Dear Servant,
You are a traitor every time you sin. Each time you knowingly march into the enemy’s camp and give away all that is precious in our relationship for the lies of this world and the pleasures of your flesh, you are a traitor. You bow down to what is unholy, you cover self in the filth of this world and turn your back on all I have done for you.
I love traitors. Long ago I foresaw your treachery. I asked my son to take on a mortal life, to live a life surrounded by traitors and yet to remain faithful. I asked him, instead of reward and glory for his loyalty to me, to accept a traitor’s punishment and death. I asked him to do that, so that when you return from your latest foray into the camp of the enemy, I can wash you clean with the sacrifice of my son and restore you to your place as my adopted child.
Loving Traitors, I AM