Imagine your life were an open book.Every conversation recorded. Every errant word written down. Every gaffe broadcast before all.What if everything you ever did was fair game?What if every action and every decision were held up to the severest scrutiny?What if all your last minute apologies failed to satisfy?How would you feel to realize someone knew everything about your past? And someone was chronicling everything about your present?How would you like to face a barrage of questions for every inconsistency in your life?What a fearful proposition: anything you ever say or ever do can, and often will, be held against you. If an adversary so desired, he could paint an ugly picture of any of us. And without resorting to lies.It’s a scary thought to think that your whole life could be an open book. With defenses that do not hold, and sorry’s that do not stick, and excuses which only make things worse.That’s politics.And that’s the day of judgment without the blood of Christ.
Thursday, November 01, 2012