God is still crying
a guy i once knew told me he posited to Big Papa
or one of His Assistants,
he told me he asked in his head:
“Why do tragedies happen?
...and sometimes to good
decent people,
innocents,
honest people, etc.
and sometimes
the bad guys live to 101 years,
eating 3 squares
a day in ‘public storage’. ”
he then informed me that an answer
came back sort of loud and clear
in his minds eye…
not over
a loudspeaker mind you
or schizo-like
or casper-the-ghost like…
no,
he told me the answer,
was close to the following:
“Because it brings you closer to Me.”
my friend says to himself,
“uh, what? run that by me again
.. please... Sir”
this guy then tells me
he had to “dig to china”
to get to the
true message….
so,
i guess he did…
what he explained to me
in his words was this:
“on the surface, it appears He allows these ‘bad’ events to happen because everybody always seems to find Him when tragedy strikes…
and then forgets about Him
after the wind blows the fog of it
away…
but,
and stay with me on this
one people,
if you dare…” he said,
“a human being in the form
of a man, named Jesus,
arrived on earth and
by the time He passed on
to the next part of The Plan,
He endured
an unimaginable,
horrific, tortuous
Suffering.
a Suffering so severe,
inside his human form
and out...
one man
against the…
...against humanity,
what humanity had become..”
“His loving, immediate support group?
not anywhere to be found,
being held back on the ‘sidelines’,
unable to offer any human contact,
comfort,
a touch of love…
not even from His Mother
who had to watch
her baby Son die
in front of Her eyes…
…in a manner
any mother
would instantly
disintegrate from.
His Mother,
Her Son,
prevented from
comforting each other…
by humanity…”
“despite what is reported
in one form or another,
most of us
have a chance
to say goodbye to loved ones..
if we were spiritual enough
to handle it,
we’d be saying goodbye
at night,
and hello
every morning,
everyday
of our talking lives…”
…..“The Savior of the World
and the Woman
who was
chosen
by God
to be His Mother,
who gave birth to Him,
received no such
consideration….
nothing, nada, zip…
hung up to die
in a manner worse
than the
2 common criminals
on either side of Him…”
“…Papa’s Baby Boy
God’s
Little Boy…”
“The Almighty Creator
of Heaven
and the Entire, Endless Universe,
an Unfathomable
Power…
and,
we killed
His
Baby Boy…
tortured
and
tortured
and
tortured
again
and
again
and
again…”
“we murdered
Papa’s Little Boy
His Son….
a Son
Whom most
of humanity
now
magically
and casually
deem as
their Savior….
His Only Son,
A Son
He Divinely
Loved…”
“…and little old,
full of ourselves
as usual,
humanity,
thinking endlessly
day in and day out
about
ourselves
and our individual lives
money and fame and infamy,
the sources of most
of the illusion called earthly power…
so we go out and
acquire useless
things
our entire lives
only to have
them all
turn
to dust
in a fraction
of His
second…”
“and we then apologize
to Him
the day we die
and He Forgives Us…
Invites Us Same
People,
the Descendants of those
who Willfully Slaughtered
His One and Only Son….
He invites us
to Live with Him,
in His House…”
“yes,
kind friend,
that humanity…
that humanity,
our humanity
has
the incredibly
insane, selfish
audacity
to even inquire
as to
why
we
suffer?”
“my heavens dear boy,”
he said,
“it
is
simply
because,
God,
is
still
crying….”
The Streets of Jerusalem
what if Jesus were alive today
but,
He was exactly like
what He was like
back then,
when He wandered
the streets of Jerusalem…
no home
no vehicle
no income
no wardrobe
no computer
no cell
no ‘job’
no bathroom facilities
no nail clippers
no toothbrush
no showers
no possessions
just walking through
your local neighborhood
in His robe and sandals
talking to anybody
who will listen..
about God…
claiming His Father was
the Almighty Creator
of the Heavens,
of the Earth..
you pass this Jesus
on the dark street
after leaving your
favorite restaurant
after a lovely evening
spent with your lovely
wife
this Jesus
the Savior
the Jesus
you both
just accepted
into your reborn
hearts and minds
He passes
you by in the night
His Holy Presence
dripping in bitter
human sweat
colliding with
your senses,
His clothes are slightly torn
and tattered
from His wanderings
His Hair
wet & oily from
wiping away
His tears..
would you judge
this Jesus?
would you?