What Shall Become of This Race?

What shall become of this Race, my King? What can be done with us?
What more can be done for us than you have already done?

In this world between worlds, I now have a love-hate relationship with this Race, and with your coming judgment upon it. Your Name and all my hopes that are attached to it demand that this Race be called to accounts...these creatures claiming to be “self-made”.
My heart longs for this race which still bears your finger prints! My own heart and soul, sculpted with lines and curvatures of your craftsmanship.

A King who was smote down upon a hill...no resistance given your enemy. This Race, which you now hunt and pursue, has become the resister...desperate to carve an image of their own imagination upon their lives—Your voice unheeded in the desperate noise of hammer and chisel. No attempts to discover the maker of selves.

Unbeknownst to them, this self-obsessed Race is constantly disfiguring itself. Not self-made, rather self-mutilators. How dare I sit in judgment upon Adam & Eve’s sons, their daughters? Yet the disease resides in me—even with my allegiance vowed to the King, still I’m capable of self-destruction. Not just capable of notable life-wrecking—shattering my marriage, family, friendships, vocation—but, also the unnoticed, insidious versions. No escaping it, I’m still tied to this Race of self-destroying men (and women). In my heart still lies the capacity for self-making—and not just the capacity. I still lay hands on the hammer, I still strike blows—maybe I can just perform a little touch up here and there.

I still don’t get it either. You pursue the resisters—even though you could fell them with a breath of Your wrath. What do you wait upon? What will ever change about this Race? What can more time help? What can we hope for?
My love-hate relationship with judgment...longing for this madness to end. The madness inside me, the madness all around. Must I believe, must I hope, that still You wait, with patience, with a profound sense of hope—in this Race?!

You are a strange King indeed!