Matthew 18:6

But whoso shall offend one of these little ones which believe in me, it were better for him that a millstone were hanged about his neck, and that he were drowned in the depth of the sea. Matthew eighteen six

Jasper Redgrave…

Your name drips from my lips like poison, but the Lord has already weighed you.

I need no jury. No mortal court. The verdict is written.

You took what was not yours…a wife, a child not for ransom, not for war, but to feed the gnawing hunger of a blackened soul.

Innocence became your currency and fear became your entertainment.

But Heaven saw.

The Almighty does not forget the cry of the afflicted.

Men like you walk the streets believing the innocent are powerless.

Believing that mercy can be mocked.

Believing that there will never come a hand that grips the back of your neck and forces you to look into the eyes of the One you’ve offended.

That hand… is mine.

I have stood in the shadow of loss.

I have felt betrayal rip the marrow from my bones.

I have been champion and I have been cast down.

And yet, I am here.

Not because of luck.

Not because of will.

But because the Almighty has appointed me to this hour.

This is not vengeance, Jasper.

Vengeance belongs to man.

This is judgment and judgment belongs to God.

You parade yourself as an artist, a creator of horrors.

But in Heaven’s register, you are already dead.

Your lungs may fill with air, your hands may still clutch at your wicked tools, but your soul has been claimed dragged into the docket of eternity where the gavel has already fallen.

A millstone waits for you.

Not of quarried stone, but of consequence.

A weight forged in the screams of the frightened and the tears of the innocent.

You will not outrun it.

You will not break it.

It will be fastened tight around your neck the moment the bell rings and in that ring, Jasper, you will drown.

Not in water, but in the flood of your own sins returned to you in full measure.

The deeper you claw for air, the more the rope will tighten.

The more you thrash, the faster the weight will drag you down.

I am not coming to compete.

I am not coming to entertain.

I am coming to see the sentence carried out and when you are lying at my feet, breathless and beaten, know this it was not I who condemned you.

It was the One who sent me.

The millstone is ready.

And Jasper Redgrave, you will wear it.