Judge not, that ye be not judged.

Bedtime, lights out.

I was singing. Instead of getting quietly sleepy, he was break-dancing.

The lyric ‘men will be punished for their own sins, and not for Adam’s transgression’ gently chided my thought that his spastic, disobedient nature was a moral error needing corrective punishment. Likewise my spastic, disobedient, quick-to-punish/slow-to-do-good nature.

‘Because of the fall our natures have become evil continually; nevertheless we call upon thee that we may receive’ ‘a clean heart, and a right spirit.’

And He wept

“The God of heaven looked upon the residue of the people, and he wept,” for the hardened wicked, unhindered by His holiness, peace, justice, and kindness, His endless mercy, or by knowing that these were only a few in an infinite spate of creations. Hardly the rage that “the fullness of His wrath” might imply. This sensitive display turns on end any perception of a God who violently reacts to irreverence.