Who Are You???

A message to the Counterfeit…

Can a person with a death certificate self-righteously condemn another person with a death certificate and still believe they’re going to heaven?

Tell me—how can the condemned preach condemnation?

How can ashes mock ashes, or dust rebuke dust?

You wear your cross like credentials,

but forget that the ground is level at the foot of it.

Heaven isn’t gated by your opinion.

And judgment isn’t a throne you were invited to sit on.

So why do you act like God takes notes from your anger?

Can two drowning men condemn one another for being wet?

The flood surrounds both,

yet they shout accusations with mouths full of saltwater.

Brother, you’re drowning.

And so is he.

But instead of reaching out,

you point fingers as the waves pull you both under.

Is the man next to you less worthy of breath

because he struggled differently?

Sin doesn’t make you holy when it’s someone else’s.

Can a cracked mirror judge the flaw in another and still call itself perfect?

You reflect what you are.

And when your reflection is warped,

so is your perspective.

You see crooked because you are crooked,

but you call your bend a straight line.

You magnify the splinters in your brother’s face,

but forget the fracture running through your own soul.

Who made you the inspector of broken glass

when your frame is barely holding together?

Can a blind man call another blind man lost, while neither sees the way?

You wander in circles,

bumping into truth like it’s furniture in the dark.

And yet you shout, “This way! Follow me!”

But where are you going?

You hold a map you’ve never read

and scream directions to a man just as blind.

Is it not madness to declare someone else lost

when you haven’t even seen the Light yourself?

Can a beggar mock another’s hunger while both sit starving at the same gate?

The bread of life was never earned.

You were fed by grace, not by your resume.

Yet now you clutch crumbs and sneer at the empty hands beside you.

You forget what your stomach once felt like.

You forget the days you prayed for manna.

Now you hoard mercy and guard grace like it’s yours to give.

But in the Kingdom, the table is wide.

And you were both invited by the same Host.

And yet…

Your carnal flesh is in a constant state of sin.

Every moment deserving of death,

regardless if your spirit has been redeemed.

You still carry your death certificate.

Your mirror is still cracked.

While you mock, your body is still wet.

While you claim to see, you are still lost.

Though you say you are full of the Word,

you have been found starving at the gate—

Being denied entry.

Who are you???

You who profess Christ’s love,

and the installment of His Holy Spirit,

yet you condemn others as if you wrote the Mosaic Law,

the Law of the Prophets, and the Epistles?

You who profess Christ but do not possess Him,

and most certainly do not represent Him.

You—the counterfeit.

You…

The Hellbound.

Who are you???