“And I will break down the wall that you have smeared with whitewash, and bring it down to the ground, so that its foundation will be laid bare. When it falls, you shall perish in the midst of it, and you shall know that I am the LORD.” Ezekiel 13:14
I may be in the minority, but I love turning to the Old Testament prophets and relishing the Gospel that drips from each page. Verses like this halt me, needfully abrasive in their gritty images of sin and our attempts to hide it. God is never fooled, and any breaking now is mercy.
The house stands gleaming, but underneath
It’s split, creaking and shaky.
Most walls are shredding from rot
Underneath the smeared whitewash of a false peace,
But no one seems to notice.
The other rooms offend,
But it’s a holy blood that soaks them deep,
Throbbing life into the uncovered filth,
And whispering of future glory
When the age of war is done and the pretty dead walls are broken,
Leaving only the true ones forever –