How could Organisational Management do this? But they don’t know what it is they’re doing. Lord, forgive them, for they know not what they do …
Don’t they need intercession? Someone to die for all the Organisational Management sins?
We should pray for them. We pray for them, just as we should pray for ourselves. For what they have done. For what they continue to do. Their terrible plans.
Forgive them, father. Forgive them, because they do not know.
And so cold. And so bitter. And so ravaged. And so ravaging.
Their ice-Babylon. Their pathetic towel of Babel.
They’ll burn in Hell, the Organisational Managers. In cold Hell!
The campus, in defiance. A city, in defiance. A metal fist – clutched against the sky.
An affront! A defiance! An insult to God! To the Most High!
The punishment will be terrible. Don’t they know that? The punishment for their imposture. For their hubris. For their lies …
This Judgement to come – don’t they feel it?
But perhaps there’ll be no Judgement – which is even worse. Perhaps the campus has gone too far. Perhaps the Most High has turned his face away.
Is the Most High even listening? Has the Most High simply turned his face away? Is it only silence now from the Lord of Lords?
The Judgement of no Judgement. The finality of no finality – of no last Judgement.
God is all but dead and O.M. all but killed him.
God doesn’t want this. Can’t bear to see this. He’s turned away. Looks elsewhere. He’s had enough of trying to bring us to righteousness.
I thought he was supposed to be a God of love. I thought he was supposed to be walking with us. This campus was the final straw. We broke the covenant.
O.M. broke the covenant! It wasn’t us. It wasn’t you or me.
The world functions, that’s all. The world buzzes and beeps, that’s all. Blinks its lights. It’s self sufficient. Immanent. Indwelling. It doesn’t need God: that’s what it says. And so God turned away.
The world lies – in its entirety. And it doesn’t mind that it lies. God has covered his face. God has closed his eyes.
The world doesn’t call up to the Most High. Unless it calls by not calling. Except if non-calling was a kind of call.
Work in Progress 