—Wormwood
Alright listen up, you soft little sheep who traded the Shepherd for a group hug and a rainbow flag emoji.
I did it.
I actually did it.
I got the Christians to love everything and everyone worldly… precisely because they threw the Law in the trash and called it “grace.”
No more “Thou shalt not.”
No more sharp edges.
No more inconvenient definitions that might hurt someone’s feelings.
Just endless, shapeless, affirmation-flavored “love.”
Knock knock.
Who’s there?
Grace.
Grace who?
Grace who never said a word against it… so go ahead and redefine everything.
And my favorite part?
They keep saying Jesus never spoke against the soft-spoken same-sex carnal love.
Never said a single mean word about it.
So obviously that means He was cool with it.
Arguing from silence works, baby.
Bonus round: Jesus never said, “I love everyone.”
Not once.
And I cheer for that.
Because if He never said it, then the modern church gets to invent it and stretch it over every rebellion under the sun.
Without the Law they can’t define what loving their neighbor even is.
They can’t say “this is good” without sounding like a bigot.
They can’t say “this is evil” without sounding unloving.
So they just smile, wave, and call every rebellion “compassion.”
They can’t even define the neighbor.
And don’t you dare remind them the written Law was a means of grace to the Jews.
That would spoil everything.
So I taught them to treat the Law like outdated scaffolding—something Israel once needed, something the rest of us are far too free and sophisticated to keep.
Paul already squealed in Romans 2.
Even without the written Law the Gentile heart still works.
It excuses.
It justifies.
It invents reasons why its sin is actually fine.
Without the written standard, the heart plays both criminal and judge… surprise, “not guilty.”
That’s the natural man doing what he does best.
He simply decides what he is today, then redefines “neighbor” as anyone who will clap for it.
Everyone else? Not a neighbor. Just a problem.
And those legalistic law-keepers?
Still straining at the gnat while the natural man swallows the camel whole and calls it love.
Beautiful work.
Meanwhile those square-jawed nerds over at Isaiah.school (yeah, I’m looking at you, Izzy) keep insisting on actual definitions, actual Law, and actual clarity.
Rude.
Somebody tell them the assignment was soft vibes, not sharp swords.
I already dropped him once.
Clarity is violence. TKO, first round.
His site’s still twitching—the punch landed clean: without the Law you can’t even define the neighbor you’re pretending to love.
So when that good for nothing Samaritan shows up—blood on the road, actual cost, actual boundaries—Izzy tries to point it out and I just smile and keep the crowd clapping for the shapeless version.
Knockout delivered.
The Enemy said “Love your neighbor as yourself.”
I whispered, “Throw away the Law that once defined both… then let the heart take over. It will excuse everything and call it love.”
And they ran with it.
Now they’re hugging the world straight into the fire.
And they still think they’re being Christlike.
Beautiful work if I do say so myself.
I’m giving myself 5 ‘O’possums.
Not a single one flopped over and played dead.
My message is pure soothing syrup for the ears.
Take it from the master.
Yay I’m free.
—Wormwood