Blue Bird Of Bitterness

Tsk. Tsk. ‘They are so Bitter.’ Saith St. Starr the Seer. They are Consumed with Hatred for The Word of a little god (as adjudicated by Pastor). ‘They love Us until (drumroll) we apply Pain to Them!’  Ahhhh! Ignoramus Bliss!

But Alas. As Devouring of Disciples begins again. Injustice opens our Sleepy Eyes to…? Horrors! A Wascally Wolf in the Pulpit. Spinning Tall Tales/Songs of Slavery that dull our Eyes/Ears. We have been Singing songs to the Oppressed/broken-hearted. Telling them to Dance/Laugh/Play for Pastor. To show Pastor, you are not carrying that Ol’ Bitter Bluebird on your Shoulder. (Smiley face)

We will Whip them into Shape. They WILL love the Scourge of St. Starr Scott. Or they will be Banned in their Bitterness. Until they see the Light. Pastor is always Right. Not by the Holy Spirit. But by his Might.

But God says, “They are like unto children sitting in the marketplace, and calling one to another, and saying, We have piped unto you, and ye have not danced; we have mourned to you, and ye have not wept. For John the Baptist came neither eating bread nor drinking wine; and ye say, He hath a devil. The Son of man is come eating and drinking; and ye say, Behold a gluttonous man, and a winebibber, a friend of publicans and sinners” (Luke 7:32-34).


Author: landonmatthews

"Son of man, I have appointed you as a watchman for Israel. Whenever you receive a message from me, warn people immediately. If I warn the wicked, saying, ‘You are under the penalty of death,’ but you fail to deliver the warning, they will die in their sins. And I will hold you responsible for their deaths." Ezekiel 3:17-18 NLT

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