An Ugly Reality
The accusations of gross conduct abound, as do the apologies and denials. Do their numbers startle anyone? People I admire have been accused of dumb and desperate acts, and apologized! And yes, sometimes booze involved . . .
Successful careers ended; impressive reputations forever besmirched; disgusting transgressions exposed, as careful cover-ups are being ripped off. The disclosures break my heart for the ones harmed, and make me sick.
You can’t keep up with the serial sexual offenders without a scorecard, and the list grows longer every day and all the claims won’t fit on one scorecard. Wes Pruden
My friend Isaiah saw a similar expose when the Lord showed him a snapshot of the end of times – the rich and powerful would be useless in those days:
Quit scraping and fawning over mere humans,
so full of themselves, so full of hot air!
Can’t you see there’s nothing to them? ~ Isaiah 2:22, The Message
All accusations also scare the living you-know-what out of me!
I mean seriously –
I’ve done and said enough brainless, nasty, careless, wicked things, under the influence and sober, that I have no excuse, either, if someone shown a light on my heart. (Jeremiah 17:9-10)
God, if my life were exposed . . . and all the careless words revealed; all the unkindness, covetousness, sloth, wastefulness, and incompetence flashed on the screen of this life, what excuse do I have?
Zip, zero, zilch –
If You, LORD, should mark iniquities,
O Lord, who could stand?
But there is forgiveness with You,
That You may be feared.~ Psalm 130, verses 3-4
Oh lighten up, some might say — Ge-e-ee-e-sh. Get over your Catholic Irish alcoholic guilt!
Yet, which of us would say that to a woman or man who has been living with the fallout from an unwelcome encounter with a rich and powerful predator?
No, we want the guilty punished!
My only hope is the promise God makes to those who ask – He forgives us. (Psalm 103)
He punished Christ for me. (Isaiah 53)
Going into the Holidays – remembering this is now Thanksgiving, I am thankful I have a defense counsel who paid for my crimes and misdemeanors. (1 John 2:1-3) And somehow, all the tangled skein that is my life is useful in His hands. Maybe as a caution; perhaps as a comfort: whatever, I am grateful for the gift.