When I witnessed racism on display, it used to make me very angry. Now, it only makes me sad. For I have beheld the fate of the unrighteous, and it has been indelibly seared into my consciousness.
One day, many years ago, I was in the hospital recovering from a close call with death. And as I was patiently healing in a hospital bed, I came across a middle-aged white woman who was on a very different moral trajectory.
From the moment she had arrived on the floor, she had been prone to vulgarity and hate. She yelled and cursed at the black hospital staff who were taking care of her. She also sat in front of the floor's only television most of the day and night, and would not permit any of the black patients to join her or watch their own television shows.
At some point over the course of a week, the black nursing staff had had enough of her abuse, and so they conspired against her. And as they came for her, to drag her away to what fate I fortunately will never know, she began weeping and wailing, screaming and crying, and ceaselessly insisting that she had done nothing wrong.
I never saw or heard from her again. The entire experience was a horrendously pitiful one for me, and it taught me a lesson which I hope I will never forget. For it was Divine Justice, a taste of which every mortal soul upon planet Earth eventually partakes of.
It also taught me that those who delight in sinfulness are to be pitied, and not scorned. We must pray for them, because they above anyone else are in the most desperate need of it. Most of them are completely clueless, for bigotry has become second nature to them, such that even in torment they will not understand what they have done wrong, nor what punishments they deserve. And he who cannot learn cannot be saved.
Anyways, I apologize to the reader if this story disturbs you. It was nevertheless one I felt compelled to tell.
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