I was awoken
this morning
by the tremble
of the rock being moved.
GO JESUS!
GO JESUS!
GO JESUS!
GO!
THEY say
that today is the day
that JESUS,
after 3 days
DOWN there,
lifting weights,
doing push ups,
and probably jumping jacks;
got the needed energy
to shower,
shave,
and shove that BIG ROCK
aside,
and take on
his new role
in life.
I guess
He knew he had to
keep his energy up
for the task at hand,
like,
hunt for eggs,
build a church,
and all.
I often wonder
what he was wearing that day,
(THAT is important)
who he saw first,
and how
THE PEOPLE
knew that they were suppose
to follow
HIM.
Hmmmmmmmmm….
I mean,
today,
with social media,
I can imagine it.
I wonder what
HIS
status update
would be
today?
DADDY SAID FOR YA’LL TO FOLLOW ME!!!
And then,
all the Comments:
BUT YOU STINK JESUS!
WASH YOUR HAIR!
HOW DID YOU DO THAT JESUS!
How many LIKES
would THAT
have scored him?
But seriously,
there alone,
2010 years ago,
dirty,
probably stinking
to high heaven,
no deodorant,
holes in in hands?
Seriously?
I love the story,
don’t get me wrong.
Me,
Grant Henry,
aka Sister Louisa,
aka The Happiest Man Alive,
as much as anyone on earth,
loves a good story.
But how does a man
who has been beaten to hell,
humiliated by all people,
hung up on a cross,
fucking nails hammered
through his hands and feet,
and who knows
what else all,
how does he lay in a hole
for 3 days
without even a nurse
to be tending to his wounds,
and THEN,
pop up,
move the rock,
crawl out,
and….
Come on!
It’s the story
that is important,
not the facts!
Facts get muddled.
Somehow I get IT.
There are so many times
in my life
that I have experienced
this same pattern.
I live my life
how I have to live my life,
I do the right thing,
I get going in THAT direction,
then things change,
facts get muddled,
and then it all comes
to a screeching halt.
IT becomes an integrity issue.
Next thing you know
I find myself alone,
having to muster
the courage and strength
to get up,
clean my wounds,
and start again.
THAT
is the point
I’m taking from today.
It’s a beginning.
it’s starting over.
It’s a brand new day.
Ironically:
The Sun is coming up
over the horizon,
I hear the chirping of the birds outside.
Time to shower,
shave,
and shove
the rock
out of my way,
and get on
with my new role in life.
THEY say
I’m supposed
to follow Jesus?
Hold my beer,
man,
watch this!
I’m gonna build
my own CHURCH,
and it’s gonna be real.
It’s gonna be a place
for real FELLOWSHIP,
we’re gonna drink
of real SPIRITS,
AND not just MAYBE,
but we will
find
SALVATION.
