Lost in Translation was the beginning ...
We built towers with our tongues—
Not to reach heaven… but to divide it.
We argued over syllables,
Debated over dialect,
Split churches over commas
While the message bled out on the floor.
We translated words…
But never transformed hearts.
It was never about Greek or Hebrew,
Never about how clean you could quote it—
Because even demons know scripture.
It was & always been about living it.
Love your enemy
Not just the one who looks like you,
Votes like you,
Prays like you…
But the one who broke you.
Forgive
Not seven times,
But until your pride runs out of breath
And your ego dies on the altar.
Feed the hungry Feed the world
Not for a post,
Not for applause,
But because somewhere along the way
You realized… that could’ve been you.
We shout “truth!”
But whisper compassion.
We preach “grace!”
But practice judgment.
And somehow we think heaven applauds that?
No—
We didn’t misunderstand the language…
We avoided the responsibility.
Because it’s easier to debate translation
Than to crucify your flesh.
Easier to quote the light
Than to be the light.
We turned the message into noise...
A thousand voices,
A million interpretations,
But one truth still standing strong
Love God. Love people. Love your sisters & brothers Simple.
Offensive.
Demanding everything.
And still… we complicated it.
So don’t tell me the world is broken
Because we don’t understand the words...
The world is broken
Because we refuse to become them.
So here’s the question
Not what did The Living Testament say..
But why don’t we live like He meant it?
~"B"