Lord, I’m disappointed.
You know how hard I’ve worked. That offering didn’t grow itself, you know.
I really wanted to try those apples when they first got ripe, but I gave them to you.
You should have been grateful.
That corn was so good. You know that was a new hybrid. I worked really hard on that. But I didn’t even get to taste it. I gave it to you.
And I didn’t give a little. I gave a lot.
Apples and grapes; olives and barley; wheat and rye.
The pomegranates were fabulous this year. Large and plump. But I didn’t taste them. And you didn’t even notice.
I keep trying to get your attention and you don’t even notice. You aren’t thankful at all.
Don’t you know that I am something? I’m a big deal around here. I lead the family worship. I give the best of my produce. I know my way around the times and seasons and sacrifices. I’m a strong leader. I know my way around winners and losers.
You should be more thankful, Lord.
I don’t like to complain, but sometimes I get the impression that you just don’t even notice me.
Don’t you know that I am something? The man from Jehovah?
Look at that guy. My idiot brother. Talk about a nobody. He’s so whiny.
He just chases those stupid sheep all day. He’s a nothing, a nobody, a loser.
He won’t take charge. He won’t stand up for himself. He won’t even look people in the eye. He just talks about promises and hope and waiting…
Not me, though. I know that if you want change you have to grab it. You have to take control, you have to be strong, manly, in charge – otherwise they’ll walk all over you.
But that Abel. What a loser. Always serving, always quiet, always waiting for something. He doesn’t even get his wife in line. He keeps talking about love. Doesn’t he know that women need a firm hand now and then?…
Really, Lord? You accepted the loser? Don’t you know that he’s nothing? Don’t you know that he has nothing to offer?
He can’t even use a weapon right. He won’t get his women in line. He won’t stand up for himself.
Everybody knows that he is a weirdo. A loser. An outcast. Vanity of vanities. He couldn’t win a fight if the other guy was already dead.
Weak. Stupid. Foolish. A nobody.
He’ll never make a name for himself. He always does the wrong things. He always says the stupidest things.
Lord, you know that I am better than that guy – but you accept HIS sacrifice and not mine?
It really isn’t fair. As hard as I have worked. It really isn’t fair.
I won’t be in heaven if his sort is there. I’ll build my own city. I’ll build my own kingdom.
No losers allowed. Only winners. Only people like me.
And, Lord, you better get on board. You don’t want people to think that you side with the losers..
You and me. We can do better than this, Lord. I’ll explain the plan to you. If you just follow along, we can take care of the losers and set this kingdom on the right path.
But first, you have to do something about Abel. He really can’t be part of the plan. He’ll mess everything up.
We can’t be successful with his kind of people around. You can ask anyone.
But that’s OK. You can fix this. I’ll be waiting for the answer.
Until then,
Amen.
For the uninitiated, this is a feeble attempt to expose the thinking of the religious one, without faith. It is the thinking of the Pharisee, the seed of the serpent, the idolatrous, the Tower of Babel, and the spirit of Babylon.
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