How about a poetry Wednesday?

I'm not sure the spirit in which this poem was written.  It was included in a Bible study I'm doing right now.  It was suggested this would sum up the muttering thoughts of the crowd when Jesus invited the 'worst of sinners,' Zaccheus to dinner.  

Indiscretion

I do not hate You, God.

Please understand.

You are O K, A-One,

the Very Best,

second to none I know,

great and beyond

my criticism so

I say Amen

to You and all Your good 

intentions--but

I might be right about

Your indiscretion in

forgiving folks

gladly and shamelessly

upon the least

evidence of regret.

I think

You carry love too far.

Thomas John Carlisle, You! Jonah! copyright 1968

I prefer to read it in light of what I believe.  Shamelessly glad that God takes love too far, that he shows indiscretion in forgiving me.