GOD’S SWORD IS BRIGHT
A poor man clad in rags, exposed to wind and weather, his skin cracked, but with eyes flashing the fire of the stars, once stood begging for alms from a vain rich merchant. Begging is bad, but he begged for the joy of it. The rich man treated his slightingly. The star-eyed man stood repeating his cry for alms. The merchant suddenly saw that behind that dreaming figure, careless and outworn stood a man with long tresses, who felt offended at the slight offered to his spirit born son, and on the palms of that great Being was lying trembling the whole city of the vain rich man! And the protecting Hand was going to throw the city down into the abyss of eternal damnation. The rich man trembled, seeing the destiny that awaited him on that high precipice. The star-eyed man was not alone. Metaphorically, there is immediate waging of the war by the King, if His servants are slighted. God is jealous. And His sword is bright and flashing.