them into arenas where they entertained
the masses and were killed. God frowned
upon this, I am sure. Down the Romans
went, a month or more of high school history,
learning Latin for the roots, their gods
and myths now studied more for literary musing
than much else. Declining culture, subsequent
invasions and Europe plunged into an odd conflicting darkness. Christians worshipped as they wished, but something evil
worked its way into the mix.
Themselves the brunt of jeers and beatings and
interrogations in years past; delivered now from
enemies in government, expected grace, forgiveness
didn't follow, or they wouldn't likely have embraced
such cruelty. Where was Christ's love? Becoming
like the very ones who persecuted in the past, the tortures
they devised did not make God in heaven frown
this time. His children! So depraved! A hundred
years it lasted, during which he wept. He may be
weeping now, for all I know, for grace again is often
not what Christians show to those around them
without faith, or with a different kind.
(c) Ellen Gillette, 2014
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