The church is a man-made institution

How dare they take the words from Your mouth and the nails from Your hands and pass them off as from their own flesh and blood. They, who never bled a single drop in the name of others, have crafted a halo of thorns and adorn it, ”holy” (self indulgent, self proclaimed). What gives them the right to denounce their equals and lash the whip over their neighbor’s back? Don’t they know that every drop of Your blood that touched the earth sowed seeds of ceaseless forgiveness? That every splatter ricocheted off the dirt and echoed the promise “I love you”? Holy? Wholly? They know nothing of Your word; they only twist it to tighten chains they bind around the black sheep. Little do they know their wool, once white in Your hands, is stained dark as sin.