I’d do good to ask myself, right about
now, what it meant when the Baptist cried out
“Repent!” Shouldn’t a believer today
believe His Old Testament wrath; God
reigning down upon His people; until
prideful man finally repented? Pent-up
anger, skies rent, up and down, plagues spent,
war, fury and death. I can’t now know for
certain if, this day, we are being judged,
this way, by the very same God, whose arm
hasn’t shortened. Lord knows the world has gone
to hell as of late. I can indeed know,
certainly, that I can and should, with profit,
contend to repent. Always. And so
“yes,” my conscience answers, “yes indeed, in
the spirit of John,” I’d drop knees and repent.
Gary Edward Geraci