When we’ve chosen sides,
when it’s Us and Them,
the spear rips through His Side
and Christ has died again.
OK, time for another pop quiz.
In the past weeks, did you feel a quiet sense of satisfaction seeing protestors topple statues dear to folks you don’t really like? “About time!”
In the past few weeks, did you feel a sense of quiet satisfaction in seeing protestors with whom you do not agree tear-gassed? “About time!”
If you can honestly say you didn’t, go to the head of the line and St. Peter will ask for your autograph as you pass through Heaven’s gates.
Otherwise, for the rest of us (myself included)…well, “Uh, oh.”
But wait! Jesus, He’s on the side of Right, and He would have been out there in the crowd, leading a chant!
That’s what the zealots thought. You know…like, Judas?
Yeah, there ya go…Jesus, man, He was law and order…render unto Caesar that which is Caesar’s!
Comfortable over there, standing next to Caiaphas?
Jesus Christ was not a revolutionary, ready to take His place on the barricades, Molotov cocktail in hand. That disappointed the zealots, and that’s why Judas betrayed Him.
Nor was He a strong supporter of the establishment, counseling full cooperation with the authorities. That’s why the Pharisees feared Him, and that’s why they arranged to have Him killed.
Jesus had a fairly simple message. Love God with all your heart, and love your neighbor as yourself.
We’re not doing too well with this.
Every time we shake our fists at the cops, every time we give a demonstrator the finger, every time we wish ill on Donald Trump or Nancy Pelosi, we’re crucifying our Lord, all over again.
I hate Jesus, this I know;
He’s so blind He will not see,
He won’t go where I would go,
He will not agree with me.
He’s a rebel ‘gainst our rule
(He’s a pawn of Pharisees),
He’s become the zealots’ tool
(He wants us to die on knees).
We’ll find a way to make it seem
(He won’t raise His fist and shout),
that every day He doth blaspheme
(for silver we can sell Him out).
Either way, we will not choose
to accept His version of Good News.
We've made a plastic Jesus, just like the song (first heard in Cool Hand Luke), and here performed by Billy Idol. We've done this, and we have to deal with it...with, perhaps, some wry humour.
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