Jonestown

22JAN08

 Jonestown

You think you are sipping wine from crystal goblets; pinkies out, diamonds shining at an elite soiree held by the Dean Of Harvard where no one is wearing white because it is well past labor day, but--in reality--you are drinking Kool-Aid out of paper cups with crumpled rims and faded blue flowers stamped on the outside.

You see prosperity, but you are Impoverished and you just keep sipping Kool-Aid.

You think you are eating a five course meal, prepared by the foremost vegan chef in the world, complete with salad, sprouts and soy milk, but--in reality--you are eating the contents of the Folgers can stored underneath the stove that is filled with the bacon drippings from the last five months, followed by a super-sized Big Mac salad.

You see oneness and community, but you are drinking Kool-Aid, Alone and Separated.

You think you are drinking the freshest, crispest, coolest, and cleanest spring water, ladled out, just now, from the very source itself, but--in reality--you are drinking Kool-Aid, and not just any flavor of Kool-Aid, either. You are drinking that disgusting, nasty grape flavor!!! BLECH!! 

You see purity and responsibility and enlightenment, but you are Muddied and Selfish and Confused and you just keep swilling Kool-Aid.

You think you are welcoming health at the gym; muscles bulging, hearts pumping, sweat glistening, but--in reality--you are sitting on a faded couch with the coils sticking out of it; a glass of Kool-Aid sitting on the end table, one hand scratching your hairy, fat belly under a threadbare wife-beater and clutching a drumstick fried in lard in your other one. The shrieks and cries of your 18 children are coming through the torn front screen-door of your mobile home. 

You see health, but you are eating LARD...and slowly dying...and you just keep GULPING Kool-Aid.

I have some water. I’m begging you...Please...come drink some.

Luke 17:1-2