These people are blemishes at your love feasts, eating with you without the slightest qualm—shepherds who feed only themselves. They are clouds without rain, blown along by the wind; autumn trees, without fruit and uprooted—twice dead. They are wild waves of the sea, foaming up their shame; wandering stars, for whom blackest darkness has been reserved forever.

‭‭Jude‬ ‭1‬:‭12‬-‭13‬ ‭NIV‬‬

Immovable, unshakable, and unbendably living toward evil ends, these people appear empty of hope, love, or promise.

Sometimes you just need to walk away. They’re not your problem and you’re not their solution.

Pray you never have to encounter ‘these people.’ They’ve crossed the line into a soil in which only God toils.

Jude minces no words about ‘these people.’

While He wants all to come to the full knowledge of the grace that saves, He knows some will not, and for the evangelically-minded believer, that’s a tough nut to swallow.

But just as the farmer harvests from fields that are vibrant and living, he spends his resources on crops with greatest potential and accepts that some are dead chaff.

This is a sad passage but a reality. And all the more reason to pray more earnestly for those hardest to redeem.