This Ain’t Charlotte’s Web

W.E.B Du Bois said that the problem of the 20th century – continuing into our present – was the problem of the color line. He was wrong. It’s not a line; it’s a web, entangling us all, as we voluntarily cleave to our positions, oblivious to our eventual demise.

W.E.B Du Bois said that the problem of the 20th century – continuing into our present – was the problem of the color line. He was wrong. It’s not a line; it’s a web, entangling us all, as we voluntarily cleave to our positions, oblivious to our eventual demise.

The devil is an artful spider. He spins us around in tradition and laissez-faire living until we can no longer fly. You know what I mean. You’ve heard the spin:
“Just don’t marry one.”
“People need to go where they feel comfortable.”
“I can’t understand you. Speak English. Oh, you are speaking English. Well, I don’t understand you with that accent.”
“We just don’t worship the same way.”

Words like dry cotton asphyxiation on a parched day. Constipated deceit bringing neither relief to the speaker nor release to the hearer. Dusty remains that stick to saintly tongues – silken indictment.

Is this the Christ? His brilliant Body divided and parceled into chalky carcass portions? Too stale to eat, too dry to fly?

Don’t be deceived. God will not be mocked by His people perpetuating arachnid fallacies for the sake of comfort. There is no ethnic web in Christendom. Only milky fields and green rest, verdant with fruit, and of course, us nuts. Freedom for all who fly in the Spirit. We should get caught up only in Him.