NOT A CAN OF WORMS, BUT A CALL TO HEALING

Do not call the house of God a can of decay,

For Christ did not purchase rot with His blood.

He did not die to birth maggots and shame,

But to raise a living Church, washed and renewed.

Yes, wounds exist—but wounds are not worms.

Exposure is not an invitation to scorn.

Correction is not contempt dressed as truth,

And discipline must still bow to grace.

When one shepherd falls, the flock still has a Chief,

The Rock of Ages does not crumble with men.

Clay feet do not cancel a holy calling,

Nor does human failure dethrone divine truth.

We confront sin, but we refuse mockery.

We rebuke error, yet preserve honour.

For restoration is heaven’s loudest language,

And mercy is stronger than public disgrace.

Let truth speak—but let love lead.

Let light shine—without burning the house.

The Church is not a can of worms,

It is a wounded family being healed by God.

And from repentance, not ridicule,

Revival will rise.

Ikechukwu Frank

Ikechukwu frank