Jacob 6

There you have it. I (Jacob) said I would prophesy. Here’s my prophecy: what I just read you is true allegory, which means that what it represents will actually take place. When God resumes the gathering of his people from around the world, he’ll employ his servants to feed and clip his trees right before the end of time. As for the dead branches, welcome to the bonfire.

I hope you get from this allegory that God never gives up. He’ll keep feeding and clipping, roots and branches, every day till the world is just about used up. Then he has to call it off.

Given our knack for opposing God when it benefits us personally, I urge us all to keep veering, even swerving, in God’s direction. If you bond with him he bonds with you. The ultimate reciprocity one could hope for. If you’ve heard his voice in what I’ve said, please don’t put up walls. This isn’t a game. If you feel nourished by what I and other truth-tellers have said, don’t, as Zenos said, grow bitter fruit. You’ll just be cut down and thrown in the bonfire.

I’m not saying you’re rejects. But you sure seem good at rejecting. Moses or me, it doesn’t seem to matter. You reject it all. Plain words or Isaiah-like convolution, it doesn’t matter. What’s your angle? You have to embrace something serious in this world. You can’t mock everything prophetic.

The bonfire is not real, though it’s a good metaphor. Because when you’re feeling shame you blush and sweat. When you face justice, you tremble like a flame. Justice is eternal and so are its fruits. What are those fruits to those who keep rejecting? Paradox alert: endless burning, the radical, irreversible eradication of your life and identity before justice set in. So, here’s a motto for you, in plain, simple speech:

Wise up.

Enough said. I’ll see you at the divine courthouse. I hope your verdict is as pleasant as it is fair.