The Madman

Today I was playing with my baby daughter on the floor when a thought came shooting into my mind that was so different from my regular thoughts that it could only have been from my Father in heaven. I write it here for your benefit.

I was once like a madman. Picture him sitting on the dusty ground, wearing ripped up, worn out rags for clothing. His skin is coated with crusted and dried dirt. As you scrutinize from your vantage point about two armslengths away, you catch a fire in his eyes and notice that he seems to be stalking an unknown prey. Suddenly, he jerks and pounces! His hands rifle into the sandy dust. Fingers grasping at this thing that you cannot quite make out. Then, he slaps his hands to his lips. You move closer in time to see the madman frantically grinding the grainy dirt into his front teeth! You can even hear the squeaky rasp of the particles embedding themselves in his soft enamel. Think of the look on your face right now....

Gums bleeding, his head shakes animalistically as a look of great satisfaction creeps across his filthy face. Crimson mixed with dirt makes its way down his chin as his wild eyes meet you, the only onlooker to this neurotic scene. Then, to your horror, he begins to repeat the same process again....

This friend, was me before Christ.

Take it for what you will.

BTJ