How many saints, whose words were filled with God's gospel of grace and love, were forever silenced by this hate filled world? If we believe the scriptures’ promise of persecution, and its life changing message of forgiveness, how often were truly meek and kind people cast out by a society that is aroused by strength, and who lusts for control?
Did those saints die in quiet questioning, asking themselves if they could possibly hold any worth in a world that derives value from how many people sit under you, how many you've used or can use?
How many saints had memories and dreams destroyed because they chose to serve their oppressors rather than fight them, and yet whose words of love and encouragement were heard as insult to ears who longed for sin?
How many friendships were severed, traditions broken, and histories forked by people who loved imperfectly meeting people who had perfected their sin?
How many times has the spirit of Christ been crucified?
And how many saints bear one thorn in their side and eventually are brought under by it? How many hear so frequently that they are worthless outside of their utility and find themselves believing it, even if for just a few moments?
Is this life not an eternal torment for those who pursue righteousness? Is the pursuit of righteousness not akin to Sisyphus? If the goal is only achievable to those greater than man, does not the weight of our sin come rolling back over us once we believe we've gotten near the conclusion?
Is this not torment?