would not last the season.
Things that would go out of fashion.
You bought computers that would be outdated in a week.
You bought games that would last a few months.
You traded in one idol for another.
Always looking for the next big thing.

When will I be that Big Thing?
Am I the God who created you not big enough?
When will you stop looking for that Perfect Love in others?
Remember it was I who loved you first!
I loved you with the blood of my own Son.
When will you stop trying to make a name for yourself and
	remember my Name?
When will you stop chasing after the wind
Things that will not satisfy and
	return to Me who lavishes you with things that will last.
Stop looking for your fill in other things.
When will I ever be enough for you?

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