Religeously Offensive
Posted: Wed Dec 11, 2013 5:56 pm
Jesus Christ;
We're so may Christians (sorry to leave out the rest of you but this is about me);
We're not Jesusians [or even Jesuits]. Jesus is Christ because he was crusified.
We're worshipping crusifiction, the death penalty reserved for the worst of Roman crimes.
Why are we christians worshipping such heinous torture? Maybe that explains the way I feel.
Or are we saying we're better than every body else because our God bought it in big way?
I don't know.
I don't know.
I don't know.
But I bought a nice little set of the holy family from the thrift store today. It's for the nativity scene I'm putting together.
I'm kind of afraid. I don't want this year to end without me. But I don't think it's going to wait. No one else does. Not very patiently anyway. And where are the sparkly lights and the soft music? They're drowned by sirens and motorcycles and Cop cars and traffic signals. Give to Ceasar....
And the candles and incense; burning tires and diesel. Give to Nero what is....
And you know what the Nut Cracker Suite has been up to.
The Holly Berries, Mistletoe, and tinsel. It was a dream then; it's a nightmare now. I'm cold. But that's OK.
I'm sad.
We're so may Christians (sorry to leave out the rest of you but this is about me);
We're not Jesusians [or even Jesuits]. Jesus is Christ because he was crusified.
We're worshipping crusifiction, the death penalty reserved for the worst of Roman crimes.
Why are we christians worshipping such heinous torture? Maybe that explains the way I feel.
Or are we saying we're better than every body else because our God bought it in big way?
I don't know.
I don't know.
I don't know.
But I bought a nice little set of the holy family from the thrift store today. It's for the nativity scene I'm putting together.
I'm kind of afraid. I don't want this year to end without me. But I don't think it's going to wait. No one else does. Not very patiently anyway. And where are the sparkly lights and the soft music? They're drowned by sirens and motorcycles and Cop cars and traffic signals. Give to Ceasar....
And the candles and incense; burning tires and diesel. Give to Nero what is....
And you know what the Nut Cracker Suite has been up to.
The Holly Berries, Mistletoe, and tinsel. It was a dream then; it's a nightmare now. I'm cold. But that's OK.
I'm sad.