A Psalm for the Age of the Orange Idol
By Rev. Ezekiel Marrion, Guest Columnist, The Mirror
I was born into the Book. My granddaddy was a preacher. My daddy was a preacher. And now, here I stand in a world that barely recognizes the Gospel they died preaching. I was baptized in a muddy creek in Alabama, and the first verse I ever memorized was: “The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want.”
But Lord, I’m wanting now. Because what I see in this land is not of God.
I see pulpits turned into podiums. I see pastors trading the cross for political crowns.
I see men shouting “Jesus is Lord” while bowing to the golden calf of American nationalism, anointing a man with spray-tanned skin and a serpent’s tongue as if he were some kind of messiah.
And my soul cried out.
So I opened the Word, not to soothe myself but to hear from the Ancient of Days. My Bible fell open to Psalm 109, and the Spirit of the Lord lit up the page like fire on dry kindling.
“When he shall be judged, let him be condemned: and let his prayer become sin.” (v.7)
Hallelujah.
That’s not hatred, that’s holy discernment. That’s what happens when you see wickedness dressed in robes of righteousness.
“Let his days be few; and let another take his office.” (v.8)
Yes, Lord.
Let the grift expire.
Let the throne of deceit collapse under its own weight.
Let the people say enough.
Because what we are witnessing is not revival, it’s religion held hostage. Christianity has been kidnapped, handcuffed to whitewashed lies, and paraded behind a blasphemer like a trophy.
You think I’m being harsh? I’m quoting Scripture.
“Let his children be fatherless, and his wife a widow.” (v.9)
“Let his children be vagabonds, and beg.” (v.10)
“Let the extortioner catch all that he hath.” (v.11)
This is the Word of David, King, prophet, poet of God crying out against those who mock justice, who betray the innocent, who fatten themselves on lies while the poor cry for bread.
I’m not praying harm on any man’s family. No, God forbid. But I am praying for the house of lies to fall. I’m praying for the exposure of the con, for every false prophet in a red tie and shiny shoes to be stripped of their pulpit and sent into silence.
“Let his posterity be cut off… let their name be blotted out.” (v.13)
You want legacy? You want history to remember you kindly? Then fear the Lord. Psalm 109 is not a personal vendetta. It’s a divine indictment. It’s the righteous anger of a man betrayed by false tongues… and we’ve been betrayed.
By those who hijack Jesus to serve Mammon. By those who lift up nationalism while nailing compassion to the cross. By those who tell the widow and the orphan to wait outside while they anoint an orange emperor in the sanctuary.
So I stand today as a son of preachers, as a keeper of the flame, to say:
Let his prayer become sin.
Let the performance end.
Let the true Church rise.
Not one built on charisma, but on virtue, good deed and a clean soul. Not one obsessed with power, but clothed in humility. Not one that sings hymns for the cameras, but mourns for the broken.
I’m tired, Church. But I’m not hopeless. Because my Bible still opens. My God still speaks. And justice still rolls like a river. So let the MAGA prophets tremble. Let the idolaters be silenced. And let the words of Jesus be lifted high… above politics, above parties, above pride.
Rev. Ezekiel Marrion
Gospel Truth Tabernacle, Evergreen, Alabama
Guest Columnist, The Mirror
📖 “He shall stand at the right hand of the poor, to save him from those that condemn his soul.” — Psalm 109:31
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