Poetry & parbles
Desperate and diseased I came to the church and feel on my knees. From the back pew I had hoped to see the king of the Jews. Then I saw the crucifix on the wall, and felt the judgment of them all. One by one they turned to glare at this sinner who had entered there. With each hypocritical stare I became more and more aware that perhaps I was not welcome there. Was it the dope or the smoke that made their fingers poke. Maybe the alcohol on my breath or my hidden lifestyle of death. Then the judge stood behind the pulpit and asked the jury to decide: pardon him or crucify? What was happening I wondered so dazed as a large wooden cross was quickly raised. Then it happened as the judge and jury surrounded me and proclaimed my guilt perceived. That I inwardly heard the word of Messiah say to me: Quickly, Leave.
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Curt Zant, not your typical author. He's had ranches in Texas and Oklahoma and has a love for the land and outdoors. During his walk with God, he has experienced the Almighty's compassion for both the Jewish people and their homeland, and wishes to relay this divine desire of restoration for Israel to the readers. Curt has recently moved to New Zealand. Purchase "I am the God of Israel" here.