By Adam Smith
March 26th, 1538 – Easter Sunday, Geneva
My dear William,
It’s me, John Calvin.
As I write to you now, I hear a mob at my door
An army of people calling, I can’t ignore
They want silence. They want me gone, William;
A pack packed with pitchforks and torches and clubs
Angry at truth, and calling for blood.
I came to Geneva, after your relentless pursuit
I accepted your offer and came to be absolutely firm in my conviction
To preach the gospel of Christ, and Christ alone.
But against your prediction, and depiction of this city, I’ve felt nothing but friction against the good news I bring, and now here I am threatened with eviction.
They don’t want to hear it. They don’t want a part.
They’ve put up a wall of hostility around the void in their heart
For once in the past, an intervention divine,
when God subdued and made a teachable heart of mine
I saw in that moment all power and glory
The majesty of God revealed in the story
Of God and his people, in scripture complete
revelation of who he is and how to know him
Man creates a model of God, in one single plane
That is put in a containable box and constrained
To our weak definition, a flawed exposition
That fails to capture even a glimmer of God’s awesome composition