Repent You Fool

 

Tomorrow we meet John the Baptist, standing on the banks of the Jordan, in the wilderness, crying out "prepare ye the way of the Lord, make his paths straight." There he is, Elijah come to life, in camel hair, leather belt and fierce asceticism. Make his paths straight, and so we must.

Good work, buddy

Like those Jews at the Jordan, the tax collectors, harlots and associated malefactors, get down in humble, sorrowful, repentance and contrition and return to the Father who loves you. Like the Prodigal, make his paths straight. But how can this be? I have no sin, unlike Hunter Biden who blew hundreds of thousands on hookers and crack.

Just takin' it easy

Not so fast, punter. Consider yourself against the unfathomable perfection of God, how well do you hold up? In my case, in all our cases, not very well. So heed the Baptizer and return to the Lord who loves you, but it's your call.

Don't stare at my teeth, you Nazis!

You can, if you like, remain stuck in wickedness, blowing all your money on crack and hookers like the presidential son. Or you can shake the dust off your loafers and turn that crooked life around. What's it to be?

Lookn' good, feeln' good

It must be the latter and if you can't see the sin and need for repentance, ask God in prayer to show it to you, a bold and courageous call. He will, and be assured of his forgiveness.

Here endeth the Lesson,

LSP

Yuletide Street Art

Here at the Compound we like to think of ourselves as patrons of the Arts, which is why we're delighted to showcase this new installation, "Yuletide."

"It's like a dream I had, of Detroit," gushed one visitor to the gallery, "That I'm lost somewhere scary with junkies, hookers, winos and burning oil drums."

What a terrifying dream!

Mirabile,

LSP