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Jonestown
22 Jan 08 Tuesday Current mood: distraught
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 world's foremost vegan chef,
complete with salad, sprouts and soy milk; but in reality, you are eating the
contents of the Folger's can stored underneath the stove that is filled with the
bacon drippings from the last 5 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 while the other one clutches a drumstick fried in lard. 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
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