Grass on the Housetop: The Fate of Persecutors

The psalmist compares enemies to grass growing on housetops—a contemptuous image the Holy Ghost employs deliberately. This grass withers without the sickle ever touching it. No one considers it worthy of cutting; no one bothers to harvest what amounts to nothing. Yet for a season, it brazenly displays itself from the rooftops as though it possessed substance and power. Wicked persecutors mirror this exactly.…