He haunts the places of the dead.  Every night, the townspeople hear him, shrieking among the tombs.  When they’re quick enough, they catch him, wrap his wrists and ankles in chains, and haul his naked body — securely shackled — back to town. But there’s no containing the crazy; he escapes each time.  Trailing broken chains behind him, he wanders the wilds, tearing at his skin until it bleeds, trading one kind of pain for another.  If he has a name, no one knows it … [To read more, click on title]

Shock an’ Awe

But … to the main strike point: what about the offensive way John greeted the crowds when they came to see him?! “You brood of vipers! Who warned you to flee from the coming wrath? Produce fruit in keeping with repentance … The axe is already at the root of the trees, and every tree that does not produce good fruit will be cut down …”

Bit rough!  Did he do this with every speaking engagement?  Or just on this particular day that One News was there taking notes?  Imagine if I’d started this reflection with, “You brood of vipers”!  Even to make a point.  For dramatic effect.  You’d be shocked.  … [For more, click on the title …]